Friday, August 12, 2016

scabrous

Scabrous
7-12-16

Twilight towards her tousled head
We don't need to fight about cords
In getting out of bed we rant and rave about twenty-eighteen
That do?
He inquires walking away from it
Our sudden degree of surrender
A cloud tries to cover the sun
But her light prevails for willingness
To risk the Being and celebrate the moment
Even I will remember you on days like these
Ye shall not say, the burden of the Lord
Taking no thought about the problem
Only to see its purpose
I will praise the Lord with my whole heart
And return to battle
Today one basket of good figs first ripe
She's not my type
To smell her gentle smoke yet rising....





Friction Of The Day
7-12-16

It is fortune to be able to breathe
And face to but see where all his precepts are sure
And we by God's grace search for more
Store brand tuna fish is just as good
So saith the epicurean
To carry away captive Jeconiah and his princes
And all he convinces
Ticking us off in the book
The devil can use it as come friction
We make it out of the ditch
The other basket of naughty figs
Into the hand of the Chaldeans
For our benefit
And the fear of the Lord
Is the beginning of wisdom
Drinking of the brook by the wayside
And to the Spirit, all pleasure
Still an idea behind it
A curse to the thinking class
At heart is established....





Dispersed Abroad
7-12-16

O, taunt not scornful
No tirade do we truth
To trade tenacity for all tenderness
Like censorious and denunciatory value
All set aside
As to my flesh it's all good to let it go
Looking for a new result
Such is insanity
The time is now again
Pacing up our phantoms
In a backpack with strap half torn
Giving Zedekiah the residue of what remains
O, how do you?
We don't see the desire of the righteous doth prevail
As God's love will not fail
O, they that remain in Thailand
Gray and far oracles bleed
So we can feel this love
By jointure in soiled dungarees.....





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