Cuirass

Cuirass (Rock Me)
5-9-18

Of souls four hundred and sixty
So it is written as to depart again into the wild and tamed east
As to be invited to another feast
Yea, I made it at least
Building me up with loving care
A little ways up from the shack
And those who wanted me to quit
Only make me want to do it more
All in God's good timing and planning
So it goes on for those two stones upon shoulders of ones ephod
For brooch and clasp insatiable this longing
God help me bridle it just one more hour
"You ought to know by now", says the devil
By ruby and topaz and carbuncle
Our Simon and Garfunkel
God help me to tame it as still you rock me
And won't let me stop for corslet and cuirass
And rings of brass....





Seven Gerahs
5-9-18

For our beryl, onyx and jasper and Springhill mine disaster
And according to the orange crush drunkard
I still pull off the impossible
Where life is not the abundance of things
But the love planted like a mustard seed in a heart of faith
In thr hole of our habergeon returning to Parth Galen as a result of our rupture
God help me to forget about it for awhile and eventually obliterate it
Altogether a tall order but a good thing to request by the girdle of needlework
That will be today's topic but of captivity epochal and disreputive
As to consecrate in no man's land as afternoon was slowly fading
In a place where dishes could wait and we're not going to starve
In killing the bullock before the door...






Cassia (Justify)
5-9-18

O, will you work with me this month
Intending solely just to get it done
In need of some guidance
I was much too young to fret over my tomorrow
For lamps to trim and dress purely in the sequence
Making it hard to find where someone awaits
Can't you see one half a shekel of him and deal our skin to steal by our nee
To introduce and get in on their juice tasting Karo syrup at the break of day
O, foolish Greeks who made you say so
O, tell us what you see as empires turn back to sand
By cassia and quill certainly he fled and we need to talk some more
And I've got ten dollars to contribute
For calamus, our hollow
Doing what we can
O, journal justify.....






Newborn Roundstick
5-9-18

To what end in all of this
Where we still like to say that ignorance is bliss
As to christen another black pen and my heart is yearning and I won't give in
So I say an extra added prayer to make it today
Greeting Gimli going grotesque loving Legolias by laughter to but lather
O, pulp of pops get tickets to the theater of the gods
Most of us take green for granted as well as blue and red
Wake up and fight as flavoring for fruition southward to strive with Entwash
Eli crieth and the past is back to greet me
In the here now and today in places where I learn more than just the golden rule
In dreams of going back to school
In this abrupt change of season....