fifty

I Reach Fifty When I Count To Ten
1-16-19

As to be reaching fifty while counting to ten
O, such a sweet abberation as to pound the cement
As Far East is come upon these fond corners
Hello, Who's speaking as so the morning has come upon those in transition
Back to that old parking meter reading James and Peter
O, go fetch a pail and soon set sail
Knowing God's love will never fail
As to fix the rude awakening for another day of it
For our love of hope and diameters dangerous
Quarters it declares red and black mares....





Feed Me Trash
1-16-19

As to see dew
All for the me of the new
Men before their idols among dead carcasses
Self making fat chances if and when I find it as the King shall mourn
And God looks down on Him in derision as we meander in the moisture as abruptly
Concluded living for more than emotion  alone as to turn to stone
I will turn also from them as to declare "Surf's up"
As to manufacture miracle potions in my Rolidex
Vainly we yet vex....






In Tillers True And Blue (In Black)
1-15-19

True new blue
I would if I were you
But I'm just me for the eternal glory
Of heretical teaching in a sense as I ante up knowing only gnosticism
O, mourn Barabus as to know not peace till I'm fast asleep
Slow to awaken in Ledwith and Tiller
To those in search of understanding
As new blood joins this earth remembering Brother Albert
And wondering if he's alive and well
Back in Colosee one hundred miles east of Ephesus
We can work it out as to shine through what I shown
He's well known without a doubt.....