Thursday, June 8, 2017

unleavened

Yet Unleavened
4-24-17

For wild beasts of the islands
Knock on wood for all shades of green
In the highlands lowly of each other
Before I lap bids on the deathbed of prejudice
By leavened bread exalt my throne
Above the stars of heaven
Making it a possession
For the bittern and pools of water
Soon I am good to go
In case my dark side didn't know
For offerings of peace
In that I pray and not cease
Another unfinished project
Waits for next week
Surely I have thought
What by Spirit I am taught
To one as much to the other
As to gain a brother...





On Luke 8:17
4-24-17

Never do I mean to make you cry again
As Nephi glories in plainness
Tangled in this love I hope to share with them all
Yet maintaining wishing them a safe trip home for Xuthus
Our diabase serpentine for its magnetism
I can live off my crumbs
For another week
For every Sepoy
For nothing is secret
That shall not be made manifest
Known and come abroad
Our mile and intended spell
You must first catch its gravity....





One Law For Both
4-24-17

Jesus, I don't want to stop rocking and rolling with you
Where Nephi glories in plainness
Out of my mind
We will be restored in time of biding
Which is my main crime
Yea, and my soul delights on dizzy heights
Cause of ones iniquity
To bring blue threads back to your sight
As to delight in the words of Isaiah
No oxymoron nor contradiction
It's here I'm staying
His prophesies will be understood
Even unto the blind
Plowing on through it
Just so I can do it
For the breast of the wave
In the shadow of such a sea....






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