Jangle
8-18-16
On a catch five point five
Roll over and look alive
Eat not any old man's bread
To be counted worthy of the kingdom
For which we also suffer
And it's only going to get tougher
Work with your own hands
For fables and genealogies
Where the outcome of the Word is love
You let it grow in my mind
Pray to be hospitable
In our jangle metallic coins in ones pocket
Some swerve turning aside to wrath
Rambling
The end is not always the end
As upon faith without sight we also depend....
Go Fetch
8-18-16
Left in Crete alone for this cause
To set in order things that are wanting
For the object for which a thing exists
The outcome of the Word is charity
Victory again at nine
Up at five and doing fine
Hebrew alphabet is followed by the Psalms of Degrees
O, caph, make me laugh
O, Jod hit the road
They fetch my man's body up
Drowned and dripping as so my early morning coffee I'm sipping
Salivating as I partake using my rocking to intercede
For those on my mind to pray for....
Some Stagger
8-18-16
Some stagger at the contradiction
Of terms, "I can't live with myself"
As if they were two different persons
O, how he saved the drifting company
Give a little bit of love and pour yourself a third cup
And this weekend let moderation be known to my folks
I really feel that there's hope
Same ink nine months later
Hello again, crocodile
And what's up alligator
God is good
O, how he knuckled tight
O, Resh do your toil and thresh
O, Schin do you hope to win
Some stagger....
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