seven bowls

Sever Bowl Judgment
3-7-17

Am I really composing or just scribbling
Words indiscriminately
In the depths of sorrow
Soon to rise again in joy
Look upon the ball and behold
I will carry you to where the streetlights all turn blue
Writing one for the assistant secretary of Erie Abu
Society to translate these scribblings in song unbending
In manner to make a few friends at school of Turkish delight
To loosen their tongues
Trying to console oneself
Paying fees at the academy
O, cobblestone don't be so hard...




On Revelation 14:13
3-7-17

Packing us off to scurries
Was it how our grey stones dig that five string base
To comfort you
And every little counter of gossip
From when you were a child
I do what I can do
You put the weight on me
And Nephi as commanded to build a ship
And it gets too much for me
Where I put the weight upon those that make the bellows
Wherewith to blow the fire for blessedness
Of the holy dead did I deliver you from destruction
Desirous to return again and see what has changed
As this feeling has me spellbound....