Wednesday, July 10, 2019

sheaf

Our Sheaf Revisited Again
6-15-19

As so I salivate over tomorrow's coffee
I love you so for the commotion over us on another uneventful Saturday
Before ones eyes to turn again to captivity among residents of New Bedford
For our next prez our soul escapes like a bird out of the snare of fowlers
Blessed be the Lord of hosts for sheaf, bindle, cluster and collection
As written in the North Star
O, show your scar as of now back in uniform
In hopes for tomorrow's worship service
at the wheel of my underrated car for injustices of Jim Crow
And another sheaf as this one here and now.....






On Psalm 125:6
6-15-19

In spite of what is said as to bask at Amomert's notice
Trapped in high security show the madman to the door
And that's life as we can come to know it proverbial business
Hours are rolled under the carpet today and tomorrow life is no such one hundred yard dash
As agents behold all vehicles of service in the tainted aid
O, to fly away home where the Way is up to you and me
Trying to forget about my wristwatch for the time being
And just think about today bearing precious seed doubtless
Come again with rejoicing.....





Quoting Elisha
6-15-19

Measure of fine flour sold for a few shekels more
All for lower gas prices in town
So are children of their youth falling our of the sky
Singing, O my
As she would fess up to it still searching next Friday
More food in store out to be a read bent like drywood of bywords
On our singles' scene she's the one for our measure of fine flour
Coming to the uttermost part in portions known as gate keepers for memories of me
O, hear ye the Lord today as they linger in the twilight
Be up early tomorrow for these devotions
Hear ye the Word....





Month Six
6-15-19

Month six no new tricks
Not so savvy still searching for the sentimental
As to just hop back hastily making due greeting all gatekeepers all for Slalom seditious
Of twists and turns on hinges of hallucination
Knowing the stamps our coffee mug for future provisions and male egos eager
To yet enlighten still searching for my Jesus and the Comforter tomorrow
A new meetingplace to get out and make it back in
Like antlers on top in octagon signs green
This read get going more than enough....






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