increase

Yet Increaseth More
1-6-18

O, what is pretense
Where it all makes sense
In the blessing immense
God had a plan even for Stephen King
As jays take wing
Greeting Chatsworth all for peace on earth
For a steak for our laughing tiger
And ribs for our grimacing lion
As pride comes may we fill each other up
With blessing as to scatter and to increase the more
A just weight is his delight since time immemorial
Ankles bowing continually in and out
Night or what?
As to withhold the grain
Praying for those less fortunate
How much more ungodly is the saint sad to say
As sedate in filtered aid of what was
Leading to abundance.....





Late Clean Shave
1-6-18

We're naming more people but not more land
O, esteem the steeple and strive to understand
As to overcome the cord of critics
And just be who you are
Seeking not approval
Not even from the brightest star
As each change will bring your success
In making a list of dreams you would do if you did not know this fear
In the cold reality in something to do with the disposition
Sharing secrets just as its  confession of ones profession
As to revolutionalize all of what you want to become
On our way to U.S. Gypsum in Lisbon Falls
Passing around that cup of cheer clad in lumberjack apparel
In spite of peril...