Cush

From Elan And Cush
9-24-18

In times when I was fearless
An outcast among the peerless
Carefully pictorial and appropriately deliberate
In longer intervals of hosting lucidity
As to recover our remnant of rudimentary rhymes of reason
From Elan and from Cush to restore the book of the mouth as Elam and lust
Shaking ones hand over the river for another message to decode and purport to deliver
By another thought in Hudson's mouth shifting with the seven streams as so we say
If only we had a little bit more we would be happy
As the type of destruction of the second coming and reconstruction
Of Lincoln and his drunken breeze of this message
And to live up to it.....






East And West
9-24-18

The sun for shelter with a promise of another clear blue sky
Where it is good to be loved in spite of not feeling worthy
Flinching not from bold action all for sensation of satisfaction
As I suppose I am guilty
As rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft
Yes. I've been there and done that
Going over dryshod as a stranger in this town
In the days when I was fearless
Isolated and peerless as Giles had urged
For all dross purged as seven years wasn't so long afterall
Clinging to the sling wood all for blackness without criticism of judgment
Awake and alive again and still on as country kicks at kickoff
And Jehovah is my strength and my song as to become salvation
And to become the real me.....