jigsaw

Jigsaw (Hankenic)
3-10-18

My error, the second pot
My evil self indulgence
My bad
Another smoke break
Worry not and take no thought
For God knows what you have need of
As to hanker around and take up space
Where your treasure is there will be your heart
For small Styctucs formality
And another thing made clean for footprints
You say it interests you
Fret not it is what we are taught
Tomorrow make the show and cast in your last dollar
On a bridge across a pure river
In next of kin thoughts scattered
For that psychedelic country spaceman sound
For the dream where in school I didn't understand one thing
Supplying a number of footnotes
After we stand up and sing
As to attribute and ascribe
Only doing what I do
Fire arson induced and juiced....





Putting It On
3-10-18

Investments for the cause
And in the box a towel for comfort
For her paws she climbs in willingly
Thinking of the good me as to be
In loving one another 
By the forehead of a distant figure
As the Byrds go and part ways in seventy-one
Saying a few extra prayers
Catching it from the corner of my eye without concern
Of my current state as disappeared are those defeated but not for long
We all again are made strong
As I put on that armored suit and breastplate
Helmet and sword
For our attribute in starry eyes and laughter
Our well established mannerism
Strung out with the Windex again
I go to town putting it on and laying it off
Sooner than we think
The heat intensifying......





On Romans 5:14
3-10-18

Preadventure we come to understand it
Taking it from Giorgio de Santillana
We grow in faith to serve as stature
Blessed be the day I am born and alive
O, Great One, I owe my every breath
To on this sunshiny day for the oil in the land imputed
Keep on keeping on no matter how crazy it seems
For back to school dreams and failing tests of an hireling
In the door of the sheepfold
Sing to the King of kings, saint and sinner. to Him today
As counted as righteousness by nothing but the blood of Jesus
Huddled protectively as nights never get lonesome with the Ghost with me
Putting furlongs behind me
I am just a visitor as of this year
Ah, God monsterous have mercy
By similitude....





Glorify! (In All Things)
3-10-18

Where sin abounds grace does much more
So shall we sin
God forbid
But I do in the pitfalls of denial and consciousness closer
Ignorance, my bad
Shaving incision unaware of the harm I do
In the meantime
Being freed from sin
We become as tributary to what is right
And servants to what is wholesome
But the thing that I do I allow
And the thing I would rather not touch how I taste
Sleep is fallen upon me this afternoon
Don't try to force it
Wait a minute, O wait here
Slow down and cool the honest engines
For sunshine in York County
And a beautiful faith counted as a bounty
In all that you do, Glorify!