Sochol

Sochol
3-24-14

I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
According to our heaven above and our earth beneath
Plowing into chapter seventeen
Where our giant, Goliath sets the stage
Of a trail at hand
Where the Holy Spirit gives me the gift to hear it
And understand by which the Philistines gather
where we look upon what we would rather
Drawing up our battle array
So that the pen today will show me the way
Standing on the mountain with a valley between us
Just to tell my brother that I'm doing okay
He said it was a slippery slope
But I don't see the snow on the ground today.....




Nicotine Goliath
3-24-14

Standing at nine feet six
So is my giant I fail to face
Wherein I get my fix
Fitted with his bronze helmet
Knowing today many new tricks
Where the staff of his spear is like a weaver's beam
As I come to my recollection of last night's dream
Of being nothing but a fisherman
Casting in his line upon a stony stream
Drenching my pack of smokes in my shirt pocket
As our Goliath is defined as our exile
And we take up such an illustration
As if it were going out of style
Taking out ten loaves up upon the hill
Hoping that there is a higher purpose in this
And praying that these words will do God's will....





Head Cheese
3-24-14

Go and run to your brothers at their camp
Sitting out at the picnic table
Where my vesture grows moist and damp
Still writing my rhymes according to their mass production
Given the comfort of this intermission
Yet to carry these ten cheeses to the captain of their thousand
O, is that a parable or a very subtle joke
And the voice answers no joke but a picture
By the blowing of heavenly smoke
O, I love you Lord today
And I seek you early
Yet to see how my brothers fare
Being as one not afraid to care.....