caught up

Caught Up Tomorrow
3-31-18

Setback only temporary
Tomorrow it's bright and early
God have me to learn the meaning of this fellowship
In figurative performances
The world is turning all around on its own
We know to swing over trees in the hot breeze
Feeling waveless notwithstanding
They still follow the Great Spirit and smoke their pipes
According to tradition of which I've never come to understand
Surely there has not been a servant in the clouds today almost invisible
As free and indivisible
Taking advantage of being a great poet
Not of conceit but in love of what I do
In first century cosmology and ciricullum of care and compassion
O, so be as it may and meet me there so we can sing together
Warming my own tail by His fire that rages,,,,





Loving Her Texture
3-31-18

In a world of technology in my own opinion
I would rather have a book in my hands to feel its texture
For pleasure on Mount Joy admitting that we don't know what it means
For free ham and potatoes and togetherness
O, what is it as to read of moments past
O, is it above the earth to make so our rebirth for the third time
But still a Christian in filthy rags
How far will you go as I seek yours
For corner cigarette stores caught up in modes
For a man at the wheel waves as rehearsed in our own ears
For the faith that conquers all fears
Tomorrow is a big day
Receiving everlasting life
At least I'm not under the gun or under the knife
As if we die to ourselves in no such strife
O, light my way so screams Bono
And I hear it soon as waning is the moon.....






On Leviticus 6:10
3-31-18

He's got them beat
Far out and way neat take your seat
And forget about what you think you know of Apostles' feet
Poured out according to all prayers
Blessed art thou to make the scene
On account of remarkable visions
And yet vacillations and indecisions
For razor blade incisions
Authority in assistance
Helping me to get in there
O, holy smoke I still breathe you
In supposing of the opportunity to tell them about Jesus
And a basketfull of chocolates and bible verses
Take it slow for there's something we want you to know
As to but grow as papers rustle
Glad that my parents are still alive
Of no such breech projectile in its insertion
No longer quite as insolent as warranted
Covering our arse
Pardon the censorship
For fable and farce....