wait

God Says, "Wait"
3-17-17

God says wait
And it's nothing to hate
Freedom soon will come
But such is now
No one can tell me how
O, lift the lid to our Pandora's box
And be sly like the fox
Obtaining a land of promise
That our Lord hath covenanted
In nineteen sixty-one
Dylan's first album so underrated
Again to rip the beast
I can always cut it now like a dead tree
Joyce is a cleaner and Pink, a malingerer
Open minded to the next two hours
Each day a new state
I find my place in the chain
All look alike
Angels amongst the chamber
Into this furnace, venture....




Yet Cleaner
3-17-17

Waffles and eggs
As if you had nothing to say
Speaking unto tea concerning the land of promise
I am vile and I am empty
When it comes to the gift of nature
Feeling poetic today
For the sake of children stories all spite
Once more to speak my mind
And let that not interfere
Where I loved them all at Mount Mercy
We will climb all day
To reach the first and foremost crest
And do our best in a silver needle
For the consideration of my superiors
Yes, I know
Don't call me again
But I know no better.....