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Sugar Trough (I Trow)
2-20-17

Flowers bloom like madness in the Spring
Doing time in my tower
Going crazy to quit like a man
Drawing water for my camels
Filling again my sugar trough
For a man and his two bracelets
Prosperous on you, Lord
Today what can you have me to do
About life in general
As man wonders of upcoming storms and thunders
For an earring of a half a shekel
Rebeka son of Milcah
I wonder why
Where is the Word?
Let it come now for the morning
To come and help me to do the right thing
As if straight to You
Here's my lullaby
To serve as another wakeup call
I trow in the new thing
And suppose at my own nose.....





Curse Not Oneself
2-20-17

Curse not oneself in yielding fruit
As the promotion is our cross
Kindling the light for the lost
Down in the valley of our famine
Up on the hill
Can't be good for no one is as such
Save one, God
With enough straw and provender to feed the flock
Give me a kiss on this solid rock
Leaving destitute my master
Flirting with calamity and disaster
O, brother, Laban
Sit outside and get some tan
While you still can
You are my praise
Even in trying days
What's for my dinner
But a can of mixed nuts such as us
I reiterate in that I have the guts...





Our Hierarchical Testament
2-20-17

O, poison rainbow
May it be a promise
For my longlife supply in demand
Into the furnace I venture
For provender and feed
Did they cross at Alasta I wonder
For a cloud of no such rain and thunder
To all of my architects
I have a place in your religion
In times of seeking answers
Dismounting the camel
Drawing water from her humps
Quenching my thirst while I'm down in the dumps
For the sake of your Son's story
And the land of the beggar
He can be a chooser too
While God is of and and both
In our resting abode we foster futility
Still hierarchical of mixed middlings is He
O, poison rainbow
Stay on the task at hand....