God Blues Pt. 2

Posted by Erik Moshe on Sunday, July 17, 2011 Under: Rhymed Verses


Speak your language of the loose tongues, earn your stripes or strive to be a zebra
Soul dry from fleece and cedar - dangling from the skies of Iwo Jima

Dresden never smelled like this, it's bleeding my mirth
Heineken lager overflows the reservoirs so we can enjoy freedom in spurts
It re-occurs in my dreams in a blur, I believe it - I'm sure I can see them disperse
Armies of quazi-argonauts aboard a giant yak with needles and spurs
Or maybe this is just the league of absurd -
And I'm the amputee contestant with his only hand trying to reach through the dirt
A Libra concurs - that love and hate can mate quietly if you teach them to merge
I'm in the Evil Reserve - hard press printing faces on bills of paper made from the souls of the people we hurt
Or take the Gaia theory: "Greetings from Earth, I hope you enjoy the scenery first."
Lord of the pulverized crop - into the wheatfields His greenery splurged
The almighty says carry on, my carry on needs to be searched, so for that, I'll eagerly work
Then proceed to be nurtured on the eatery curb, with black tea and a sea weed orderve
As a child purifies holy water from a distance, I freely observe -
The placenta of my chosen messiah reaching out to the heathens as the eddies converge
Everyday life, these blue planet nozzle winds exhaust the grind
I question this art deco cubicle wall's design...then I sign Aristotle on the dotted line.
Your skull caps contain draconian tentacles that surface when in light strands
So when a bright idea strikes I'll ascend with aquamarine chimaeras encircling my right hand
The purpose of this LifeCam is to watch you so the cops do spot you
..water coddle through Japenese clouds to the sound of opera jaku
Please have faith in His grip strength when those godless claws massage you
I'm so susceptible to god blues..
So respectable in god's view..

Speak your language of the loose tongues, earn your stripes or strive to be a zebra
Soul dry from fleece and cedar - dangling from the skies of Iwo Jima
I'm so susceptible to god blues..


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