Mouthful
5-11-16
O, Silurian where is your savor
Of our Paleozoic
Known for its jawed fishes
And early invertebrates
By definition a mouthful
As a typo I learn of such
And with Sister get back in touch
As time makes ancient good uncouth
Soon to my prime to leave behind my youth
Do we begin again to commend ourselves
Ye are our epistle written in our hearts
Known and read of all men
I see you gazing blindly at your book
And I believe the phone is still off the hook
Of stalwart old
Iconoclasts unconvinced.....
Grand Credo
5-11-16
Wake with the fake desert dust
On your skin for the shake our lust
Still we can but win forasmuch
As ye are manifestly declared to be our epistle
Miracles happen
I got my phone minutes
Turn those tracks towards future or past
In seas deep, dark and vast
I take off tomorrow to spend the day with my cat
Come mounts of anguish
This is my passion
Tis as easy to be heroes
For a check of seven zeroes
But not for it but of it
I pray that my request will go through....
On Second Corinthians 3:6
5-11-16
On a thick chain of mixed moments
The light of burning lovesick Christ's bleeding feet I track
And a sound of my sigh of relief
Yesterday we ourselves must pilgrims be
As so today I just do me
Deep drills into society's bones
She gives me a rolling eyed look
As I take up again the book
Not that we are sufficient of ourselves
When one call was all that it took
He gained the world and its grandest lesson
On, sail on!
Who also made us able ministers
The letter killeth and the Spirit gives life....
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