in Syriac

In Sirach
2-17-16

My glory, my tongue
My soul, my story
As I cough up a lung
Never again my dream or goal
Let me never be ashamed
Good morning all day
Breakfast if ye shew the dream
Ye will receive gifts and rewards
To scream for ice cream
And many gods and many lords
And I want it to be
This thing is gone from me
A devil up the sleeve
To speak to the king in Sirach
O, King live forever
My spirit is troubled to know the dream
And I want it to be
O, be my rock of refuge
And a fortress of defense
To save me from myself.....





Marvelous Kindness
2-17-16

Shewing His marvelous kindness
In a strong city sharing His splendid blindness
In a view quite pretty
Repulsive to mine acquaintances
Today I do just what I do and test the waters
Knowing to give good gifts to sons and daughters
Off with the Dell and on with my old school Apple
Forgetting about resentment over Dad with beer
And me with only Snapple
As Ma still tells me
Not to slurp coffee at the table
And I don't even know what I am able
But especially among my neighbors
I lay upon the gravel
They answered and said
Let the king tell his dream
And we will shew the interpretation.....