slaughter

Prepare Slaughter
10-3-18

Hearing the credo being recited
Trying to put on the brakes of a pen gone with it in Claurel
As if I were a child hoping that Jesus is more than just merchandise
Howl, O gate and cry, O city
None shall be alone in ones appointed times as scavenged and scattered
In a special place where it mattered
As it's all Scripture to me of formulae
Printed with eternal truth
What more to that of fire and a clash of thunder
As lips clad to spoil and plunder as the robbing of earth and heaven
O, cold are these eyes soon time to take my dip
And get clean again and pray for a better grip on my inexpensive pen
Wherefore hearken to those whom escaped the lion's den
As to prepare slaughter....






Get Thee Hence
10-3-18

Who shall disannul right on target
No more alcohol roots down in the hot clay
Instead give ones pretense O, Redeemer only delight rare and precious
I tell you once and thrice again
Looking for the forsaken for all professions and gods and fools
It all comes back to you not exactly what I planned
As apostolic history explains as to foretell ones own outcome
And write until my hand goes numb
As will had been loosed arranged attractively
As have been bound
Assuredly I tell you what you already know
As to stretch a black snake
Call it Nhat Hanh in its best seasoning
All for logic and reasoning....







Swain Song
10-3-18

As commanded
As commended as I investigate the purpose behind all propaganda
Come the foreview of such an outcome
But it makes more sense to remain in the present tense
Gone the thought this was the Joker
O, Malarkey break out your potter all for Petra as in Malachi pay your ten percent
Or whatever is on your heart creating more vulnerability in these letters I write to you
In whom I am well pleased
I can do this as to restore all things
And keep reading their book even if I've broken away from their assembly
As to kill thy root with famine
I can do this
Filling up on tuna and salmon
O, pillar by night
Our King stand up and sing for our Deliverer
Our all.....






Deflect And Reflect
10-3-18

New day
Praise the Lord
Hallelujah stuck out in the cloudbursts on the go sometime soon
I don't know much about the moon accepting the containment
Graciously getting my own game in tune on State Capital grounds strange sounds
Of the baying of hounds
Of all the world in its Latter Days as to save ourselves
With all our dead
Some say it's too late when it all comes to this
Pillar by night, O King stand up and sing whom for a blessing
We call all for Curtus Green
O, you know what I mean
String bean burst like a drum over the children of men
Long gone now along with my pen and the heavens have opened their portals
And soon I'm out for another
O, deflect and reflect....