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Going Traditional
3-11-18

Still didn't get to the good stuff
Still haven't had enough
For settled incarnations and playing games with opposites
Where it's killing me and you and it's nothing new
Oddly unnerved and this morning sluggish for the agenda
Not to critique but to seek
Where our bucket has its leak for our Whitsunday and Pentecost
Seeking our sheep lost in veneration
O, charismatic will you go traditional
Turning off the machine as soon we knew a fresh verdure of green
This isn't bad after all O, remember yesterday
And reevaluate the week behind you
Still buying books speaking in different tongues
There's something you ought to know about me
And it's time to ask for divine assistance
Getting lost in between now and then......





Fifty Cups
3-11-18

For fifty cups and fife on fire inside the equilateral octagon
Without foolish iniquity in the way I begin again by the day's first light
I will come through and put some of you into my own pail
O, how we want it
Keep her around in things lost and found
Covering common ground
Cocking shut eyes
I'd rather remain as I am
As to ascend into fruitious forever fate and fortune favored in folly
Seeing its regular figures in parallelograms of passion
Looking for purity pondering playlists
Such is as sorrow and joy commingled as distraught
Wandering aimlessly back down to the destination
Free to love finding a center in me so far away
You're the first to make me believe in something...






Yet Callow
3-11-18

True to the faith in mine own eyes
Up and ready for church as to immerse in the moment
And step out to meet new friends like expression
Shall it fall?
For the flickering of a star
Circling in this age of acceptance
Written at light speed
As to see to the need and toss aside avarice and greed
All for the vanguard of our precipice
Isn't it about time we learn alone in a dark wood
Right next to our Savior the knowledge to gain here is infinite
Thank you Eve for picking of the fruit
As to enjoin and confirm and wait patiently  to get up and go
In all prominence as to see it for yourself
Following the vein like a pin cushion
Of doctrine and axiom....





Squab
3-11-18

Deeper into the lore of things
There it is all for pasta
And coming back as Rasta
Callow and featherless our squab
Falling on us all as nestling
Hiding behind brick walls
Praying for those that serve in the lifter of our head
Who will teach us but the Spirit expressly living by principle
And not by circumstance all for conciliation
Why not me?
In Zacchaeus climbing his tree
Biblically threescore and ten years to but lose its effectiveness
In culling certain statements
Still I wait for buttonwood and sycamore
In songs she pleaded thinking of the good
And not just the flaws of pelican slang and swan spoteneity
As you walk your back is straightened
Deeper into the core.....