boatswain

Boatswain Revisited
3-17-18

Odious ones
Odium commodious behind the podium
Why can't we get a fix now and forever
O, Bucko
O, chap consult the country mad
And find villages you never knew existed
Yet swaggering now that I'm up and dressed
For the strength of you
O, backaroo of Bungaios
And a liter of gold
Give her what she wants in the direction of birth
Small steps in the right direction
Mourning the top of Carmel
Good to see you brothers
Love is all we need them
O, feed my sheep delving deep
Two years before our earthquake
Servant and swain by famine sometimes slain
Those of Syria go into Kir easy to say life isn't so bad after all
On a nice day such as today
Rounding up our errant clans
As the remnant famish and thirst.....






My Lover (Not My Jailer)
3-17-18

I am no exception
As I cannot live up to everyone's expectations
I am he as the called
Peter in prison as if in bondage
To flee back up the mountain
Spring is coming
O, remnant perish not
Always wishing to be vigilant
Wanting to go further and faster every day
Still he prods us on by an unequal yoke
In height of cedars strong as oak
Just blowing smoke
Where my drink becomes lukewarm
In Laodocean luxuries
Lined up like stars of astounding constellations
Noe refreshed all for Szepen
Where the sea runs underneath
Come Bosun to save the world for a thousand years of peace
All is vanity still working on my sanity
Mad at his best state is altogether such
All things lawful but not all things expedient
As to atone and expiate....