Sunday, February 12, 2017

volupcy

Volupcy
1-15-17

Word comes to the sea of Beeri
In the days of Uzziah and Ahaz
And all of that jazz
And all my sister has
Deserving of affection
For the land committed great harlotry
By departing
And God scatters the city
Yeah, ask how I know
And all I can say is that it's faith
Discovering a book I wrote entitled Thou Art
With a torn binding deserving of a fresh start
In from the wilderness
God scatters the city
In which Ahab built a palace
To bear Lo-Ruhamah
Yes, these are gifts earned through tedious shifts
In waves of Volupcy....





These Are Gifts
1-15-17

The deputy walks on hard nails
And someone has it in for me
On my way to Italy
For tendon and for sinew
Our source of strength and power
For distorted facts almost fiction
Getting on with the friction for wiseman torrents
You never know the hurt I suffer
Where all are gifts and all are brothers
O, break the bow in case you want to know
Tarrying in Israel three more weeks
And then take my journey northward
Neil says he wishes
Someone would spread the news....




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