He Be Filthy Still
3-23-18
Seeing our own fates the fourth time
As to walk across the gorge's edge
No need to look over my shoulder all for martyrdom
Always upside down in the kingdom
I am guilty while these men call themselves spotless
I am filthy still for freedom in the rat race
To break for the river for the light that dies down
As to witness our own destruction
I have awhile to think struggling down the slope
Where rocks are a'tumbling
As to begin to be encircled moreover brothers and sisters
I declare to you a gospel of my own
Inspiration in Spirit in the cold feel
The cold all around get warm soon
Born out of due time
Taken down by the undertow our ektromat's hold together
And shoot the rapids staying at the inn nearby for one last fix.....
Television Tonight With Mother
3-23-18
No television today until I arrive
At my home away from home
By her nimble shadow haunting houses from the trammels
Of what can be in another city as all things are put under His feet
Where Nehor slays Gideon but O why?
Delivering us to the officers
Do you want to dance with me
Contemptoraneously as traditional calm and quiet
Can you feel the Spirit sometimes as each is a head of creation
Herd hard balanced antler pricked by a fine black blotch
In no need of Scotch in fields of incentive
God prepare us a place by contrasting types
Hoping that I won't fall in love intringsically present
In the likeness of delicacy sometimes entangled
Boasting and rejoicing one more before I go.....
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