O, stone

O, Stone
1-11-16

Spiritual people can be named after things in nature
On the road again
Making music with my friends
Old Willie still has his voice
No guarantee, no such dead end
We're the best of friends
The heart is our way
I ramble and with this today I gamble
Another angel with the power over fire
Saying gather clusters of the vine of the earth
Report to the Temple of Isis
As if it were another life
I once lives in a castle dark
Time for you to reap from the harvest is ripe
I choose to be happy all through the day
O, Peter
O, Cephas
O, Stone...



Time To Read (Meet Me There)
1-11-16

Thrust in the sickle
After all of this coffee
I can still know sleep
Amazingly I will survive
As the firefly both dead and alive
On eves lead a golden crown
That die in the Lord henceforth
My friends tell me that I'm not the same
The whole world guilty before God
Never mind my negativity
Now I do not want you to be unaware
Since I met you baby
I'm a happy man
Time for you to reap
For the harvest is ripe
Even his eternal power and Godhead....




On Revelation 14:14 (Report)
1-11-16

Hey, now, now
I take steps forward
Report to the Baths of Nero
Resort to the wraths of zero
If there is such a thing
It would take a miracle or two or three
To decipher what is written here
O, Peter, O, Cephas, O, Stone
You don't need to go it alone
As so I embrace my idiosynchasies
Another angel also with a sharp sickle
Like throwing paint upon an easil
Letting it fly
They roll across the ground
Going knee deep
Sowing free sheep
Knowing just what to reap
To cast the wine of the earth into the winepress
It's going to be another good one
No more, no less
Report to the Theatre of Pompey
And have a wonderful day...