extradition

Extradition (Binding)
3-1-18

You're not in trouble
So says a voice from the sidelines
Smitten of God but overjoyed in that such is what I choose
Accomplish all things today
In God where I don't lose
As He is despised and rejected and walks between
The Isles in Jihad of jealousy and jars of jelly in extradition
No longer stuck feeling the cold again
This time from the inside out finding new hopes
As dividing are blue ropes
Who hath believed our report
Spurning from recrimination for the enemy warning
In making peace with a dreary day
Gone full circle for sin we shall see our seed
Naturally enough extinct surely
He has bourne our griefs
For all captains and chiefs
O, wake me soon....





On Numbers 22:25 (At Last See)
3-1-18

Of velvet elbow and silken knee
Now he can at last see
And I'll be yours
To accomplish today all chores
I guess I'll never know
As to dress for my forever show
Amongst the sacred duty of Muslims down at the market
In a better mood for it this time around
For pink neon beams in vigorous and emotional crusades
And vestments of outer garments worn by the clergy
As vested and held completely established
By law of tradition and full consequence
To but materialize yet antipathetic
Our wise not to drop like flies
As the mule crushed Balaam's foot on the wall
To Burke or boycott for quarters in this imperfect slate to see the angel
And turn three times
They're really good for writing rhymes....






Awash
3-1-18

Awash just level with the surface covered with water and waves
Rolling over my back by dawn and its crack
Go not out to the point of no return
For we still have much to learn for our mango surprise
As to rock on with sweetness awash
O, my gosh for groats jingling in the dryer cycle
Reading oneself clearly judging it for it is a good day
Swept to the riptide and soft self center for the calyx our Godsend
And sepals collectively in buckwheat and grits
And never calling it quits
O, frazzle dazzle
Facing up to eccentricities meant specifically
A time of sowing joyous in knowing
Spectacular by which we are growing
Another new name in which we will never be the same
Not knowing who stood in the way
Awash...