Eblanite

Eblanite In Jigtime
1-30-17

Until the law sin is in the world
Not imputed where there is grace
On our unknown peninsula bordering our isthmus
What good I have left behind proscribed by law
Keep them a rolling along
I still wait for you
Strip away the pride doubtless
He thought it meet of Him
Death reigns from Adam to Moses
Where melody is as such
Let's keep in touch
Engendered with assiduity
Our diligence unflagging
Infatiguable
Coffee is served
Eblanite in Jigtime
Not as the offense
But as well as the free gift
I tunnel till my groove
O, take her recompense
And of malarkey make much sense.....






Grace Did Much More Abound
1-30-17

Poetry keeping me warm
Through a long cold winter
In my eye my splinter
To observe such before I point out yours
As by the offense of one
Judgement came upon us all
To our conscience
So is the gift of Jasmine tea
On a painted train
Out in the cloudburst come summertime
When it knoweth hunker down
And hope that the weather does her thing
Walking between the lines
Firstling like tigers as excitement runs fever  high
My, o, my
As a child all I did was take
For the train going through our burial gate
Nothing to hate
I tunnel till my groove pushed sudden
Pressing in
Pressing on our cobweb
Weaved in adamant by the enigma
Necessary still questioning....