vineyard

Vineyard (Israel)
4-23-17

Come to Him and hear this saying
By the ticking of the clocks
Time rocks
Collapsing in a prayer staying hungry
To build a house and dig deep laying the foundation
Of ones quantum leap
Thank you for understanding
My need to but bleed and to scatter my seed
Where the stream did beat vehemently
May not last night's sufferings  be in vain
As to not shake it for it is founded upon a rock
Having only but four hours loading crates down on the dock
Come ten acres of vineyard where the whistle blows....





Fenced
4-23-17

His people will be scattered
As His steeple might be flattered out on the street
As He fenced it just the way He sensed it
As to lift an ensign come truth of many spouses
The talk of high society
Left in Zion to remain filthy still
From the midst thereof
As to make it to the road and walk without
As wine doth but inflame substituted by a cup of joe
As the Lord lifts up his ensign
As I sing to my wellbeloved
Touching His vineyard
Of yesterday's mood swing....




Mere Puppets
4-23-17

O, how the books assist
For the poetry I missed
And the lovely ribbon in your hair
Reminding me to not make a fist
Yet disheveled in mine ears of a truth
Houses lie desolate
He asks how does the book make me feel
And all I can say is quite real
No place to be placed alone
No face to be faced by stone
As ten acres yield one bath
Put it there and renounce all wrath
As to roar like young lions
Come other roads to yet meet Him there
In our expanse and mere puppets...





Our Favorite Streets
4-23-17

Gathered together without distinction
And for my forty-fourth birthday
I hope to get a new Jesus necklace
In that day they roar against Him
Down to the courthouse saluting nations
From afar off
Whose arrows will be sharp
And latchet of shoes broken
Come cleats of clear and clean token
Of our most edifying spectacle
And rose colored glasses
All to but see darker shades of green
For carcasses torn in the midst
Of our favorite streets
Putting bitter for sweet
As the seeds on an homer upon your cleat
As mused by...




Sweet For Bitter
4-23-17

Inspired by where I come from
Putting sweet for bitter
Not as a quitter
It's all a dream we envision long ago
Of our home run hitter
On my mother's birthday
Yet to enjoy the pasta
Of Jesus and Rasta
And then I will sing to my well beloved
Like a moth before a flame
Given my white stone of my new name
Then shall hands feed after their manner
And the day as a rearing for we of strength
To mingle strong drink with cords of vanity
And another trip north up the river...