affection

Affection Due Her
3-19-18

In that God hath established consummation
We are now free to kiss the bride
For red shirt and varsity
First-string and unneccesary trials
For Tuition forever by ones own side in Tutelage of Guidance
Of the experts if there is such a thing
Faithfully of participants keeping the main thing the main thing
Clandestine and surreptitious
"Go with these men"
So whispers a voice of further instruction
For purpose of subversion looking down on us
Taking leave of ourselves on the first day without the hood
And a new hairstyle seeing that we don't understand
This is the challenge
Another opportunity to overcome
As it is God's temple I yet defile
O, have mercy and grace...





Truth Decay
3-20-18

For our indisputable identification
I turn it over and know my limitations
Back at it again at half past three
Hoping for the snow to come a'tumbling down
For our hand-off as to pay the land off
Just a fleshwound of my truth decay
Let's get rocking and turn up the Floyd
Still burning with rage and desire rising from the deep furlongs beneath the surface
But what does it mean
And go with these men
So say these still small voices of truth
Still too hot to handle
I force myself to say that I love it
And that no one is above it
Offering sacrifice of oxen and sheep
Going into a solitary hill alone to answer the phone
And keep on in my high place of my useless pride...






On Second Corinthians 7:21
3-20-18

Of this first day of Spring Equinox
I don't plan on putting God in a box
O, are we hypocrites or are we human
And after all charade you are
O, is it snowing
As I greet their announcement
Where the only way around is through it
All for promises extended and war wounds distended
And His fierce anger only because He loves us
It's truth decay for a tooth to but slay
After having all of these things firmly decreed
O, where do we go from here
But to tell our stories of how it all panned out
In limitations of Christian liberty
Of necessity and business if you can get yourself free
Rather use it.....





Build Me Here Seven Altars
3-20-18

Knowledge is dissapprovingly small in dreams of collage
And wandering the hall and perhaps more going along with Guido call
It la vita nuova
Hoping I didn't overload it
As bells chime in the distance
Just wait and see hardy hard
Did you get my card
From our small array in that I already thirst
Crowned with success as friends savored us like pretegive hedges
As spirit children we leap from tall ledges
Love it or leave it
Glove it or cleave it
And remain in the place of your calling
Repeating it in substance squandered
As supposed surreptitious
Looks like I did it again....