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Bringing It Again
1-15-18

Stuck again somewhere in the bogs of Deleware
By the river and after our seed is scattered
He brings us again to captivity
Where Arab tribes attack these deserts
Beyond the fertile crescent
Back in Samaria there warbles the dove
All for the cause of brotherly love
In Taurus mines and a little bit of a backup
Where literature and learning do flourish
As to sustain and nourish at Akkad into Ashur
Keenly sought after
They told me I was not to mess with it
For the more part of tribes nourished by the Gentiles
Manger from Nubia in endless trafficking
And something in my ear
Of constructive rapscallion not to fear
For King Lear....





On First Nephi 22:12
1-15-18

Let it do its thing
In the cycle and hope for the best gun
Have me to hang in there this week
O, Christ and the crown
By them shall our seed be scattered
Over the vast steppes of Russia
Throughout the fertile crescent
As to proceed to make bare his man like a slide show
The old days are gone and better left alone
Half dotted sentences in the shape of a backwards D
South into Thebes where shadows linger
Sometimes it's hard to walk it back
Where music is an essential
O, song the necessity
North back into Memphis
I believe I can come through again
To the lands of our inheritance
Out of darkness and obscurity....