Schafnabcrgenis

Schafnabcrgenis (Hark Now I Hear)
3-15-18

As time debateth and crime does hateth
I've got songs to sing
To make it through the remnants of utterance
Where the way is dark and such as prescribed
Printed in chronological order
South of the border
Doing my time soaking through the dust
As subjoined these conglomerations
Aspires opposite Westminster in the Whitehall
I'll meet you at the mall
Through the metidja
As tears fall like the rain drinks
Their lifestyle for Schafnaburgenis
A mouthful of the good stuff
Hark now I hear them
But I don't need to fear them
As time debateth with decay
Fading out into ghostliness
Glad to be alive in Jesus
For full fathom five on a sullied night.....






Ode Of Bohemian Immigrants
3-15-18

Vaunt in youthful sad on our vehicle
The soap could not wash it off
And this is how I recognize it
Coming around the corner
Still along I'm happy and content
With peace of mind meeting my girl in Denver
In another life hitting that thing with another paper towel
On my hundred freeways for flounder
More than just a fish, my main order as I go
Accounting rehashing sugar glider sessions
Where I've been the rover in Spring of '04
Another time to observe
Where Christ is my pilot as heartaches bring tame
In low sky like a sheet of metal call it tin
O, the sin but we will win
In the second mile secret in principle
For gold statuettes rust
Plastered self mower mastered
I blew all that I had to say
Beyond what is expected....





On Joel 1:1
3-15-18

As Jews hate Romans
If you're cold let my love keep you warm
Say hello to Rose for me, Jesus
Beyond call of duty these connotations
May it be a ministry
Come and rest awhile upright
And she says I am born to write
Bound for moving on loading the ox cart
With wares and opportunities on wheels
Where the devil wants you to throw in the towel
He wants to use you as you are willing
For buses and chariots
Join thyself to such
Still carrying my crutch
"Who needs you", so utters the enemy
Getting in our day stretch
Laying my vine waste
As to resusitate as to rouse
And still go and carouse
God knows this predicament
O, sugar glider
Make your roads wider
For Pethuel.....