Thursday, March 29, 2018

serpent

Twisted Serpent
2-12-18

Nothing to do with north and south
Along the way I watch my mouth
God have me to just get through to you
As to be apt to go one more week without it
Slow down sir before you burn out the motor
As we consult Pearl S. Buck all for the pickup truck
So that I might have the knowledge
I'll be around for awhile all in the way we choose to smile
Obedience not only for little ones
By the promise of many more new suns
To unlock the understanding
O, command the morning all for Christmas of '93
The arches split the tree....





Let Me Speak Of Another's Experience
2-12-18

O, do I reek of smoke from my fiery furnaces on coats
To keep us warm identity uncertain
As still I refuse to draw the curtain
As something to look into back in Hiroshima
This is beyond all human endurance
God paint my door with hyssop today for the sake of the good earth
In Put and Lubim as the be helpers
It's on for tomorrow, hallelujah
Rocking onto Thomas
The ward is much more than a hospital
And man's conquest for the atom hoping they are not concerned
For my pride yet to leave behind....





Copyright In '67
2-13-18

Copyright in '67
Something to pick up at seven-eleven
After so many years consisting of substinence
Working overtime we are glad to serve you
Knowing one another as family on the big track where depressing can be as comfort
In trying times and they look like a happy people
We, all of one bread for the paramount chief given my view in a reflection
To find someone new causing the paramount chief to become the thief
Still making advances on those whom like it just the way it is.....





In Samoa
2-13-18

Inquiring prayerfully
Stars will give the tears I cry
The pure in heart will receive the engrafted word
Deep down in ones heart
O, have one today my Jesus
As to feast upon His love
Too late to go back to sleep
Yet too early to rise
As consulted in Samoa
Come the heart in the window struck dumb
By the angel hoping I won't lose my incentive
Let us do that which is necessary for spiritual growth
No longer under oath as we pay thee parted side again....





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