Pourquo

Pourquo Pas
3-29-18

Years later in my personal Indiana
Let me down in a basket along the cinders
As it is written flesh hinders
Amongst trusted representatives and no additives
Enriched for all liberality as to be enancipated
In coming to America
Let such a man consider this in letters weighty and powerful
To see beyond this life as I know it today
And grow it by the gulf and its bay
For everyday glory and speech contemptible
Just one spark of decadence
I was naked and you clothed me
O, rise from the ashes our bent course
Mild to humble oneself as a child
We're the ones that need to shout and draw the line
In trying times back in McKeeport
Leading me to realize it in a dream of why-not's
Amongst Pourquo Pas....






On Second Corinthians 9:8
3-29-18

Do you want freedom
O, take up these chains of restraints
A great day more than you might believe
As so the Spirit we quench and grieve come defense of apostolic authority
You're all invited two and a half hours from me
Where culture is a blessing to those contemplating baptism anew
Turn and turning again
Comparisons not always wise
As to rise in open hands as mirth is our song
To stand up and sing
Seemingly unlimited
Look again
You with it ironically
The time is now again
As betrothed but yet carnal
Pledge this pen and be delivered from the lion's den
As He was dispersed abroad and has given to the poor
Like music to the dull of hearing
They accept my gift because of the exceeding grace
In you on the river Chebar
In all sufficiency.....





Paul Was A Son Of A Gun
3-29-18

From white sands
We scoop it with a plastic shovel for the road ahead
Appraisingly is that it?
O, how I was surprised for something I always wanted
Repairing its breakage
Nothing can stop s now
As the three cord strand is not easily broken
When there He is in the midst of us
For bodily presence weak
But in Spirit O, Almighty
And the sun comes out for but a moment
Upon the line of his righteousness that endures
And talk of the peaceable kingdom
Admiring you when you arrive
Tide against the tower and no such pride in the power
Casting down arguments all for a new Mayflower
O, that you would bear with me a little folly
He who glories let him glory in the Lord....






Glad To Have My Life Back
3-30-18

By the angel on the fly for a clearing sky
Don't ask why
Just soak it in like your main philomath
And a more elaborate path in a Vermont prep more specific
Time to turn it over to the post
More dreams of perdition in my precarious position
Given another suitable mission still arriving, the rogue
Feeling a slow lukewarm grimace
The position is on again for the Spirit of prophesy
Saving two kings' flocks
As if in soil full of roots and rocks
Refurbishing the overlook
Reading another good book
I certainly was in the right back into the land of Ishmael
To see new things and in dreams order chicken wings
With the numbers we have selected
God be king to me today after all were only ordinary....