Streams of Sinai

Mystifies me education
God they never have a clue
Execute emancipation
Love us Love forever true

Loose their chains, O, I owe you!
Loose their chains, O, I owe you!

Clothed with your imagination
I see sparrows not despair
Lillies in consideration
Raiment Solomon could wear..

Glug year one their golden jug
Watch the water come out blue
Demon blood when blue turns red
Thus they serve a magic brew

Waylay one whole generation
Forty years white hot air blowing
Generates administration
Debtors' prison where they're going..
©2013 Gary Ottoson

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Jesus' Creature

We were tried by fire and their fiery darts
Who moistens parched lips with bacteria?
A vinegared sponge from their foreign parts?
'It is finished,' you said; now, I hear ya
O, how I wanna be near ya..

Pitched stone cold on the deadliest reef
You were teachin' me not how to swim
Peter lashed out at my cruel unbelief
You echo, Peter rocks! Be like him!

Laid we low 'round crypts of Khartoum
Wrapped cold mummies of Egypt
Came we forth out of Thutmoses gloom
Who would believe with no teeth chipped?

Yah, we came back from the dead one day
Crucified, buried, and risen
We die daily in the USA
Fishing free men from their prison

Hell Paul escaping in a wicker basket
Preaching I must be his creature
Miriam and Mary humming - none can mask it
Standing up closer to the teacher
Preaching I must be his creature
Preaching I must be his creature..
©2013 Gary Ottoson

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her day in the food court

over the ridge forty some odd years back
she was thigh deep in water in her buffalo's track
one felt her hunger well two him and i
not the howitizer gun crew under camo nearby

ka boom! a shell whistled less than a second
her buffalo's belly blew offal blood thickened
that girl tending rice in her farmer's apparel
looked at those soldiers who'd leveled their barrel...

drenched she stood straight up stunned dripping brown shit
howled howitzer gunners their laughter won't quit..

....feeding the pigeons a loaf of whole wheat
out my square window over the street
there hundreds of soldiers milling nearby
try ginger spiced rice twice cooked with a thigh

off center herself in the midst of them all
a little old lady flashed over the walls
into my eyes from her chamber of horrors
bursting in air hell here to the corners..
©2011 Gary Ottoson