Thursday, February 1, 2018

misfit

God Bless The Misfits
1-4-18

Business as usual
O, prodigal son be who you are
In the eyes of God, a prodigy
In my grammatical mood
Vats overflow with new wine
Be not afraid of trouble from all that is wicked
It won't be long now
As clouds drop down the dew
And we're given to know how to heed statutes
In the midst of your heart
And God bless the misfits
Not seen as anathema in the sight oof God
And the eyes of the world are watching
Now lend your ear to my understanding
And the peace that transcends it all
As to practice discretion
And accomplish all things today
In the mystery of song
You are the outward sign.....





On Proverbs 6:13
1-4-18

As to flounce and flaunt
Put on another ounce for houses to haunt
As to gather her fruit in the harvest
Tedium doth but taunt
O, proud look and lying tongue
Still writing my book without coughing up a lung
On a day full of divine interventions
I need contact
Whither shall I go
With what I have to contribute
Thou art excusable O, invalid
Wherewith to blow the fire
I did smite the stones together
To create the music
Desire explicit still in denial
Soon the tarnished padlock is left open
For when I want to go down for a book or two
And He shuffles His feet....






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