Theophilus

O, Theophilus
8-18-16

Folks losing their possessions and leaving town
It's tough out there
Suffer today
Live good tomorrow
Things are breaking up
Come the pouring of another hot, sweet and black cup
His soul dwells at ease and abides in prosperity
The poison is sometimes the remedy ever of old
Unto thee Lord I lift up my soul
O, Theophilus seen of us forty days
Jesus walks
Buddha sits
And Atman meditates
And I am desolate and afflicted
My bag is packed and I'm ready to go
Not to depart but to just go there and see
Unto thee, O Lord I lift up my soul....





Matthias Numbered
8-18-16

As the bell tolls for you and me
Won't you meet me riding the first class train
The poison is the remedy
For time and love with its claws
Wait for the promise taken out of sight into a cloud
Getting the taste to obtain what I lack
Stoner has lost it
So she used to say
Unto thee O Lord
I lift up my soul
O, Aceldama don't hang yourself
I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile
Mount Olivet from Jerusalem a Sabbath day's journey
Keeping a low profile
Matthias chosen and numbered with the eleven
We'll see them all in heaven.....




On Acts 1:20
8-18-16

Had enough nicotine to kill a horse
And to hamstring a black stallion
Let his habitation be desolate
And let no man dwell therein
And his bishopric let another take
Standing up before a hundred and twenty
Now it's your time to cry awhile
About two men in white apparel
Sorrow is better
Tears are more profitable than laughter
What you believe you can achieve
We yet wonder and open up our eyes
To taste of sugar
My desire today is well being
Judas' betrayal was necessary
Learn from joy....