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Portraits (Of Flesh And Spirit)
3-2-18

For scorpions having no sting
And cobras of no fangs
Freaks of nature there will be in His Word
Yet carnal and devilish
I miss a day or two of taking such care of business
Where Alma believes finding an accusation
Against what only seems to be of teeming millions
Hankering for something more
Cast out from among the rest of him
As King Moab fears his own words as do I
Sometimes as priests lift up their voices
Still circling the carcasses in teaching of this proclamation
As white tires spun enough to make it through harsh conditions
For portraits of faith and understanding
Taking up Richardson to hunt my treasure
Until we meet again.....





Portions (Of Want And Need)
3-2-18

Portions and double portions
Our fortunes for our departure with Boromir
Author dies the same year I am born
And suddenly he leapt forward
Where Alma preaches in private the words penned of a poet
Ordaining other writers to speak their piece
When Satan wants to silence our voices
Wishing a brother well on his way
Someday I might know his freedom if I follow through
Sending for this only covenant that I will not quit
And I will keep on keeping on
With a deep-throated call and a trip to the mall
And business elsewhere
Music thrice in out hamlet as refuse and protection
Time to play another record and rock on to it
And this afternoon just do it.....