Sometimes I feel the dry air on my parched heart feel the faith in hope and love streaming out from the delta the fingers crossed timbers lost in the hurricane of hail Marys and weak end roller coasters, so many saccharin socials and UN  I'd ent if ied flights sauce erd threw the night what will it take to cure me right? Fallow friend and hallowed brother dreams are where we reunite but I wish that fog would clear and I fear that rest just might your mother seems young at gaze but those bones are weary from the fight and I am weary too so I said all that just to say where the havens are you?

David meditates, sings and Cushes words like Yemini.

Yawn when I seek refuge,
and cover me your mouth from pride,
least lions tear apart my mercy,
each piece and part never delivered.

Yawn if I do,
doing with wrong hands
rewarding U in peace with my fist,
seeking a foe for no reason.
Yes. Pass the Fiend thru the pieces,
and yes, lay my dust,
honored on the Erd.
Rock.

Yawn in anger,
so different than the wrath of my enemies,
waking for me, giving me judgement,
finding me a band of hands
beating, clapping, higher & higher.
What does the director think
of all this righteous clatter?
My Ray Charles stitched on trial
for wicked this way done.
Let's groove to the just
with heart and head.

A shield in Yawning.
A left-handed Mit,
judging in right field.
Yes. Yawn in anger daily,
while U in prison, sharpen that stick,
bend your back, pull that gut,
and shoot the broken arrow
to light up the sky.

You see? In just twice time,
you see mischief conceived
in womb of lies.
He dug that hole,
and fell head first, a minor
***** slapping him in return.
Slapping him from the heights,
yawning just twice time,
to wake, sing, and praise most high.