Something To Do
8-18-16
Still primping
Mentally challenged but being alright
Carrying its own full mother in the belly
And I can go for some toast and jelly
Come my dark-checked bush-boy in me
A wet wristwatch dampens the poem page but it's alright
And my hairbrush is full of water
But I do no magic like happy poker
O, mighty eagle where rainbows fly free
Letting them see the enormous masses
Together we fly
Rejoice evermore
In everything give thanks
Pray without ceasing for those in need
Proving there is always something to live for
Why don't you just use the door
And the mystery is Christ....
Christmas Of Twenty-Twelve
8-18-16
The strength we have inside us
Is more than you will know
And a little bit of faith goes a long way
To get me through the show
Not a novice lest being lifted up in pride
We must be grave as men of dignity
A bishop must not be proud
By my latest invention
Egg nog in my coffee
In Christmas of twenty-twelve
The stone set at nought of the people
Has become the head of the corner
Now viands, social science, our psychedelic
We try to ask him why
The woman picked the fruit
Does this prove anything?
In out lettuce lecture...
Next Scene
8-18-16
Viewing a circle around the waning moon
I have more on my plate than I know what to do with
For wisdom praying and for patience, justice and equity
It's a new day and I'm going out for therapy
Next scene to purify the spleen
Leaves soon cease to be green
Filling the canteen
Saying what I mean
In the year of sixteen
Emulating art is part of the trip
You have so much more to live for
Let's move on!
O, modest rose put forth a thorn....
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