Sabayon

Sabayon
5-14-18

Greeting Conan Doyle in the afterworld
Returning to the dust
Why be molded to their ways when you can be yourself
Raised to dwell with God whom hath redeemed them
Filling up ones ditches seeming not after riches
Causing that there should be timbrels only seconds away
In Paheran filling the judgement seat
And I finally got my Jesus shoes with Velcro
And surely I meet you in Plymouth round about every city
You'll need get along like the rest of us
Breaking the bands of death
As I let the name stand as to be a frame of pickets
And to scribble my name on your tickets
Where Sabeans fall and I hear on out finding another
To say a prayer for Mother
As change keeps us together.....





Zabaglione
5-14-18

For heads of earth round about
A man is never satisfied with gold
As to greatly multiply ones sorrow
Sometimes too hot and other times too cold
Loving it just the way it is
For the fire yet to fall from heaven
Beaten well and thick again as to feel my own love burning
Served hot and cold upon our Sabbath
Sabeans fall upon us remembering Miglory as Milady
Approaching night the walls of the city
I hear Paris calling while we were yet but searching
Fire has fallen upon us
To bring warmth and peace
And only I escape to tell you
By Chaldeans in three bands as the scholar finally understands
As armies go forth unto the east and again there is a day....




On Genesis 3:7
5-14-18

To their pleasure in our strength
We wait for another resurrection within ourselves
For breadth, length and length
And behold there comes a great wind
And God knows I have sinned
Then Job arose and rent his mantle
And shaved his head to stay out of red
As strong and high we are naked
Came I out of the womb charging him not foolishly
Even to the borders as the seashore by pickets strong and high
Summer's almost here my on my
Come no reply possessing the land westward
Going down the same old track
Heart beating like a drum
And again there is a day where Job arose
And Jesus knows all for the second dispensation of conscience....






Yea, Skin For Skin
5-14-18

Of clouded rues upon shrouded shoes
Going safrophytic of solitary nodding flowers
And words lost on the wind yet perishing
Nourishment dead and decaying
Swinging on our Gherkin skin for skin
Yea, all that a man hath will he give for his soul
Because ye have done this I have your back bone for bone
May, do I still
We hold fast our integrity invisible
And buried in the mud
I take another risk for instant gratification
He wants to know why
All for moral responsibility
O, my bad agency nothing less than universal
Sinful traces of our beauty under the Holy Spirit's commentary for covenants Adamic
Desirable to make one wise in furze
Bush all for truth and lies......