what is it?

What Is It?
3-16-18

Forever in your debt
Do you want to make a bet
No, I don't gamble but in which to ramble
As to paraphrase terms offered in another theological system
And ten deadly commandments we all have broken
In chaotic quarters behind the thickness of mentors
To be the rights of kings
Soon I get on with it
On the road to Cencheria southeast
Reporting to the upper Pierene just on schedule
Christ will be born of many
And the truth is sometimes scary
Where the past will be our future
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough
For sea-nymphs hourly to come our way
And we live and learn
Back in lion culture safari
We read the story
O cry unto this people
In our souls' pursuit
To look for His love today.....





Back To The Bema Seat
3-16-18

Behold the Spirit has said it
But for us not to break it
And heaven on earth is at hand
For even gainsayers to understand
Such is a number of wisdom precious and chosen
He bears the ring in Alighieri for the active embrace of godly exhortation
One way or another
She is well worth the burden
As holding perfection in bodies full of flaw
Ordering a side salad and cole slaw
To vaunt in youthful leakage of sap
Do you remember childhood endeavors
To explore the nature of youths and sullied nights
Many a glorious morning
I haven't said enough of truth in a lethal dose
Of gliding pale streams and restless fever
New mission in mind
We save it for a sunny day
And the devil says
What's the use....






On First Corinthians 1:29
3-16-18

North into Lechaion
I won't let you go
O, no
O, take it slow
Taking upon Him all infirmities
As Alma resides on Nelek for a dream of the past
And a change in our systems torn down in this labor
As departed from thence
Build not a wall or fence
In a new day dawning southwest into Acrocorinth
Doing my very best to hold down the tent
And they say that I ought to repent
O, don't push me too far tonight
Believing in foolish traditions I make for myself
Art not chief over us
West into Philus reporting back to the forum
Upon your flocks and herds
I'm ready for the warmth and madness of flowers in the spring
In Apollos well educated just doing his thing
Like a hawk to take wing.....






On Joel 1:16
3-16-18

Four hundred more poems
Till a need for more tablets
South of the border
Back into where we wonder O why
For faith, hope and charity
I hope I am more than just talk
In the tenth year of reign
As to say to myself "It's insane"
Northeast to our amplitheatre
As joy withered in our lodgement
We resusitate as fire devoured the pastures
Bearing burdens ahead and behind
Looking for that peace of mind
As fond winds will blow in seeking emancipation
In the land of Melek good or evil and no inbetweens
Joy withered from sons of men
As I simplify my study space on river Sidon
Is not meat cut off from our eyes?
Humble and submissive as can be....