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No Such Crossbreeds
3-2-18

Succeeding to substitute something
More oft than before
Trembling my the harbor wall
Children on the warm sea set sail
As I chase away the lust
Yea, by the waters of Mormon
When the dutchman comes as to receive the grace of God
What will be simply will be
Beginning to breathe it out without threatening
Hope in hopelessness and joy in sorrow
Bitter for sweet so it seems to me to but be
As to no more mongrelize nor debase the Word in our own opinions
And no more expurgate nor bowdlerize
The Word as it stands
Fast evocative
T.G.I.F.
Selah....






Tear Limb From Limb
3-2-18

All ye lovers of the good life of the judgment
Seek chastisement so some say
Never satisfied with what is evocative
In steep-sided ravines as men of means
On the pen the slave and poet leans
Yet tributary in its torrent impassioned in today's elements
That could be a whole lot more grievous
For Lord and lady laying low and lenient
Between our oxen and cattle and bleak suggestions
For pumpkin seed devourers and social security salary
In deep gulches the money is there in all arroyos
We bask as it gushes forward
Laodicean and indifferent
Not to be as such
O, blessed thirst for yet more
For this convocation....






Look Both Ways
3-2-18

Mentors come along in numbers bold and strong
Along the path to paradise as to meet and assemble
The day after tomorrow impassioned to start spreading the news
O, New York we are not forsaken
Covet not their money nor their wives
Nor be envious of man's pleasure in carnality
Including me
I must profess as to grind my teeth upon my cuticles
Again no need to fret of being found
Handing it all over to Jesus
In a need to cough up something
O, do they really hear it
Respect it and fear it
Like a nose one to clear it
In order to breathe properly
Looking ahead to cold cash
May for my forty-five not too far ahead
Accumulation of books like a drug
Singing O requiem the same old story.....






It's For You Too
3-2-18

Obedience not just for children
And wisdom not only for the old
As the motor stretches the sound of work in progress
Just too darn real
O, woah in wicked wind and guru
To come in from the elements
God have mercy on those with no place to hide
Look the other way and walk in a poor man's shoes
Sum it up, please
Back in the Communication Workshop
In my own tight quarters
Where the only problem that seems to be lieth in oneself
In stability our ability we can make it better and reach for the pepper and salt
And pass her on used now with new care in the shoes
This weekend of the hungry in the sight of what's really up....