Sidom

Back To Sidom
3-28-18

Going back to Sidom
To preach there as well
I might have been a professor in a former lifetime
If you believe in such
And with Susanne I get back in touch
As Zeezrom lay sick and is healed
And I saved concerning ourselves of the power of deliverance
As the debris of the canal of mass this morning
Clowns cover the stars in tribulations of mind
Awe to transgression and unnecessary trials for our files
Putting on smiles a wholly all bittersweet rural reality
Who feeds the drum exceedingly sore
Soon time to crack this code
Just as well with stories to tell
And bells to toll as she smells my soul
And wants another bowl
And my heart says yes, milady
Going back to Sidom
To heal others as well.....





Hymenaeus
3-28-18

I tell mother nature that I'm glad and proud
As the moon hides behind her cloud
And I'm a believer of spirits in the shroud
Wrestling for and against the flesh
As I sing out loud and she spews but it's not the end of the world
As to break the cords by which we are bound
O, what will be found
Slain by the flame thereof according to my faith
I keep on keeping on in spite of the mess she has made for the stain on page
Two hundred forty six
She's still totally worth it to me
As I lean upon ones feet and resin to walk nearing with the shadow
Rotten luck next go around out the other way by magic visions stirring
And flames that rise in the skies....





Alexander
3-28-18

Yea, she spews
Not a fan of Joseph I presume
Purloining the words I am taught
Still somewhat distraught
Checked as to the pride in my heart
Howsoever the incident
Time to let me in from the cold
As Zoram leads and Jesus still bleeds
As to maneuver to ourselves
Don't get caught out there like a foot in your own net
Yes, another cigarette
That I might learn not to blaspheme
As the sun comes up quickly
Taking no one else captive but me, myself and I
Three in one like the Trinity
As to send the promised land
Back home and happy for carcasses laid desolate
But it's not the end.....






On Alma 16:6
3-28-18

As Zoram leads and Alma scatters seeds
What will be found but another manuscript
For peace and pleasure upon Mount Joy for a temporary setback
And no lack for burning flack on an island close to the mainland
Without respect of persons continually as to inquire concerning this place
Saving grace and soon the Resurrection and another good sermon on Sunday
And some say it's better to be sorry than safe
If we're ever going to survive we need get a little crazy
Stimulating whirlpools where the law is not for the wise but for the fools
Of our wild common after the manner of the Jews
Don't make obituaries front page news
As to be taken captive by the cat getting old blues
In the shadow of our times
With crimes so it rhymes....