Isosyllabic
1-16-17
New wine enslaves the heart
Tall pine O, play your part
Going where I can see the southern cross
And show them who's boss
The more they increased
The more they sinned
At the chime of ten
The diver's on the rise for this pen
All our boys doth come around
Afraid he'll bite you?
In the letters he did write you?
talking about Gaelic league because their shade is good
Under poplars we dwell by terebinths
We tarry as those without understanding
Be trampled
More astute than all that is vast
Make it last....
More Paradox
1-16-17
Come exhibition of cynanthropy of the Irish
Red wolf dog
I'll never forget that night
Soon time for divine intervention
Under poplars and under oaks
And later on good smokes
Through Israel
Play the harlot yet let not Judah offend
For the rules the Buddha doth but bend
Their drink is sour
They commit whoredom
Good topic for our paradox
The wind bound her up in her wings
And they will be ashamed of their sacrifices
For Orpheus' sermon captivated.....
Monday, February 27, 2017
defaulter
Defaulter
1-16-17
Because we forgotten the law we are rejected
Have your side dish and coleslaw
And as a man of sophisticated palate
You are elected therefore the land will rejoice
Are we all on the same page?
Good question
For rosemary and sage
By Judas the great defaulter
The thought stems the emotion
When flesh doth falter
In the pattern of the sun
Boys that believe are quite lonely
But not left stranded all alone
For His charge against inhabitants
You are still the one....
Harlotry And New Wine
1-16-17
For our residence
Idolatry in Gilgal
Our circle the location of Israelite headquarters
Hit them up with your posts
And my people ask council from idols wooden
Playing the harlot
Yet to enslave the heart
For wine and fermented concord grapes
And good cookies of all shapes
And if it be not me
God Blimey if she isn't a clinger
Who said anything about killing birds
Two with one stone
Always a reason for it
My people ask counsel
From idols wooden
Bruce, what's the matter
Hit them up....
1-16-17
Because we forgotten the law we are rejected
Have your side dish and coleslaw
And as a man of sophisticated palate
You are elected therefore the land will rejoice
Are we all on the same page?
Good question
For rosemary and sage
By Judas the great defaulter
The thought stems the emotion
When flesh doth falter
In the pattern of the sun
Boys that believe are quite lonely
But not left stranded all alone
For His charge against inhabitants
You are still the one....
Harlotry And New Wine
1-16-17
For our residence
Idolatry in Gilgal
Our circle the location of Israelite headquarters
Hit them up with your posts
And my people ask council from idols wooden
Playing the harlot
Yet to enslave the heart
For wine and fermented concord grapes
And good cookies of all shapes
And if it be not me
God Blimey if she isn't a clinger
Who said anything about killing birds
Two with one stone
Always a reason for it
My people ask counsel
From idols wooden
Bruce, what's the matter
Hit them up....
duct
Ducts
1-16-17
Any minute of today, my next funk
Hoping to get it over with
For reconciliation
You and my people and I an your poet
Go again and love a woman who looks to other gods
Taking Gomer hitting another homer
Before Gabriel blows his horn
Come Ashish of the Canaanites
Put on another record
You have these rights
Life into your hands and pretty sights
Having paintings
Collecting religious arts and goods
For coats and their hoods
His little hearse-like figure
Will any of us be blessed tonight
For their Lachrymal ducts....
Already Confessed
1-16-17
Without king, prince and sacrifice
Without Teraphim, ephod and sacred pillar
At least within my tree I never get bored
For page fillers blown a considerate number of seaports
I already confessed
Stay with me many days and not to play the harlot
So too I will be unto you
It's nothing new
Come revelation synonymous to enlightenment
Launched into eternity murmuring fondly
Travelling through the dawn
Leading to day
I buy her for myself tomorrow
And if it not be me
Do no a vowing by the smell of mud....
Sepoy Revisited Again
1-16-17
Have a man so too
Will I be towards you
As dusk anew later in these days
Following the Solstice sent cohesively through the Italian vein
And tight-eyed watering pinch
Ever since the world began
Never mind my rot
By Satan the brigadier
Carry all my thoughts with you
Soon time to return to my post
It seems so unfair
Time on my hands
Supplied by the world famous aggravation
Rare in our times for all Shoneens
As a man of means
Holding the pen since my teens
And the Lord's charge against a sinful nation
Are they all of the same party?
Needing Fifi
1-16-17
Head cheese met by the wayside
No threat today
She's just doing her job
As Israel's willful ignorance
At the alarm of nine thirty
Let no man contend nor rebuke one another
With charges against inhabitants
Another good morning at it again
Fed till stuffed in a spiritual sense
Bible on the back burner
God bless all tenements
Many still reject knowledge
Willful or willing
Skillful or just chilling
Who set it all in motion?
Hot mama
Needing our Fifi....
1-16-17
Any minute of today, my next funk
Hoping to get it over with
For reconciliation
You and my people and I an your poet
Go again and love a woman who looks to other gods
Taking Gomer hitting another homer
Before Gabriel blows his horn
Come Ashish of the Canaanites
Put on another record
You have these rights
Life into your hands and pretty sights
Having paintings
Collecting religious arts and goods
For coats and their hoods
His little hearse-like figure
Will any of us be blessed tonight
For their Lachrymal ducts....
Already Confessed
1-16-17
Without king, prince and sacrifice
Without Teraphim, ephod and sacred pillar
At least within my tree I never get bored
For page fillers blown a considerate number of seaports
I already confessed
Stay with me many days and not to play the harlot
So too I will be unto you
It's nothing new
Come revelation synonymous to enlightenment
Launched into eternity murmuring fondly
Travelling through the dawn
Leading to day
I buy her for myself tomorrow
And if it not be me
Do no a vowing by the smell of mud....
Sepoy Revisited Again
1-16-17
Have a man so too
Will I be towards you
As dusk anew later in these days
Following the Solstice sent cohesively through the Italian vein
And tight-eyed watering pinch
Ever since the world began
Never mind my rot
By Satan the brigadier
Carry all my thoughts with you
Soon time to return to my post
It seems so unfair
Time on my hands
Supplied by the world famous aggravation
Rare in our times for all Shoneens
As a man of means
Holding the pen since my teens
And the Lord's charge against a sinful nation
Are they all of the same party?
Needing Fifi
1-16-17
Head cheese met by the wayside
No threat today
She's just doing her job
As Israel's willful ignorance
At the alarm of nine thirty
Let no man contend nor rebuke one another
With charges against inhabitants
Another good morning at it again
Fed till stuffed in a spiritual sense
Bible on the back burner
God bless all tenements
Many still reject knowledge
Willful or willing
Skillful or just chilling
Who set it all in motion?
Hot mama
Needing our Fifi....
acquainted
Acquainted
1-16-17
Out of the genius of generosity
Acquainted with my own desires
Doing all I know for bow and sword
For battle we plunder their sheep and cattle
And make them lie down safely
For the Virgin espoused to one Husband
To baptize you with fire
And make you see the real me
Baals be remembered no longer
Armed as soon as fed is bread
Now that my mule is out of bed
For crossbones brooch our timely and generous
On another happy and solitary day of it for reconciliation
Go again, still growin' up....
Go Again
1-16-17
O, future Davidic kingdom
I see your loverman coming
Go again for now and it's Zen love
A woman of harlotries
Loving raisin cakes
You are my people and I am your God
O, Jezreel order up a coleslaw and cod
With a side dish of salad and Thousand Island dressing
Far from distressing to a delusive lilac vanity divulge
Get lucky tonight and do what is divined
For till stuffed snug and shouted till deaf
And dance with dust and a huge black lipstick kiss on my neck
O, what the heck....
1-16-17
Out of the genius of generosity
Acquainted with my own desires
Doing all I know for bow and sword
For battle we plunder their sheep and cattle
And make them lie down safely
For the Virgin espoused to one Husband
To baptize you with fire
And make you see the real me
Baals be remembered no longer
Armed as soon as fed is bread
Now that my mule is out of bed
For crossbones brooch our timely and generous
On another happy and solitary day of it for reconciliation
Go again, still growin' up....
Go Again
1-16-17
O, future Davidic kingdom
I see your loverman coming
Go again for now and it's Zen love
A woman of harlotries
Loving raisin cakes
You are my people and I am your God
O, Jezreel order up a coleslaw and cod
With a side dish of salad and Thousand Island dressing
Far from distressing to a delusive lilac vanity divulge
Get lucky tonight and do what is divined
For till stuffed snug and shouted till deaf
And dance with dust and a huge black lipstick kiss on my neck
O, what the heck....
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
venerable
All Venerable
1-16-17
Wanting some reassurance to confirm
I give them a call
O, me little wretched worm
Can we have another ball on the pen, a crazy dance
There's so much we as poets need to go though
You burn so bright
Roll on of disobedience yet destroyed
I allure her in that we come to adore her
The church our virgin espoused
To one hundred of our adulterous life restored
In grace done to a nicety rose nobly
For bystanders move along
You burn so bright
Bow and sword of battle
O, kill all venerable...
Baals (Remember No More)
1-16-17
Praise God
Another day at it
Driving a car named Desire
O, sword we scatter from the earth
To make us lay down safely
My plan is to fast till evening
As the learned prelate and our terracotta saucepan
And adulterous wives saved alive in His good grace
Living in a healthy harmony
For dollar stores on the promenade
Read the sign, it's not Iced Tea
It's lemonade
Rambling in the road alone
The third, a nondescript
Shadow of the real me
Faded into our carpentry
Our days are numbered
For the relation of the duodenum
O, blind intestine, digest....
1-16-17
Wanting some reassurance to confirm
I give them a call
O, me little wretched worm
Can we have another ball on the pen, a crazy dance
There's so much we as poets need to go though
You burn so bright
Roll on of disobedience yet destroyed
I allure her in that we come to adore her
The church our virgin espoused
To one hundred of our adulterous life restored
In grace done to a nicety rose nobly
For bystanders move along
You burn so bright
Bow and sword of battle
O, kill all venerable...
Baals (Remember No More)
1-16-17
Praise God
Another day at it
Driving a car named Desire
O, sword we scatter from the earth
To make us lay down safely
My plan is to fast till evening
As the learned prelate and our terracotta saucepan
And adulterous wives saved alive in His good grace
Living in a healthy harmony
For dollar stores on the promenade
Read the sign, it's not Iced Tea
It's lemonade
Rambling in the road alone
The third, a nondescript
Shadow of the real me
Faded into our carpentry
Our days are numbered
For the relation of the duodenum
O, blind intestine, digest....
deferential
Deferential
1-31-17
To regard with disapproval and distaste
Don't we all know that haste makes waste while chaste
Frowsy and musty as sin taking occasion by commandment
Wrought in the concupiscence
But for what just so that I can taste it
Afresh, God save you says our blood and kin
Taking occasion by the commandment
In all manner of concupiscence
Come prosperity
Our innate inclination
Our tendency and predilection
Deferential
She tells me to write from the heart
But I don't know where to start
Yielding to opinion with honor and courteous respect
As to flout and scorn
As an ox that treads out of the corn
Where melody is low....
To Turn A Rusk
1-31-17
Ruffled we swagger
Still to delay the task at hand
We flaunt and show contempt and sometimes stumble
To get right back up and shake the dust
In God we trust
For money we lust
Trading my will for His
In submission and yielding to the opinion
The elegy to me
Putting my money on Vitamin C supplements
Ready to answer just why
To turn a rusk for our beadle
To brush away the husk
And never mind the needle
What is the metaphor in this
But to greet each one with an holy kiss
Of Rufus hue our buskin
On reddish news in ones minor Parish
We cherish....
1-31-17
To regard with disapproval and distaste
Don't we all know that haste makes waste while chaste
Frowsy and musty as sin taking occasion by commandment
Wrought in the concupiscence
But for what just so that I can taste it
Afresh, God save you says our blood and kin
Taking occasion by the commandment
In all manner of concupiscence
Come prosperity
Our innate inclination
Our tendency and predilection
Deferential
She tells me to write from the heart
But I don't know where to start
Yielding to opinion with honor and courteous respect
As to flout and scorn
As an ox that treads out of the corn
Where melody is low....
To Turn A Rusk
1-31-17
Ruffled we swagger
Still to delay the task at hand
We flaunt and show contempt and sometimes stumble
To get right back up and shake the dust
In God we trust
For money we lust
Trading my will for His
In submission and yielding to the opinion
The elegy to me
Putting my money on Vitamin C supplements
Ready to answer just why
To turn a rusk for our beadle
To brush away the husk
And never mind the needle
What is the metaphor in this
But to greet each one with an holy kiss
Of Rufus hue our buskin
On reddish news in ones minor Parish
We cherish....
theologian
Theologian
1-30-17
How half and half?
Do you mean he kills the fatted calf
and much there is to see under my parasol with benignancy
Our gentle disposition
Where we are free to come and go as we please
Personally as welcome
Our Song for Occupations
Welcome to the factory
Have a job but don't let it have you
In that you are greasy and pinned
Where that soft life was getting me
Back up upon my feet
If the husband is dead
She is free from the law
Looking for Isaac Watts
Another sweet recommendation
O, theologian
Tell it like it isn't
Not as a lampoon
But something more
On one sweet evening
Another apple
Begob, much I have seen.....
Doctor Watts Lampoon
1-31-17
Good humored satire
We spend the winter singing
Where music keeps us warm
Looking for Evelyn Waugh
And her "Decline And Fall"
And "Vile Bodies" rheumatic as the strumpet
As a brother for us to but purify and condone
In a down to earth congregation
O, blithe cloud
Be thou my sunshine
Come the ridicule of our lampoon
I'm at it again for a light good humored satire
Such is my fire going to see Doctor Watts
I find out what can be wrong with my head
In my own world like a rank side of a light surface
Well ye are also become read to the law
By the body of Christ
Our lily like the veil
For dragons in the crease....
We Square This
1-31-17
We square this
A battlement of straw
To serve in newness of Spirit
And not in oldness of the letter
I'm feeling much better
I'd tunnel till my groove
Gasoline through a funnel
Ready to make my next move
Being dear wrench
We were held for a cobweb
Woven in adamant
Cast not your testimony
You know it's a crime
That we should serve in newness of Spirit
Give the coffee a chance to say hello to mankind doubtless
We think it meet of us for poignant secrets
With chivalry and balance to frequently fritter all time away
For I was alive without the law
As to another as carrots raw....
1-30-17
How half and half?
Do you mean he kills the fatted calf
and much there is to see under my parasol with benignancy
Our gentle disposition
Where we are free to come and go as we please
Personally as welcome
Our Song for Occupations
Welcome to the factory
Have a job but don't let it have you
In that you are greasy and pinned
Where that soft life was getting me
Back up upon my feet
If the husband is dead
She is free from the law
Looking for Isaac Watts
Another sweet recommendation
O, theologian
Tell it like it isn't
Not as a lampoon
But something more
On one sweet evening
Another apple
Begob, much I have seen.....
Doctor Watts Lampoon
1-31-17
Good humored satire
We spend the winter singing
Where music keeps us warm
Looking for Evelyn Waugh
And her "Decline And Fall"
And "Vile Bodies" rheumatic as the strumpet
As a brother for us to but purify and condone
In a down to earth congregation
O, blithe cloud
Be thou my sunshine
Come the ridicule of our lampoon
I'm at it again for a light good humored satire
Such is my fire going to see Doctor Watts
I find out what can be wrong with my head
In my own world like a rank side of a light surface
Well ye are also become read to the law
By the body of Christ
Our lily like the veil
For dragons in the crease....
We Square This
1-31-17
We square this
A battlement of straw
To serve in newness of Spirit
And not in oldness of the letter
I'm feeling much better
I'd tunnel till my groove
Gasoline through a funnel
Ready to make my next move
Being dear wrench
We were held for a cobweb
Woven in adamant
Cast not your testimony
You know it's a crime
That we should serve in newness of Spirit
Give the coffee a chance to say hello to mankind doubtless
We think it meet of us for poignant secrets
With chivalry and balance to frequently fritter all time away
For I was alive without the law
As to another as carrots raw....
loquat
Loquat
1-30-17
Go on and believe it
Where something has to die to live again
What then, shall we err
Our limit like the veil
O, blithe cloud, you
Every now and then
We get down to it
When the time is right
Studying my grocery list
A wee bit obsessive
I speak after the manner of men
All things leading up to this on my mind
But I'm not left behind tonight
I'm in good hands
Doubtless we think it meet of us
Assuming and taking possession of being fortunate
With the weather
What fruit had ye in things unprofitable
I still dream of my nemesis every time I talk to her
He wants my head on a silver platter
For the wages of sin is death
But the gift of God eternal life through Jesus....
Pishogue
1-30-17
Starting on the Southside
Of the supermarket
So I won't forget my staples
Every now and then returning to the here and now
Lightly peeping through curtains drawn
But not taking too long
Somewhere I smell good cooking
By the keys of the melody of nought and of aught
A time for everything
O, elegy to me
Where erudition is my idea of fun
Glad to have my life back after that terrible dream
In remembering your love and mind
I can go all day just craving them
Going out for Jesus
Greeting Sossity by the narrow way.....
Proud Anew
1-30-17
O, blithe cloud, you
Are you still proud anew
To play to kill the clock and this is it
And I don't quit
Where beauty is as nature's fact
Know ye not how the law hath dominion
Over a man as long as he lives
For loquat and almond scent and money well spent
We walk, we run
Taking time to hurry up
Limit like the veil unto my lady's face
Like our inviting arms never knowing who or what
Awaits us around the next corner
Our peace of mind as witness
For her land yet to claim
Tis a single hair
Our filament
Our law of love with chivalry
And with balance
I play it safe today
Until it's time to go
For every mesh, a citadel....
1-30-17
Go on and believe it
Where something has to die to live again
What then, shall we err
Our limit like the veil
O, blithe cloud, you
Every now and then
We get down to it
When the time is right
Studying my grocery list
A wee bit obsessive
I speak after the manner of men
All things leading up to this on my mind
But I'm not left behind tonight
I'm in good hands
Doubtless we think it meet of us
Assuming and taking possession of being fortunate
With the weather
What fruit had ye in things unprofitable
I still dream of my nemesis every time I talk to her
He wants my head on a silver platter
For the wages of sin is death
But the gift of God eternal life through Jesus....
Pishogue
1-30-17
Starting on the Southside
Of the supermarket
So I won't forget my staples
Every now and then returning to the here and now
Lightly peeping through curtains drawn
But not taking too long
Somewhere I smell good cooking
By the keys of the melody of nought and of aught
A time for everything
O, elegy to me
Where erudition is my idea of fun
Glad to have my life back after that terrible dream
In remembering your love and mind
I can go all day just craving them
Going out for Jesus
Greeting Sossity by the narrow way.....
Proud Anew
1-30-17
O, blithe cloud, you
Are you still proud anew
To play to kill the clock and this is it
And I don't quit
Where beauty is as nature's fact
Know ye not how the law hath dominion
Over a man as long as he lives
For loquat and almond scent and money well spent
We walk, we run
Taking time to hurry up
Limit like the veil unto my lady's face
Like our inviting arms never knowing who or what
Awaits us around the next corner
Our peace of mind as witness
For her land yet to claim
Tis a single hair
Our filament
Our law of love with chivalry
And with balance
I play it safe today
Until it's time to go
For every mesh, a citadel....
citadel
Citadel
1-30-17
Limit like a veil
Cat litter is on sale
For every mesh our citadel
As one to break the spell
Looking in His eyes, our filament, the law
What shall we say
That we should continue in sin
That grace may abound
The poor better off than you
Piping in good sound
Like the veil unto my lady's face
Thorns between roses
Needing the burden to know blessing
Needing the cold to know warmth
Needing the darkness to know light
Off soon to another grocery shopping adventure
This time start on the south side of the store
God permit that I should succeed....
Moreover, The Law Entered
1-30-17
Of the western shore
Seeing the Southern Cross for the first time
Bow down and sing again
Doubtless our universe, one rock
And dragons in the crease
How shall we live on in such transgression
When the price is paid in full
Till all the churchyard bang
And every herald angel sang
Searching intensely with pleasure
Given all that is amongst which is leisure
Tis not your affliction
Come to secret of her pain
Ado about something
Where do we go from here
More books to read and quote from
In such a new style of this writing pressure forming
All around our eyes every now and then
To reflect on that which was written there
And poignant secrets....
Doctrine Delivered
1-30-17
Breaking out the fistic
With new words going ballistic
I look into her eyes to tunnel till my groove
It was the best cup of coffee I had in weeks
Church by daylight, proverbial
Know ye not that to whom ye yield yourselves
To servants, obey
Our wind in the dark and another jaunt
Out to the dumpster for my ritual
God be thanked
Trilling and quivering
We are still as servants in bondage
To these beggarly elements
Having been receivergeneral for expression
And my passion
Sunset at quarter till six
Where the earth has many keys
Let us talk of love
And poignant secrets....
1-30-17
Limit like a veil
Cat litter is on sale
For every mesh our citadel
As one to break the spell
Looking in His eyes, our filament, the law
What shall we say
That we should continue in sin
That grace may abound
The poor better off than you
Piping in good sound
Like the veil unto my lady's face
Thorns between roses
Needing the burden to know blessing
Needing the cold to know warmth
Needing the darkness to know light
Off soon to another grocery shopping adventure
This time start on the south side of the store
God permit that I should succeed....
Moreover, The Law Entered
1-30-17
Of the western shore
Seeing the Southern Cross for the first time
Bow down and sing again
Doubtless our universe, one rock
And dragons in the crease
How shall we live on in such transgression
When the price is paid in full
Till all the churchyard bang
And every herald angel sang
Searching intensely with pleasure
Given all that is amongst which is leisure
Tis not your affliction
Come to secret of her pain
Ado about something
Where do we go from here
More books to read and quote from
In such a new style of this writing pressure forming
All around our eyes every now and then
To reflect on that which was written there
And poignant secrets....
Doctrine Delivered
1-30-17
Breaking out the fistic
With new words going ballistic
I look into her eyes to tunnel till my groove
It was the best cup of coffee I had in weeks
Church by daylight, proverbial
Know ye not that to whom ye yield yourselves
To servants, obey
Our wind in the dark and another jaunt
Out to the dumpster for my ritual
God be thanked
Trilling and quivering
We are still as servants in bondage
To these beggarly elements
Having been receivergeneral for expression
And my passion
Sunset at quarter till six
Where the earth has many keys
Let us talk of love
And poignant secrets....
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Eblanite
Eblanite In Jigtime
1-30-17
Until the law sin is in the world
Not imputed where there is grace
On our unknown peninsula bordering our isthmus
What good I have left behind proscribed by law
Keep them a rolling along
I still wait for you
Strip away the pride doubtless
He thought it meet of Him
Death reigns from Adam to Moses
Where melody is as such
Let's keep in touch
Engendered with assiduity
Our diligence unflagging
Infatiguable
Coffee is served
Eblanite in Jigtime
Not as the offense
But as well as the free gift
I tunnel till my groove
O, take her recompense
And of malarkey make much sense.....
Grace Did Much More Abound
1-30-17
Poetry keeping me warm
Through a long cold winter
In my eye my splinter
To observe such before I point out yours
As by the offense of one
Judgement came upon us all
To our conscience
So is the gift of Jasmine tea
On a painted train
Out in the cloudburst come summertime
When it knoweth hunker down
And hope that the weather does her thing
Walking between the lines
Firstling like tigers as excitement runs fever high
My, o, my
As a child all I did was take
For the train going through our burial gate
Nothing to hate
I tunnel till my groove pushed sudden
Pressing in
Pressing on our cobweb
Weaved in adamant by the enigma
Necessary still questioning....
1-30-17
Until the law sin is in the world
Not imputed where there is grace
On our unknown peninsula bordering our isthmus
What good I have left behind proscribed by law
Keep them a rolling along
I still wait for you
Strip away the pride doubtless
He thought it meet of Him
Death reigns from Adam to Moses
Where melody is as such
Let's keep in touch
Engendered with assiduity
Our diligence unflagging
Infatiguable
Coffee is served
Eblanite in Jigtime
Not as the offense
But as well as the free gift
I tunnel till my groove
O, take her recompense
And of malarkey make much sense.....
Grace Did Much More Abound
1-30-17
Poetry keeping me warm
Through a long cold winter
In my eye my splinter
To observe such before I point out yours
As by the offense of one
Judgement came upon us all
To our conscience
So is the gift of Jasmine tea
On a painted train
Out in the cloudburst come summertime
When it knoweth hunker down
And hope that the weather does her thing
Walking between the lines
Firstling like tigers as excitement runs fever high
My, o, my
As a child all I did was take
For the train going through our burial gate
Nothing to hate
I tunnel till my groove pushed sudden
Pressing in
Pressing on our cobweb
Weaved in adamant by the enigma
Necessary still questioning....
pegged
Pegged
1-30-17
Death passed upon all men
By one man sin entered into the world
To witness for her land
To go there to understand
See you in the morning two hours before daylight
The cricket is her utmost receiving the atonement
Where do I go from here
Meeting spiritual companions by the way
Good for the music and the river rages downstream
As we're circled by swallows and counted as warblers
Somnolent and soporific to mine abundance in flatulence
And pomposity to defray our down payment yet daring
Stay with me and learn as pegged to but categorize...
Curole
1-30-17
Circling the tragedies
Underlining the comedies
For a spice of life, the price for the fife
Then adjusting his little notes
The earth has many keys on these early mornings up before the daylight
On prolific days yet somnolent and soporific
To curdle and coagulate becoming congealed
Treated with the enzymes in their industrious mass production
For the tooth and the claw
I abused my credit card as witness for her land
The cricket is the elegy Gustave
You couldn't help us much
As by having changed to curd
Let not thine milk expire this time around
As you dip those Oreos.....
1-30-17
Death passed upon all men
By one man sin entered into the world
To witness for her land
To go there to understand
See you in the morning two hours before daylight
The cricket is her utmost receiving the atonement
Where do I go from here
Meeting spiritual companions by the way
Good for the music and the river rages downstream
As we're circled by swallows and counted as warblers
Somnolent and soporific to mine abundance in flatulence
And pomposity to defray our down payment yet daring
Stay with me and learn as pegged to but categorize...
Curole
1-30-17
Circling the tragedies
Underlining the comedies
For a spice of life, the price for the fife
Then adjusting his little notes
The earth has many keys on these early mornings up before the daylight
On prolific days yet somnolent and soporific
To curdle and coagulate becoming congealed
Treated with the enzymes in their industrious mass production
For the tooth and the claw
I abused my credit card as witness for her land
The cricket is the elegy Gustave
You couldn't help us much
As by having changed to curd
Let not thine milk expire this time around
As you dip those Oreos.....
piffle
Piffle (Portentous)
1-20-17
O, piffle foolish and futile
God protect the neighborhood
I loved my corner with intercession
Futile and feebly
Portentous and foreboding
Two feet on the hot coals in Romanticism
A cycle it might be love portent and indication proscribed
As law backed up by the grace
Gustine. where have you been
In a tropical whisper
And dangerous blood for the mob
Within my heart portentous and foreboding
Be my slippery slider to extreme in excess
O, pigeon for peace
Keeping house for thee
For our dear retrospect
In fused Alsatian
Faces that gaze forward
In piffle....
Mileage
1-30-17
Rolling in the mileage
A matter of choosing to forge it for every mesh
A citadel for every fantasy
A façade our cobweb wove in abundance
Most to my own unease
Delayed in the knowledge
For by it cometh sorrow
Much more than being now justified by his blood
We are saved from wrath where beauty is nature's fact
Just as supernatural as can be
As by one man's sin enter the world and death by such
Back from a far horizon
I bring the gift of Roses
I've cried a well
Swimming an ocean of ostentation
By when we were yet enmity
We were reconciled by the elegy to me
We count the days together
And talk about the weather....
1-20-17
O, piffle foolish and futile
God protect the neighborhood
I loved my corner with intercession
Futile and feebly
Portentous and foreboding
Two feet on the hot coals in Romanticism
A cycle it might be love portent and indication proscribed
As law backed up by the grace
Gustine. where have you been
In a tropical whisper
And dangerous blood for the mob
Within my heart portentous and foreboding
Be my slippery slider to extreme in excess
O, pigeon for peace
Keeping house for thee
For our dear retrospect
In fused Alsatian
Faces that gaze forward
In piffle....
Mileage
1-30-17
Rolling in the mileage
A matter of choosing to forge it for every mesh
A citadel for every fantasy
A façade our cobweb wove in abundance
Most to my own unease
Delayed in the knowledge
For by it cometh sorrow
Much more than being now justified by his blood
We are saved from wrath where beauty is nature's fact
Just as supernatural as can be
As by one man's sin enter the world and death by such
Back from a far horizon
I bring the gift of Roses
I've cried a well
Swimming an ocean of ostentation
By when we were yet enmity
We were reconciled by the elegy to me
We count the days together
And talk about the weather....
Monday, February 20, 2017
encounter
Encounter
1-29-17
Write her so was the exclamation
For a page with more lines to fill
With gibberish and malarkey grave
My little cottage is going underground
Assembling at London
And her neighboring town
According to accountability
And water fountains
A daughter to stand
Our mountains encounter aisle nine
With another ounce of patience
That goeth a long way
If bees are few fully fashioned
In the world of revelry alone will but suffice
Every Sunday return to today again
And never mind next time around
Stand your ground for opening of your door
Uncertified of scene
Enjoy these apple nights
By then I will be fit for it.....
Perambulation
1-30-17
Where Alsatian eyes yet gaze
Shine your light to cut through the haze
For perambulation eyes
Live slow spiral into mid afternoon
Waiting tables, wine or water
Coffee or Coke trends
We miss the mark
I have hacked the line for fate
For the charter to magnetize
Exclusive in perambulation
What fortitude the soul contains our account
Of a coming foot for perambulation
Likewise as God commends his love toward us
For the branch of the organization dot com
Looking for Cowper to perambulate
Nothing to hate
Keeping house for thee...
Pigeoned
1-30-17
In that room a friend await
O, miracle
Moonlight listens
Feel us and befriend us
That we have followed them
Awake to joe according to the gospel of Luke
It's good to know, candy kiss
Sweet tongue and palate
Split the night air down at the market
Not accompanied by others
God commends his love towards us
In that we were yet sinners
Christ died for us to materialize
As a pragmatist
And a realist that paints his masterpiece
In spite of these scribblings
What fortitude the soul contains
And Elysium to but behold
It never gets old
Pigeoned and portentous.....
1-29-17
Write her so was the exclamation
For a page with more lines to fill
With gibberish and malarkey grave
My little cottage is going underground
Assembling at London
And her neighboring town
According to accountability
And water fountains
A daughter to stand
Our mountains encounter aisle nine
With another ounce of patience
That goeth a long way
If bees are few fully fashioned
In the world of revelry alone will but suffice
Every Sunday return to today again
And never mind next time around
Stand your ground for opening of your door
Uncertified of scene
Enjoy these apple nights
By then I will be fit for it.....
Perambulation
1-30-17
Where Alsatian eyes yet gaze
Shine your light to cut through the haze
For perambulation eyes
Live slow spiral into mid afternoon
Waiting tables, wine or water
Coffee or Coke trends
We miss the mark
I have hacked the line for fate
For the charter to magnetize
Exclusive in perambulation
What fortitude the soul contains our account
Of a coming foot for perambulation
Likewise as God commends his love toward us
For the branch of the organization dot com
Looking for Cowper to perambulate
Nothing to hate
Keeping house for thee...
Pigeoned
1-30-17
In that room a friend await
O, miracle
Moonlight listens
Feel us and befriend us
That we have followed them
Awake to joe according to the gospel of Luke
It's good to know, candy kiss
Sweet tongue and palate
Split the night air down at the market
Not accompanied by others
God commends his love towards us
In that we were yet sinners
Christ died for us to materialize
As a pragmatist
And a realist that paints his masterpiece
In spite of these scribblings
What fortitude the soul contains
And Elysium to but behold
It never gets old
Pigeoned and portentous.....
fossil
Fossil
6-26-11
Sweet little loving tonight becomes colossal
Where I dig up an ancient yet new artifact
Like a dinosaur fossil
Where I can celebrate all fears
To turn them into newfangled joys and cheers
Yet the join the cheer club
In my group therapy
Where my own back I give a loving rub
Where in my soul I already have all that I could ever want
With new paradises I am yet to frequent and haunt
As my own friendly ghost
Already giving me things I want the most....
My Well Of Peace
6-26-11
Through the music
It is said that I will achieve my objectives tonight
Where I live again in that I'm already dead
And we wouldn't know our black without the white
Where silence is behind all music
And matter is beside all space
Where all that we count to be forsaken
Is overlaid with the gold of God's grace
And through the music I sing to myself aloud
And of all I do therein
I can be a conqueror and more than proud
In a love that exceeds all self image
Than I could ever fester up
From my well of peace
And her waters for which we need not strive.....
Hope, The Anchor
6-26-11
Hope will be the anchor of my soul
Where my tails catch stormy winds
In my being of the joy in everything I'm seeing
And space for grace I'm yet to be feeling
As today I know salvation like never before
Yet a cold and lukewarm fire is kindled in my desires
For more and more of all that is pure
And tools that I haven't yet found a use for
Where time seems to serve as my whore
And opposites seem to be at war
Hope will be the anchor yet undefferred
Where I'll find my way wherein I have erred....
6-26-11
Sweet little loving tonight becomes colossal
Where I dig up an ancient yet new artifact
Like a dinosaur fossil
Where I can celebrate all fears
To turn them into newfangled joys and cheers
Yet the join the cheer club
In my group therapy
Where my own back I give a loving rub
Where in my soul I already have all that I could ever want
With new paradises I am yet to frequent and haunt
As my own friendly ghost
Already giving me things I want the most....
My Well Of Peace
6-26-11
Through the music
It is said that I will achieve my objectives tonight
Where I live again in that I'm already dead
And we wouldn't know our black without the white
Where silence is behind all music
And matter is beside all space
Where all that we count to be forsaken
Is overlaid with the gold of God's grace
And through the music I sing to myself aloud
And of all I do therein
I can be a conqueror and more than proud
In a love that exceeds all self image
Than I could ever fester up
From my well of peace
And her waters for which we need not strive.....
Hope, The Anchor
6-26-11
Hope will be the anchor of my soul
Where my tails catch stormy winds
In my being of the joy in everything I'm seeing
And space for grace I'm yet to be feeling
As today I know salvation like never before
Yet a cold and lukewarm fire is kindled in my desires
For more and more of all that is pure
And tools that I haven't yet found a use for
Where time seems to serve as my whore
And opposites seem to be at war
Hope will be the anchor yet undefferred
Where I'll find my way wherein I have erred....
work
This Is My Work
6-26-11
There is more to it
Than such a transmutation
As I work through it like it were a job to do
As working on myself will be my dayjob
As I set back out to therapy
And my paycheck will be the enlightenment
Wherein I already possess all treasures of abundance
Where my cup runs over all the way back north through Dover
Where the trial of my faith will be my treasure
Where I'll still be subject to pain and pleasure
Just as well a part of life as is love....
Nature Boy
6-26-11
Had another urgency for the antithesis of pain
That becomes as our joy
In the white lion that makes me more of a man
Wherein I am as my inner child
Quite proud to take the title of the nature boy
And I ask myself
What will I do with the rest of my day
Wherein enlightenment will be my worker's pay....
Anthracite
6-26-11
My anthracite
Yeah, she burns with a clean flame
Where I prosper in love
In that I didn't catch her name
To serve as a meditation
Apart from form
With nothing to adhere to
Nor even try to conform
With all day to blow like money
That is as salt water slipping through my fingers
While so soon the month of July is underway
And my, o my where does all the time go
When I stand on the outside looking in
As I surrender to summer solstice and indeed I win....
6-26-11
There is more to it
Than such a transmutation
As I work through it like it were a job to do
As working on myself will be my dayjob
As I set back out to therapy
And my paycheck will be the enlightenment
Wherein I already possess all treasures of abundance
Where my cup runs over all the way back north through Dover
Where the trial of my faith will be my treasure
Where I'll still be subject to pain and pleasure
Just as well a part of life as is love....
Nature Boy
6-26-11
Had another urgency for the antithesis of pain
That becomes as our joy
In the white lion that makes me more of a man
Wherein I am as my inner child
Quite proud to take the title of the nature boy
And I ask myself
What will I do with the rest of my day
Wherein enlightenment will be my worker's pay....
Anthracite
6-26-11
My anthracite
Yeah, she burns with a clean flame
Where I prosper in love
In that I didn't catch her name
To serve as a meditation
Apart from form
With nothing to adhere to
Nor even try to conform
With all day to blow like money
That is as salt water slipping through my fingers
While so soon the month of July is underway
And my, o my where does all the time go
When I stand on the outside looking in
As I surrender to summer solstice and indeed I win....
plans
Plans
6-26-11
I'll be my own Unitarian and Antiquarian
As a jack of all races, professions and trades
Going back to school and getting good grades
In classes I take in my own home
As I step into the shining car of her beautiful chrome
Washing her clean in my bathtub
Yet to visit the Essex Historical Society
Somehow to check out books
That keep me busy for another hard and good year
Where I take my joy in this learning to cover all fear
As I hold the kinswoman dear and near
Ready to make love with the universe in my own soul....
My Nine More
6-26-11
Nine hours ago
In my joys of my new games and toys
With no need to go out carousing with the boys
Wanting forever devotions
And to step outside of time
In these erotic and spiritual emotions
Where love is where the mind and body meet
Given nine hours to prophesy upon my poet's seat
Yet I'd be better off not placing a number or a quota upon this package
Not promised in my today
As I take up a new book of my fifteen dollar investment
In the treasures of all knowledge
In my today that serves as all I've got....
Seeking The Real Me
6-26-11
They said that one day I'd meet her
And that she would blow my mind
And that I would learn of her Brythonic dances
And become as one of my own kind
Yet to consult the works of Geoffrey Chaucer and Robert Burns
To become as a poet once again
Made new in all he learns
Told to keep it rolling like a river to the sea
Told to learn of her dances
That lead myself to the real me....
6-26-11
I'll be my own Unitarian and Antiquarian
As a jack of all races, professions and trades
Going back to school and getting good grades
In classes I take in my own home
As I step into the shining car of her beautiful chrome
Washing her clean in my bathtub
Yet to visit the Essex Historical Society
Somehow to check out books
That keep me busy for another hard and good year
Where I take my joy in this learning to cover all fear
As I hold the kinswoman dear and near
Ready to make love with the universe in my own soul....
My Nine More
6-26-11
Nine hours ago
In my joys of my new games and toys
With no need to go out carousing with the boys
Wanting forever devotions
And to step outside of time
In these erotic and spiritual emotions
Where love is where the mind and body meet
Given nine hours to prophesy upon my poet's seat
Yet I'd be better off not placing a number or a quota upon this package
Not promised in my today
As I take up a new book of my fifteen dollar investment
In the treasures of all knowledge
In my today that serves as all I've got....
Seeking The Real Me
6-26-11
They said that one day I'd meet her
And that she would blow my mind
And that I would learn of her Brythonic dances
And become as one of my own kind
Yet to consult the works of Geoffrey Chaucer and Robert Burns
To become as a poet once again
Made new in all he learns
Told to keep it rolling like a river to the sea
Told to learn of her dances
That lead myself to the real me....
Sunday, February 19, 2017
lipstick
Lipstick Tree
6-26-11
I find myself in haste
In an urgency to absorb it all
In the zeal of a thirsty sponge
Hungry for knowledge yet more and more
Before I come to know what it's all for
Clinging to the crag of the rock
To slow down the pace just a tad
To seek new truth
That is as dirty as it is pure
Where I am yet to consult the lipstick tree
To be glad that I'm entitled to this wisdom
That comes for free....
With Atrocious Chirography
6-26-11
With atrocious chirography
I write of truths
As a poet that loves to learn therein
Where love will cover a multitude of sin
As the moment I surrender I indeed win
As I kiss my own reflection
To look into my own bright eyes
And with my awful penmanship
I etch out words of what to me today is right
Where I don't know just how I feel tonight....
6-26-11
I find myself in haste
In an urgency to absorb it all
In the zeal of a thirsty sponge
Hungry for knowledge yet more and more
Before I come to know what it's all for
Clinging to the crag of the rock
To slow down the pace just a tad
To seek new truth
That is as dirty as it is pure
Where I am yet to consult the lipstick tree
To be glad that I'm entitled to this wisdom
That comes for free....
With Atrocious Chirography
6-26-11
With atrocious chirography
I write of truths
As a poet that loves to learn therein
Where love will cover a multitude of sin
As the moment I surrender I indeed win
As I kiss my own reflection
To look into my own bright eyes
And with my awful penmanship
I etch out words of what to me today is right
Where I don't know just how I feel tonight....
Saturday, February 18, 2017
lakes
Back To The Lakes
6-26-11
The midnight gangs are assembled
As I wish them love and peace
Where I can kiss her without beholding her lips
As with spittle so anointed is the woolen fleece
And I am yet to return to the places
I haven't seen in years
With much to learn
As the contrast between life and death
I am yet to discern
The midnight gangs are assembled
As they look towards the sensation
To put down all of their weapons
And learn war no more.....
Magic Names
6-26-11
Lighting my sandalwood incense
Deciding that it doesn't need to make perfect sense
Making my reality as the present tense
Reading the book of James
In becoming familiar with ladies and their last names
To utter in my own presence on a bed of roses
Yet to refer to new studies of the history of Aaron and Moses
Where there is no need to worry about going broke when God provides....
Einstein Quote
6-26-11
Reality is merely an illusion
Albeit a very persistent one
Einstein once said this
In a book I now read
To help me make my own dreams come true
As I find myself in my haste of the urgency to get things done
Under God's sun and skies of blue
Where I learn the secrets of life in my loving of You
As I sing aloud and hit the high note and hold it there
And stay in my place of feeling it real
As long as I can in this life of learning
In being more of a man
Content to eat my soup from a can....
6-26-11
The midnight gangs are assembled
As I wish them love and peace
Where I can kiss her without beholding her lips
As with spittle so anointed is the woolen fleece
And I am yet to return to the places
I haven't seen in years
With much to learn
As the contrast between life and death
I am yet to discern
The midnight gangs are assembled
As they look towards the sensation
To put down all of their weapons
And learn war no more.....
Magic Names
6-26-11
Lighting my sandalwood incense
Deciding that it doesn't need to make perfect sense
Making my reality as the present tense
Reading the book of James
In becoming familiar with ladies and their last names
To utter in my own presence on a bed of roses
Yet to refer to new studies of the history of Aaron and Moses
Where there is no need to worry about going broke when God provides....
Einstein Quote
6-26-11
Reality is merely an illusion
Albeit a very persistent one
Einstein once said this
In a book I now read
To help me make my own dreams come true
As I find myself in my haste of the urgency to get things done
Under God's sun and skies of blue
Where I learn the secrets of life in my loving of You
As I sing aloud and hit the high note and hold it there
And stay in my place of feeling it real
As long as I can in this life of learning
In being more of a man
Content to eat my soup from a can....
unorganized
Unorganized Religion
1-16-17
Do you love unorganized religion
Making sure I didn't join a cult
I hear hungry calls of my pigeon
I will punish her for the days of Baals
To which we burn incense still
For his little hearselike figure
Unto itself a dirge
Burning I get that unquestionable sweet conversation
For my breakthrough forever to sleep for the gods of Moabites
We have all our rights
Burning incense to such idols of iron and clay
Of consistency of the feet of the statue
Put away your Baals sailing into tomorrow
I knew what was coming next...
Sketchbook
1-16-17
Leo took his sketchbook
Painting the scene of his mind independent
As the sun you are still the one staggering to the quarterdeck
Coffee is served at the all night all you can eat buffet
Universe opened wide like a hungry mouth
Tasting words of the spiritual for the ramblers in the road
Alone for gamblers cracking the code
Over the phone of their unrelenting energy and optimism
Where Wellington is still sleeping
I no longer call you "My master"
I allure her in spite of disaster....
Zerilli Girls (Do Their Thing)
1-16-17
In the day you call me my husband
We fight and slaughter each other in Asher, our real trouble
Finding out what it's for there on the double
O, brothel keeper seeing the water getting deeper
To give her vineyards and speak to her comfortable words
Out the backdoor to almost perfect weather for the season
Where Jesus is still the reason
Singing there as in the days of her youth
As a poem of hope for Zerilli girls
And many others never sailing the ocean now dissolved
Because of disobedience
As in the days we come out of Egypt
Needle pointing downward....
1-16-17
Do you love unorganized religion
Making sure I didn't join a cult
I hear hungry calls of my pigeon
I will punish her for the days of Baals
To which we burn incense still
For his little hearselike figure
Unto itself a dirge
Burning I get that unquestionable sweet conversation
For my breakthrough forever to sleep for the gods of Moabites
We have all our rights
Burning incense to such idols of iron and clay
Of consistency of the feet of the statue
Put away your Baals sailing into tomorrow
I knew what was coming next...
Sketchbook
1-16-17
Leo took his sketchbook
Painting the scene of his mind independent
As the sun you are still the one staggering to the quarterdeck
Coffee is served at the all night all you can eat buffet
Universe opened wide like a hungry mouth
Tasting words of the spiritual for the ramblers in the road
Alone for gamblers cracking the code
Over the phone of their unrelenting energy and optimism
Where Wellington is still sleeping
I no longer call you "My master"
I allure her in spite of disaster....
Zerilli Girls (Do Their Thing)
1-16-17
In the day you call me my husband
We fight and slaughter each other in Asher, our real trouble
Finding out what it's for there on the double
O, brothel keeper seeing the water getting deeper
To give her vineyards and speak to her comfortable words
Out the backdoor to almost perfect weather for the season
Where Jesus is still the reason
Singing there as in the days of her youth
As a poem of hope for Zerilli girls
And many others never sailing the ocean now dissolved
Because of disobedience
As in the days we come out of Egypt
Needle pointing downward....
paddyrisky
Paddyrisky
1-16-17
Thine hunger hath ceased
Free to do the first thing only God knows
Perhaps lightning strikes thrice
In a land of dreams
Where I make sense out of it
Left to our own devices
Dependent upon what free really means
For his little hearse-like figure
Paddyrisky, goosepond
You say I'm a gambler
I say I'm a thief
From between her breasts all adulteries
Let het put away her harlotries
Slaying us with thirst
Good fix, first things first....
Implacable
1-16-17
Getting through it just fine
Getting to it for this coal mine
My agenda is to devote hours to this
And keep on searching
As my day has just begun
It's going to be another prolific one
Lest I strip her naked and explore her
As in the day she was born
To receive a dollar every Sunday
For impeccable whites in Newport, Rhode Island
Great will be the day of Jezreel
According to all I think and feel
To decorate oblivion's remotest coagulate....
In The Courtyard
1-16-17
In the courtyard of the golden sun
I cross the bridge to say that you are the one
Taking back wool and linen new wine and grain
How can this help me
I inquire diligently on to the hills
She seeketh lovers
Me, she hath forgotten
And again I am begotten
To uncover her lewdness
In the sight of all her lovers
Roll over and look alive
And thank God for my covers
I will hedge up your way with thorns
And write another ditty about gargoyles and unicorns
Fulfilling absolute decree in you and me....
On Hosea 2:11,12
1-16-17
Of antiquated trees
No need to get down on my knees
Accused of murder but yet minding my own bees
Where exigencies never fear
Not even in a dreamtime
Want of a beer where the streets have names
That I cannot pronounce
Me, she hath forgotten saith the Lord
So that we will never get bored
Only overwhelmed
So brave, so true, so gentle
I cause her mirth to cease
For feast days and new moons
And Sabbaths broken
Numbers get smaller
when God gets bigger
By the sugar to serve as my trigger
Restoring her fig trees and vines....
1-16-17
Thine hunger hath ceased
Free to do the first thing only God knows
Perhaps lightning strikes thrice
In a land of dreams
Where I make sense out of it
Left to our own devices
Dependent upon what free really means
For his little hearse-like figure
Paddyrisky, goosepond
You say I'm a gambler
I say I'm a thief
From between her breasts all adulteries
Let het put away her harlotries
Slaying us with thirst
Good fix, first things first....
Implacable
1-16-17
Getting through it just fine
Getting to it for this coal mine
My agenda is to devote hours to this
And keep on searching
As my day has just begun
It's going to be another prolific one
Lest I strip her naked and explore her
As in the day she was born
To receive a dollar every Sunday
For impeccable whites in Newport, Rhode Island
Great will be the day of Jezreel
According to all I think and feel
To decorate oblivion's remotest coagulate....
In The Courtyard
1-16-17
In the courtyard of the golden sun
I cross the bridge to say that you are the one
Taking back wool and linen new wine and grain
How can this help me
I inquire diligently on to the hills
She seeketh lovers
Me, she hath forgotten
And again I am begotten
To uncover her lewdness
In the sight of all her lovers
Roll over and look alive
And thank God for my covers
I will hedge up your way with thorns
And write another ditty about gargoyles and unicorns
Fulfilling absolute decree in you and me....
On Hosea 2:11,12
1-16-17
Of antiquated trees
No need to get down on my knees
Accused of murder but yet minding my own bees
Where exigencies never fear
Not even in a dreamtime
Want of a beer where the streets have names
That I cannot pronounce
Me, she hath forgotten saith the Lord
So that we will never get bored
Only overwhelmed
So brave, so true, so gentle
I cause her mirth to cease
For feast days and new moons
And Sabbaths broken
Numbers get smaller
when God gets bigger
By the sugar to serve as my trigger
Restoring her fig trees and vines....
priori
Priori
1-16-17
Receiving my one hundred dollars every Monday
For the sake of itself
For its transcendental quality
And thought of language and philosophy based on doctrine
Concerned with priori elements in experiences
Which condition human knowledge
Now that the coffee is ready
abstract and metaphysical all in Psalmody
Life is a battle which is why one needs sing out
Lefty and idealistic and visionary
Starting out the day with some Maiden
Let's rock it!
Feast Begineth
1-16-17
Of human bondage of alien freedom
Of Kantian philosophy
Do you believe what you hear and see
Seeking serenity contend on repetition of our mantra
Depending upon what free means
Where the barren bourn seven
And she that hath many children waxes feeble
And the Lord kill and maketh alive
According to His will
O, will we survive?
Time as admiringly
Rendered on their black drapes
At five on the nose
My feast begineth.....
Dublin Streetsingers
1-16-17
Polla Kroni and all of that jazz
It is not according to what a man
Has hired out himself for bread
God knows I need a jumpstart
But not only in my head
Let's rock it for the Abbey in his monastery
Under the supervision of the abbot
Which path do you take
He brings us down to the grave and bringeth up
Short and painstaking
Yet withal so
And we come back to it
Discernment upon the abbey lion
My soul all is well
Now that I have stories to tell.....
1-16-17
Receiving my one hundred dollars every Monday
For the sake of itself
For its transcendental quality
And thought of language and philosophy based on doctrine
Concerned with priori elements in experiences
Which condition human knowledge
Now that the coffee is ready
abstract and metaphysical all in Psalmody
Life is a battle which is why one needs sing out
Lefty and idealistic and visionary
Starting out the day with some Maiden
Let's rock it!
Feast Begineth
1-16-17
Of human bondage of alien freedom
Of Kantian philosophy
Do you believe what you hear and see
Seeking serenity contend on repetition of our mantra
Depending upon what free means
Where the barren bourn seven
And she that hath many children waxes feeble
And the Lord kill and maketh alive
According to His will
O, will we survive?
Time as admiringly
Rendered on their black drapes
At five on the nose
My feast begineth.....
Dublin Streetsingers
1-16-17
Polla Kroni and all of that jazz
It is not according to what a man
Has hired out himself for bread
God knows I need a jumpstart
But not only in my head
Let's rock it for the Abbey in his monastery
Under the supervision of the abbot
Which path do you take
He brings us down to the grave and bringeth up
Short and painstaking
Yet withal so
And we come back to it
Discernment upon the abbey lion
My soul all is well
Now that I have stories to tell.....
Molly
Remembering Molly
1-15-17
O, foreign picturesque delegation melancholy
Remembering Molly but not for folly
To emblazon all heraldic devices
Praise God, it's two in the afternoon
All for the Unitarian
That as well makes his way soon
By rows of rightly men
And a vacuum cleaner that runs like this here pen
Where three is one and Me is Sun
Lopsided and wry
Quite prided we sigh
A gasping of relief
And clasping of the fist of the thief....
Brown (The Coat)
1-15-17
Elemental brown
The coat in her silky gown
For wheat and such an oat
Dying to come to know what that sound is
Turned out is was only a vacuum cleaner
Of its peaceful demeanor in mottled grey
Brown plumage for torticollis tolerable
As gentle rumboldian cough on his guitar
Listen in on the silence of my stentorian star
How happy is the stone of stones
Time to drop out to eat and sleep
In that I said enough....
1-15-17
O, foreign picturesque delegation melancholy
Remembering Molly but not for folly
To emblazon all heraldic devices
Praise God, it's two in the afternoon
All for the Unitarian
That as well makes his way soon
By rows of rightly men
And a vacuum cleaner that runs like this here pen
Where three is one and Me is Sun
Lopsided and wry
Quite prided we sigh
A gasping of relief
And clasping of the fist of the thief....
Brown (The Coat)
1-15-17
Elemental brown
The coat in her silky gown
For wheat and such an oat
Dying to come to know what that sound is
Turned out is was only a vacuum cleaner
Of its peaceful demeanor in mottled grey
Brown plumage for torticollis tolerable
As gentle rumboldian cough on his guitar
Listen in on the silence of my stentorian star
How happy is the stone of stones
Time to drop out to eat and sleep
In that I said enough....
Friday, February 17, 2017
nevermind
Nevermind (Spellcheck)
1-15-17
Making a king over you
You'll find trouble there with every solution in purity within pollution
Dying of starvation but living again in the filling
See the writing on the wall
For coffee a spilling and mirthprovoking passion
Never mind that spellcheck for grandjoker, the archjoker
Still knowing how to play his poker
Having two packs the double and twofold nevermind
The stolen shopping carts
As the blame can only get old when the child is weaned
Hannah will go up with three bullocks
And a bottle of wine nevermind the sign.....
Duple (Our Polka)
1-15-17
To be too soft
It is too hard to ease the pain of idleness
I gave out my last business card
Duple, our polka
Like every grain of sand
Our dance of Bohemian origin
Yearly going up to sacrifice
But my name is not called Nile
Secreted in his thirty-two pockets
Where earthly eyes make us blind straight to the sockets
Miracles happen even in the aging footsteps
In the turning of the sea
Hanging in the balance
Of the you that is in me
As I thank God for translation
God bless them just the same.....
Sinatra Session Begins Again
1-15-17
Sinatra rots my brain
To make her as fertilizer
To grow mushrooms to be young at heart
As rich as you are
For every righteous thing you have a herd
Stand when you are among us
Don't miss the bus!
Unto itself, a dirge
Do you have that same bittersweet urge
By blunderbusses and boomerangs
And magic words, incisors and fangs
Harvesting Monmouth
Not the proper thing unless we stand up and sing
Return to the now
And forget the probability
Of what will be in the end
To adorn and emblazon....
1-15-17
Making a king over you
You'll find trouble there with every solution in purity within pollution
Dying of starvation but living again in the filling
See the writing on the wall
For coffee a spilling and mirthprovoking passion
Never mind that spellcheck for grandjoker, the archjoker
Still knowing how to play his poker
Having two packs the double and twofold nevermind
The stolen shopping carts
As the blame can only get old when the child is weaned
Hannah will go up with three bullocks
And a bottle of wine nevermind the sign.....
Duple (Our Polka)
1-15-17
To be too soft
It is too hard to ease the pain of idleness
I gave out my last business card
Duple, our polka
Like every grain of sand
Our dance of Bohemian origin
Yearly going up to sacrifice
But my name is not called Nile
Secreted in his thirty-two pockets
Where earthly eyes make us blind straight to the sockets
Miracles happen even in the aging footsteps
In the turning of the sea
Hanging in the balance
Of the you that is in me
As I thank God for translation
God bless them just the same.....
Sinatra Session Begins Again
1-15-17
Sinatra rots my brain
To make her as fertilizer
To grow mushrooms to be young at heart
As rich as you are
For every righteous thing you have a herd
Stand when you are among us
Don't miss the bus!
Unto itself, a dirge
Do you have that same bittersweet urge
By blunderbusses and boomerangs
And magic words, incisors and fangs
Harvesting Monmouth
Not the proper thing unless we stand up and sing
Return to the now
And forget the probability
Of what will be in the end
To adorn and emblazon....
Jacobus
Jacobus
1-15-17
Glad I could make you happy
In making me as such
Never mind my Egyptian
And I won't mind your Dutch in Aliquot
Indeed we will go with an abbreviation
I am spoiled but not plundered
As our designated Anglican
The preacher rides a mount
For the one eyed undertaker
God bless him and give him power in what he has to say
Today for a modified episcopal polity
Of eggs fried, steak and onions
Much is to be to be served at a congregation
Where we are graded on a curve....
Cricetid
1-15-17
Please God, no more bitterness or acidity
I need a shot of love from my episcopal friends to but regard
God of Israel grant my petition
To make of me a great mathematician
Go ahead and fast even when you are blessed
Say not you are all talk
In that I've confessed
All for Samuel and Bedan and for Jephthah
Play with fire east of Eden
For upholstered charabaris and great giving of thanks
Got bless brother Rick for from the lemming we won't get sick
In power sucked from the sphere....
Is It Not Today!
1-15-17
Is it not wheat harvest today
Is it not grain season to serve as our pay
Are not all reasons placed at bay
At the visceral houseparty I reevaluate my shopping list
And save forty dollars for my muskrat
To bring come meow fix to my cat
Calling on him to send thunder and rain
You've got something better
Whose ox have I taken
We will not be shaken
Whom have I oppressed?
By their excellences we have confessed
Accomplished on a tribune....
1-15-17
Glad I could make you happy
In making me as such
Never mind my Egyptian
And I won't mind your Dutch in Aliquot
Indeed we will go with an abbreviation
I am spoiled but not plundered
As our designated Anglican
The preacher rides a mount
For the one eyed undertaker
God bless him and give him power in what he has to say
Today for a modified episcopal polity
Of eggs fried, steak and onions
Much is to be to be served at a congregation
Where we are graded on a curve....
Cricetid
1-15-17
Please God, no more bitterness or acidity
I need a shot of love from my episcopal friends to but regard
God of Israel grant my petition
To make of me a great mathematician
Go ahead and fast even when you are blessed
Say not you are all talk
In that I've confessed
All for Samuel and Bedan and for Jephthah
Play with fire east of Eden
For upholstered charabaris and great giving of thanks
Got bless brother Rick for from the lemming we won't get sick
In power sucked from the sphere....
Is It Not Today!
1-15-17
Is it not wheat harvest today
Is it not grain season to serve as our pay
Are not all reasons placed at bay
At the visceral houseparty I reevaluate my shopping list
And save forty dollars for my muskrat
To bring come meow fix to my cat
Calling on him to send thunder and rain
You've got something better
Whose ox have I taken
We will not be shaken
Whom have I oppressed?
By their excellences we have confessed
Accomplished on a tribune....
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
infatiguable
Infatiguable
1-15-17
Struggling through barbed wire
For infatiguable wings that do not tire
Lord bring down enthusiasm seen to be our fire
Where hatred means loving less
When you kiss my cheek with a kiss holy
O, holy moly for two loose leaves
Folded in half fact even while blessed with a fat calf
She was not drunken nor did she regard the shaft to their house at Ramah
And no such melodrama
Put away the wine and may it be to us a sign
Even for Arminianism
One draws his straight line
Even such is crooked in Jacobus....
Piercing Me To The Heart
1-15-17
Again I remind myself of me
As far as earth eyes can see
Piercing me to the heart, thou art
For hollow and socket
As to swallow my rocket
Praise God, I have phone time
To Peniel face to face, the way we feel
Not always grace
God bless the Methodist
And even the Calvinist
He saved my life for John Wesley
Tell her she can look me up
Christ died for all people and not just us
In another crazy dream I wake from
Giving God thanks to have my life back.....
1-15-17
Struggling through barbed wire
For infatiguable wings that do not tire
Lord bring down enthusiasm seen to be our fire
Where hatred means loving less
When you kiss my cheek with a kiss holy
O, holy moly for two loose leaves
Folded in half fact even while blessed with a fat calf
She was not drunken nor did she regard the shaft to their house at Ramah
And no such melodrama
Put away the wine and may it be to us a sign
Even for Arminianism
One draws his straight line
Even such is crooked in Jacobus....
Piercing Me To The Heart
1-15-17
Again I remind myself of me
As far as earth eyes can see
Piercing me to the heart, thou art
For hollow and socket
As to swallow my rocket
Praise God, I have phone time
To Peniel face to face, the way we feel
Not always grace
God bless the Methodist
And even the Calvinist
He saved my life for John Wesley
Tell her she can look me up
Christ died for all people and not just us
In another crazy dream I wake from
Giving God thanks to have my life back.....
sinew
Of Sinew (That Shrank)
1-15-17
All day today
O, I pray
Enough to keep me going for years
She wept and did not eat
As I slept and got up and back down in my seat
Why weepest thou so says Elkanah
Am I not better than riches
No razor comes upon my head
Your earthly eyes make you blind
And natural vision muddles the mind
Eli marked her mouth
And only her lips moved
As for when things go south
We shall be proved she vows a vow
As we live for the now
Of sinew which shrank
We have God to thank....
You Are Correct
1-15-17
It all hits me from below a target direct
Making me cry when I don't know you are correct
Upon a ten by my post
And the thing I love to do the most
From sessions of my fifty gallon tank and fishes
Of the God we thank
Seeing you in the sky above
And no excommunication
If thou give my handmaid a child
Indeed I will get up and kill
And bask in the light upon your window sill
Hannah is favored
God shuts her womb
And it needs not mean ones tomb....
1-15-17
All day today
O, I pray
Enough to keep me going for years
She wept and did not eat
As I slept and got up and back down in my seat
Why weepest thou so says Elkanah
Am I not better than riches
No razor comes upon my head
Your earthly eyes make you blind
And natural vision muddles the mind
Eli marked her mouth
And only her lips moved
As for when things go south
We shall be proved she vows a vow
As we live for the now
Of sinew which shrank
We have God to thank....
You Are Correct
1-15-17
It all hits me from below a target direct
Making me cry when I don't know you are correct
Upon a ten by my post
And the thing I love to do the most
From sessions of my fifty gallon tank and fishes
Of the God we thank
Seeing you in the sky above
And no excommunication
If thou give my handmaid a child
Indeed I will get up and kill
And bask in the light upon your window sill
Hannah is favored
God shuts her womb
And it needs not mean ones tomb....
Zuph
Son Of Zuph
1-15-17
Son of Tohu, son of Zuph
Hannah had no children
Stranger on the roof out of ones city
Yearly to worship and to sacrifice for Hophni and Phinehas
And this beautiful language of the higher love
Because I believe in you with foot on the bracken
And lungs yet to blacken
For the good of firewood
Giving to Peninnah her portions
Don't sweat it over the summit
Possibilities of attics benevolent
Looking around the bend
Don't sweat it....
O, Son Of Elihu
1-15-17
Take a walk inside
It takes just a minute to warm up
O, Ephrathite fill your cup
O, Tulip you are not to be compared to the Rose
Who's talking about the living without measure
Giving, yes, now I'm in gear for heaven
There is no fear, don't sweat it
Going there weekly to put forth my act of worship
To sacrifice in Shiloh
Our Hophni howbeit we are deceived
Son of Elihu shine your light on us
Bringing warmth to my bones
Between thumb and first knuckle
I hope I have been an inspiration....
Who's Us?
1-15-17
Two requests today, my sole
A good day of writing and paid in full telephone time
Giving sons and daughters portions
As the queen of my spirit brings fortunes
Violence in our earthly eyes
Time to change our lenses
Who is us?
Don't answer
Everything as an act of worship
Even battling cancer
As well as Gemini and Aquarius
Peninnah had children
For images and distorted facts
For transported tracts
Who's us?
Don't answer!
1-15-17
Son of Tohu, son of Zuph
Hannah had no children
Stranger on the roof out of ones city
Yearly to worship and to sacrifice for Hophni and Phinehas
And this beautiful language of the higher love
Because I believe in you with foot on the bracken
And lungs yet to blacken
For the good of firewood
Giving to Peninnah her portions
Don't sweat it over the summit
Possibilities of attics benevolent
Looking around the bend
Don't sweat it....
O, Son Of Elihu
1-15-17
Take a walk inside
It takes just a minute to warm up
O, Ephrathite fill your cup
O, Tulip you are not to be compared to the Rose
Who's talking about the living without measure
Giving, yes, now I'm in gear for heaven
There is no fear, don't sweat it
Going there weekly to put forth my act of worship
To sacrifice in Shiloh
Our Hophni howbeit we are deceived
Son of Elihu shine your light on us
Bringing warmth to my bones
Between thumb and first knuckle
I hope I have been an inspiration....
Who's Us?
1-15-17
Two requests today, my sole
A good day of writing and paid in full telephone time
Giving sons and daughters portions
As the queen of my spirit brings fortunes
Violence in our earthly eyes
Time to change our lenses
Who is us?
Don't answer
Everything as an act of worship
Even battling cancer
As well as Gemini and Aquarius
Peninnah had children
For images and distorted facts
For transported tracts
Who's us?
Don't answer!
Lo-Ammi
Lo-Ammi Revisited Again
1-15-17
Got to serve somebody
Need to deserve it my good buddy
God scatters the cities we built
Where wine is spilt
O, Hosea, salvation minor prophet
Bringing a new beginning to the kingdom
With only a half an hour to spare
In that God has no more mercy for those that deny
Who's dead, good God
Only five this time around
For the heist
God gets bigger
And I love my caffeine and sugar
As there it will be said
You are not my people
Where it is said you are the sons of the living God
As horses and horsemen
Where did it come from!
Sitting With Buddha
1-15-17
Praying for laughter during the sermon
Praying that it will be right up my alley
With no such dead end
Shine your light suffering under the law
Quoting such gets the grit in my craw
As the number be as the sand of the sea
And I'm a little bit too blind to see yet
I have mercy on Judah
Even on those whom sit with Buddha
He sits and Jesus walks
Violence in the eyes, girl all through Ethiopia
You are the sons of the living God
Consider Ramathaimzophim
And shine your light on me
And to sacrifice in Shiloh
Where assurances are given
And to the busy intercessions we are driven....
1-15-17
Got to serve somebody
Need to deserve it my good buddy
God scatters the cities we built
Where wine is spilt
O, Hosea, salvation minor prophet
Bringing a new beginning to the kingdom
With only a half an hour to spare
In that God has no more mercy for those that deny
Who's dead, good God
Only five this time around
For the heist
God gets bigger
And I love my caffeine and sugar
As there it will be said
You are not my people
Where it is said you are the sons of the living God
As horses and horsemen
Where did it come from!
Sitting With Buddha
1-15-17
Praying for laughter during the sermon
Praying that it will be right up my alley
With no such dead end
Shine your light suffering under the law
Quoting such gets the grit in my craw
As the number be as the sand of the sea
And I'm a little bit too blind to see yet
I have mercy on Judah
Even on those whom sit with Buddha
He sits and Jesus walks
Violence in the eyes, girl all through Ethiopia
You are the sons of the living God
Consider Ramathaimzophim
And shine your light on me
And to sacrifice in Shiloh
Where assurances are given
And to the busy intercessions we are driven....
Sunday, February 12, 2017
volupcy
Volupcy
1-15-17
Word comes to the sea of Beeri
In the days of Uzziah and Ahaz
And all of that jazz
And all my sister has
Deserving of affection
For the land committed great harlotry
By departing
And God scatters the city
Yeah, ask how I know
And all I can say is that it's faith
Discovering a book I wrote entitled Thou Art
With a torn binding deserving of a fresh start
In from the wilderness
God scatters the city
In which Ahab built a palace
To bear Lo-Ruhamah
Yes, these are gifts earned through tedious shifts
In waves of Volupcy....
These Are Gifts
1-15-17
The deputy walks on hard nails
And someone has it in for me
On my way to Italy
For tendon and for sinew
Our source of strength and power
For distorted facts almost fiction
Getting on with the friction for wiseman torrents
You never know the hurt I suffer
Where all are gifts and all are brothers
O, break the bow in case you want to know
Tarrying in Israel three more weeks
And then take my journey northward
Neil says he wishes
Someone would spread the news....
1-15-17
Word comes to the sea of Beeri
In the days of Uzziah and Ahaz
And all of that jazz
And all my sister has
Deserving of affection
For the land committed great harlotry
By departing
And God scatters the city
Yeah, ask how I know
And all I can say is that it's faith
Discovering a book I wrote entitled Thou Art
With a torn binding deserving of a fresh start
In from the wilderness
God scatters the city
In which Ahab built a palace
To bear Lo-Ruhamah
Yes, these are gifts earned through tedious shifts
In waves of Volupcy....
These Are Gifts
1-15-17
The deputy walks on hard nails
And someone has it in for me
On my way to Italy
For tendon and for sinew
Our source of strength and power
For distorted facts almost fiction
Getting on with the friction for wiseman torrents
You never know the hurt I suffer
Where all are gifts and all are brothers
O, break the bow in case you want to know
Tarrying in Israel three more weeks
And then take my journey northward
Neil says he wishes
Someone would spread the news....
hope for it
Hope For It (And See)
1-14-17
Like my brother before me
Like a spiritual advisor
Somewhat as if we hope for what we see not
Then with patience wait for it
Saved by such a hope even when things look bad
For associates of glows alone
Stopping to smell the rose of stone
Doing something about it
Strike another match and go start anew
Present in full force, the delegation
And I still love you
Technically we never said goodbye
In Osee I call them my people...
Hath Not Potter Power (Over The Clay)
1-14-17
Jacob I love, Esau I hated
Put on your kid glove with ego inflated
Easy to get proud of what you do
Like butterflies mated
Seems I am born for insanity
Where the politics are appalling
And soon sleet is falling
Hath not the Potter power over the clay
Of the same lump all of one bread
We are born for high-voltage insanity
All is vanity of vanity so why even bother
As precincts roll the ominous warning
I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart
Knowing joy will follow....
Ode To All That Believe
1-14-17
It's insanely early
Too soon to call it quits
In Osee I call them my people
Where the church is not about the steeple
Like a lighting rod
May us be close to God
And harness the energy
It is my earnest desire that all should be saved
Over to the east table to get a better view
Being the voyeur but of virtue
Now we are called the children of God
Not someday, yeah, today we are
Looks like I did it all again
Christ is the end of the law
That all have broken....
On Romans 10:4-13
1-14-17
A wee bit obsessive in these patterns repetitive
I reiterate the Word to those who know
And to those who don't
Where the shepherd is asleep
Ring those bells for the blind and deaf
How beautiful are the feet of them that teach
For our industry of morals of idleness
Getting through a long cold winter
Taking action on something in the present tense
Turning lobster red in the frothing surf
So you say I talk rot
But it's all I've got
Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word
The Word is nigh thee....
York County Blues
1-15-17
Roll like dice and take a spin at the wheel
To pay the debts of nature as plain as a pikestaff
In the door at seven eleven
She says when I have my coffee I'm in heaven
Stuck inside a wind chime
Go take a wife of whoredom
Know that being overwhelmed is diverse from boredom
Taking the daughter of Diblain to bear a son Jezreel
Voices say get a move on and to forget about the way I feel
Taking Gomer from Iliad of Homer
Beneath the pandemonium moon
Soon time to get ready to go to church
For the good of York County blues again....
1-14-17
Like my brother before me
Like a spiritual advisor
Somewhat as if we hope for what we see not
Then with patience wait for it
Saved by such a hope even when things look bad
For associates of glows alone
Stopping to smell the rose of stone
Doing something about it
Strike another match and go start anew
Present in full force, the delegation
And I still love you
Technically we never said goodbye
In Osee I call them my people...
Hath Not Potter Power (Over The Clay)
1-14-17
Jacob I love, Esau I hated
Put on your kid glove with ego inflated
Easy to get proud of what you do
Like butterflies mated
Seems I am born for insanity
Where the politics are appalling
And soon sleet is falling
Hath not the Potter power over the clay
Of the same lump all of one bread
We are born for high-voltage insanity
All is vanity of vanity so why even bother
As precincts roll the ominous warning
I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart
Knowing joy will follow....
Ode To All That Believe
1-14-17
It's insanely early
Too soon to call it quits
In Osee I call them my people
Where the church is not about the steeple
Like a lighting rod
May us be close to God
And harness the energy
It is my earnest desire that all should be saved
Over to the east table to get a better view
Being the voyeur but of virtue
Now we are called the children of God
Not someday, yeah, today we are
Looks like I did it all again
Christ is the end of the law
That all have broken....
On Romans 10:4-13
1-14-17
A wee bit obsessive in these patterns repetitive
I reiterate the Word to those who know
And to those who don't
Where the shepherd is asleep
Ring those bells for the blind and deaf
How beautiful are the feet of them that teach
For our industry of morals of idleness
Getting through a long cold winter
Taking action on something in the present tense
Turning lobster red in the frothing surf
So you say I talk rot
But it's all I've got
Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word
The Word is nigh thee....
York County Blues
1-15-17
Roll like dice and take a spin at the wheel
To pay the debts of nature as plain as a pikestaff
In the door at seven eleven
She says when I have my coffee I'm in heaven
Stuck inside a wind chime
Go take a wife of whoredom
Know that being overwhelmed is diverse from boredom
Taking the daughter of Diblain to bear a son Jezreel
Voices say get a move on and to forget about the way I feel
Taking Gomer from Iliad of Homer
Beneath the pandemonium moon
Soon time to get ready to go to church
For the good of York County blues again....
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Riviera
Riviera
1-14-17
On coastal town of Irish Rivera
I salute those who fought for our rights
To do our own thing
With resilience and ability to recover from the setback
And make a comeback
Jacob wrestles a man till daybreak
Therefore we do not eat present in full force
A tragedy near poverty for Dylan late and early
Calling it Peniel
Meaning face of God
My life is preserved
The odds are in my favor
That I will know another victory on Tuesday
And we are called the greatest rope-a-doping....
Salt Of The Earth (Rural Man)
1-14-17
At sunrise I halt
Not always wise to add salt
For time flies when oneself to but yet exalt
Come sinew and tendon and chocolate malt
Touching the hollow socket of Jacob's thigh
It's about to start snowing, my o, my
Where perfidy is the virtue
And mutiny is as value
Now I am but a rural man
Seeing your light come shining
By the coastal town of Spring Lake
We find it but never mind it as we grind it
Start with a fresh batch in the morning
As the palate of hate departs and I am just me
Rope-a-doping....
Hiphip And Vive
1-14-17
Junior foliage disrespectful
But no intended treachery to venerable birds
Killing two with one stone of the assembled multitude
For vanity to divulge
You say it's deep but I have only scratched the surface
For idleness on a snowy Saturday afternoon
Our antiquated tree
Children on the highway
It never stops
Remaining indomitable
Hiphip and vive along the train tracks
A pizza crust
Remembering the details
The Spirit help our infirmities
When we know not what to pray
Groaning inside me....
1-14-17
On coastal town of Irish Rivera
I salute those who fought for our rights
To do our own thing
With resilience and ability to recover from the setback
And make a comeback
Jacob wrestles a man till daybreak
Therefore we do not eat present in full force
A tragedy near poverty for Dylan late and early
Calling it Peniel
Meaning face of God
My life is preserved
The odds are in my favor
That I will know another victory on Tuesday
And we are called the greatest rope-a-doping....
Salt Of The Earth (Rural Man)
1-14-17
At sunrise I halt
Not always wise to add salt
For time flies when oneself to but yet exalt
Come sinew and tendon and chocolate malt
Touching the hollow socket of Jacob's thigh
It's about to start snowing, my o, my
Where perfidy is the virtue
And mutiny is as value
Now I am but a rural man
Seeing your light come shining
By the coastal town of Spring Lake
We find it but never mind it as we grind it
Start with a fresh batch in the morning
As the palate of hate departs and I am just me
Rope-a-doping....
Hiphip And Vive
1-14-17
Junior foliage disrespectful
But no intended treachery to venerable birds
Killing two with one stone of the assembled multitude
For vanity to divulge
You say it's deep but I have only scratched the surface
For idleness on a snowy Saturday afternoon
Our antiquated tree
Children on the highway
It never stops
Remaining indomitable
Hiphip and vive along the train tracks
A pizza crust
Remembering the details
The Spirit help our infirmities
When we know not what to pray
Groaning inside me....
Thursday, February 9, 2017
proportionate
Proportionate
1-14-17
One drove number of oxen
And chisel do but fizzle
As something dependent upon external conditions
Not the best way to live
As for us and a large crowd in motion
Cheer up, my brother
Two to four inches broad over the ford Jabbok
Facedown at the altar and early rising sinners
Do their best work before the sun's light
To appease them with gifts
For herd and flock
And the Word as a house built on a rock
For its specific nature
Natural for us to think this way
Eight days a week and determinate
Time to lather up and get on with it....
Comparative
1-14-17
Really in trouble when you don't remember John 3:16
Comparative of these to but pertain correspondent and proportionate
We're all guilty of it these days
The way I see it
We had lunch and the food was cold
Told by my inner self not to go there again
Having the same key significance
Our relative minor circumstance
Some still dependent on things seen
O, deafening chaos of thunder rare in wintertime
The church bells ring
For another welfare check to sign
Comparative but still quite real...
On Genesis 32:22
1-14-17
I give you what you need
Even when it's something you don't want
Says he on high to pertain to what is coming our way
Jacob took eleven sons to the ford Jabbok
And I were that my house is founded upon a rock
At sunrise he hasted to my surprise
Yet to be exalted upon the hollow of ones thigh socket
To this day but why!
Here on the Shore Irish and Italian
Can make reconciliation and forgive them all their debts
Rice and flowers coming and going
Mega sweet hours
Sinew and tendon and soon ice showers.....
1-14-17
One drove number of oxen
And chisel do but fizzle
As something dependent upon external conditions
Not the best way to live
As for us and a large crowd in motion
Cheer up, my brother
Two to four inches broad over the ford Jabbok
Facedown at the altar and early rising sinners
Do their best work before the sun's light
To appease them with gifts
For herd and flock
And the Word as a house built on a rock
For its specific nature
Natural for us to think this way
Eight days a week and determinate
Time to lather up and get on with it....
Comparative
1-14-17
Really in trouble when you don't remember John 3:16
Comparative of these to but pertain correspondent and proportionate
We're all guilty of it these days
The way I see it
We had lunch and the food was cold
Told by my inner self not to go there again
Having the same key significance
Our relative minor circumstance
Some still dependent on things seen
O, deafening chaos of thunder rare in wintertime
The church bells ring
For another welfare check to sign
Comparative but still quite real...
On Genesis 32:22
1-14-17
I give you what you need
Even when it's something you don't want
Says he on high to pertain to what is coming our way
Jacob took eleven sons to the ford Jabbok
And I were that my house is founded upon a rock
At sunrise he hasted to my surprise
Yet to be exalted upon the hollow of ones thigh socket
To this day but why!
Here on the Shore Irish and Italian
Can make reconciliation and forgive them all their debts
Rice and flowers coming and going
Mega sweet hours
Sinew and tendon and soon ice showers.....
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
spurn
Spurn
1-14-17
Cover me in dignity
Bring me down so I can climb again
The ladder into the sky
O, humblebee with badinage divine
Devils cannot mend as we betray the frame
So far, so good
This is the world where I am found
De la masora
We may escape when Esau attacks
Dividing all he had into two bands
To contemn but not to condemn
Putting us in our places
Flee as a bird to your mountain
Stocking up on fireworks
Olaf Hobrorkeddlion
Do your best to entertain us....
Present For Esau
1-14-17
Tomorrow morning again
Maiden before church weather permitting
If I even needed someone to show you how
To the courts of Eden
Sent as sheep to the slaughter
Jacob distressed
Dividing all he had into two bands
Flourishing on desert sands
To be that most insolent thing
With a roll-like way
The times are a changing
Get your pen and notebook ready
And rob him with a quill
For two hundred ewes and twenty rams
And plenty of yams
Lest He come to smite us
Having He fidelity
But not for our fear....
No Such Threat
1-14-17
Not afraid of mice
If it was up to me I'd let them live
At least tomorrow I have something to give
You do me good and multiply thy seed
As the sand of the sea
For forty kine and tell bulls twenty she asses
And plenty of fools
Making the best of such a setback
But space betwixt drone and drove
And above where I come from
Alabama with my nonscented gas stove
By semi paralyzed dozen of such a party
Never stated today
I live for the here and now
Let he come and smite
I am not worthy of the least of your melodies.....
Failure Is Relative
1-14-17
Go to thy kindred
I deal well with thee
Go to your brothers
Where we don't care to be
The sea drinking cattle
Getting ready for battle
Finding me wandering
Consulting of Commendatory
Yet relative for realism in poetry and prose
God knows
In hallways and staircases
Going up to my white walled room
Failure is a term abstract
Be willing to
Over ford Jabbock
Self medicating
I need to tell you about it
And apologize for this sad news
My clan pours out for hustles
Connected by his blood and the stink of mud.....
1-14-17
Cover me in dignity
Bring me down so I can climb again
The ladder into the sky
O, humblebee with badinage divine
Devils cannot mend as we betray the frame
So far, so good
This is the world where I am found
De la masora
We may escape when Esau attacks
Dividing all he had into two bands
To contemn but not to condemn
Putting us in our places
Flee as a bird to your mountain
Stocking up on fireworks
Olaf Hobrorkeddlion
Do your best to entertain us....
Present For Esau
1-14-17
Tomorrow morning again
Maiden before church weather permitting
If I even needed someone to show you how
To the courts of Eden
Sent as sheep to the slaughter
Jacob distressed
Dividing all he had into two bands
Flourishing on desert sands
To be that most insolent thing
With a roll-like way
The times are a changing
Get your pen and notebook ready
And rob him with a quill
For two hundred ewes and twenty rams
And plenty of yams
Lest He come to smite us
Having He fidelity
But not for our fear....
No Such Threat
1-14-17
Not afraid of mice
If it was up to me I'd let them live
At least tomorrow I have something to give
You do me good and multiply thy seed
As the sand of the sea
For forty kine and tell bulls twenty she asses
And plenty of fools
Making the best of such a setback
But space betwixt drone and drove
And above where I come from
Alabama with my nonscented gas stove
By semi paralyzed dozen of such a party
Never stated today
I live for the here and now
Let he come and smite
I am not worthy of the least of your melodies.....
Failure Is Relative
1-14-17
Go to thy kindred
I deal well with thee
Go to your brothers
Where we don't care to be
The sea drinking cattle
Getting ready for battle
Finding me wandering
Consulting of Commendatory
Yet relative for realism in poetry and prose
God knows
In hallways and staircases
Going up to my white walled room
Failure is a term abstract
Be willing to
Over ford Jabbock
Self medicating
I need to tell you about it
And apologize for this sad news
My clan pours out for hustles
Connected by his blood and the stink of mud.....
Sunday, February 5, 2017
jut
Jutting Out
1-14-17
Truth is a tent of many tenements
For mended Celine literally amphetamine
And Saint Matthew passion
Carry on regardless and monk's mysteries
For trees to climb as we shake these apples
Looking for Phillip Whaler
Not seeing the verity of the situation
Given a new idea of Americana
Catch me if you can
For beauty treatment upon my face
To shine tomorrow inflated and distended
O, swelling protuberance are you
Grasping not my point for Attars to anoint unduly....
Rock On, Protuberance
1-14-17
Discerning, symbolic of pride
Never-ending this joy ride
If in the now such can be for the moment
To kill instead
As artists speak and give inspiration
But from surfaces come commendation
Lead me to the rivers of our vision
To jut and protrude
Forget not the humble or afflicted
What did you mean by self medicating
I'd like to know
As some still say
"I will never be in adversity"
Present at the thrashing
But absent in embracing
Looking good in a new photograph
Just to rock on....
Electrical The Embryo
1-14-17
O, fraud of oppression
The wicked say in their heart
God hath forgotten
Born for adversity
Electrical the embryo
O, strange tribe
And our gathering
Come enemy and thief
I don't weep to hear about it again
Come little sisters for the poor
For their excellent idea
Forget not the humble
Be not as one to stumble
Just the way the cookie will crumble
Modest and submissive
Abase and abound
Church bells ring
The night before me is stretched
To botch and bungle....
1-14-17
Truth is a tent of many tenements
For mended Celine literally amphetamine
And Saint Matthew passion
Carry on regardless and monk's mysteries
For trees to climb as we shake these apples
Looking for Phillip Whaler
Not seeing the verity of the situation
Given a new idea of Americana
Catch me if you can
For beauty treatment upon my face
To shine tomorrow inflated and distended
O, swelling protuberance are you
Grasping not my point for Attars to anoint unduly....
Rock On, Protuberance
1-14-17
Discerning, symbolic of pride
Never-ending this joy ride
If in the now such can be for the moment
To kill instead
As artists speak and give inspiration
But from surfaces come commendation
Lead me to the rivers of our vision
To jut and protrude
Forget not the humble or afflicted
What did you mean by self medicating
I'd like to know
As some still say
"I will never be in adversity"
Present at the thrashing
But absent in embracing
Looking good in a new photograph
Just to rock on....
Electrical The Embryo
1-14-17
O, fraud of oppression
The wicked say in their heart
God hath forgotten
Born for adversity
Electrical the embryo
O, strange tribe
And our gathering
Come enemy and thief
I don't weep to hear about it again
Come little sisters for the poor
For their excellent idea
Forget not the humble
Be not as one to stumble
Just the way the cookie will crumble
Modest and submissive
Abase and abound
Church bells ring
The night before me is stretched
To botch and bungle....
Thursday, February 2, 2017
increase
The Meek Increase
12-13-04
And I am yet to consider
The marsupial and the young that grows in her pouch
And I consider much better off tonight in my studies by candlelight
As my coffee table upon my couch
And I wonder if I would ever get into the stuff on the nature channel
As I consider what it takes to fashion there nighttime garments
Of cotton, wool and flannel
And still I see a need to be meek but not weak
As still I need to learn to abase and abound
As I make every drop of water matter
In a bucket that might leak
As such swallows a thirst will quench
This thirst as sure as a grapefruit is sour and as well round
And in order to become more sharp and keen
We seek the Scriptures in the smaller hours
And pray continually
That we'll know what it could mean....
Growth Requires Change
12-13-04
And there is a thought that troubles my mind
That I believe will not be nearly as bad one month from now
And today as in time there will come healing
And through the trials so established is insight and more for me to say
And it is God that allows this inconvenience
For it is growth that so requires change
And there is a price in growing wiser
And days ahead quite evil and strange
But you will find that in time that it was well the extra trip
As in the writing of another rhyme you can speak out
And no longer need restrain that lower lip
And the words you are given, my friend,
Were meant to be set in motion and spoken out loud
So you dream and pray to one day
Take this gospel back to the ocean
And for the spreading of the Word
Give God the glory as not of yourself are you proud....
Another Collection
12-13-04
And only by way of the Spirit
Can I say that his testimonies are my delight
And this is a treasure worth holding onto
And a good enough reason to stand up and fight
And I will stick my neck out
And I will advocate this cause
And I plan to hang in there for this truth
Without fallacies or flaws
And as the plot grows thicker
The scenery ahead of me may look bleak
But I can see a silver lining
In the thought of the pages
I might occupy in a week
And of relics of these victories
I may start another collection
As for strength to press on
I'll consider again Christ's resurrection
And I am encouraged and exhorted
In the belief that the book we read is true
And I foretell brighter days
In the choosing of the black pen
Rather than the blue....
12-13-04
And I am yet to consider
The marsupial and the young that grows in her pouch
And I consider much better off tonight in my studies by candlelight
As my coffee table upon my couch
And I wonder if I would ever get into the stuff on the nature channel
As I consider what it takes to fashion there nighttime garments
Of cotton, wool and flannel
And still I see a need to be meek but not weak
As still I need to learn to abase and abound
As I make every drop of water matter
In a bucket that might leak
As such swallows a thirst will quench
This thirst as sure as a grapefruit is sour and as well round
And in order to become more sharp and keen
We seek the Scriptures in the smaller hours
And pray continually
That we'll know what it could mean....
Growth Requires Change
12-13-04
And there is a thought that troubles my mind
That I believe will not be nearly as bad one month from now
And today as in time there will come healing
And through the trials so established is insight and more for me to say
And it is God that allows this inconvenience
For it is growth that so requires change
And there is a price in growing wiser
And days ahead quite evil and strange
But you will find that in time that it was well the extra trip
As in the writing of another rhyme you can speak out
And no longer need restrain that lower lip
And the words you are given, my friend,
Were meant to be set in motion and spoken out loud
So you dream and pray to one day
Take this gospel back to the ocean
And for the spreading of the Word
Give God the glory as not of yourself are you proud....
Another Collection
12-13-04
And only by way of the Spirit
Can I say that his testimonies are my delight
And this is a treasure worth holding onto
And a good enough reason to stand up and fight
And I will stick my neck out
And I will advocate this cause
And I plan to hang in there for this truth
Without fallacies or flaws
And as the plot grows thicker
The scenery ahead of me may look bleak
But I can see a silver lining
In the thought of the pages
I might occupy in a week
And of relics of these victories
I may start another collection
As for strength to press on
I'll consider again Christ's resurrection
And I am encouraged and exhorted
In the belief that the book we read is true
And I foretell brighter days
In the choosing of the black pen
Rather than the blue....
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
mud
Mud On My Boots
12-13-04
And in the vineyards of my sweet repetitive dreams
So is opened wide hope's door
And I am driven into the wilderness
To drink from purer streams
And taught by these examples
To steer clear from the idol portrayed as the whore
And one can go to a library to shop
Just as one might go to the supermarket to study
As One will plow through the wheat fields
To thresh of their choice crop
While in the latter rains
All of such terrains now are soaked and muddy
And these travels ahead aren't quite the best for new shoes
And in the entering back in as a guest
You'll have a fresh and new case of the blues
But you will be pardoned in time
And by and by excused and forgiven
As it was because of this that I wrote this rhyme
And because of that by which to new frontiers
I am driven....
Moving The Heavy Bags
12-13-04
And so my true day begins
As approaches again the setting of the sun
And as December begins
There is peace and plenty
As my mind is settled and at ease
To know that most of my Christmas shopping is done
And in being a Christian
The holidays mean so much more to me than the gifts under the tree
As like it were the taste of sweeter grapes
So is the spiritual state of mind that serves as a better way to be
And the tending of such verses is like the manhandling
Of these fifty pound bags of sand
And I work up a sweat in the moving of them
As there is joy to be found there when at last
I come to understand
And in this there is no finality
And when we get through our day of burden
We find no destination
So again survival and triumph
We will celebrate as our devotion
And worship will need to be more than our activity of recreation.....
How I Melt
12-13-04
And it is written
Blessed are the undefiled and the blameless
But we have our doubts that such a thing even really exists
And quite nameless
But still we will have our hope
In our supplications and prayers
As I am alone at a table for six
And for angels I am accustomed to reserve these chairs
And I am as a snowman that begins to melt
In earnest need for a new corn cobb pipe
And now that I've lost weight I need tighten my belt
As there is nourishment yet to be assimilated
When the fruit in storage is yet ripe
And with my remaining five dollars in my deep pocket
I purchase a five pound portion of seedless grapes
As heaven is not a place in space one would reach in a rocket
And the light of day is not for the purpose to shut out in the drawing of the drapes....
12-13-04
And in the vineyards of my sweet repetitive dreams
So is opened wide hope's door
And I am driven into the wilderness
To drink from purer streams
And taught by these examples
To steer clear from the idol portrayed as the whore
And one can go to a library to shop
Just as one might go to the supermarket to study
As One will plow through the wheat fields
To thresh of their choice crop
While in the latter rains
All of such terrains now are soaked and muddy
And these travels ahead aren't quite the best for new shoes
And in the entering back in as a guest
You'll have a fresh and new case of the blues
But you will be pardoned in time
And by and by excused and forgiven
As it was because of this that I wrote this rhyme
And because of that by which to new frontiers
I am driven....
Moving The Heavy Bags
12-13-04
And so my true day begins
As approaches again the setting of the sun
And as December begins
There is peace and plenty
As my mind is settled and at ease
To know that most of my Christmas shopping is done
And in being a Christian
The holidays mean so much more to me than the gifts under the tree
As like it were the taste of sweeter grapes
So is the spiritual state of mind that serves as a better way to be
And the tending of such verses is like the manhandling
Of these fifty pound bags of sand
And I work up a sweat in the moving of them
As there is joy to be found there when at last
I come to understand
And in this there is no finality
And when we get through our day of burden
We find no destination
So again survival and triumph
We will celebrate as our devotion
And worship will need to be more than our activity of recreation.....
How I Melt
12-13-04
And it is written
Blessed are the undefiled and the blameless
But we have our doubts that such a thing even really exists
And quite nameless
But still we will have our hope
In our supplications and prayers
As I am alone at a table for six
And for angels I am accustomed to reserve these chairs
And I am as a snowman that begins to melt
In earnest need for a new corn cobb pipe
And now that I've lost weight I need tighten my belt
As there is nourishment yet to be assimilated
When the fruit in storage is yet ripe
And with my remaining five dollars in my deep pocket
I purchase a five pound portion of seedless grapes
As heaven is not a place in space one would reach in a rocket
And the light of day is not for the purpose to shut out in the drawing of the drapes....
Maharaim
Maharaim
1-14-17
Disappearing in the freezing rain yet to be today
Call it Gilead and for meaning yet to bleed
Dwelling in the mount
O, come thee fount
None can be estranged from beauty
The hideous given their duty
As becoming deities of a foolish heart
For that most insolvent thing
Calling it Maharaim
Jacob afraid and distressed
Wicked in his pride
To persecute the poor
As for his enemies
We puff back at him
Reconciliation
Psalm ten
Good for the pen
I'm at it again
Catholicism deep in my roots
The wicked boast of his heart's desire....
Puff, The Campsite (One Good Rival)
1-14-17
Tonight I build my campsite carefully
Sending to Esau messengers
Unto the land of Seir and no such fear
Serve yourself, coffee is on
Where I break another Sabbath
By a pen a good man will lift his ewe out of the pit
For blast of emission and pig of inhalations and percolations
Tradition bear with me, he enchants
As so he whets my tie pulled till I am strangled
Yet in my church we go casually
In the country of Edom there is a Jason
And he is here among us.....
Crane And Jack
1-14-17
Written in the mid fifties
An essay of mine in a past life
And rot of inhaling
A habit I need to unlearn
Kerouac is always a good idea
As the wicked boast of his heart's desire
Casting nets into the water
Wounded in battle in July
Looking for Hart Crane, our romantic ear
Four hundred with me to go
Like a large order of fries
Tradition bear with me
Time to face the music
And hope for the best
Concerning the epidemic
Our situation seen
As the opportunity
To learn something.....
1-14-17
Disappearing in the freezing rain yet to be today
Call it Gilead and for meaning yet to bleed
Dwelling in the mount
O, come thee fount
None can be estranged from beauty
The hideous given their duty
As becoming deities of a foolish heart
For that most insolvent thing
Calling it Maharaim
Jacob afraid and distressed
Wicked in his pride
To persecute the poor
As for his enemies
We puff back at him
Reconciliation
Psalm ten
Good for the pen
I'm at it again
Catholicism deep in my roots
The wicked boast of his heart's desire....
Puff, The Campsite (One Good Rival)
1-14-17
Tonight I build my campsite carefully
Sending to Esau messengers
Unto the land of Seir and no such fear
Serve yourself, coffee is on
Where I break another Sabbath
By a pen a good man will lift his ewe out of the pit
For blast of emission and pig of inhalations and percolations
Tradition bear with me, he enchants
As so he whets my tie pulled till I am strangled
Yet in my church we go casually
In the country of Edom there is a Jason
And he is here among us.....
Crane And Jack
1-14-17
Written in the mid fifties
An essay of mine in a past life
And rot of inhaling
A habit I need to unlearn
Kerouac is always a good idea
As the wicked boast of his heart's desire
Casting nets into the water
Wounded in battle in July
Looking for Hart Crane, our romantic ear
Four hundred with me to go
Like a large order of fries
Tradition bear with me
Time to face the music
And hope for the best
Concerning the epidemic
Our situation seen
As the opportunity
To learn something.....
ringstraked
Ringstraked
1-14-17
Filling incessantly another cup of coffee
It is as flocks conceive and go mating
For dry lightning on the horizon
And feeble cattle next to Jacob's strong
I love that song
For cathair to brush off the page
Now unseen Laban's cattle do their own thing
Just as well for cigar-shaped arrangements of girders enclosing
And the next plague ringstraked and speckled
For peace of beautiful Spirit
And the cartilage
His countenance
Not as before another battle
In our dirty little war
Return to the land of thy kindred....
Jaeger Sahadutha
1-14-17
As Rachael steals her father's images
Stolen from the sea
I grow sugar beets for your side dish
To flee and go toward Mount Gilead
And gods according to the number of street corners
Laban catches up with those that could not see
Neither good or bad in that it just is
Calling it Jaeger Sahadutha
Dwelling in the caves
Taking up golden staves
For the nicotine another chronic craves
Upon a heap of stones
I have the rest of the present moment
For the Jesuit of orchards
And good apples tonight....
1-14-17
Filling incessantly another cup of coffee
It is as flocks conceive and go mating
For dry lightning on the horizon
And feeble cattle next to Jacob's strong
I love that song
For cathair to brush off the page
Now unseen Laban's cattle do their own thing
Just as well for cigar-shaped arrangements of girders enclosing
And the next plague ringstraked and speckled
For peace of beautiful Spirit
And the cartilage
His countenance
Not as before another battle
In our dirty little war
Return to the land of thy kindred....
Jaeger Sahadutha
1-14-17
As Rachael steals her father's images
Stolen from the sea
I grow sugar beets for your side dish
To flee and go toward Mount Gilead
And gods according to the number of street corners
Laban catches up with those that could not see
Neither good or bad in that it just is
Calling it Jaeger Sahadutha
Dwelling in the caves
Taking up golden staves
For the nicotine another chronic craves
Upon a heap of stones
I have the rest of the present moment
For the Jesuit of orchards
And good apples tonight....
circus
Circus Time
1-14-17
Striped with bonds
Taking the rods of green poplar
We thank God for the shelter from the elements
For oils of fat pork fried crisp
Such is now increased
Stripped with bands and with white stories
Circus time has been born again
Up on that tightrope yet ringstraked
And lost aggrandizement
On the tree of knowledge
It is now increased
We steal silently away
To feel the coming of a new day
Pillar and peeled white strakes
Of the hazel and chestnut....
Hull And Strake
1-14-17
Heavy metal compared to Milton
It's all poetry to me
Taking rods of green poplar
As Laban is accessed in such suffering
Striped with bands
It is now increased our flocks conceived
Before rods making for rigid dirigible
Covered in river mud
By the lowermost portion and boatlike fuselage
In jingle bell rot and rent of another reap season
Peeling strakes in rods separating the cattle
So He can do battle
And girders enclosing pulled and peeled
The savor in the reeled
Monsignor, do your thing.....
1-14-17
Striped with bonds
Taking the rods of green poplar
We thank God for the shelter from the elements
For oils of fat pork fried crisp
Such is now increased
Stripped with bands and with white stories
Circus time has been born again
Up on that tightrope yet ringstraked
And lost aggrandizement
On the tree of knowledge
It is now increased
We steal silently away
To feel the coming of a new day
Pillar and peeled white strakes
Of the hazel and chestnut....
Hull And Strake
1-14-17
Heavy metal compared to Milton
It's all poetry to me
Taking rods of green poplar
As Laban is accessed in such suffering
Striped with bands
It is now increased our flocks conceived
Before rods making for rigid dirigible
Covered in river mud
By the lowermost portion and boatlike fuselage
In jingle bell rot and rent of another reap season
Peeling strakes in rods separating the cattle
So He can do battle
And girders enclosing pulled and peeled
The savor in the reeled
Monsignor, do your thing.....
cultivation
For Cultivation
1-14-17
Will I get lucky today
And come home to a luxurious apartment
With things to say
Now estranged from beauty across
The hardscrabble lives
That we can know for ourselves
When we delve deep enough to understand it
Sometimes the price is steep
Sometimes I delve too deep
All things work together
For good to those that love God
Until then who are called according to his purpose
Patiently wooing these hill creatures
We are God's husbandry for cultivation....
Sweet Seventeen
1-14-17
Down five trails and alcohol fixed rage
Sweet seventeen begins today
According to the beauty of change
Come the trip synonymous to experience
For the raising of livestock
And sparks fly on Market Street
By application of scientific purposes
To prevent epidemics in thrifty management
That's life as we know it
Where management is stewardship
And it all belongs to God anyway
Studying my Latin
Yet to obstruct those that want to know about it
O, trip, the reconciliation
May it be a good one at that....
Cruse Of Honey
1-14-17
Do you say your work is as like fortune telling
As application of scientific principles to arming
Ain't all that cruel truth
Under the influence of her mushrooms
We eat the apple and God made Satan
To make a man out of me
According to Rachael's son Jacob
Meaning adding
Gleaning such a padding
O, trip the light fantastic
To go dancing
Our cruse of honey
Will do the job for cracknels
In a want to leave Laban....
1-14-17
Will I get lucky today
And come home to a luxurious apartment
With things to say
Now estranged from beauty across
The hardscrabble lives
That we can know for ourselves
When we delve deep enough to understand it
Sometimes the price is steep
Sometimes I delve too deep
All things work together
For good to those that love God
Until then who are called according to his purpose
Patiently wooing these hill creatures
We are God's husbandry for cultivation....
Sweet Seventeen
1-14-17
Down five trails and alcohol fixed rage
Sweet seventeen begins today
According to the beauty of change
Come the trip synonymous to experience
For the raising of livestock
And sparks fly on Market Street
By application of scientific purposes
To prevent epidemics in thrifty management
That's life as we know it
Where management is stewardship
And it all belongs to God anyway
Studying my Latin
Yet to obstruct those that want to know about it
O, trip, the reconciliation
May it be a good one at that....
Cruse Of Honey
1-14-17
Do you say your work is as like fortune telling
As application of scientific principles to arming
Ain't all that cruel truth
Under the influence of her mushrooms
We eat the apple and God made Satan
To make a man out of me
According to Rachael's son Jacob
Meaning adding
Gleaning such a padding
O, trip the light fantastic
To go dancing
Our cruse of honey
Will do the job for cracknels
In a want to leave Laban....
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