helm

Helm Revisited Again
9-12-16

In last night's dream
We meet in my favorite bar
Namely Shenanigans
And my Guinness with a Xanax
Lethal dosage
Drugs and booze with a lot to lose
I'm lucky to be alive to tell you this story to you today
As mercy triumphs over judgment
Was I too far gone for the me that makest merry
In my melancholy medicinal behind a pair of spectacles
Ajar that just stir
Do not err and keep on rocking
By her polished period and smooth semicolon
And paranormal parentheses for divine afflatus
God be judge and every man a liar
Where the tongue is the helm
And wisdom from above is pure
Sown in peace of them that make peace....




See The Chieftain
9-12-16

Gifts under the tree
Like shifts put in by those who are free
As wisdom from above is pure first
As I intend to keep my thirst
O, Nimrod, Hunter be well versed
Son of Cush get your head rush
As the tongue no man can tame
Staying young as long as one man can hope to name thee
The Chieftain
Who will love him in bitter envying and strife
By the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace
To them that make peace
As a little member boasts great things
Of the testimonies of expert witnesses
Confusion and every evil work
Not to criticize
But to make that observation
Where she stood and watches me walk away
O, Aerostar what do you have to say....