Thursday, March 22, 2018

swift

Go Swift
2-8-18

Of the lot of those whom rob us
Keeping doors unlocked
Like padlocks left undone
And finding more treasure
She asks me do I have ice skates
As I plow into the book of Jacob
In the celebration of life itself
As to send ambassadors
In the treading down in the valley of Rephaim
Especially amid thee rhetoric
In lines vain and empty as fall is my next cup
For our bow of the year of '03
Harvest needs not be a heap of ruins
Go, swift messengers....





On Isaiah 18:6
2-8-18

Back in May of '02
O, is it possible to be an addict of the past
Wait for her call and don't be hasty
Not even for the pastry
Soon to experience some turbulence
And then a clearing of the sky and Reed on the waters
And Cannon on the entourage
To be as the forsaken bough
Grinding so long in a finding of this song
Behold the Lord rides on a swift cloud
Comparing your sword with mine
But still doing fine
As I cast the hooks into the river
To but deliver as to inherit the challenge
Where reeds doth wither....






Head Or Tail
2-8-18

In Egypt's tradition
Canals are our brooks
As lush is this love and not just a crush
Saving the last sixteen dollars for lunch with Mother tomorrow
God willing for Ethiopia and our burnt face given salve for the atonement
Where are they?
Keep it all in perspective and don't crack the whip
And please don't rock the boat
Sending ambassadors by the sea
God have not this pride to be wounded
For what I seal on earth kings to be engraven
But to take it upon me
Shake it free now for future restoration
In the present tense it's absolute rubbish
But at least that's something....





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