Caveat
5-19-16
And to believe in our fiddler dram
He sees its chased shadow
Like one in need of affection
Come nonimportation
I share my secret to the cleaning lady
And all I know is that I'm sore
Playing Ballad Of Easy Rider again
The rough demo
A reason for such madness
He bore the weight of trips home
Let you waters wash down
Flow to the sea
For my caveat and qualification
And I pray for emancipation of my soul
And to believe....
Cicerone Revisited
5-20-16
The seam is split
Like my first aid kit
Up entirely too early with another nicotine fit
I see faces frozen still against His will
Take, eat, this is my body
As the call cost of the film
Come the capstone of structure
And wall hands of steel and heart of stone
Never mind what you feel in that you're not alone
On another ciceronian trip to somewhere
Elegiac and puplicitous
I'm hanging on
The glass is cut
Blood shed for many
This is not my rut
This is my love and no but.....
There's More
5-20-16
A limb is lost and a chain undone
Come Pentecost at the rising of the sun
As time had been amass
From his hourglass
Looking for eggshells
Do I simply accept it
Love is slowly stripped away
And has seen its better day
Later on I read my stuff
For our Thucydides
Playing the peloponneissan war
I'm hanging on one sleepless night is really nothing at all
As the lights go down
I feel there's more.....
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