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I'm Going (This Sunday)
3-16-18

Pondering these questions here
I'm going this Sunday and will have no such fear
As residents are in tight quarters
When I spit out my pride when I'd rather swallow it
Until the crowbar bends
Praying for a miracle
Sometimes chastised
Keep them on your back and do something
Greeting Elder Duncan
And praying for their welfare
I'm all in yet still subject to my sin
As God helps us to navigate through these storms
On calm sunny days like those compared to what we have seen
O, do soften the soil and lay out the fertilizer of the Word
In demonstration of Spirit and power
Let not the enemy devour
Millions of dollars are at stake figuratively
Will you answer my call?






On Jacob 2:8 (Dove Gray)
3-16-18

Am I in love
Or is it only a bubble yet to burst
All delusion of dire thirst
See Jacob 2:8
In this there is nothing to hate
Living in a fallen world
Call it wicked if you will
It's all the same as time we kill
Covering my area
Praying for our community
Worst case scenerio I always think
Slovenly and slipshod
Ye shall eat of it in plenty tomorrow
God and weather permitted
In the secrets of pain, hunger and thirst as learned and versed
Yet still but a babe of pelicans of conciliation
Our national mindset and a shaft of light
Come on over sometime today, my brother
Where Zacharius climbs the tree
It looms to feed the thrill
Barking our own fig
I smile upon calamity....






Ambush Abject (Spirit Never Dies)
3-16-18

O, warm grey
O, in the storm may it be okay
As scattered are leaves in these winds till we rise
I just can't wait
Late today due to my captivating dreams
Where wins blow strong and clouds blow over southeast
Knowing there are many other answers in mentality innocent and gentle
And a spirit meek under our sycamore
If this is all I do today so be it!
Living by principle but not by circumstance
Looming for body parts for dapper meaning
All set for tomorrow for the squab as nestling nude
Of feathers crude
Like heathens cheated and fooled
Overheated and old schooled due to bad agency callow
And as a babe to the faith
Under our buttonwood and silence inside
We look to the lily where valleys cry out.....





More Than Numbers
3-16-18

Days of the month
More than only numbers
For pickled cucumbers
And tonight sweet slumbers
What will be found?
In dreams of all resistence
In my waking life years later
I decide to finally take action
For God and His love
Treading on a turning wheel
No matter how I might feel as to deplore
And make clean again my floor yet despicable
Let's move on!
Seeing which hand gets filled first
In the patience of hope
How dare I even mention it
Today I feel like a garden full of brambles
But at least we get to pick of her berries
And take our fill on childhood experiences
All for pruninghooks
Trying to forget about the battle
And bring on the peace
As I remove the bandage
I continue all recovery
More than numbers....