On Titus
8-20-14
Having been justified by his grace
That we should become as heirs
In a better place
Where this is not a racy race
This is a faithful saying
By those things I affirm
These things are good and profitable
To but confirm
Having been justified by his blood
I ponder on in the chewing of my cud
Skirting around strivings about the law
It's what you do
In taking your steak raw
Having been justified
We stand fast....
Apollos Watered
8-20-14
O, I have planted
And Apollos has watered
O, Christ gives the increase
And the people hath slaughtered
As I decide to spend my summer here
In captivity
Sending Zenas on his journey
So that we will have lack of nothing
To but meet their urgent needs
That they may not be unfruitful
O, greet all of those that love us in the faith
And may grace be unto you
Amen
O, by the power of this pen
We will do it all again.....
My Blue Transition
8-20-14
*** I switch off and on from the black pen to the blue...
All my life I have searched for this
Changing over to my blue pen
Content with well being
And to cease the chase for bliss
Have courage
It is a manifestation I won't need to miss
According to the epistle to Philemon
And its love exemplified
And his intercession
For Onesimus
Upon a path narrow
Yet in mind broad and wide
To the beloved Apphia
It's a beautiful life
If we swallow our pride
As we have great joy
And consolation in your love...
Of Conduct
8-20-14
Called to be an apostle
By the finding of our dinosaur fossil
In contrast with the illustration
By our family and its walk
And its actual state
To but stand in grace
Now I plead with you my brethren
To be here in a better place
I pour another cup of coffee
And I celebrate the smoothness
Upon my face where human wisdom divides the body
As these divisions will be our can of mace
By these beginnings upon another island
By Christia, conduct and freedom in Thailand
And this liberty that doesn't come for free
I see much of you
In what is as me...
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Mephibosheth
To Mephibosheth
8-20-14
As Beerothites have fled
We are as those that get out the lead
In the form of my ball point
With music in my head
By the nurse taking him up to Mephibosheth
Being as both alive and dead
Plowing on through Paul's epistles
In hopes to stay out of bed
Presenting my supplications
As by manna I am yet well fed
O, behold we are your flesh and bone
And be it told
That you won't need to go it alone
As Beerothites have fled
I remain standing...
Anon
8-20-14
And they will turn their ears away from the truth
And turn aside to fables
But we thank God for our power
To run through our cords and cables
O, I have fought the good fight
Even in this simplicity of serving tables
To be poured out in a drink offering
With the time of my departure yet at hand
As so laid up for me
Is this golden crown
The worst that can happen
Is that again I will lose control
At the Day of His appearing
To be diligent to come to me quickly
And anon....
Of Further Inspiration
8-20-14
For Demas has forsaken me
Having loved this present world
But as for you
You have not let me down
As such by my inspiration
And this summary
I earn my golden crown
In getting back in touch
O, grace be with you, Amen
As so this word will be my crutch
O, greet Prisca and Aquila
And say, O thank you very much
O, may it not be charged against them
I plow on into the book of Titus
With its theme of its church order
For Demas has forsaken me
But as for you
You have never let me down...
At Crete
8-20-14
According to professors muddled in their intent
So is another hundred dollars well spent
I dream of taking on these classes with vestures rent
As a bondservant of this covenant
Which is where I went
According to the elect and this acknowledgment
In hope of life eternal
And to rethink and to repent
To Titus, a true son in the common faith
In the pitching of my own tent
For this reason I left you alone in Crete
To set in order what is lacking in things to eat
To be but hospitable
In avacados and whole wheat...
Have A Drink On Me
8-20-14
By the lazy eyed metaphor on the rocks
I stay on the wagon with no facial hair
Nor long locks
As so the king and his men
Come to the Jebusites with herds and flocks
To but return again from captivity
And put on my autumn boots and socks
To be a captain and a chief
To be as a poet and therefore a thief
Where David takes more concubines
To but rejoice even in this grief
As so late this afternoon
With caffeine I shake like a leaf
By this diligent simile
In my draft jar
I am what I am...
Tall Order
8-20-14
O, speak the things which are proper for sound doctrine
O, write your composition
For your testimony
In being chaste and discreet
As a long shot down on South Queen street
As a tall order over there on Edgar Square
As a pipe dream out here on the east end
Upon God now I depend
By this sound speech
That needs not be condemned
Whom gave himself for us
In his own due season
O, speak things rather to but edify
And may Jesus be the reason....
Exhort
8-20-14
Truth brings a smile
And now I am lost again
Reality brings tears
By the workings today
Of such a black and humble pen
O, exhort and hold down the fort
O, admonish
According to the love of a higher sort
The sun makes his way out onto the scene
As this grace has appeared to all men
O, just turn it on
I'm lost again
By his own special people
Zealous for good works
O, speak these things and exhort
Letting no one despise you
Exhort...
Another Shaving Cut
8-20-14
* thank you Jesus for I have suffered....
Without blood there is no remission
I say this much to but justify another shaving cut
Where I am still in my but or my if
And but my front door securely shut
With my honey roasted peanut
I hope to stop the bleeding
In that San Francisco is leading
And football fans leave me wanting and needing
To speak evil of no one
And to invite the light
Of our taken for granted sun
These things are good and profitable to obtain
Yes, I will but run
Without blood there is no remission
O, pardon here the pun.....
8-20-14
As Beerothites have fled
We are as those that get out the lead
In the form of my ball point
With music in my head
By the nurse taking him up to Mephibosheth
Being as both alive and dead
Plowing on through Paul's epistles
In hopes to stay out of bed
Presenting my supplications
As by manna I am yet well fed
O, behold we are your flesh and bone
And be it told
That you won't need to go it alone
As Beerothites have fled
I remain standing...
Anon
8-20-14
And they will turn their ears away from the truth
And turn aside to fables
But we thank God for our power
To run through our cords and cables
O, I have fought the good fight
Even in this simplicity of serving tables
To be poured out in a drink offering
With the time of my departure yet at hand
As so laid up for me
Is this golden crown
The worst that can happen
Is that again I will lose control
At the Day of His appearing
To be diligent to come to me quickly
And anon....
Of Further Inspiration
8-20-14
For Demas has forsaken me
Having loved this present world
But as for you
You have not let me down
As such by my inspiration
And this summary
I earn my golden crown
In getting back in touch
O, grace be with you, Amen
As so this word will be my crutch
O, greet Prisca and Aquila
And say, O thank you very much
O, may it not be charged against them
I plow on into the book of Titus
With its theme of its church order
For Demas has forsaken me
But as for you
You have never let me down...
At Crete
8-20-14
According to professors muddled in their intent
So is another hundred dollars well spent
I dream of taking on these classes with vestures rent
As a bondservant of this covenant
Which is where I went
According to the elect and this acknowledgment
In hope of life eternal
And to rethink and to repent
To Titus, a true son in the common faith
In the pitching of my own tent
For this reason I left you alone in Crete
To set in order what is lacking in things to eat
To be but hospitable
In avacados and whole wheat...
Have A Drink On Me
8-20-14
By the lazy eyed metaphor on the rocks
I stay on the wagon with no facial hair
Nor long locks
As so the king and his men
Come to the Jebusites with herds and flocks
To but return again from captivity
And put on my autumn boots and socks
To be a captain and a chief
To be as a poet and therefore a thief
Where David takes more concubines
To but rejoice even in this grief
As so late this afternoon
With caffeine I shake like a leaf
By this diligent simile
In my draft jar
I am what I am...
Tall Order
8-20-14
O, speak the things which are proper for sound doctrine
O, write your composition
For your testimony
In being chaste and discreet
As a long shot down on South Queen street
As a tall order over there on Edgar Square
As a pipe dream out here on the east end
Upon God now I depend
By this sound speech
That needs not be condemned
Whom gave himself for us
In his own due season
O, speak things rather to but edify
And may Jesus be the reason....
Exhort
8-20-14
Truth brings a smile
And now I am lost again
Reality brings tears
By the workings today
Of such a black and humble pen
O, exhort and hold down the fort
O, admonish
According to the love of a higher sort
The sun makes his way out onto the scene
As this grace has appeared to all men
O, just turn it on
I'm lost again
By his own special people
Zealous for good works
O, speak these things and exhort
Letting no one despise you
Exhort...
Another Shaving Cut
8-20-14
* thank you Jesus for I have suffered....
Without blood there is no remission
I say this much to but justify another shaving cut
Where I am still in my but or my if
And but my front door securely shut
With my honey roasted peanut
I hope to stop the bleeding
In that San Francisco is leading
And football fans leave me wanting and needing
To speak evil of no one
And to invite the light
Of our taken for granted sun
These things are good and profitable to obtain
Yes, I will but run
Without blood there is no remission
O, pardon here the pun.....
Sunday, September 7, 2014
subordinate
Subordinates
8-20-14
Of my Baal and Ashteroth
Of my honest engine
In tomorrow's vegetable broth
Of when I would wax more wroth
Can't you see that I need nothing
Pertaining to my sloth
To but slay our Asehel at Gideon
Going to battle to but save our king
And all of his sheep and cattle
O, listen to the freewill of my ear muzzle
Not an ox that treads out of the corn
Where the end is near
As so the king laments
For his healing of all doubt and fear
Of my Baal and Ashteroth
I am to yet be of good cheer
In these subordinates
Of sobriety another year
Tell me what I want to hear...
My Competition
8-20-14
O, if anyone would compete in athletics
He is not crowned except that he does so by the rules
I quote this passage to say this
According to old and new schools
Where this wisdom is made for the fools
Where this light is made for the blind
Where this music is played for the deaf
As we get our clear view of stars and planets yet aligned
Consider what I say and may God give you understanding in all things
O, I ask for something hard
As so the herald angel sings
And God is faithful...
It's Cool With Me
8-20-14
Abner dies as so would a fool
I take on these passages
And with me today it is cool
As God doth reward me according to my wickedness
In that I didn't like school
And they did the same to Levi
And he was wounded
On another Tuesday afternoon
Where Beeroth is also reckoned
To he whom steals the golden chalice
In all resentment and mere malice
To yet seek my life
Where I'm given a reward for these tidings
Abner dies as so would a fool
And Rechab escapes...
8-20-14
Of my Baal and Ashteroth
Of my honest engine
In tomorrow's vegetable broth
Of when I would wax more wroth
Can't you see that I need nothing
Pertaining to my sloth
To but slay our Asehel at Gideon
Going to battle to but save our king
And all of his sheep and cattle
O, listen to the freewill of my ear muzzle
Not an ox that treads out of the corn
Where the end is near
As so the king laments
For his healing of all doubt and fear
Of my Baal and Ashteroth
I am to yet be of good cheer
In these subordinates
Of sobriety another year
Tell me what I want to hear...
My Competition
8-20-14
O, if anyone would compete in athletics
He is not crowned except that he does so by the rules
I quote this passage to say this
According to old and new schools
Where this wisdom is made for the fools
Where this light is made for the blind
Where this music is played for the deaf
As we get our clear view of stars and planets yet aligned
Consider what I say and may God give you understanding in all things
O, I ask for something hard
As so the herald angel sings
And God is faithful...
It's Cool With Me
8-20-14
Abner dies as so would a fool
I take on these passages
And with me today it is cool
As God doth reward me according to my wickedness
In that I didn't like school
And they did the same to Levi
And he was wounded
On another Tuesday afternoon
Where Beeroth is also reckoned
To he whom steals the golden chalice
In all resentment and mere malice
To yet seek my life
Where I'm given a reward for these tidings
Abner dies as so would a fool
And Rechab escapes...
Saturday, September 6, 2014
opportunity
Opportunity
8-20-14
Playing today my R.E.M. archives
For a change of heart
In declaring thou art
To make a new start
In spite of the weather chart
Having a form of godliness
But denying its power
I say things that I really don't mean
To but pass the hour
Yes, all will suffer this persecution
Finding it not strange
By this great opportunity
To but suffer
And for it yet smart
As impostures wax worse
In that I quote this verse
To but continue in the things that yet profit
Knowing from when you have learned them...
Wain
8-20-14
Wheelwrights weep
As playwrights want to get their sleep
As poets are those to delve deep
As gymnasts take their quantum leap
I know not what I say in this
Where even the best players will but miss
As wainwrights fall off the wagon
As so I get my clean shave
To but celebrate my four years of sobriety
O, why do I still go to your father's concubine for comfort
O, make a league with me
And indeed we will see
All of that which is and is not...
8-20-14
Playing today my R.E.M. archives
For a change of heart
In declaring thou art
To make a new start
In spite of the weather chart
Having a form of godliness
But denying its power
I say things that I really don't mean
To but pass the hour
Yes, all will suffer this persecution
Finding it not strange
By this great opportunity
To but suffer
And for it yet smart
As impostures wax worse
In that I quote this verse
To but continue in the things that yet profit
Knowing from when you have learned them...
Wain
8-20-14
Wheelwrights weep
As playwrights want to get their sleep
As poets are those to delve deep
As gymnasts take their quantum leap
I know not what I say in this
Where even the best players will but miss
As wainwrights fall off the wagon
As so I get my clean shave
To but celebrate my four years of sobriety
O, why do I still go to your father's concubine for comfort
O, make a league with me
And indeed we will see
All of that which is and is not...
rank
Rank
9-1-14
When you're one of the few to land on their feet
Won't you partake in the milk
To but wash down the meat
To but have compassion and deal gently
To set up your study once and twice again
On your love and hate seat
An angry chair of grain and of wheat
Humid, moist, damp and dank
According to these blessings
That today God I thank
Where the breakfast of champions
Is but nothing
That is as something
Clad in vestures rank....
*** paging back to the beginning of my 18th book of 2014...
On Second Timothy 2:14
8-20-14
** look this one up for yourself...
Striving about words to no profit
I begin my eighteenth book
For its own purpose
But to testify
It's all good here and now
That I don't need to lie
To the benefit of all that have ears to hear
Aimlessly I ramble on
In my fighting of such a fear
Where fat cats chew on licorice
And cannot climb the trees
Striving about words to no profit
Yeah, if this is all I do
Then indeed I do well...
Some Hath Strayed
8-20-14
O, some hath strayed concerning the truth
I'll take this position
And assume the missionary part
That I play in mid life
To soon follow strength of youth
But now
O, know that in the last days
So will be the works of art
As men will be lovers of themselves
Such as I torn asunder and pulled apart
As a pony before the cart
O, some hath strayed
As God knows his servants
Nevertheless the solid foundation
Still stands for which we yet smart...
My C Flat
8-20-14
O, my leftover Coca Cola stands flat
By which I choose to stay home to watch the rain
And to abide alongside my cat
As this servant must not quarrel about this or that
To but fire unto your own ranks
And step up to bat
To but cleanse himself of the latter
Of where it's at
In humility concerning those
Whom are in opposition
A scapegoat falls to climb
But still completes his mission
Having this seal
O, the good Lord knows my current condition
O, my leftover Coca Cola stands flat...
Engaged
8-20-14
Engaged in warfare
To serve as soldiers
I put on another pot of Black Silk Foldiers
As a consequence shows its difference in you and me
Of our haughty and our headstrong
And our choosing to stay home and watch the rain
In no need to go along
Engaged in warfare
Perfect, finished and complete
Yet sanctified to be as useful for my master
My actions make me beautiful
Just as I am
Engaged...
9-1-14
When you're one of the few to land on their feet
Won't you partake in the milk
To but wash down the meat
To but have compassion and deal gently
To set up your study once and twice again
On your love and hate seat
An angry chair of grain and of wheat
Humid, moist, damp and dank
According to these blessings
That today God I thank
Where the breakfast of champions
Is but nothing
That is as something
Clad in vestures rank....
*** paging back to the beginning of my 18th book of 2014...
On Second Timothy 2:14
8-20-14
** look this one up for yourself...
Striving about words to no profit
I begin my eighteenth book
For its own purpose
But to testify
It's all good here and now
That I don't need to lie
To the benefit of all that have ears to hear
Aimlessly I ramble on
In my fighting of such a fear
Where fat cats chew on licorice
And cannot climb the trees
Striving about words to no profit
Yeah, if this is all I do
Then indeed I do well...
Some Hath Strayed
8-20-14
O, some hath strayed concerning the truth
I'll take this position
And assume the missionary part
That I play in mid life
To soon follow strength of youth
But now
O, know that in the last days
So will be the works of art
As men will be lovers of themselves
Such as I torn asunder and pulled apart
As a pony before the cart
O, some hath strayed
As God knows his servants
Nevertheless the solid foundation
Still stands for which we yet smart...
My C Flat
8-20-14
O, my leftover Coca Cola stands flat
By which I choose to stay home to watch the rain
And to abide alongside my cat
As this servant must not quarrel about this or that
To but fire unto your own ranks
And step up to bat
To but cleanse himself of the latter
Of where it's at
In humility concerning those
Whom are in opposition
A scapegoat falls to climb
But still completes his mission
Having this seal
O, the good Lord knows my current condition
O, my leftover Coca Cola stands flat...
Engaged
8-20-14
Engaged in warfare
To serve as soldiers
I put on another pot of Black Silk Foldiers
As a consequence shows its difference in you and me
Of our haughty and our headstrong
And our choosing to stay home and watch the rain
In no need to go along
Engaged in warfare
Perfect, finished and complete
Yet sanctified to be as useful for my master
My actions make me beautiful
Just as I am
Engaged...
pulque
Pulque
9-1-14
* I die to but live
of milky pulque
And annotations mistaken
Fermented and made into morning juice
As a shepherd that doth seek out his flock
To let his sheep go out loose
Of milky pulque
And enunciations out of turn
We yet learn
And and twice again
Discern
In the day when he was among such sheep
I take a toke of my cigarette deep
By my agave fermented
I find a new way to describe it
In the here and now of Today....
On Ezekiel 34:11
9-1-14
*** I break my fast on nonpareils
To but sterilize and to retort
This will not be as my last resort
By such a vessel of distillation
I refrain from taking my neighbor to court
I take another swig deep
And hope that tonight I will get my sleep
By my alembic attitude
Of its avarice and authenticity
Of photo albums
In every kind and sort
They are but as snapshots
Of where I come from
Thus saith God in me
Behold it is I
Even I will both search my sheep
And seek them out...
Carafe
9-1-14
To but fill my carafe
To but in dreams kill my giraffe
In such a way that I am satisfied with these meats salted
And seasoned in the corner of my foreign field
I have this dream again
O, how long till you put an end to these words
By way of bible, tablet and pen
As the silver in my own hair
Shines in the cool September fresh air
To but fill my carafe
I pray to make my way on through....
Labor Day Clean Shave
9-1-14
*** I go clean cut again...
Once, twice and thrice again
I am smooth like a baby's butt
O, Jesus what's it all about
Beside myself I am for you
As a Jesus freak and a bible nut
This time around I am spared with a shaving cut
As my sheep wander aimlessly through the mountains
Seeking to quench a thirst unsatisfied by these temporal fountains
Neither did the shepherds seek them out
They feed themselves instead
By our famine and its drought
Upon every high hill
They but low and bleat
As if on easy street
As so I'm in for a treat...
9-1-14
* I die to but live
of milky pulque
And annotations mistaken
Fermented and made into morning juice
As a shepherd that doth seek out his flock
To let his sheep go out loose
Of milky pulque
And enunciations out of turn
We yet learn
And and twice again
Discern
In the day when he was among such sheep
I take a toke of my cigarette deep
By my agave fermented
I find a new way to describe it
In the here and now of Today....
On Ezekiel 34:11
9-1-14
*** I break my fast on nonpareils
To but sterilize and to retort
This will not be as my last resort
By such a vessel of distillation
I refrain from taking my neighbor to court
I take another swig deep
And hope that tonight I will get my sleep
By my alembic attitude
Of its avarice and authenticity
Of photo albums
In every kind and sort
They are but as snapshots
Of where I come from
Thus saith God in me
Behold it is I
Even I will both search my sheep
And seek them out...
Carafe
9-1-14
To but fill my carafe
To but in dreams kill my giraffe
In such a way that I am satisfied with these meats salted
And seasoned in the corner of my foreign field
I have this dream again
O, how long till you put an end to these words
By way of bible, tablet and pen
As the silver in my own hair
Shines in the cool September fresh air
To but fill my carafe
I pray to make my way on through....
Labor Day Clean Shave
9-1-14
*** I go clean cut again...
Once, twice and thrice again
I am smooth like a baby's butt
O, Jesus what's it all about
Beside myself I am for you
As a Jesus freak and a bible nut
This time around I am spared with a shaving cut
As my sheep wander aimlessly through the mountains
Seeking to quench a thirst unsatisfied by these temporal fountains
Neither did the shepherds seek them out
They feed themselves instead
By our famine and its drought
Upon every high hill
They but low and bleat
As if on easy street
As so I'm in for a treat...
plowing through Job
Plowing Through Job Again
9-1-14
*** he got back twice than what he lost....
The book of Job is as poetry
Like the Psalms
It is what it is
In froth, foam and fizz
I hold the blade in trembling hands
To be as the Scholar
Whom takes his pop quiz
As a man doth plead for his neighbor
Looking upon the things of others
In the drudgery of honest labor
O, will he rest in death
In that we are out of breath
The book of Job is as poetry to me
As the Spirit so is broken
I will say not
O, woe is me...
In Sackcloth
9-1-14
O, thank you Jesus
That I have been left out
O, praise you my Yaweh
That I have been excluded
Where I spend what I had made
In nothing at all
As upon my eyelids
Is the shadow of death
You have worn me out
In tales broad and tall
And as my days are but past
My evidence is on high
O, my spirit is broken
But I have not the heart to ask O why
He wonders if I'm sleeping
With my new found faith
As I hide today behind my west wall
O, thank you Savior
That I never made it with them...
Of Steely Brew
9-1-14
* here's another shit coffee rhyme
I pray that I might enter
A Monday Sabbath rest
In hopes for tomorrow to go west
To meet my brother there and to yet invest
O, Earth O cover my blood
And build my nest with no violence
In my hands according to this transition
I shall go the way of no return
And complete my mission
The music fulfills this gratitude
Under another bittersweet condition
By this hardness of my steely brew
Safe in a permanent gaze
So much I yet allow...
Scattered
9-1-14
Scattered in the Day dark and cloudy
Dispersed as seeds
Blown in the breeze rauceous and rowdy
Staring intensely
Gazing and agaze
As one to be One to solve the maze
I find my way through it
Under my skies sheathed in this haze
O, where is my hope
In a bath with Irish Spring soap
Shall we have rest together in the dust
As so today in God
I place my reverential trust
Yet scattered
Feeding them in good pasture
To appear again on closed circuit TV
To but view up close, the Master
I am scattered.....
9-1-14
*** he got back twice than what he lost....
The book of Job is as poetry
Like the Psalms
It is what it is
In froth, foam and fizz
I hold the blade in trembling hands
To be as the Scholar
Whom takes his pop quiz
As a man doth plead for his neighbor
Looking upon the things of others
In the drudgery of honest labor
O, will he rest in death
In that we are out of breath
The book of Job is as poetry to me
As the Spirit so is broken
I will say not
O, woe is me...
In Sackcloth
9-1-14
O, thank you Jesus
That I have been left out
O, praise you my Yaweh
That I have been excluded
Where I spend what I had made
In nothing at all
As upon my eyelids
Is the shadow of death
You have worn me out
In tales broad and tall
And as my days are but past
My evidence is on high
O, my spirit is broken
But I have not the heart to ask O why
He wonders if I'm sleeping
With my new found faith
As I hide today behind my west wall
O, thank you Savior
That I never made it with them...
Of Steely Brew
9-1-14
* here's another shit coffee rhyme
I pray that I might enter
A Monday Sabbath rest
In hopes for tomorrow to go west
To meet my brother there and to yet invest
O, Earth O cover my blood
And build my nest with no violence
In my hands according to this transition
I shall go the way of no return
And complete my mission
The music fulfills this gratitude
Under another bittersweet condition
By this hardness of my steely brew
Safe in a permanent gaze
So much I yet allow...
Scattered
9-1-14
Scattered in the Day dark and cloudy
Dispersed as seeds
Blown in the breeze rauceous and rowdy
Staring intensely
Gazing and agaze
As one to be One to solve the maze
I find my way through it
Under my skies sheathed in this haze
O, where is my hope
In a bath with Irish Spring soap
Shall we have rest together in the dust
As so today in God
I place my reverential trust
Yet scattered
Feeding them in good pasture
To appear again on closed circuit TV
To but view up close, the Master
I am scattered.....
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