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Our Weekly Bread
4-9-18

For buried money we tried to dig
But it was only a rumor
So I play that archive over again
Remembering Christmas of the year of '04
I was as privilaged as a whore
As we's divide the spoils getting the gist of it
And feel the Spirit all around
That some today do suffer
And it's exciting just to write about it
As if I still doubt it as prescribed
Dame to lead from balconies made mahogany
As Joshua rends his garments
Shine with a brother all of the same bread 
For pleasure mingles with the pain of regrets
We weep tonight in dreams of learning how to cry again
Of violet star-shaped flowers propagating in livelihood our sustenence
Where we break bread and renew all covenants.....





.....That He Is Full.....
4-9-18

Darkness moves on all
Like that old school shopping mall from grace we fall
And soon you give me a call
And process of sustaining even more is asked of you
How long will it be ere you believe it to be true
The land is a good land and I have seen it
One more star rises on the west horizon
Therefore it is a planet
When she moves as such as to disinherit mine unbelief
That I can do all things
God is with us
Fear it not
Where carcasses fall in the wilderness
Pardon, I beseech thee mine iniquity
Give it just an hour and a half for our God is longsuffering
And slow to wrath joining our land of Bountiful
Even to the exhausting today of the strength poured into just this
My testimony clearly stated as I turn and shrug to thy our own hearts....





This We Do (To Redefine The Distance)
4-9-18

This we do unto you
No such kill out of her as did our good old Blue
Numbered among those whom crossed over into the land of spirits
I believe it is true thinking about eternity passed
Even if I don't remember it in clear raging rivers and lovers' twin
To choose to both lose and win
As one to land on Mars in dreams of existing amongst twinkling stars
As if down at the cul-de-sac
I walk soon again for vision true
Inheriting the land of Jershon
Gazing up into the crescent also distinguished for their zeal
To but serve seeking out knowledge as if hidden treasures
Alma can relate in love and hate of the market in a land of my own ruin
That only seems to be in what seems to be with me
As cosigned to this weal....