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Some Are Still Inhabited
10-13-17

Friday the thirteenth
Always my lucky day
If I'm the villain of virtue and valor
Afflicted in every manner
I play the Fox in its entirety
This fate is your own
Healing them, everyone
Dry bones clothed with flesh
Under the sheathed sun
As one to pay triple the rent
And let it all fly
She came here this morning
On the brook of flats
We find it hard rock of the Father
Out of smoke locusts swarm
Harming us not talking no such rot
Slow down, Soldier
You don't need to pay up today
To perceive that you are weak
For brethren at Jerusalem
Not twisting the wearing
But glossing it with hyssop
Come sorrows
On the Greeks a public announcement
Hear ye, hear ye were the words I did not care to hearken
As the sky would slowly darken
For greens, pinks and yellows....






His Word In The Soil Grown
10-13-17

Neither this can be written of any man
As one to be smitten as part of the plan
Behold and cast your eyes toward heaven and look upon it
A blessing of a free cup of coffee at seven-eleven
Today is my lucky day
If I play the villain
O, star burn like a torch
As we gather on the porch
In a snapshot of a memory
No longer in tactile existence
In my stone free stonewashed black shirt
I still own as of today
Soon we dare to love
On the way to a better life
Brought forth unto a multitude of counselors
As to bring along our little ones
Ever so fortunate
Daughters and sons
Growing up with great gifts
Wo to no such inhabitant
To open doors that would have blocked their way
And we bring them hither
Trusting to the mid-eyed stars.....