Cordovan (Been Here Before)
5-16-18
I think the gurus are learned
New but that to kill made judge and jury
Given the what still in need of the how
According to His will
Under the leaves of the mango as one to learn
To speak a newfangled tongue of power and glory
Be prepared refusing to retire again
Given the launching bad of good and bad, the best I've ever had
Praying for understanding before I get back in their book
Ours more for wide spread worship of Dee recovering Pagan festivals
As part of the plan just as well in Lacides not knowing what I mean by this
Followed by our own personal regimen of portions
Dressed in white linen clad in cordovan boots.....
We Want Action
5-16-18
Into the light soon we plunge
And dive right in returning from Spain
Our longing for here is almost sin of metallic color
The bronze doth he win
Taking something for the pain every hour on the hour
Feeling like a king that has lost his crown
Back in medical school but not as a man of renown
Eating cloves one at a time
For cracks in the windows of our fractured love
With a certain disdain for fashion all for the faith
In the extra added ration caught in my own dream of such a pavilion
and Lehi flees to the other camp
As I say a prayer for Mother sitting by her lamp
Of which initiates the grass as damp and we want action.....
On Job 3:17
5-16-18
Called in only for ceaseless chaces
As to begin to disappear for want of seeing familiar faces
For another ten minute siesta while sitting upright
It's good to take a look around and enjoy what's right here and now
All for our hellion mischievious and unruly
I take out the garbage again
O, why died I not in the womb
And so it is whispered, "Sorry that you feel that way"
And I take this to the tomb back to our own Parish Cafe
As to walk the line knowing you can't fight it
In Jerusalem de saint-Amor redeeming what we once was
To those with a thirsty nose
Why did not the knees prevent me
For the theme of the wicked ceasing from their trouble.....
For The Cause Of Masks
5-16-18
On another holiday of obligation
All for the old slave quarter bringing these words with me into the world
Greeting Daconte opening another cinema for the cause of masks
And wardrobes of action and social engagement
All for the preliminary in wildlife
And someday I kiss the world goodbye for the coachman braved
At our drunken Pentecost privileged feeling betrayed
I didn't mean to bring it up but I felt it needed to be addressed
Hearing not the voice of the oppressors by devotion and submissive tenderness
On thousands of accounts of cheating on my lovers
As God sets a mark on Cain only after rank for sleepy provincial candidates
Where secrets are common....
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