Go Ye (Get You Straw)
6-17-17
Taskmasters set over those that make brick from straw
From the call of the wild
This meat will not be served raw
Let it out and let it go
Let us go, we pray thee Israel is my firstborn
Are you thinking of me
Go return into Egypt for birds and bees
For heroes along stormy seas
This park of roses desire tears the heart in two
All men are dead that seek my life
So I'll go there and see something of significance
Visit the Walasi-yi
And go there to be set free
And a cloud of words we shall see
Shall we go there again....
Thursday, December 7, 2017
360
Another Three-Sixty
6-17-17
Scribbled out power of new notes
Second time around
Beginning again to such nostalgic sound of my own coffee ground
I get higher and lower frequent flyer and leaf blower
And I'm going to do just what I want to
Sol, soul bring forth your sunflower
And separate the seeds
Changing plans for another three-sixty
Entitled "Treasure Found"
The second time around
Meeting his seven daughters
Somewhere in history
A great mystery
Filling my sugar troughs
For all day caffeinated pursuits....
Equerry
6-17-17
But behold
They will not believe thee
Moses comes to town with rod in hand
Hoping they would understand
What is that you have a hold of
And caught a cold of
To speak out and be bold
Of anytime when you're down
I lend you my crown
That I cannot wear without a cross
Your gain, mine no such loss
I am that I am sent me
He won't let your people go
Cast it on the ground
To be given favor in the sight of Egyptians
O, keep the flock well
For we have wool to buy and sell....
On Exodus 5:17
6-17-17
Late start after the daytrip
I've seen much
So let's stay in touch
Ye are idle as to go and sacrifice
With a pen that doesn't flow so smoothly
But I make it work for you
And I'm coming out from the underworld
Whereunto this might flourish
Returning with healthy viands to but nourish
Ye should not go home empty
Looking upon his children
As if to say they have been well behaved
To climb the stairs of change
To meet the officer of households
Royal-Go-Make brick
The fault is upon your own people
On another literary adventure
Behold I slay the son
For change...
6-17-17
Scribbled out power of new notes
Second time around
Beginning again to such nostalgic sound of my own coffee ground
I get higher and lower frequent flyer and leaf blower
And I'm going to do just what I want to
Sol, soul bring forth your sunflower
And separate the seeds
Changing plans for another three-sixty
Entitled "Treasure Found"
The second time around
Meeting his seven daughters
Somewhere in history
A great mystery
Filling my sugar troughs
For all day caffeinated pursuits....
Equerry
6-17-17
But behold
They will not believe thee
Moses comes to town with rod in hand
Hoping they would understand
What is that you have a hold of
And caught a cold of
To speak out and be bold
Of anytime when you're down
I lend you my crown
That I cannot wear without a cross
Your gain, mine no such loss
I am that I am sent me
He won't let your people go
Cast it on the ground
To be given favor in the sight of Egyptians
O, keep the flock well
For we have wool to buy and sell....
On Exodus 5:17
6-17-17
Late start after the daytrip
I've seen much
So let's stay in touch
Ye are idle as to go and sacrifice
With a pen that doesn't flow so smoothly
But I make it work for you
And I'm coming out from the underworld
Whereunto this might flourish
Returning with healthy viands to but nourish
Ye should not go home empty
Looking upon his children
As if to say they have been well behaved
To climb the stairs of change
To meet the officer of households
Royal-Go-Make brick
The fault is upon your own people
On another literary adventure
Behold I slay the son
For change...
hartshorn
Hartshorn
6-2-15
For the antler and the hartshorn
As an ox treading out of the corn
O, bless God the day I was born
Used as a source of amonia in smelling salts
To be abased where oneself the dandy yet exalts
Home and okay I was happier to be last night
After being drenched in a storm passing over with my encomium
And tribute I pay to my hero
O, backsliding camel
You still are and shall come from out of the land of the north
For our goodly heritage of the lost of mansions....
Return
6-2-15
Many waters cannot quench love
As the Bride speaks to Solomon
From within and above
To hear the sound of light
And take the challenge to live on earth with happiness and strife
Baby's waiting there for you like his treasure
O, listen to the water and give to the sound of life
For Penelope
For Danadans
For Alteri
And the Aster composite
For you and I
For everyone there will come an answer
A voice is heard upon high places
With weeping and supplication of the children
O, return ye backsliding
You can always get back in there...
Return (Part 2)
6-2-15
For thralldom in my captivity
In bondage according to ones nativity come servitude
We can talk about it and come and reason
Where the house's beauty is in season to waylay
To lie in wait
With so much more to say
And no more to hate
For whitecaps by the crest and foam
A beachcomber as one who scavenges for the wayfinder and her summoner
We are called together to convene
We are perfect just the way that we are
As a slave and serf and no need to claim our turf
Return....
6-2-15
For the antler and the hartshorn
As an ox treading out of the corn
O, bless God the day I was born
Used as a source of amonia in smelling salts
To be abased where oneself the dandy yet exalts
Home and okay I was happier to be last night
After being drenched in a storm passing over with my encomium
And tribute I pay to my hero
O, backsliding camel
You still are and shall come from out of the land of the north
For our goodly heritage of the lost of mansions....
Return
6-2-15
Many waters cannot quench love
As the Bride speaks to Solomon
From within and above
To hear the sound of light
And take the challenge to live on earth with happiness and strife
Baby's waiting there for you like his treasure
O, listen to the water and give to the sound of life
For Penelope
For Danadans
For Alteri
And the Aster composite
For you and I
For everyone there will come an answer
A voice is heard upon high places
With weeping and supplication of the children
O, return ye backsliding
You can always get back in there...
Return (Part 2)
6-2-15
For thralldom in my captivity
In bondage according to ones nativity come servitude
We can talk about it and come and reason
Where the house's beauty is in season to waylay
To lie in wait
With so much more to say
And no more to hate
For whitecaps by the crest and foam
A beachcomber as one who scavenges for the wayfinder and her summoner
We are called together to convene
We are perfect just the way that we are
As a slave and serf and no need to claim our turf
Return....
nostrum
Nostrum
6-2-15
Go and proclaim
Know His Word and name
Take it slow and play the game
Don't try to force it
Still in love with madness and its sore religion
Where crazy is a good thing with sadness
Return, O backsliders that float from mountains on hand gliders
Need that morning fix
Four, five, six
According to my mixology
I try two flavors together and simplify
Talk about the weather
Starting with a fresh bath
Another nostrum
A second quack remedy
But all will be well
Go and proclaim...
Oldmixen
6-2-15
Looking for Oldmixen
To befriend my seductive vixen
Coxcomb congested and shamefully entreated
For opiates and sedatives at the chime of five
The path so leads to all the darkness in the north
And I am ready today to bring my true self forth
Given pastors to feed us with knowledge and understanding
No longer uncouth and now that I've turned forty-two
I know not if I can as to be beyond my youth
For opiate and her synthetic derivatives
Beauty is overrated
In that I love you just the way that you are....
Arras
6-2-15
Hanging another arras
Meeting up with my Taurus
Where labile emotions in rings want to spar us
Nauseated and squeamish
I write to the heart of matters
On beautiful cacophany O, purple haze
O, madness I come to listen to your song again
Making happy mother virgin pen
Given this morning my basic essentials
I'm ready to go with no extra added needed credentials
I don't need to know
Hanging another arras of Flemish origin
With morning dew on my big toe...
6-2-15
Go and proclaim
Know His Word and name
Take it slow and play the game
Don't try to force it
Still in love with madness and its sore religion
Where crazy is a good thing with sadness
Return, O backsliders that float from mountains on hand gliders
Need that morning fix
Four, five, six
According to my mixology
I try two flavors together and simplify
Talk about the weather
Starting with a fresh bath
Another nostrum
A second quack remedy
But all will be well
Go and proclaim...
Oldmixen
6-2-15
Looking for Oldmixen
To befriend my seductive vixen
Coxcomb congested and shamefully entreated
For opiates and sedatives at the chime of five
The path so leads to all the darkness in the north
And I am ready today to bring my true self forth
Given pastors to feed us with knowledge and understanding
No longer uncouth and now that I've turned forty-two
I know not if I can as to be beyond my youth
For opiate and her synthetic derivatives
Beauty is overrated
In that I love you just the way that you are....
Arras
6-2-15
Hanging another arras
Meeting up with my Taurus
Where labile emotions in rings want to spar us
Nauseated and squeamish
I write to the heart of matters
On beautiful cacophany O, purple haze
O, madness I come to listen to your song again
Making happy mother virgin pen
Given this morning my basic essentials
I'm ready to go with no extra added needed credentials
I don't need to know
Hanging another arras of Flemish origin
With morning dew on my big toe...
stand fast
Spelt Stand Fast
6-1-15
I have been a stranger in a strange land
I have no means this morning to come to an understanding
Got only three hours of sleep
Things get out of hand
Seven nations mightier than thou
All I need to talk about is right now
Falling back in love with madness
Wanting something even if it means my sadness
By the bricks and their quota and tale
Covet not what belongs to your neighbor
By the flax and barley stalks
And I am a sitting and a lucky duck
As the wheat and spelt stand fast
Let us make the morning last
I turn Purple....
Plagues
6-2-15
Water, frogs and lice
I have been naughty and nice
Flies, murrain and boils
The man up too early yet toils
Hail, locusts and darkness
I have my coughing fit and the river of green sliding unseen
And my snake recoils making for the sea
Making for me a fresh batch
The land of Goshen set abaft and safe and sound
Forty chapters of the hard stuff
I am in dire need of something more...
It's Too Early
6-2-15
Companions listen for my voice
A four hundred thirty year sojourn
Praying for my cough to subside
The firstborn consecrated
I pray for all to amend
For the two sons of Zipporah
I get an early start
Believing that God has a reason
By the bitter waters of Marah made sweet
When a tree is not in me
And I can almost thank Him
That no one is without sin
Time to go back to sleep
At least for another two hours
It's too early...
i wrote these poems minutes after midnight. got up too early.
6-1-15
I have been a stranger in a strange land
I have no means this morning to come to an understanding
Got only three hours of sleep
Things get out of hand
Seven nations mightier than thou
All I need to talk about is right now
Falling back in love with madness
Wanting something even if it means my sadness
By the bricks and their quota and tale
Covet not what belongs to your neighbor
By the flax and barley stalks
And I am a sitting and a lucky duck
As the wheat and spelt stand fast
Let us make the morning last
I turn Purple....
Plagues
6-2-15
Water, frogs and lice
I have been naughty and nice
Flies, murrain and boils
The man up too early yet toils
Hail, locusts and darkness
I have my coughing fit and the river of green sliding unseen
And my snake recoils making for the sea
Making for me a fresh batch
The land of Goshen set abaft and safe and sound
Forty chapters of the hard stuff
I am in dire need of something more...
It's Too Early
6-2-15
Companions listen for my voice
A four hundred thirty year sojourn
Praying for my cough to subside
The firstborn consecrated
I pray for all to amend
For the two sons of Zipporah
I get an early start
Believing that God has a reason
By the bitter waters of Marah made sweet
When a tree is not in me
And I can almost thank Him
That no one is without sin
Time to go back to sleep
At least for another two hours
It's too early...
i wrote these poems minutes after midnight. got up too early.
molasses
Molasses
6-2-15
He is called Moses
Because she drew him out of the water
As we confront thorns of roses
And esteem the Pharaoh's daughter
Prairie wind blowing through my head
It seems that everything has been done and said
For Raamses and Pithom
For Shiphrah and Puah
Theses are my main morning essentials
I have been a stranger in a strange land
My religion is my profession
I have always been a bible scholar
Even in not going to classes
I wake up and am dying
Stuck in molasses...
6-2-15
He is called Moses
Because she drew him out of the water
As we confront thorns of roses
And esteem the Pharaoh's daughter
Prairie wind blowing through my head
It seems that everything has been done and said
For Raamses and Pithom
For Shiphrah and Puah
Theses are my main morning essentials
I have been a stranger in a strange land
My religion is my profession
I have always been a bible scholar
Even in not going to classes
I wake up and am dying
Stuck in molasses...
separate
Be Ye Separate
6-1-15
Day nine hundred in February of twenty thirteen
Bury me out one prarie
Where I find just what my purple can mean
Staring out again in the mirror to profess
I have much plans that I have time for with Hosea and Gomer
Known as a strange couple
And my past tense ashtray
Seven inches in diameter as part of me
Is a nonsmoker already
O, be ye separate
I am shown the courage
That I don't yet understand
For Purple
Look for the formula
To determine the circumfrance....
Gershom (Born To The Purple)
6-1-15
Cigarette lighter three inches in length
The smoke is not judged today by its strength
Ambition can make one pretty ugly
O, what can this mean
But to give me something to do
Another study on Hosea
A lesson in adultery
Jesus gets jealous for treasure and supplies
Cities and Hebrew misnomer
If I stay home I will save fifty dollars
A bush burned but not consumed
A people greater and taller than you are
And the son of Gershom
Born to the Purple
She wears it well
Level at the cross
We toll the bell
God bless the grass and trees
In this torrential rain...
6-1-15
Day nine hundred in February of twenty thirteen
Bury me out one prarie
Where I find just what my purple can mean
Staring out again in the mirror to profess
I have much plans that I have time for with Hosea and Gomer
Known as a strange couple
And my past tense ashtray
Seven inches in diameter as part of me
Is a nonsmoker already
O, be ye separate
I am shown the courage
That I don't yet understand
For Purple
Look for the formula
To determine the circumfrance....
Gershom (Born To The Purple)
6-1-15
Cigarette lighter three inches in length
The smoke is not judged today by its strength
Ambition can make one pretty ugly
O, what can this mean
But to give me something to do
Another study on Hosea
A lesson in adultery
Jesus gets jealous for treasure and supplies
Cities and Hebrew misnomer
If I stay home I will save fifty dollars
A bush burned but not consumed
A people greater and taller than you are
And the son of Gershom
Born to the Purple
She wears it well
Level at the cross
We toll the bell
God bless the grass and trees
In this torrential rain...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)