Meonenim

Meonenim
1-15-20

Almost beyond all imagining
Yea, so tarry awhile to count our sheep
And to number om mine in Rafi changing poetry
More where that came from
Sonny hungry for the banjo of victory daydreaming in Zerus
The ruler of the city
I believe my ship has come in
O, refreshing fountain
Gaol goes out
O, take shelter down our suspicions
Highway as trees choose a king
As to go two Shebus staying hungry
Dining at our terebinth
To look in his face minding Meonenim
Meandering meanwhile.....





Shechemite
1-15-20

As fire comes out of the bramble
Still we gamble and here he is
Where the necklace is my cross to bear today
To keep me safe in geniologies of Odyssus and Beaver's come what may
In mayhem, madness and sensuality
Skillful yet monotonous tucked away on a shelf
Where some still linger as I bask in the silence of stillness
At two dreary of day for sublime beasts in the stories and still to attempt
The rule of thumb and cast away my breadcrumb for Sumerians in our Bashan
Peninsula in fundamental hopes....






On Baked Clay
1-15-20

As many fall wounded
I have a friend in Jesus
Up to mount Zalmon on baked clay tablet it is written
Among modern audiences in stories that soothe the soul
As perishing becomes greater still
And yea, I will
O, we're in for crabs
Speaking out of what it's all about
All for inter constraints and intensity
I never get tired of this
Where hunger is your mouth still breaking every rule
In the book as the works and its look
Sinking from love weight of the load by the lessons of Atlantis
Where we come around to finding it....