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Flake
11-14-15

How Jerusalem is laid waste
They strengthened hands for this good work
I have no reason to care or make haste
Flaccid soft and limp at Lake Placid
My net pulls up threescore shrimp
Flaky and eccentric
I can hear the prejudice
In the conversation
Better to go to the house of mourning
Than feasting, sorrows, hallelujah anyway
I learn to sleep at night in the Maker
Where to myself I am no longer a stranger
Of darnel and weedy grass
Spirit glad and flesh vexed
Ah Lord and Alas!




It Happened
11-19-15

Made it through another bad one
Yes, I consider myself already there
Faith is doing what you cannot see your way through
At least my face is not turning blue
And I'm still able to articulate the words, "I love you"
Ready to write all day tomorrow
About my joy and sorrow
It's between me and God
I write music for the whippoorwills
Today I do in temperance
These things command and teach against one
And it happened at about one
As this is all I write....




Last Six Packs
11-24-15

Wanting to promise that these will be my last three packs of smokes
O, Jesus give me strength to face it today
Two options
Ipod and usual tunes
Or crazy Christmas music
O, Jesus give me the fortitude
To set myself aside and to be happy period
Getting accustomed to slowing down
I need to confess but what good will that do
God give me consolation and patience
Tell me both take care and have a good one
There is no hurry
In heaven there is no worry
I pray for these in need
Love is all around me....