2.4618 : 12/24/17 : Twas ever thus

Am I still propping up

the resolution

schtick

imaginary datelines

some counting trip

For sure a fake out

nothing in either

hand

well you said it was

ever thus

in the promised land

what

2.3265 : 4/11/14 : Magical Thinking

Magical thinking

doesn't help a bit

the need's extreme

this age is plain unfit

I am become catastrophe

blind and random

whoever's got the keys

should be forced to unhand them

oh but by whom

and into whose hand?

No glory be here

and no promised land

I promised I'd look up

that I would dream brighter

it's a hard row though

I am yet still a fighter

what

2.3163 : 12/30/13 : Wrong

Feels like all you can trust is

your every impulse is wrong

the wrong time to get creative

the wrong time to sing a song

the wrong time to dig your heels in

and pick a fight

you're a true freak of nature

at never being right

and there's no rest

no destination no promised land

and what you've got to go on

fits inside one hand

Why can't I just swallow it

always make nice

Why after giving up

every natural vice

do I still wind up blinking

in the single hours of night

awestruck at my capacity

of never being right

and there's no rest

no destination no promised land

and what you've got to go on

fits in one hand

what

2.3089 : 10/17/13 : To Earth

What's it worth

once

run to earth

and holed up in some

stone's lee

a little more

for a few of you

a little less

for the many me

I take this fight

to earth

I'll tear

your rarified

schematics

showing the

market's hand

the dismal promised lands

and when I execute it

will be without theatrics

what

2.2922 : 05/03/13 : Presence in the Cloud

What are we to make
of clouds by day
and fire by night
call that leadership
oh pillar so bright
turned to a pillar of salt
a fate for any who look back
guess where I could find fault
The presence in the cloud so black
twenty in and twenty out
we all search for our promised land
inside the cloud wandering about
in doubt we are in any hand

what

2.2768 : 11/30/12 : Gimmicks

Maybe could have guessed gimmicks
and shortcuts not your game
Well I never asked for the lottery
or sudden fame
just a simple plan
some confidence of execution
left with solipsism
ever-present confusion
World seems unfixable
people obstinate and cruel
children ask only for love
can't even afford them gruel
fix it your non-presence demands
you immanentize my promised lands
have you taken a look at these aching hands
trying to grasp shadows, desert sands
it's a cruel trick
when you known I'm not built for it
To issue this compulsion
To me to dive in to the hilt for it
No it's not a gimmick
but it's a dark magic spell
here I thought you dealt in light
all the time but oh well

what

2.2554 : 4/30/12 : Moses (Mt. Metaphor 23/58)

Get up to Moses Lake
get with the Patriarchs
my choices this days well
aren't touching off too many sparks
maybe they got a red sea thing going
maybe thy feel like the promised land
give me a day when the wind is blowing
I'll ham it up stretch out my hand
Sure it's all real places
to me just names on maps
sometimes things don't quite measure up
Sometimes you make do with scraps

what

2.2390 : 11/18/11 : Lost

I was compelled to contemplate
how little I have lost
and the sin of taking for granted
and its terrible cost
Do not hesitate to send the letter
Now is the only time to make it better
Loss comes for all
its hunger can't be sated
and its mark on me so far
it scarcely can be rated
Be brave declare your love
he here below as you imagine it above
loss serves its purpose
but it is harsh, unforgiving
remind you life is for nothing
but hard joyous living
stand up hold out your hand
beckon sadly to the lost and promised land

what

2.1917 : 8/2/10 : How Early

How early might the rise be
how late the night
if I made a little chart today
I might start getting it right
Hard not to imagine
every terrible road
and that since nothing can stay still
something is bound to explode
I know there's gotta be a better way
but I don't know what it looks likes
When I feel like I'm on the downhill
when I feel like I'm on the third strike
I saw the looks of sad contempt
well they don't understand
we just can't ever do things halfway
here in the good old promised land

what

2.1069 : 4/6/08 : So Bad (Seventyseven: 74 of 81)

It could get so bad

we won’t fear death anymore

anything for a window

anything for a door

cannibal nation

generation of thieves

usurping God’s work

bringing in the sheaves

You want to swing that axe

you better watch your hand

there’s a lot of gimps between here

and the promised land

what

2.568 : 11/22/06 : Advice

The easiest advice to give
is live to love to love to live
say seek your heart
forget necessity
don’t worry about anything
just leave the rest
all up to me
I mean but I wonder
just how well I’ll hold my end up
Wonder just how well
you listen to the prayers I send up
Please don’t ask the questions
just believe in my advice
I’m praying one more time
that I won’t have to give it twice
I’ll bet as many gold coins
as I can hold in my hand
that if I squint and turn my head
I’ll make just what’s to be
a promised land

what