still waters .. Rolling Stone

still waters

spilt chill from admin kill skills on the board
spins fiscal religion the presidents ring
built athletic sweet hearts the sports could afford
but decidedly none from your following

where no race blackens or whitens you out
no Lions  no Tigers  no Edsel bling bling
no Kansas Koch brethren in financial drought
may capture the wealth of your following

no college can teach you - you are the truth
no empire runs you - you are the King
no farmer proves you - believe you the proof?
we all you raise up are your following

no pit of theirs traps you - you only wise
no fox outfoxes your shepherding
no tricky dicks catch you - to their surprise
no toppling stones trip up your following

no firing squads no crosses no noose
no fat cat balls yarns or string
no enemies of yours however obtuse
nor ours thwart a moment your following
no graveyard swallows your following
no graveyard swallows your following

ain't no ties to tie you - you are too loose
no young gun riddles - O, death don't sting
cobra - mongoose and no demon truce
your freedom is free to your following
your freedom is free to your following
 ©2013 Gary Ottoson | Psalm 23:2

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 Rolling Stone

Towering the sky your machine is not reaching
I am in touch with your psyche in skin
Hammered and nailed true Love I am teaching
Cut it in rock I am conquering sin

O, aren't I your brother, redeemer, and friend?
You being you now forever we'll be?
I'm in I am his beginning and end
Trusting in God you may find him in me

Else be the darkness - you without light
Look for the one so close you can't see
You like the demons create me this fight
Who hovered the face of the deep, is it me?

You never know being one I am three
And I'll not know you the passionate fool
Dropping your mill stones into the sea,
I am on fire both red hot and cool
I am on fire both red hot and cool..
©2013 Gary Ottoson

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Wheels of Fire

Great skater in my mind The gardener she married,
a devilish attorney whose sweet tongue she parried,
abused..

Articulate silence speaks wisdom you'd think,
drawn from the cold, cold solid rock drink
out of which earthiness Love brews a soul mate
One beautiful a woman who could learn how to roller skate

Skins across skids midst her whip-lashing body
of flesh spinning fresh spins her personally gaudy
linked elbows crashing our heads through th' boards
God's mark on my thinking or whip made of cords?
The groaning of camels at Jerusalem's doors..

O, it's roller rink real, the steel wheel deal!
It's all about how she may want our God's feel
for many But her gods have been hazing North Vietnam's
Over gasolined plastics roared horror bombed moms
where her fists slammed land and her warring gods swore
'there's a very good chance to do good with our war,
folks, there's no goddamned way we are losing this war..'

Clear eyes on the needle now, to clear through the small gates
Watch the first woman's Fire whip through you on roller skates..
©2013 Gary Ottoson | To A

 

Six Feet Under

Shouldn't I keep my head down? I am down here doin' fine
trying to be reasonable  Let the blind lead forth the blind
Gun show momma streaks across  Wierd  Tattoo'd Glock 9 smoking
Bullet grazed her in the back  Judged, I guess, for joking

(His nostrils flame in indignation God in his enclave
is billowing the white smoke for the man he sent to save
the sleeze outside the Garden time being time confined
Meanwhile he's no robber baron speaking God's own mind)

JP blood red cardinals had started her a flap
A cracking jockstrap snapped
Big Bird dropped down kneeling
with boy blue birds shooting craps
Raised - the interest levels - by a half of a percent
Says Larry Moe and Curly signed off letters of intent

Hit the deck What is that popping sound? An M16?
We heard it in the jungle at Virginia Tech I mean
Could be a bit confused perhaps Is college Viet Nam?
Wanna help me work this out  I'm kinda like you, Ma'am

Hey my name is Adam hot a hemi-headed ram
Why did you cut across here to your hippy bus, Ma'am?
Don't you know the drill down on your knees beneath the trees?
We learned it years ago from college dying by degrees

The Dean tossed us an apple too Cute IPhones with a hose
and rivers running through it like a sewer overflows
Angels at the gate invincible Madonna wheezed
Overwhelming ain't it, Ma'am, our atmosphere diseased..
©2012 Gary Ottoson |  'You are dead and your life is hidden with Christ in God..' -Colossians 3:3

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