Friday, December 8, 2017

wait

For Those That Wait
6-20-17

Instead of brass, gold
Instead of sassafrass something old
We hope so following the rule
No matter how absurd
It's not too late to call your number
Gently rolling Father Time
Calling to those that wait
Go unto Pharaoh and speak you mind
In a time of silence between notes
And space between matter
Enter Eleazar of the men at hand to make it so
According to their armies
Those are for you
You know their weakness
King of the read of fifty-seven
One day closer to heaven
Baked without leaven....




Only Tuesday
6-20-17

It's only Tuesday
But I'm already psyched for the congregation
And brood comedy of a sermon ambiguous
Hadite as to frequent Havok diacritical
Placed over a letter for emphasis
Come Denizens desultory
Not to degrade nor make damage
For all that I say unto thee
For some it's never too late
Where I patiently stand waiting
Never seen hopes and dreams of living again
Come wearable firm forms slowly rocking our baby
Let my people go off on our merry ways
In a sweet dream...




We Miss The Mark
6-20-17

Come circumflex and all that comes next
In sacred text
With a heart that only beats for You
A tilde manana
Hopes for tomorrow
In all joy and sorrow
Come the cedilla
This love of the language
Needing to be meticulous
As professed only for You
Where we could not drink of the water in the river
As to indicate a syllable long and stressed
Skipping her merry way off
No escape in myself
Losing all control
and cannot guarantee my sanity
In all that I want is You...



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