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Honest Wage
4-17-18

For indeed man swear by the greater
And you can call me J.J. Creator
For an immutability and no longer a hated rack in Winesburg Ohio
I pray for a fallen sister in that we do minister in intercession
When you get to the top to find it's lonely up there
Determining to show more abundantly the work yet to be done as Anderson dies
The same year Dylan is born and we act as if we will live forever
And take our first steps through the never
For the confirmed bachelor and Irene's deep and dank cellar
As kings rule and the doer toil to the full assurance of hope
As I'm yet to inherit the assembly
We must make some of our own
I like it here, don't you?





Our Light (Not To Be Hidden)
4-17-18

Emancipation day has come and gone
But who really is free now really as ahead
As assures and Eli immures
As to to speak one must swallow their peanut butter
Plodding back into the poet's chair
And no such big city meet
For the new covenant saying we need make promises of our own
The Lord has sworn and will not relent
Now beyond all contradiction we ought to report
And go to where we are sent
Having neither beginning of days or end of life
O, it's a fine town ahead in the fever where His fire burns inside of me
Where priests serve as shadows still alight
Like a candle we cannot hide in a bushel
As a Priest after the order of Melchizedek
And it is my desire to learn about it....






Indissoluble
4-17-18

Indissoluble
I need it more than ever now
Looking at my watch for the seventeenth time
As the day is yet to begin indissoluble
The life he testifies of truth and no more lies as appointing the son
I need it more than ever now
Seated at the right hand of this majesty
I need all the love in the heart of this new identity to the uttermost
I fix my hair before I step out into a world of wonder
O, why do you manifest from the least of them to the greatest
For the awakening of the whisperings from those walls
The city on a hill shines her light
As to mediate a superior covenant
And to get back home to taste of the wheat
And have my poetry seat in the source of weal and wonder
Why do you marvel?
Indissoluble





Is It Real?
4-17-18

If I'm able to give it all up and follow Him
All will be well
Tall order and big shoes to fill
I'm ready now to receive atonement behind the second veil
Holiest of all
O, hear me when I call
In eight covenants our summary for conditions of a man
And his life falling from innocence in the reality of His promises
Seven stars in His left hand
Soon in need for new tablets
O, such madness
Take it while you can as Aaron's rod hath budded
As to shine on this land
Get back to it while you can
Let us nourish the tree with great care and leave the fallen fruit to the poor
And to the stranger as I smell and savor and assuage all such doubt
For the first time we can see it clearly
O, then is not this real?