hope for it

Hope For It (And See)
1-14-17

Like my brother before me
Like a spiritual advisor
Somewhat as if we hope for what we see not
Then with patience wait for it
Saved by such a hope even when things look bad
For associates of glows alone
Stopping to smell the rose of stone
Doing something about it
Strike another match and go start anew
Present in full force, the delegation
And I still love you
Technically we never said goodbye
In Osee I call them my people...




Hath Not Potter Power (Over The Clay)
1-14-17

Jacob I love, Esau I hated
Put on your kid glove with ego inflated
Easy to get proud of what you do
Like butterflies mated
Seems I am born for insanity
Where the politics are appalling
And soon sleet is falling
Hath not the Potter power over the clay
Of the same lump all of one bread
We are born for high-voltage insanity
All is vanity of vanity so why even bother
As precincts roll the ominous warning
I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart
Knowing joy will follow....





Ode To All That Believe
1-14-17

It's insanely early
Too soon to call it quits
In Osee I call them my people
Where the church is not about the steeple
Like a lighting rod
May us be close to God
And harness the energy
It is my earnest desire that all should be saved
Over to the east table to get a better view
Being the voyeur but of virtue
Now we are called the children of God
Not someday, yeah, today we are
Looks like I did it all again
Christ is the end of the law
That all have broken....




On Romans 10:4-13
1-14-17

A wee bit obsessive in these patterns repetitive
I reiterate the Word to those who know
And to those who don't
Where the shepherd is asleep
Ring those bells for the blind and deaf
How beautiful are the feet of them that teach
For our industry of morals of idleness
Getting through a long cold winter
Taking action on something in the present tense
Turning lobster red in the frothing surf
So you say I talk rot
But it's all I've got
Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word
The Word is nigh thee....





York County Blues
1-15-17

Roll like dice and take a spin at the wheel
To pay the debts of nature as plain as a pikestaff
In the door at seven eleven
She says when I have my coffee I'm in heaven
Stuck inside a wind chime
Go take a wife of whoredom
Know that being overwhelmed is diverse from boredom
Taking the daughter of Diblain to bear a son Jezreel
Voices say get a move on and to forget about the way I feel
Taking Gomer from Iliad of Homer
Beneath the pandemonium moon
Soon time to get ready to go to church
For the good of York County blues again....