Streetwise
3-5-17
Keep on jiving around about Jesus
I wish you well on your way
Here I am, send me
Across the way to touch a brother
Fulfilled in latter days as these here and now
We don't need to wait for heaven
Down Florin in search of a famous comer
For Ali Mohammed
Once again I was mad
Every day can be a Sunday
In the books always there within and subtle
Breaking forth in hymn
Having an impact on us all
God bless these scribblings
Made plain in typeset
Slightly flecked and double decked
With Louisville experience streetwise....
Shadow, Ride Boldly
3-5-17
Shadow, said he
Where can it be
Over the mountains of the moon
As they are moved we get messed up
For a good cause
In my heart the prints of my cat's paws
Sadly I know it is but temporary
To be shorn of strength
In this seed shall all kindreds know of benediction
Blessed just to be blessed to be me
I am blessed to be me
I am a child of the King
So I stand up and sing
Yea, on this day we receive strength
In the light in absence and presence of it
We're letting you do your thing
In Jesus ride boldly.....
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
essay
Essay
3-5-17
Entering my monastery
To leave the world behind
Confound it, so be it
For our Cistercians and Father's thought available
Transforming oneself by expansion of the essay
Sunup, lights out
Southbound in the climate of monastic prayer
Where father Levis completes his journey
And I come home to a wondrous feast
In a literary sense
Worth more than a thousand pence
As to offer a synthesis
On the corner of Fourth and Walnut
Born in the backseat...
Manuscrip
3-5-17
Black and white
Breaking off on a hymn of thanksgiving
By reality of ones solidarity
Back by unfreedoms so chained
Prevailing previous formation
You are worthy to take the scroll
And to open its seals as sitting ducks
We taste our own vengeance
Out of a shared vision
Yet in my indecision
And early unpublished manuscrips
Where Lehi's seed are to receive the gospel
As did the Israelites likened unto the almond tree
Whose natural branches are grafted in again
Gaily bedight O, gallant knight
The danger is past...
Let's See!
3-5-17
Stand up to sing and look alive
Heal her broken wing and you will survive
Living in the formation it sought to give
Getting ready to go to a sermon
That will help me to live
Against the weight of prevailing solidarity
Don't mess up a good thing for the little fishies and corn chips
As our seed hast dwindled for our fullness
I bring it on home for you
Jesus gaily bedight In modest apparel
I am what I am in Him today
Be no such fool
To be commanded to our olive tree
Let's see!
3-5-17
Entering my monastery
To leave the world behind
Confound it, so be it
For our Cistercians and Father's thought available
Transforming oneself by expansion of the essay
Sunup, lights out
Southbound in the climate of monastic prayer
Where father Levis completes his journey
And I come home to a wondrous feast
In a literary sense
Worth more than a thousand pence
As to offer a synthesis
On the corner of Fourth and Walnut
Born in the backseat...
Manuscrip
3-5-17
Black and white
Breaking off on a hymn of thanksgiving
By reality of ones solidarity
Back by unfreedoms so chained
Prevailing previous formation
You are worthy to take the scroll
And to open its seals as sitting ducks
We taste our own vengeance
Out of a shared vision
Yet in my indecision
And early unpublished manuscrips
Where Lehi's seed are to receive the gospel
As did the Israelites likened unto the almond tree
Whose natural branches are grafted in again
Gaily bedight O, gallant knight
The danger is past...
Let's See!
3-5-17
Stand up to sing and look alive
Heal her broken wing and you will survive
Living in the formation it sought to give
Getting ready to go to a sermon
That will help me to live
Against the weight of prevailing solidarity
Don't mess up a good thing for the little fishies and corn chips
As our seed hast dwindled for our fullness
I bring it on home for you
Jesus gaily bedight In modest apparel
I am what I am in Him today
Be no such fool
To be commanded to our olive tree
Let's see!
Monday, March 27, 2017
conscious
Conscious Of It
3-5-17
Don't mess up a good thing today
With my twenty-one dollar investment
Like paying for a ticket for a show
Concisions of the second Vatican council's call
One of Tom's favorites for direst contemplation oblique
Up with the Irons idealistic
I know victory in good old fashioned sound
Yet to close ones eyes to still the wind and rain
In honor of those subliminaries with ramifications
To pursue his ideal....
Latin Necessary
3-5-17
Ends ablaze
Who's for the maze
And corridors of enthusiasm
Craze in learning
I am burning
Loving those fathers and their Latin
Clad in cotton, wool and satin
A Cistercian for a day
Why not try it out
As if it were my own
Today crystal clear with the Allmans
Grieved in the happiness of my own heart
In the works of his hand
For wasted words tasted like curds
For the remnant of our seed
Yet to be grafted in
Being as the branch tender
In being the pretender
Close call and no such coffee spill
As the cause of our disputation...
3-5-17
Don't mess up a good thing today
With my twenty-one dollar investment
Like paying for a ticket for a show
Concisions of the second Vatican council's call
One of Tom's favorites for direst contemplation oblique
Up with the Irons idealistic
I know victory in good old fashioned sound
Yet to close ones eyes to still the wind and rain
In honor of those subliminaries with ramifications
To pursue his ideal....
Latin Necessary
3-5-17
Ends ablaze
Who's for the maze
And corridors of enthusiasm
Craze in learning
I am burning
Loving those fathers and their Latin
Clad in cotton, wool and satin
A Cistercian for a day
Why not try it out
As if it were my own
Today crystal clear with the Allmans
Grieved in the happiness of my own heart
In the works of his hand
For wasted words tasted like curds
For the remnant of our seed
Yet to be grafted in
Being as the branch tender
In being the pretender
Close call and no such coffee spill
As the cause of our disputation...
Sunday, March 26, 2017
forefathers
Forefathers
3-5-17
We sometimes call it bull excrement
When we fail to understand
As all the kindreds of the earth be blessed
There, I said enough
As strength fails us at length
Our fathers have not spoken of our seed alone
Up at four writing again for my where
In all kindreds of the earth
He'd be blessed
She's not my sister and it's my ball to love
To knowledge of our forefathers
From behind my west wall
It's the Lord's day
And that's all I really need to know.....
Around The Throne
3-5-17
Hoping to get to the good stuff
Caring in a saying that Jesus is enough
Where our fathers are not taken by faith
As our true token
Thy to give your pillow a chance
And dream big
As happily I realize a tree without her fig
As we are the covenant people
Hungry and thirsty for the truth
In thy seer shall all kindreds of earth be blessed
So it's Maiden in the morning
For this gallant knight
Where vignettes are drawn to entomb us
For a call to renewal....
3-5-17
We sometimes call it bull excrement
When we fail to understand
As all the kindreds of the earth be blessed
There, I said enough
As strength fails us at length
Our fathers have not spoken of our seed alone
Up at four writing again for my where
In all kindreds of the earth
He'd be blessed
She's not my sister and it's my ball to love
To knowledge of our forefathers
From behind my west wall
It's the Lord's day
And that's all I really need to know.....
Around The Throne
3-5-17
Hoping to get to the good stuff
Caring in a saying that Jesus is enough
Where our fathers are not taken by faith
As our true token
Thy to give your pillow a chance
And dream big
As happily I realize a tree without her fig
As we are the covenant people
Hungry and thirsty for the truth
In thy seer shall all kindreds of earth be blessed
So it's Maiden in the morning
For this gallant knight
Where vignettes are drawn to entomb us
For a call to renewal....
chin up
Chin Up (Eremitical)
3-4-17
Of His solidarity and thanksgiving
Ride boldly
Ride but not for your pride
Sadly I know the sound of their joy
An attitude comparable with God's love
Give it another chance
For the continuity of Arlington
Living the eremitical
There's no sleeping here till dark falls
Each elder with his harp
As storm clouds clear
Entertain soon the prayer of the heart
But what about right now
And at that time they proceeded
Out to see something new
And to soon in other places
On a day without you
Where the work of the Father shall commence
Chin up like a lighthouse...
On First Nephi 14:21
3-4-17
Finding another ship close to shore
Shine your light on the most precious
And easy to the understanding of all men such is this pen
Scattered upon these inkwells
Written plain and pure as if to endure
Caught in the moment
Thank heaven of the crisis
Shorn of all shadow for shells by the seashore
Now in my bed while sitting out here
She says I need to learn to be in two places at one time
So indeed I am already there
Fancy me, alive yet still dying to myself
Write the remainder of these things in this book to the churches
For you were slain...
I Had To Ask
3-4-17
The remainder still thou see
To but justify what you cannot
Such suffering is not in vain
In that it's all for Jesus
As we look behind the veil
Looking to open those seals
Where the lightning strikes
For eventual universal adoration
To look beyond the veil
Worthy is the Lamb that is slain
To take away all of our pain
Just focus on things that truly matter
As in holding these pages open
As to gather as to scatter
In our latter days the gathering
Likened unto an olive tree
And branches grafted in again
O, am I amongst the wicked
I had to ask!
3-4-17
Of His solidarity and thanksgiving
Ride boldly
Ride but not for your pride
Sadly I know the sound of their joy
An attitude comparable with God's love
Give it another chance
For the continuity of Arlington
Living the eremitical
There's no sleeping here till dark falls
Each elder with his harp
As storm clouds clear
Entertain soon the prayer of the heart
But what about right now
And at that time they proceeded
Out to see something new
And to soon in other places
On a day without you
Where the work of the Father shall commence
Chin up like a lighthouse...
On First Nephi 14:21
3-4-17
Finding another ship close to shore
Shine your light on the most precious
And easy to the understanding of all men such is this pen
Scattered upon these inkwells
Written plain and pure as if to endure
Caught in the moment
Thank heaven of the crisis
Shorn of all shadow for shells by the seashore
Now in my bed while sitting out here
She says I need to learn to be in two places at one time
So indeed I am already there
Fancy me, alive yet still dying to myself
Write the remainder of these things in this book to the churches
For you were slain...
I Had To Ask
3-4-17
The remainder still thou see
To but justify what you cannot
Such suffering is not in vain
In that it's all for Jesus
As we look behind the veil
Looking to open those seals
Where the lightning strikes
For eventual universal adoration
To look beyond the veil
Worthy is the Lamb that is slain
To take away all of our pain
Just focus on things that truly matter
As in holding these pages open
As to gather as to scatter
In our latter days the gathering
Likened unto an olive tree
And branches grafted in again
O, am I amongst the wicked
I had to ask!
Thursday, March 23, 2017
idealistic
Idealistic
3-4-17
Here's to our false awakening suite
Soon to be as discoverers
Come aims of founders of order
In my next bible journey
Begun in September of the year of '01
Needing a boost of morale
Biggest problem yourself
Don't allow it to prevent you from being your best
Gaily bedight
Love never gets old
Casting crown before the throne
Saying You are worthy to receive power and glory
So that even the Cistercian can tell his story
Looking for the life I left behind
One day we walk on streets of gold
For the wealth all around us
As angels exalt Him....
Of Trappist Trade
3-4-17
If you seek for Eldorado
Running from the enemy inside
For papers in my collection
And much pride in Latin background our Cistercian
Every time I mention it I commit it to memory
As you rise above the crowd
As a stranger in the crowd
Cast all misgivings aside
Caught up in the law of gravity
See it full circle again
And five more following this
Such is bliss shorn no longer
I let my hair grow
Seven horns and seven eyes upon one stone
Expose it I marvel
Through the looking glass
As pilgrims wandering.....
3-4-17
Here's to our false awakening suite
Soon to be as discoverers
Come aims of founders of order
In my next bible journey
Begun in September of the year of '01
Needing a boost of morale
Biggest problem yourself
Don't allow it to prevent you from being your best
Gaily bedight
Love never gets old
Casting crown before the throne
Saying You are worthy to receive power and glory
So that even the Cistercian can tell his story
Looking for the life I left behind
One day we walk on streets of gold
For the wealth all around us
As angels exalt Him....
Of Trappist Trade
3-4-17
If you seek for Eldorado
Running from the enemy inside
For papers in my collection
And much pride in Latin background our Cistercian
Every time I mention it I commit it to memory
As you rise above the crowd
As a stranger in the crowd
Cast all misgivings aside
Caught up in the law of gravity
See it full circle again
And five more following this
Such is bliss shorn no longer
I let my hair grow
Seven horns and seven eyes upon one stone
Expose it I marvel
Through the looking glass
As pilgrims wandering.....
stemming
Stemming
3-4-17
Searching for the moments where you could not resist
My fragile frame enabling one to behold my darkness
Added to new light
Tomorrow morning after a storm shall print worse tomes
War and Peace, Tolstoy
Pleasing just to feel it
The emotion stems from the thought
Two more hours and I'll be on board
Mocker to the One that loved so
Nearly buried beneath the surface
Back into Eldorado for Annie
Idealistic and out of this world uncanny
Put on another long record and presume to press onward
Gathering up all choir novices to sing out....
Clocks Tick
3-4-17
O'er his heart a shallow silence in the studio
But for a moment of listening up for the smaller sounds
Of clocks ticking
For the twenty-four in white robes
And thirty ear lobes
Of mirror balls and strobes
By Your will they exist and were created
And it is nothing to be hated
O, Man among men
Take up tablet and pen
Christian and Cistercian
All will find the way back to it
When we do it....
3-4-17
Searching for the moments where you could not resist
My fragile frame enabling one to behold my darkness
Added to new light
Tomorrow morning after a storm shall print worse tomes
War and Peace, Tolstoy
Pleasing just to feel it
The emotion stems from the thought
Two more hours and I'll be on board
Mocker to the One that loved so
Nearly buried beneath the surface
Back into Eldorado for Annie
Idealistic and out of this world uncanny
Put on another long record and presume to press onward
Gathering up all choir novices to sing out....
Clocks Tick
3-4-17
O'er his heart a shallow silence in the studio
But for a moment of listening up for the smaller sounds
Of clocks ticking
For the twenty-four in white robes
And thirty ear lobes
Of mirror balls and strobes
By Your will they exist and were created
And it is nothing to be hated
O, Man among men
Take up tablet and pen
Christian and Cistercian
All will find the way back to it
When we do it....
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
evocative
Evocative Imagery
3-4-17
Our own dear father Louis
And now, brother
Tom makes his way onto the beat
Scene for those in search of more
About these deeply embedded roots
No one in his time for the fabric of reality
And a piece of me that dies afresh
Not just another good piece
But a milestone to those that can see it
For what it is worth
For the Raven and the Bells
And a chant of relief
God send me something
I can get a grip upon
As soon I get my trip on
For contemplation direct
Where rivers intersect
Like centering prayers of the heart
Such is art....
Small Print, Large Tomes
3-4-17
Every day can be as a holiday
As artists are born
And one day yet die once
Whereby we plunge into the divine direct
It's calling tonight
Through his creation
Fight for what is just
No sense in waiting for the mail
Lady under my pavilion shady
Yes, that's the person
Why we still try to live and die
And say hello, goodbye
To lie down by your side
I rise again from the pines for sumptuous confection
Gray where now is blue
Riding along through West Virginia
In Mother's passenger seat
Oblique...
I Hope You Brought Your Appetite
3-4-17
When life and death doth install leaves me
Much to hope for coming undone
Mention a man of extraordinary prowess
I can't lie anymore nor pretend
By the second Vatican council
I beg forgiveness and God hears my prayer
Of many far wiser than we
Accept me as I am
He will in prowess and in skill
By such infirmity
Not as medicine in the form of a pill
As Hank comes in for the kill
Compiled by minge
All in Latin
We have much studying to do
Yes it is new again
To those with ears to hear inclined.....
None So Devotional
3-4-17
Among burning terms in live
Live for the moment
Memory wellstored
Entering the monastery
He leaves the world behind
Christian and Cistercian
No presence here denied to the soul
Than live itself
Mother, you have made my day
Doth a gift so blind
The vile idealistic
As the pundit so be it
Almost impossible for most aspirants
Tacked so is the karma of killers of time
Such as is me
Today where life did reinstall
All that stood fast and did not fall
The biggest problem is ourselves
For my Merton books upon my shelves....
3-4-17
Our own dear father Louis
And now, brother
Tom makes his way onto the beat
Scene for those in search of more
About these deeply embedded roots
No one in his time for the fabric of reality
And a piece of me that dies afresh
Not just another good piece
But a milestone to those that can see it
For what it is worth
For the Raven and the Bells
And a chant of relief
God send me something
I can get a grip upon
As soon I get my trip on
For contemplation direct
Where rivers intersect
Like centering prayers of the heart
Such is art....
Small Print, Large Tomes
3-4-17
Every day can be as a holiday
As artists are born
And one day yet die once
Whereby we plunge into the divine direct
It's calling tonight
Through his creation
Fight for what is just
No sense in waiting for the mail
Lady under my pavilion shady
Yes, that's the person
Why we still try to live and die
And say hello, goodbye
To lie down by your side
I rise again from the pines for sumptuous confection
Gray where now is blue
Riding along through West Virginia
In Mother's passenger seat
Oblique...
I Hope You Brought Your Appetite
3-4-17
When life and death doth install leaves me
Much to hope for coming undone
Mention a man of extraordinary prowess
I can't lie anymore nor pretend
By the second Vatican council
I beg forgiveness and God hears my prayer
Of many far wiser than we
Accept me as I am
He will in prowess and in skill
By such infirmity
Not as medicine in the form of a pill
As Hank comes in for the kill
Compiled by minge
All in Latin
We have much studying to do
Yes it is new again
To those with ears to hear inclined.....
None So Devotional
3-4-17
Among burning terms in live
Live for the moment
Memory wellstored
Entering the monastery
He leaves the world behind
Christian and Cistercian
No presence here denied to the soul
Than live itself
Mother, you have made my day
Doth a gift so blind
The vile idealistic
As the pundit so be it
Almost impossible for most aspirants
Tacked so is the karma of killers of time
Such as is me
Today where life did reinstall
All that stood fast and did not fall
The biggest problem is ourselves
For my Merton books upon my shelves....
vallombrosan
Vallombrosan
2-20-17
Shall evil be repaid with good
In all memory and fate
The Byrds do a wonderful version
Of that song for me
In that jingle jangled morning
I follow suit and keep on my other boot
Shaking bodies asunder
For spoil and plunder
The cowboy angel rides betwixt
In driving attention to oneself
In the confraternity shadowing metal badge
Change is good when you decide to accept it
Marred in the land of the potter
Just to be glued back together
By Word and doctrine
Trash that serves as treasure
Maria quite glad when I go mad
To whisper in the wing and wait
For our succeeding king
And Vallombrosan
To state it plainly...
Cornfield Of My Hope
2-20-17
No sense in trying to call
As remnants are torn in fields of good corn
Busy being born for inkhorns. arrows and loaves
She wanted her blouse too
To play three more CD's
Hoping that Joe wouldn't come in drunk
For all propriety hissing
And an holy kissing to invest in
Accompanying by men of Judah
Handing my pen over to Buddha
To pluck up and pull down
Glad of a new winter coat with two layers and zippers
Don't need it today
Thanks, Maria
As all have solutions to the mystery of faith
Take no thought of the journey ahead
It's life and life only for shells, wallets and sneers
Giving God today my fears
Colored with vexation
Such a tool to refine...
On Neginoth upon Shemaiah
2-20-17
Across candy bridge
It has just begun
Alpha to divide
The war is already won
In that we surrender
Eating cakes we are accused of stealing
On Neginoth and upon Shemaiah
Our poem set to musick with a 'K'
Of harp and of Lyre
Not to carp or cause one fear
Take no thought of what to eat or wear
Nothing at all till sundown
You'll live to see another sunset and sunrise
Is it true Poe only lived to forty
Of good writing voracious
No mistakes in life
You can see it that way
And tonight I'm in good hands
In hopes for my tomorrow
God bless the Nephites too...
2-20-17
Shall evil be repaid with good
In all memory and fate
The Byrds do a wonderful version
Of that song for me
In that jingle jangled morning
I follow suit and keep on my other boot
Shaking bodies asunder
For spoil and plunder
The cowboy angel rides betwixt
In driving attention to oneself
In the confraternity shadowing metal badge
Change is good when you decide to accept it
Marred in the land of the potter
Just to be glued back together
By Word and doctrine
Trash that serves as treasure
Maria quite glad when I go mad
To whisper in the wing and wait
For our succeeding king
And Vallombrosan
To state it plainly...
Cornfield Of My Hope
2-20-17
No sense in trying to call
As remnants are torn in fields of good corn
Busy being born for inkhorns. arrows and loaves
She wanted her blouse too
To play three more CD's
Hoping that Joe wouldn't come in drunk
For all propriety hissing
And an holy kissing to invest in
Accompanying by men of Judah
Handing my pen over to Buddha
To pluck up and pull down
Glad of a new winter coat with two layers and zippers
Don't need it today
Thanks, Maria
As all have solutions to the mystery of faith
Take no thought of the journey ahead
It's life and life only for shells, wallets and sneers
Giving God today my fears
Colored with vexation
Such a tool to refine...
On Neginoth upon Shemaiah
2-20-17
Across candy bridge
It has just begun
Alpha to divide
The war is already won
In that we surrender
Eating cakes we are accused of stealing
On Neginoth and upon Shemaiah
Our poem set to musick with a 'K'
Of harp and of Lyre
Not to carp or cause one fear
Take no thought of what to eat or wear
Nothing at all till sundown
You'll live to see another sunset and sunrise
Is it true Poe only lived to forty
Of good writing voracious
No mistakes in life
You can see it that way
And tonight I'm in good hands
In hopes for my tomorrow
God bless the Nephites too...
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
drumcondra
Drumcondra
2-20-17
Still don't know what day it is by heart
Need to check my wristwatch often
In disappointed shyness and reticence
Meeting the tip of my own chin
The man asks who do you think you are
All for Trinitarians whoever they are
For Ginger Mooney as to refill the sixteen ounce mug
For supply in demand of Chock Full of Nuts
Only one dollar more
Streets shining in the black ice we hope not to see again
From the pillar to Drumcondra
With Miami and aureoles and mint Oreos
As my weariness amazes me at the chime of noon
Still reeling it out
Don't make me come over there
So says the devil
Glad for Dublin by lamplight
Laundry complete
And son of poor Francis.....
2-20-17
Still don't know what day it is by heart
Need to check my wristwatch often
In disappointed shyness and reticence
Meeting the tip of my own chin
The man asks who do you think you are
All for Trinitarians whoever they are
For Ginger Mooney as to refill the sixteen ounce mug
For supply in demand of Chock Full of Nuts
Only one dollar more
Streets shining in the black ice we hope not to see again
From the pillar to Drumcondra
With Miami and aureoles and mint Oreos
As my weariness amazes me at the chime of noon
Still reeling it out
Don't make me come over there
So says the devil
Glad for Dublin by lamplight
Laundry complete
And son of poor Francis.....
Monday, March 20, 2017
disposition
Disposition
2-20-17
God, what would you have me to do
About the situation in my apartment
Rented through a generous government on Jesus' shoulders
For inborn and inherent qualities good and bad
It was the best I ever had
By the wisdom of God words lay safely in our hands
For pens to yet christen
Sweet love of my life
Radiant jewel of predominate tendency
All so clear
Nothing but fear to fear
Come the voice of those that speak from the dust
May it be our lust
As in God we trust
As to consult ether
Something I know next to nothing of
To respond to it with love
Come the final settlement
Of what comes next....
Premonstratensian
2-20-17
O, cloak and dagger dangle
And statues made of trogue's laps
Almost inborn
In such a lifestyle
At the bridge of twilight
Seeking perfection
As soon we hear the frogs of March
And as of now it's just my and my elixir of the gods
And Premonstratensian inclined to the comforts of nature
Looking up to see a hawk fly over my head
Disposed to pleasure for another season
Her cane turns into a sword
And I swallow it as if back in the Circistime of reality
Merely an illusion a very persistent one
God bless the sons of Dominic
Still speaking leasing
I'll have you to understand it
And cut the engine honest...
2-20-17
God, what would you have me to do
About the situation in my apartment
Rented through a generous government on Jesus' shoulders
For inborn and inherent qualities good and bad
It was the best I ever had
By the wisdom of God words lay safely in our hands
For pens to yet christen
Sweet love of my life
Radiant jewel of predominate tendency
All so clear
Nothing but fear to fear
Come the voice of those that speak from the dust
May it be our lust
As in God we trust
As to consult ether
Something I know next to nothing of
To respond to it with love
Come the final settlement
Of what comes next....
Premonstratensian
2-20-17
O, cloak and dagger dangle
And statues made of trogue's laps
Almost inborn
In such a lifestyle
At the bridge of twilight
Seeking perfection
As soon we hear the frogs of March
And as of now it's just my and my elixir of the gods
And Premonstratensian inclined to the comforts of nature
Looking up to see a hawk fly over my head
Disposed to pleasure for another season
Her cane turns into a sword
And I swallow it as if back in the Circistime of reality
Merely an illusion a very persistent one
God bless the sons of Dominic
Still speaking leasing
I'll have you to understand it
And cut the engine honest...
whit
Whit-Monday Again
2-20-17
On Whit-Monday trips
All leading to the same place
Paying tramfare as one to understand it
On another level in rebuking the devil
In a straight betwixt
All is God's or mine all mine
Bringing attention to myself
Or give all glory to God
As nature has her eleven meanings
For mountains, trees and animals and rivers
And the sinner Christ delivers
Ascending as before
Our kind and sort
As to beg and implore us
To change our evil ways
Like a pie and her sweet slither
Vice ridden by all that is natural
By animal instinct
We still want it
But we already have it made....
Innately (Salt It)
2-20-17
O, remnant of reason to call them up
And the moon fades away
For inlet, isthmus at bay keeping it in check
Am I here?
Are you right?
I look up and behold the same messenger
A cloud that won't rain
For a more complete account
Consult it and lightly salt it
For ones temperament and disposition
The soldier is touched
Plat four more CD's
And you'll soon be on board innately
We make our way on the east edge of town
At a mark and acting as the bull's eye
O, why!
But by nature...
2-20-17
On Whit-Monday trips
All leading to the same place
Paying tramfare as one to understand it
On another level in rebuking the devil
In a straight betwixt
All is God's or mine all mine
Bringing attention to myself
Or give all glory to God
As nature has her eleven meanings
For mountains, trees and animals and rivers
And the sinner Christ delivers
Ascending as before
Our kind and sort
As to beg and implore us
To change our evil ways
Like a pie and her sweet slither
Vice ridden by all that is natural
By animal instinct
We still want it
But we already have it made....
Innately (Salt It)
2-20-17
O, remnant of reason to call them up
And the moon fades away
For inlet, isthmus at bay keeping it in check
Am I here?
Are you right?
I look up and behold the same messenger
A cloud that won't rain
For a more complete account
Consult it and lightly salt it
For ones temperament and disposition
The soldier is touched
Plat four more CD's
And you'll soon be on board innately
We make our way on the east edge of town
At a mark and acting as the bull's eye
O, why!
But by nature...
Sunday, March 19, 2017
kettle
One More Kettle
2-20-17
Coffee at six
And at seven sometimes overdoing it
At the Shire not to guard the ring
But to write as I silently sing
Waver not and keep on those boots
For your loyalty and the stars above
Sometimes putting it out of sight five hours
To put to good use and no longer to squander it
O, flicker
O, why do you shiver
To sway to and fro
And flutter and dip it in melted butter
If I didn't smoke I could afford it
Waiting for my redeemer
Whom made of me, a dreamer
Tottering with faltering step I keep
All bad aspects in prayer by weakness extreme
And I reel it in again
Delivering them up to me with this charge...
Smoke Break (My Bad)
2-20-17
We can sure use a break
And meet someone down there
O, reel or spool and sewing thread
And to ourselves dead
Reeling it off today
Taking in cool breezes
For the ground that thrice more freezes
As one to waver and vacillate
For Ostiaris running numbers
Caught between that gangs and the man in black
We can sure use a break
Just to breathe it in
Reeling it off
With another nasty cigarette cough
I still stagger
and make amends with Mister Bluebird on my shoulder
And learn to love the light of day
There is another way
Wait and see it for what it is....
2-20-17
Coffee at six
And at seven sometimes overdoing it
At the Shire not to guard the ring
But to write as I silently sing
Waver not and keep on those boots
For your loyalty and the stars above
Sometimes putting it out of sight five hours
To put to good use and no longer to squander it
O, flicker
O, why do you shiver
To sway to and fro
And flutter and dip it in melted butter
If I didn't smoke I could afford it
Waiting for my redeemer
Whom made of me, a dreamer
Tottering with faltering step I keep
All bad aspects in prayer by weakness extreme
And I reel it in again
Delivering them up to me with this charge...
Smoke Break (My Bad)
2-20-17
We can sure use a break
And meet someone down there
O, reel or spool and sewing thread
And to ourselves dead
Reeling it off today
Taking in cool breezes
For the ground that thrice more freezes
As one to waver and vacillate
For Ostiaris running numbers
Caught between that gangs and the man in black
We can sure use a break
Just to breathe it in
Reeling it off
With another nasty cigarette cough
I still stagger
and make amends with Mister Bluebird on my shoulder
And learn to love the light of day
There is another way
Wait and see it for what it is....
lightfoot
Lightfoot
2-20-17
Monday holidays always throw us off course
But at least I have my eighty-five dollars
Time to cut my fingernails
This time don't use scissors
As leaves are starting to bloom
Ever so nice, this weather and several coppers
To toss by the wayside
Still trying to reach out
Take no thought of mammon
God will provide
In need of a new heart
When the other one lied
Lighfooted and nimble quick and light in movement
In another New Jersey night
Cleverly contrived his words that serve as bread
Tis a merry rogue agile and lively today
I believe that there is hope in the government
That is on his shoulders
As so we allege...
Turnspit
2-20-17
Making up my mind
That I need to go onward
Agile and well coordinated
I was beside myself about Jesus
The way we ought to be
Poor house of bare larder
Quotha!
For turnspit our menial occupation
Stay awhile on a perfect day to walk the mile contrived
I survived with those good times of the fifth day of May
I remember and observe her birthday
As to vary and fluctuate
Be kind if you cannot be great
Sunny sky aquablue, waver not
O, look straight on for pens in coffee cups
Some things never change so it seems
In blue collar dreams
Quotha!
2-20-17
Monday holidays always throw us off course
But at least I have my eighty-five dollars
Time to cut my fingernails
This time don't use scissors
As leaves are starting to bloom
Ever so nice, this weather and several coppers
To toss by the wayside
Still trying to reach out
Take no thought of mammon
God will provide
In need of a new heart
When the other one lied
Lighfooted and nimble quick and light in movement
In another New Jersey night
Cleverly contrived his words that serve as bread
Tis a merry rogue agile and lively today
I believe that there is hope in the government
That is on his shoulders
As so we allege...
Turnspit
2-20-17
Making up my mind
That I need to go onward
Agile and well coordinated
I was beside myself about Jesus
The way we ought to be
Poor house of bare larder
Quotha!
For turnspit our menial occupation
Stay awhile on a perfect day to walk the mile contrived
I survived with those good times of the fifth day of May
I remember and observe her birthday
As to vary and fluctuate
Be kind if you cannot be great
Sunny sky aquablue, waver not
O, look straight on for pens in coffee cups
Some things never change so it seems
In blue collar dreams
Quotha!
Thursday, March 16, 2017
100
Page One Hundred
2-20-17
Open a window and let me breathe
Doing clerical work collating papers
Stacked up eighteen inches for pinches
More trouble, it's a part of life
All the way to the other side of the world
and a very long chin today
I win
Made it to page one hundred
Having change of the Irons
As for me I have not hurried
Away from being a shepherd whom follows you
Those who are against Him will fall
Which is why I must take my business to the mall
For Dublin by daylight
More trouble
It's part of life
Filling sixteen ounce mugs
And coffee things she sings this desire
That will not be quenched
I have this want or does it have me?
Becoming accustomed with the inclination
For the diminutive body
Like a tent....
On Jeremiah 18:2
2-20-17
A sweet smell and not a stink
All swell in things I think
From rags to riches sitting on gold
And a warm trend in the middle of wintertime
I won't need my coat today
For the motion of the sea
At other times it's only me
Maria still is my sister over in Spain
As I remember her with pleasure
In that she brought me no such pain
Changing the hand on the alarm for four fifteen
Still scheming
God bless fresh air
And through my east open windows
As I will keep my boots on
And do something productive in all succession
For all laity
Arise and go down to the potter's house
And there you will hear my words...
Tomorrow (Another Chance)
2-20-17
A thousand men dig for gold
All clean shaven
Coming in from the cold
Who can your lover be
Getting our four slices of the good stuff
Business as usual
Such has satisfaction
In the eye of the intercessors
Come black cats and their trade
Two by two, we relace the shoe
Her green eyes sparkle
Still having the notions of the common woman
Corrupt and morally offensive
Of which includes us all
No one exempt
Tomorrow I have a chance to step up to bat
As love will not be quenched even in those despicable
In God's eyes as good apples and no such worm
In every stratagem that could be invented
God knows......
Totty And Dandy
2-20-17
Minute body shakes but not forsaken
Accustomed to a life of laundry
Handy dandy
Controversy envelops
Those that want to look good
O, fop be our cash crop
Hard and yet unyielding
Cruel, harsh and stern
We have a lot to learn
O, legal eagle
Fly high with the seagull
For shackles and fetters inflexible yet
And unrelenting on the other side of such a pride
An act of God to take a hold of this fellow
And make crooked ways straight
Healing and doubt ones iron
Yes, keep it up and rejoice
For toothpaste Crest as a subordinate religion
As the cats in the well
Like a totty in her courses....
2-20-17
Open a window and let me breathe
Doing clerical work collating papers
Stacked up eighteen inches for pinches
More trouble, it's a part of life
All the way to the other side of the world
and a very long chin today
I win
Made it to page one hundred
Having change of the Irons
As for me I have not hurried
Away from being a shepherd whom follows you
Those who are against Him will fall
Which is why I must take my business to the mall
For Dublin by daylight
More trouble
It's part of life
Filling sixteen ounce mugs
And coffee things she sings this desire
That will not be quenched
I have this want or does it have me?
Becoming accustomed with the inclination
For the diminutive body
Like a tent....
On Jeremiah 18:2
2-20-17
A sweet smell and not a stink
All swell in things I think
From rags to riches sitting on gold
And a warm trend in the middle of wintertime
I won't need my coat today
For the motion of the sea
At other times it's only me
Maria still is my sister over in Spain
As I remember her with pleasure
In that she brought me no such pain
Changing the hand on the alarm for four fifteen
Still scheming
God bless fresh air
And through my east open windows
As I will keep my boots on
And do something productive in all succession
For all laity
Arise and go down to the potter's house
And there you will hear my words...
Tomorrow (Another Chance)
2-20-17
A thousand men dig for gold
All clean shaven
Coming in from the cold
Who can your lover be
Getting our four slices of the good stuff
Business as usual
Such has satisfaction
In the eye of the intercessors
Come black cats and their trade
Two by two, we relace the shoe
Her green eyes sparkle
Still having the notions of the common woman
Corrupt and morally offensive
Of which includes us all
No one exempt
Tomorrow I have a chance to step up to bat
As love will not be quenched even in those despicable
In God's eyes as good apples and no such worm
In every stratagem that could be invented
God knows......
Totty And Dandy
2-20-17
Minute body shakes but not forsaken
Accustomed to a life of laundry
Handy dandy
Controversy envelops
Those that want to look good
O, fop be our cash crop
Hard and yet unyielding
Cruel, harsh and stern
We have a lot to learn
O, legal eagle
Fly high with the seagull
For shackles and fetters inflexible yet
And unrelenting on the other side of such a pride
An act of God to take a hold of this fellow
And make crooked ways straight
Healing and doubt ones iron
Yes, keep it up and rejoice
For toothpaste Crest as a subordinate religion
As the cats in the well
Like a totty in her courses....
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
foster
Fostering
2-20-17
Matron gives us leave
To take a powder
And go on back up to the salad bar
For a bowl of New England clam chowder
Lighting off ones mule still quite a fool
from nothing to one fostering and flourishing
His Word is nourishing
You know who I am
O, deceitful heart
Above all other members
Save the tongue
We must surrender where damsels
Ride away on dromedaries
From nothing to one
I see another victory at hand
Bythe well of Lahainoi
I quench my thirst
Last page first
September twenty-second
We observe it
Spit as purification
And as well desolation
Growing in three rows of food
Just use the door...
Ecclesiastical
2-20-17
I know it is wicked
But why is it still at my lips
O, retreat and refuge
We swore to each other to keep on keeping on in this
And I know from your eyes that tonight we'll be fine
O, Nest do your best
And may your young be blessed
The Word of God is cognitive enough
To serve as marrow to my bones
By ecclesiastical rulers
To draw that straight line
Of power and dominion
Everyone has their opinion
Angels collectively made up of three orders
Pertaining to the clergy clerical
And as well secular
Sing out!
And rock on!
O pearl of great price
It is you!
Iron and clay, the feet....
Clean Sheets
2-20-17
Time to make that bed again
Military style
To sweat through and keep near
I need another shot of decaf espresso
Assigned to my new office successive
Following in order in uninterrupted sequence
After the third visitation
I wish them well and give them a little bit of my own
Arise and go down to the Potter's house
Let me not be put to shame
For our sub-matron and two board ladies
Don't let her see that you need her
Time to make that bed and know victory again
In hopes to stay with the task at hand for Jesus
Come transmission of this throne
We won't need to go it alone....
2-20-17
Matron gives us leave
To take a powder
And go on back up to the salad bar
For a bowl of New England clam chowder
Lighting off ones mule still quite a fool
from nothing to one fostering and flourishing
His Word is nourishing
You know who I am
O, deceitful heart
Above all other members
Save the tongue
We must surrender where damsels
Ride away on dromedaries
From nothing to one
I see another victory at hand
Bythe well of Lahainoi
I quench my thirst
Last page first
September twenty-second
We observe it
Spit as purification
And as well desolation
Growing in three rows of food
Just use the door...
Ecclesiastical
2-20-17
I know it is wicked
But why is it still at my lips
O, retreat and refuge
We swore to each other to keep on keeping on in this
And I know from your eyes that tonight we'll be fine
O, Nest do your best
And may your young be blessed
The Word of God is cognitive enough
To serve as marrow to my bones
By ecclesiastical rulers
To draw that straight line
Of power and dominion
Everyone has their opinion
Angels collectively made up of three orders
Pertaining to the clergy clerical
And as well secular
Sing out!
And rock on!
O pearl of great price
It is you!
Iron and clay, the feet....
Clean Sheets
2-20-17
Time to make that bed again
Military style
To sweat through and keep near
I need another shot of decaf espresso
Assigned to my new office successive
Following in order in uninterrupted sequence
After the third visitation
I wish them well and give them a little bit of my own
Arise and go down to the Potter's house
Let me not be put to shame
For our sub-matron and two board ladies
Don't let her see that you need her
Time to make that bed and know victory again
In hopes to stay with the task at hand for Jesus
Come transmission of this throne
We won't need to go it alone....
sugar
Sugar Trough (I Trow)
2-20-17
Flowers bloom like madness in the Spring
Doing time in my tower
Going crazy to quit like a man
Drawing water for my camels
Filling again my sugar trough
For a man and his two bracelets
Prosperous on you, Lord
Today what can you have me to do
About life in general
As man wonders of upcoming storms and thunders
For an earring of a half a shekel
Rebeka son of Milcah
I wonder why
Where is the Word?
Let it come now for the morning
To come and help me to do the right thing
As if straight to You
Here's my lullaby
To serve as another wakeup call
I trow in the new thing
And suppose at my own nose.....
Curse Not Oneself
2-20-17
Curse not oneself in yielding fruit
As the promotion is our cross
Kindling the light for the lost
Down in the valley of our famine
Up on the hill
Can't be good for no one is as such
Save one, God
With enough straw and provender to feed the flock
Give me a kiss on this solid rock
Leaving destitute my master
Flirting with calamity and disaster
O, brother, Laban
Sit outside and get some tan
While you still can
You are my praise
Even in trying days
What's for my dinner
But a can of mixed nuts such as us
I reiterate in that I have the guts...
Our Hierarchical Testament
2-20-17
O, poison rainbow
May it be a promise
For my longlife supply in demand
Into the furnace I venture
For provender and feed
Did they cross at Alasta I wonder
For a cloud of no such rain and thunder
To all of my architects
I have a place in your religion
In times of seeking answers
Dismounting the camel
Drawing water from her humps
Quenching my thirst while I'm down in the dumps
For the sake of your Son's story
And the land of the beggar
He can be a chooser too
While God is of and and both
In our resting abode we foster futility
Still hierarchical of mixed middlings is He
O, poison rainbow
Stay on the task at hand....
2-20-17
Flowers bloom like madness in the Spring
Doing time in my tower
Going crazy to quit like a man
Drawing water for my camels
Filling again my sugar trough
For a man and his two bracelets
Prosperous on you, Lord
Today what can you have me to do
About life in general
As man wonders of upcoming storms and thunders
For an earring of a half a shekel
Rebeka son of Milcah
I wonder why
Where is the Word?
Let it come now for the morning
To come and help me to do the right thing
As if straight to You
Here's my lullaby
To serve as another wakeup call
I trow in the new thing
And suppose at my own nose.....
Curse Not Oneself
2-20-17
Curse not oneself in yielding fruit
As the promotion is our cross
Kindling the light for the lost
Down in the valley of our famine
Up on the hill
Can't be good for no one is as such
Save one, God
With enough straw and provender to feed the flock
Give me a kiss on this solid rock
Leaving destitute my master
Flirting with calamity and disaster
O, brother, Laban
Sit outside and get some tan
While you still can
You are my praise
Even in trying days
What's for my dinner
But a can of mixed nuts such as us
I reiterate in that I have the guts...
Our Hierarchical Testament
2-20-17
O, poison rainbow
May it be a promise
For my longlife supply in demand
Into the furnace I venture
For provender and feed
Did they cross at Alasta I wonder
For a cloud of no such rain and thunder
To all of my architects
I have a place in your religion
In times of seeking answers
Dismounting the camel
Drawing water from her humps
Quenching my thirst while I'm down in the dumps
For the sake of your Son's story
And the land of the beggar
He can be a chooser too
While God is of and and both
In our resting abode we foster futility
Still hierarchical of mixed middlings is He
O, poison rainbow
Stay on the task at hand....
sandy
Sandy Mount
2-20-17
For our little sandymount
Then to take us there
Tomorrow I wait for her call
So we might assemble
God has big plans for us
As the interject, Alas for the day!
Let's get together again
Taking ten camels
Going to Mesopotamia
And for me how when all we have is now
Three years later still in my sobriety
In all aristocracy of exceptional rank and privilege
And hereditary nobility
A drink in your hand
Elite and upperclass
Blessed is the man who leans
Not to his own understanding
By the gentry and the well-bred
Well-fed to the world, dead.....
Six And A Half Years (Under My Belt)
2-20-17
Six and a half years and sober
Amen for the pen
Now it's just me and my nicotine
Between me and my Maker
Where the morals of remorse are restored
O, partisan
Tell me again if you see me naked
Come on again
I need your support
What do you put in your gab
For with the point of a diamond
It is engraved somewhat enslaved
By all that I craved
In a murmur and applause
From the spectator's light
To seven lamps with olive oil
At the chapel if you please
Some say it is better to die on your feet
Than to live on your knees
But in the kingdom it is the latter
Take that little whelp and call on him for help
Amen, for the pen!
Going To Battle (On My Tub)
2-20-17
The matron gives us sick leave
For iron and clay not mixt
You are a veritable peacemaker
For Ginger Mooney
Show me the place of heaven where the sun shines
Word becomes a man
Let your fire out the next time
And do the right thing with enthusiasm
As if to the Lord
And work with your own hands
I say an Our Father for the day
Thread of light a particle away for highland and plateau
Rebekah came out, our answer to prayer
Heaven is where the sun shines
Finding our damsel for Isaac
Show me the place of oath
Laban drinking from your cup
Do all today for the glory.....
2-20-17
For our little sandymount
Then to take us there
Tomorrow I wait for her call
So we might assemble
God has big plans for us
As the interject, Alas for the day!
Let's get together again
Taking ten camels
Going to Mesopotamia
And for me how when all we have is now
Three years later still in my sobriety
In all aristocracy of exceptional rank and privilege
And hereditary nobility
A drink in your hand
Elite and upperclass
Blessed is the man who leans
Not to his own understanding
By the gentry and the well-bred
Well-fed to the world, dead.....
Six And A Half Years (Under My Belt)
2-20-17
Six and a half years and sober
Amen for the pen
Now it's just me and my nicotine
Between me and my Maker
Where the morals of remorse are restored
O, partisan
Tell me again if you see me naked
Come on again
I need your support
What do you put in your gab
For with the point of a diamond
It is engraved somewhat enslaved
By all that I craved
In a murmur and applause
From the spectator's light
To seven lamps with olive oil
At the chapel if you please
Some say it is better to die on your feet
Than to live on your knees
But in the kingdom it is the latter
Take that little whelp and call on him for help
Amen, for the pen!
Going To Battle (On My Tub)
2-20-17
The matron gives us sick leave
For iron and clay not mixt
You are a veritable peacemaker
For Ginger Mooney
Show me the place of heaven where the sun shines
Word becomes a man
Let your fire out the next time
And do the right thing with enthusiasm
As if to the Lord
And work with your own hands
I say an Our Father for the day
Thread of light a particle away for highland and plateau
Rebekah came out, our answer to prayer
Heaven is where the sun shines
Finding our damsel for Isaac
Show me the place of oath
Laban drinking from your cup
Do all today for the glory.....
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
c'mon
Come On Again
2-20-17
Who's not playing fair
Come on again
In a need to soon take care
And christen another new pen
For devils into swine downhill
Appear not unto men to fast
Anoint your face
You're seed is multiplied
As the stars of heaven
Dwelling at Beer-Sheba
Milcah bore children of your brother Nahor
Huz the firstborn
Buz his brother
And Kemuel of a smoldering memory
Giving him the cave of Machpelah
Look at me Jason for the first time
This Monday morning
Selling it for four hundred shekels of silver
By sons of Heth
Sarah's buryingplace
Made to press the cup top my lips and prosper
Come on again...
Cry Till We Laugh (Interjection)
2-20-17
For Pildash and Jidlaph
Enough to make one cry till we laugh
O, gain such letters to the Colossians
Take a wife of my kingdom
Dear Heather was the letter
Hard on ones thigh the oath
A Jewish handshake
At seven on the nose
The sun has rose in Mesopotamia
For another interjection
Alas for the day
We interpolate the score
As soon we will know of deeper hues of green
Expressive of emotion
Amen!
All for our Orangeman
To change it by deedpoll
Yes Pa, I light the lamps.....
Yes Pa, I (Morning Glory Presented)
2-20-17
Ada! Alas!
Who is that?
We inquire as we peer on through the darkness
Feeling humiliated and disoriented
O, morning glory presented with crisp hogs' bacon
Observing this violent expression
Pony up, boys for kindred and kinfolk
Having the same beliefs in common
Just one little shekel more and we'll be off
Corn chip crumbs on my cubit square coffee table
Alas for the day
In the place of sanctuary
Men shall know commonwealth again
Many a true word spoken in jest
All eyes are of such more or less the same
Yes, Pa I
This is the faith!
2-20-17
Who's not playing fair
Come on again
In a need to soon take care
And christen another new pen
For devils into swine downhill
Appear not unto men to fast
Anoint your face
You're seed is multiplied
As the stars of heaven
Dwelling at Beer-Sheba
Milcah bore children of your brother Nahor
Huz the firstborn
Buz his brother
And Kemuel of a smoldering memory
Giving him the cave of Machpelah
Look at me Jason for the first time
This Monday morning
Selling it for four hundred shekels of silver
By sons of Heth
Sarah's buryingplace
Made to press the cup top my lips and prosper
Come on again...
Cry Till We Laugh (Interjection)
2-20-17
For Pildash and Jidlaph
Enough to make one cry till we laugh
O, gain such letters to the Colossians
Take a wife of my kingdom
Dear Heather was the letter
Hard on ones thigh the oath
A Jewish handshake
At seven on the nose
The sun has rose in Mesopotamia
For another interjection
Alas for the day
We interpolate the score
As soon we will know of deeper hues of green
Expressive of emotion
Amen!
All for our Orangeman
To change it by deedpoll
Yes Pa, I light the lamps.....
Yes Pa, I (Morning Glory Presented)
2-20-17
Ada! Alas!
Who is that?
We inquire as we peer on through the darkness
Feeling humiliated and disoriented
O, morning glory presented with crisp hogs' bacon
Observing this violent expression
Pony up, boys for kindred and kinfolk
Having the same beliefs in common
Just one little shekel more and we'll be off
Corn chip crumbs on my cubit square coffee table
Alas for the day
In the place of sanctuary
Men shall know commonwealth again
Many a true word spoken in jest
All eyes are of such more or less the same
Yes, Pa I
This is the faith!
Jehovahjireh
Jehovahjireh
2-20-17
Salt of the earth and the light of the world
Exalt His birth and fight where colors have swirled
I'm the alligator and you're the crocodile
I'll see you after awhile
Come one little tincture
Come the scotch house is closer to ones best interest
Where there's loud noise of tongues and glasses
God did tempt Abraham to offer up Isaac
In the land of Moriah
An angel stopped him
For the ram in the thicket
That would be the ticket
At Jehovahjireh
The Lord will provide
O, pardon
Let bygones be as far as one can see
O, Lord, my strength and fortress...
Ticket
2-20-17
Losing count of days of sobriety
Numbers get smaller and God gets bigger
While upon the slippery reigns
Pulling up ones sleeves accordingly
Ah! that's the knack
O, Lord my strength and fortress
On the other side in the country of Gergesenes
They spend what we crave
More bawling upstairs
Light the lamp
Pull up six more chairs
And mind your golden coin and postage stamp
Your seed will be multiplied
Now that the groundhog lied
Record highs in the centerpiece of February
Expecting every moment to be the next
Ram in thicket
That's the ticket....
2-20-17
Salt of the earth and the light of the world
Exalt His birth and fight where colors have swirled
I'm the alligator and you're the crocodile
I'll see you after awhile
Come one little tincture
Come the scotch house is closer to ones best interest
Where there's loud noise of tongues and glasses
God did tempt Abraham to offer up Isaac
In the land of Moriah
An angel stopped him
For the ram in the thicket
That would be the ticket
At Jehovahjireh
The Lord will provide
O, pardon
Let bygones be as far as one can see
O, Lord, my strength and fortress...
Ticket
2-20-17
Losing count of days of sobriety
Numbers get smaller and God gets bigger
While upon the slippery reigns
Pulling up ones sleeves accordingly
Ah! that's the knack
O, Lord my strength and fortress
On the other side in the country of Gergesenes
They spend what we crave
More bawling upstairs
Light the lamp
Pull up six more chairs
And mind your golden coin and postage stamp
Your seed will be multiplied
Now that the groundhog lied
Record highs in the centerpiece of February
Expecting every moment to be the next
Ram in thicket
That's the ticket....
conjecture
Conjecture Of Missing Links
2-19-17
By Arorer Borealis
Our missing link hypothetical
To explain some class of phenomena
And supernatural activity my cat chases around
For saddle of veal our widgeon
Tossing peanuts to the squirrel and pigeon
As her signals wave
Jammed up in my mind
As pitchers warm up way out of orbit
As she was my lifeline
O, pen for bulls
For the mules and for fools
And conjecture, our foundation and expression
Give it all to God today
Everything as an act of worship
As the first term of the ratio
It makes a good story
Starting out with a fresh batch
And ready to go country
Antecedent, for your high places you cleave to....
Dividend
2-19-17
Come the third term of this proportion
Two vectors in a dyad
Substantive belonging to true nature
Just a dividend this proposition
We are to look crazy to the world
In that there is no set norm
The heart is wicked
Who can know it
Today I have gained a brother
And asked him to pray for my mother
Having no such independent existence
Baby, I'm the one that's crazy
In our tetrad life isn't so bad
It was the best I ever had
Come valence and our antigen and our chromatid
For Urim and Thimmim before you
Open a door and pray on it
I implore those that want to see it up close
For sailor and for gentry
In lumbercamp in the highlands....
As Darkness Fails
2-19-17
Pure in heart and undefiled
Can any of us be?
Be honest with yourself to hear and see
Craving His righteousness
Men revile you so suffer and be glad
As to the world we look like we've gone mad
Meek and gentle
Mourn and grieve
Poor in Spirit, humble
I love the way that there are other definitions
Been there and done that
For poison occlusive
Reflecting of compressed air
Up and down before church study
On my wisdom hour like lunchbreak
Some revile you to search the heart and test the mind
According to the fruit of our own doings
I deliver them up to Him
A world of desolate darkness fails
Where wrath prevails...
2-19-17
By Arorer Borealis
Our missing link hypothetical
To explain some class of phenomena
And supernatural activity my cat chases around
For saddle of veal our widgeon
Tossing peanuts to the squirrel and pigeon
As her signals wave
Jammed up in my mind
As pitchers warm up way out of orbit
As she was my lifeline
O, pen for bulls
For the mules and for fools
And conjecture, our foundation and expression
Give it all to God today
Everything as an act of worship
As the first term of the ratio
It makes a good story
Starting out with a fresh batch
And ready to go country
Antecedent, for your high places you cleave to....
Dividend
2-19-17
Come the third term of this proportion
Two vectors in a dyad
Substantive belonging to true nature
Just a dividend this proposition
We are to look crazy to the world
In that there is no set norm
The heart is wicked
Who can know it
Today I have gained a brother
And asked him to pray for my mother
Having no such independent existence
Baby, I'm the one that's crazy
In our tetrad life isn't so bad
It was the best I ever had
Come valence and our antigen and our chromatid
For Urim and Thimmim before you
Open a door and pray on it
I implore those that want to see it up close
For sailor and for gentry
In lumbercamp in the highlands....
As Darkness Fails
2-19-17
Pure in heart and undefiled
Can any of us be?
Be honest with yourself to hear and see
Craving His righteousness
Men revile you so suffer and be glad
As to the world we look like we've gone mad
Meek and gentle
Mourn and grieve
Poor in Spirit, humble
I love the way that there are other definitions
Been there and done that
For poison occlusive
Reflecting of compressed air
Up and down before church study
On my wisdom hour like lunchbreak
Some revile you to search the heart and test the mind
According to the fruit of our own doings
I deliver them up to Him
A world of desolate darkness fails
Where wrath prevails...
Monday, March 13, 2017
jerrymander
Jerrymander
2-19-17
O, give as plunder wealth and substance
And tonight give yourself a hand
Willful and erratic yet headstrong
Circling around another waning moon
Fanciful in all vagary in whimsicality
O, pardon
Cursing the love of money
Hearken unto wisdom jerrymandering
Selling Irish industries En Ventre sa mere
Have no fear I can almost see spring striking against the shield of winter
For terminations of destructive terms
There's a road in our risky love
To a squab pigeon pasty
Sunup, light's out
An oak are here leaves soon to bud
Her paths are peace
Acknowledge him and he will direct your paths
As by action the thoughts will be established.....
Artist At Altar
2-19-17
I think I'll go back home to see Mother
Still trying to reach a brother
In the right hand length of days
And in her left riches and honor
I have done many wrong
In this selling them down the river
No such regard for peace
By the bedlam of a missing link
Just show up and Jesus will do the rest
Supposed conjectures and by hypothesis
And provisional theory
If you need anything just call
So says Pa
To envy not the oppressor
I am not worthy of such a saying
As change is inevitable
Assumed for the sake of testing...
Not All Buts Are Bad
2-19-17
Knotted in a great bow on the horizon
For plumb poem and slender appendages
Losing count of conversation
O, pardon!
O, Lord my strength and fortress
Am I real in you
Please tell me today
Out of touch, out of mind
Eight shekels a view
To me it is something new
For heavy and dirty eyes earthly
And another opportunity to set things right
Why add to it
The boys told him to make theirs hot
But the Lord lives drizzling down on cold streets
As dirty eyes leer
I appreciate what you do for me
As Farrington suggests
But shall inhabit....
2-19-17
O, give as plunder wealth and substance
And tonight give yourself a hand
Willful and erratic yet headstrong
Circling around another waning moon
Fanciful in all vagary in whimsicality
O, pardon
Cursing the love of money
Hearken unto wisdom jerrymandering
Selling Irish industries En Ventre sa mere
Have no fear I can almost see spring striking against the shield of winter
For terminations of destructive terms
There's a road in our risky love
To a squab pigeon pasty
Sunup, light's out
An oak are here leaves soon to bud
Her paths are peace
Acknowledge him and he will direct your paths
As by action the thoughts will be established.....
Artist At Altar
2-19-17
I think I'll go back home to see Mother
Still trying to reach a brother
In the right hand length of days
And in her left riches and honor
I have done many wrong
In this selling them down the river
No such regard for peace
By the bedlam of a missing link
Just show up and Jesus will do the rest
Supposed conjectures and by hypothesis
And provisional theory
If you need anything just call
So says Pa
To envy not the oppressor
I am not worthy of such a saying
As change is inevitable
Assumed for the sake of testing...
Not All Buts Are Bad
2-19-17
Knotted in a great bow on the horizon
For plumb poem and slender appendages
Losing count of conversation
O, pardon!
O, Lord my strength and fortress
Am I real in you
Please tell me today
Out of touch, out of mind
Eight shekels a view
To me it is something new
For heavy and dirty eyes earthly
And another opportunity to set things right
Why add to it
The boys told him to make theirs hot
But the Lord lives drizzling down on cold streets
As dirty eyes leer
I appreciate what you do for me
As Farrington suggests
But shall inhabit....
Sunday, March 12, 2017
first page
First Page Last
2-19-17
On the yard to dumpshift
It's not over, life goes on
Soldier many yet hate knowledge
For by it is much sorrow
A bitter way to but begin
For the waywardness of the naïve
First page last
Prompted by caprice
Changing unpredictably
Step aside and open wide
I can wait
But I don't know if I can quit like men
At the testimony of eight
She's running a little late
We invite all men to come to understand it
In gaining what is divine
Boys to polish off that
And have another
Quite exhilarating
Walking along the edge
In another dream for one little tincture
Down Poolkey Street
Viewing pretty women
Our pot of gold and silver lining
The Lord lives...
Pardon
2-19-17
O, pardon
He watched her leave
To meet again further up the road
As the weather salutes those whom are ready for change
By this immense scarf I would never own for myself
After a little time
Blessed is he that trusteth
And for something striking
Wearing bright and yellow gloves
I would rather not put on
Not even for Appollinaris
Yet to turn away
Good Lord love you
If this is what's up
Then what is down?
We can tell you all about it
Yet wayward hoping for reconciliation
Looks like today I won't need the heavy coat
Pardon!
2-19-17
On the yard to dumpshift
It's not over, life goes on
Soldier many yet hate knowledge
For by it is much sorrow
A bitter way to but begin
For the waywardness of the naïve
First page last
Prompted by caprice
Changing unpredictably
Step aside and open wide
I can wait
But I don't know if I can quit like men
At the testimony of eight
She's running a little late
We invite all men to come to understand it
In gaining what is divine
Boys to polish off that
And have another
Quite exhilarating
Walking along the edge
In another dream for one little tincture
Down Poolkey Street
Viewing pretty women
Our pot of gold and silver lining
The Lord lives...
Pardon
2-19-17
O, pardon
He watched her leave
To meet again further up the road
As the weather salutes those whom are ready for change
By this immense scarf I would never own for myself
After a little time
Blessed is he that trusteth
And for something striking
Wearing bright and yellow gloves
I would rather not put on
Not even for Appollinaris
Yet to turn away
Good Lord love you
If this is what's up
Then what is down?
We can tell you all about it
Yet wayward hoping for reconciliation
Looks like today I won't need the heavy coat
Pardon!
gamboge
Gamboge
1-18-17
By the hole on the back of my shirt
Someone still dares to say that I'm going to get hurt
Water on the page from my wet wrist watch
With danger again I flirt for all calisthenics and mumbo jumbo
Such as this
I am not ashamed to mention Jesus
By the warren where rabbits breed
Going a scoring as habits bleed
O, gamboge you're freaking me out
By gum resin yellow-orange
Aren't you glad I didn't say banana
Doing the honors
Here citizen, make your next move...
Cross As Cross
1-18-17
O, is the cross as cross
As my former boss
Telling me not to forget to floss
Be it a sign to all that live in fever
Looking for Wycherley
And his famous English plays
You're freaking me out
Who? well then, woo
In passageways and in small rooms
How long can I go on like this way
With an exclamation point most Americans are miserable
For the oil to but anoint
Say to me, no thank you
And I will still love you....
In I
1-18-17
O, fire in the sky
On the wire with a new lie
Today just float and take courage in crowded quarters
Take heart more involved so he speaks of it as such
To indicate this study let hitherto
That I might have fruit among you
God have me to rejoice in this
He says invisible but means available
According to shortness of hearing
By the Word and the Word by hearing
In pain excruciating
Let hitherto
Comforted together by faith mutual
Both in you and in I.....
1-18-17
By the hole on the back of my shirt
Someone still dares to say that I'm going to get hurt
Water on the page from my wet wrist watch
With danger again I flirt for all calisthenics and mumbo jumbo
Such as this
I am not ashamed to mention Jesus
By the warren where rabbits breed
Going a scoring as habits bleed
O, gamboge you're freaking me out
By gum resin yellow-orange
Aren't you glad I didn't say banana
Doing the honors
Here citizen, make your next move...
Cross As Cross
1-18-17
O, is the cross as cross
As my former boss
Telling me not to forget to floss
Be it a sign to all that live in fever
Looking for Wycherley
And his famous English plays
You're freaking me out
Who? well then, woo
In passageways and in small rooms
How long can I go on like this way
With an exclamation point most Americans are miserable
For the oil to but anoint
Say to me, no thank you
And I will still love you....
In I
1-18-17
O, fire in the sky
On the wire with a new lie
Today just float and take courage in crowded quarters
Take heart more involved so he speaks of it as such
To indicate this study let hitherto
That I might have fruit among you
God have me to rejoice in this
He says invisible but means available
According to shortness of hearing
By the Word and the Word by hearing
In pain excruciating
Let hitherto
Comforted together by faith mutual
Both in you and in I.....
savanna
Savanna
1-18-17
Yet to make way and keep intoxication at bay
He says I'm sick when I read myself
But glory to God for books upon my dusty shelf
Whose admirers but your and mine
To all in Rome beloved of God
Mind more closely the sign with a need to belong
Peace out but stay awake simultaneous
Through Jesus for all
By the savanna in the making of tropics
Indiscriminately
Varying in topics
Seasonal as in East Africa
To be our term of endearment
Running for the mayoralty....
Swim Duck
1-18-17
To never be taken alive
Making request just to survive
For our prosperous journey upon which villagers thrive
For God is witness for nature spending with herself
Into what is beautiful
O, woman riding shotgun
And our sequestered afternoon
Making request to board our Dodge Quest
And to again invest for Calvinistic under my greengage
Just turn the page under our wych-elm...
1-18-17
Yet to make way and keep intoxication at bay
He says I'm sick when I read myself
But glory to God for books upon my dusty shelf
Whose admirers but your and mine
To all in Rome beloved of God
Mind more closely the sign with a need to belong
Peace out but stay awake simultaneous
Through Jesus for all
By the savanna in the making of tropics
Indiscriminately
Varying in topics
Seasonal as in East Africa
To be our term of endearment
Running for the mayoralty....
Swim Duck
1-18-17
To never be taken alive
Making request just to survive
For our prosperous journey upon which villagers thrive
For God is witness for nature spending with herself
Into what is beautiful
O, woman riding shotgun
And our sequestered afternoon
Making request to board our Dodge Quest
And to again invest for Calvinistic under my greengage
Just turn the page under our wych-elm...
down east
Down East
1-18-17
Concerning his son Jesus
If I had one wish
It would be to be well in the land
Almost completely surrounded by water
Save the isthmus
Only hammer, only pain
For suffrage moments and current events
And feline senility
And another sad story
Putting miles behind me
Maritime providences that remind me
All for Nova Scotia and Brunswick
Why add to it!
Don't let it drag you down!
Haying It
1-18-17
Making her boudoir public
Don't think of the number of hours
Down on your luck for leafy arbor in Canadian provinces
North to the state of Maine
Save me, please
But she says, "Save Yourself"
In her medieval castle
Take precautions
Haying it for all dryness
Among whom are ye also partakers
For a short intercessory prayer such as this
Have some patience and grow some more
Implementing judicial reform....
Semicolon
1-18-17
O, suffragette
Have another cigarette
With power according to the Spirit of holiness
Meaning separated and by no means flawless
Loving every minute of what is said
To be music in a cold dark world of drama
For semicolon and comma
The third, a nondescript shadow of the real me
To look for an answer
To all in Rome, beloved
Every member is a gift
Coming down from the Father of lights....
1-18-17
Concerning his son Jesus
If I had one wish
It would be to be well in the land
Almost completely surrounded by water
Save the isthmus
Only hammer, only pain
For suffrage moments and current events
And feline senility
And another sad story
Putting miles behind me
Maritime providences that remind me
All for Nova Scotia and Brunswick
Why add to it!
Don't let it drag you down!
Haying It
1-18-17
Making her boudoir public
Don't think of the number of hours
Down on your luck for leafy arbor in Canadian provinces
North to the state of Maine
Save me, please
But she says, "Save Yourself"
In her medieval castle
Take precautions
Haying it for all dryness
Among whom are ye also partakers
For a short intercessory prayer such as this
Have some patience and grow some more
Implementing judicial reform....
Semicolon
1-18-17
O, suffragette
Have another cigarette
With power according to the Spirit of holiness
Meaning separated and by no means flawless
Loving every minute of what is said
To be music in a cold dark world of drama
For semicolon and comma
The third, a nondescript shadow of the real me
To look for an answer
To all in Rome, beloved
Every member is a gift
Coming down from the Father of lights....
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
dander
Dander Up
1-18-17
Chicken scratch is even better than my writings
And I will follow to disseminate
And spread my disease
I will go the day after tomorrow
And God knows I don't care about the sorrow
With Mother's love hard to swallow
Don't look to the eyes of a stranger
By double note united on a theme
God must increase and I must but dream
Honor God with all of your revenue
For love in adversity
The deepest one can delve
Look to the Sermon on the Plain
And never mind your cattle slain
A numb skull for my pain....
On Joshua 1:3
1-18-17
O, dunderpate
What more can we create
By a singular disclosure
Somebody's watching when the light goes down
Dander-free for the gardener in me
I reserved myself to seven thousand that did not bow
Shall we say a prayer for the leafy recess
And the arbor of the ship's bow
I must say that I don't know
Which we promise afore
Keep the flame tonight
Made of the seed of David
According to the flesh
Breaking my vow of silence
For fields the thresh
In that I have given
Our law of appropriation....
1-18-17
Chicken scratch is even better than my writings
And I will follow to disseminate
And spread my disease
I will go the day after tomorrow
And God knows I don't care about the sorrow
With Mother's love hard to swallow
Don't look to the eyes of a stranger
By double note united on a theme
God must increase and I must but dream
Honor God with all of your revenue
For love in adversity
The deepest one can delve
Look to the Sermon on the Plain
And never mind your cattle slain
A numb skull for my pain....
On Joshua 1:3
1-18-17
O, dunderpate
What more can we create
By a singular disclosure
Somebody's watching when the light goes down
Dander-free for the gardener in me
I reserved myself to seven thousand that did not bow
Shall we say a prayer for the leafy recess
And the arbor of the ship's bow
I must say that I don't know
Which we promise afore
Keep the flame tonight
Made of the seed of David
According to the flesh
Breaking my vow of silence
For fields the thresh
In that I have given
Our law of appropriation....
Monday, March 6, 2017
halt
Halt (At Sunrise)
1-18-17
Praying for buoyancy
Born into adversity
And born again into calamity
As suffering is not a new one on me
I'm going to pretend like I never heard it
As at sunrise I halted upon the hollow of my own thigh
And God only knows
I dare not ask why
Of sinew which shrank a million times
God I thank
Calling the place Peniel
Defined as the face of God
Name no more Jacob
But Israel called the Prince of God
Lead us through where two worlds collide....
Proem (Good Buddy)
1-18-17
The volume I moderate
All for love and not for hate
With the ability to recover
Great Bible study
It's early but Jesus is still my buddy
Smelling my Chock full of nuts
The Bible is a volume of antiquity
Open the book to chapter eleven
To multiply by propagation
By progeny an offspring
Raising my a half step
We yet augment of double note halves
One learns to repent in a proem
Introduction and peaceable
We propagate confusion
And I like it
Have I not commanded you!
1-18-17
Praying for buoyancy
Born into adversity
And born again into calamity
As suffering is not a new one on me
I'm going to pretend like I never heard it
As at sunrise I halted upon the hollow of my own thigh
And God only knows
I dare not ask why
Of sinew which shrank a million times
God I thank
Calling the place Peniel
Defined as the face of God
Name no more Jacob
But Israel called the Prince of God
Lead us through where two worlds collide....
Proem (Good Buddy)
1-18-17
The volume I moderate
All for love and not for hate
With the ability to recover
Great Bible study
It's early but Jesus is still my buddy
Smelling my Chock full of nuts
The Bible is a volume of antiquity
Open the book to chapter eleven
To multiply by propagation
By progeny an offspring
Raising my a half step
We yet augment of double note halves
One learns to repent in a proem
Introduction and peaceable
We propagate confusion
And I like it
Have I not commanded you!
math
The Math Works Out
1-17-17
She told me to take it easy
But it wasn't my style
I hold you for a little while
Repentance not just about judgment
The story is told with fact and fiction
Soon I get in on the friction
Some just slip off the edge
O, love and peace between his thumb
And his first knuckle
O, how I obsess
Only on page twenty-two
Playing the Madrone Rose
Turn around to come running back home
Never mind the life we need to leave behind
Hew two tablets of stone like the first
Roots entwined on the hilltop
Needing Fifi
There is a big difference
As well for product and sum....
From Beeroth To Mosera
1-17-17
O, my God I hope they don't play that song
With my iron rod I stand firm and strong
O, my God I pray for another victory
Making the ark of shittim wood
From Beeroth to Mosera
I sing my hallelujah song by silence
For ten minutes
And another reason to persevere
For land almost completely surrounded
By good drinking water
In spite of salt
Time to walk on over and pray for the best
God see me through
That's a good one if old Shylock is landed
Never mind my Egyptian....
Strangest Hour
1-18-17
Sheen must have another disc
Never mind playing it
As you take the ultimate risk
As one to be saying it
Imperceptible into the beautiful so is my cat
Don't want to peace out now
I would rather have my heifer and her cow
Moses, my servant is dead
Smell the roses
The glory is more than just in your head
Thy nuptial so minute
Como estas prigo our Peter on flute
Taking sons to Ford Jabbok
Building this house upon a rock
Come sinew, strength and resilience and power
Being awake at the strangest hour....
1-17-17
She told me to take it easy
But it wasn't my style
I hold you for a little while
Repentance not just about judgment
The story is told with fact and fiction
Soon I get in on the friction
Some just slip off the edge
O, love and peace between his thumb
And his first knuckle
O, how I obsess
Only on page twenty-two
Playing the Madrone Rose
Turn around to come running back home
Never mind the life we need to leave behind
Hew two tablets of stone like the first
Roots entwined on the hilltop
Needing Fifi
There is a big difference
As well for product and sum....
From Beeroth To Mosera
1-17-17
O, my God I hope they don't play that song
With my iron rod I stand firm and strong
O, my God I pray for another victory
Making the ark of shittim wood
From Beeroth to Mosera
I sing my hallelujah song by silence
For ten minutes
And another reason to persevere
For land almost completely surrounded
By good drinking water
In spite of salt
Time to walk on over and pray for the best
God see me through
That's a good one if old Shylock is landed
Never mind my Egyptian....
Strangest Hour
1-18-17
Sheen must have another disc
Never mind playing it
As you take the ultimate risk
As one to be saying it
Imperceptible into the beautiful so is my cat
Don't want to peace out now
I would rather have my heifer and her cow
Moses, my servant is dead
Smell the roses
The glory is more than just in your head
Thy nuptial so minute
Como estas prigo our Peter on flute
Taking sons to Ford Jabbok
Building this house upon a rock
Come sinew, strength and resilience and power
Being awake at the strangest hour....
only
Only (On My Third Cup)
1-17-17
Peninsula, our bower
Isthmus, our tower
Gulf of Mexico for power
Almost like the blues
You're a rogue and me yet another
Almost willing to gamble
In gathering up the killers
Standing by the pillars
Wearing a bloody crown
Cat hairs all over my new coat
A reason to take pride in it
Fan the flame and nurture the fire
Whisper my name in saying I am just a liar
Don't you see about the insurance of the poor
Good way to be
And no one at my door
Time to focus on what I need to thrive
Where did it come from
We emphatically inquire
But we will survive
O, could a swim duck?
Zerilli Girls
1-17-17
Doman comes lurching
Like the bird on the wire perching
Did I ever love you
Call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery
And another dance of victory not forsaken the love you had at first
Was it ever tested?
Just a little rain, I won't melt
Beyond the trees wither
Repentance not a negative
It's winter only seemingly forever
Yet all things seen are temporal
Fan the flame that is in you
I knew what was coming next
Not abandoning all hope
Tonight I will both manage and cope
I tend to be self critical about this....
1-17-17
Peninsula, our bower
Isthmus, our tower
Gulf of Mexico for power
Almost like the blues
You're a rogue and me yet another
Almost willing to gamble
In gathering up the killers
Standing by the pillars
Wearing a bloody crown
Cat hairs all over my new coat
A reason to take pride in it
Fan the flame and nurture the fire
Whisper my name in saying I am just a liar
Don't you see about the insurance of the poor
Good way to be
And no one at my door
Time to focus on what I need to thrive
Where did it come from
We emphatically inquire
But we will survive
O, could a swim duck?
Zerilli Girls
1-17-17
Doman comes lurching
Like the bird on the wire perching
Did I ever love you
Call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery
And another dance of victory not forsaken the love you had at first
Was it ever tested?
Just a little rain, I won't melt
Beyond the trees wither
Repentance not a negative
It's winter only seemingly forever
Yet all things seen are temporal
Fan the flame that is in you
I knew what was coming next
Not abandoning all hope
Tonight I will both manage and cope
I tend to be self critical about this....
Thursday, March 2, 2017
fan the flame
Fan The Flame
1-17-17
Seeing a better way
When I hear the still small voice groan
"You will do no such thing"
It sounded like the truth
Walking amongst the lampstands
No longer I that live
But Christ that lives within me
Repetition has its purpose here, needs work
Needs to be intentional
The world will never be happy with us
Of creation and the fog above the rot
I love you a lot
Shouting until one is deaf
Dancing with the dust thought by thought
The now is what I've been taught
Blinding every view
I pray for seven miracles today
Whispering before all ancient stones
The world says it's not a big deal.....
According To The K.J.V.
1-17-17
Pictorial expressed into nature
Pictorial in a gesture illuminated
And no longer hated
I'll let you rest
O, for the flame and nature
That fire that doesn't need to come between us
Even when the stand for Christ
The world will not be happy with us
Don't miss the bus
To he whom victory to overcome
According to the King James Version
Light is light soon to be extinguished
It's just beginning now
The coffee and the juice
Brining a warmth to my cheek
Trying to read a book about Bruce
Under the shadow of the elm and the spruce...
1-17-17
Seeing a better way
When I hear the still small voice groan
"You will do no such thing"
It sounded like the truth
Walking amongst the lampstands
No longer I that live
But Christ that lives within me
Repetition has its purpose here, needs work
Needs to be intentional
The world will never be happy with us
Of creation and the fog above the rot
I love you a lot
Shouting until one is deaf
Dancing with the dust thought by thought
The now is what I've been taught
Blinding every view
I pray for seven miracles today
Whispering before all ancient stones
The world says it's not a big deal.....
According To The K.J.V.
1-17-17
Pictorial expressed into nature
Pictorial in a gesture illuminated
And no longer hated
I'll let you rest
O, for the flame and nature
That fire that doesn't need to come between us
Even when the stand for Christ
The world will not be happy with us
Don't miss the bus
To he whom victory to overcome
According to the King James Version
Light is light soon to be extinguished
It's just beginning now
The coffee and the juice
Brining a warmth to my cheek
Trying to read a book about Bruce
Under the shadow of the elm and the spruce...
lampstand
Lampstands (Seven)
1-17-17
Royal and privileged
Hungarian joyful sound
Listen to me now
Not to do it your way
Turn around and come back
Much there is to say
But not about what we lack
Come commission and mandate
Written in red
To he whom overcome
Go back to bed
I haven't forgotten you
I'm just bust getting ready to go
By letters to Ephesus
I will surrender there
And the meaning of completeness
When we are born we are already lost
For this purpose of dying for all
Like a marriage purposal
Lacking amongst the lampstands....
In Oneness (True Power)
1-17-17
"You're shaking, hon",
Was what I didn't want to hear
O, fallen star I live the blues
I'm just a fool for seven lampstands
Travelling heavy today
I wreck my Chevy
No longer I that lives
But Christ that lives in me
Die before you die
And know that there is no death
When the road leads back to you
Don't forget the quarters
Don't forget the sugar
You're shaking hon
Jesus is the groom and we are the bride
This is what He is doing
Now bring on the cross, our proposal
Just as well pictorial our montage
I wonder....
1-17-17
Royal and privileged
Hungarian joyful sound
Listen to me now
Not to do it your way
Turn around and come back
Much there is to say
But not about what we lack
Come commission and mandate
Written in red
To he whom overcome
Go back to bed
I haven't forgotten you
I'm just bust getting ready to go
By letters to Ephesus
I will surrender there
And the meaning of completeness
When we are born we are already lost
For this purpose of dying for all
Like a marriage purposal
Lacking amongst the lampstands....
In Oneness (True Power)
1-17-17
"You're shaking, hon",
Was what I didn't want to hear
O, fallen star I live the blues
I'm just a fool for seven lampstands
Travelling heavy today
I wreck my Chevy
No longer I that lives
But Christ that lives in me
Die before you die
And know that there is no death
When the road leads back to you
Don't forget the quarters
Don't forget the sugar
You're shaking hon
Jesus is the groom and we are the bride
This is what He is doing
Now bring on the cross, our proposal
Just as well pictorial our montage
I wonder....
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
unshod
Unshod
1-17-17
In love we disappear
Holding on sole and dear quite near
By the topic of victory
O, darkened one and revolters profound
To make slaughter today I reek
But Jesus still loves me
Yet unshod
For the ground we stand on is holy
It's up to us to make ourselves accountable
As to have the temperament to lend a helping hand
Holy ways is a good one
Racking it up about the mortgager
In this indecision
To be affected here in impact
For the lights of the land of plenty
Shake hands, brother....
Good Health, Citizen
1-17-17
Saying one of them
So young and bold
Can I really turn into gold
Request for today, manna
O, what is it
To be affected because we are here
Our impact, it all works out in the long run
I sing this for the Navy
And bring this for good and groovy gravy
Unshod for another journal entry
Thou hast left thine first love
Where Communion is the centerpiece
Of all we do
Good dreams last night
Of regaining ground
As repentance is a gift
To change the way we think
About going to battle on my kitchen sink...
Sham Lead
1-17-17
My miracle comes through
Dancing on drums true
Not as a religious ritual
But a reminder to me and you
My miracle comes through
Where they will come from the shadow
We do so because we get to
Not a requirement to measure stone in the house of honesty
For two shawls screeching on the minder come the limned
For the lumber
Lord give strength to our king
In the hellion of the night
No other fountain I know but the blood of Jesus
Doing the honors
Sham leapt, says he....
1-17-17
In love we disappear
Holding on sole and dear quite near
By the topic of victory
O, darkened one and revolters profound
To make slaughter today I reek
But Jesus still loves me
Yet unshod
For the ground we stand on is holy
It's up to us to make ourselves accountable
As to have the temperament to lend a helping hand
Holy ways is a good one
Racking it up about the mortgager
In this indecision
To be affected here in impact
For the lights of the land of plenty
Shake hands, brother....
Good Health, Citizen
1-17-17
Saying one of them
So young and bold
Can I really turn into gold
Request for today, manna
O, what is it
To be affected because we are here
Our impact, it all works out in the long run
I sing this for the Navy
And bring this for good and groovy gravy
Unshod for another journal entry
Thou hast left thine first love
Where Communion is the centerpiece
Of all we do
Good dreams last night
Of regaining ground
As repentance is a gift
To change the way we think
About going to battle on my kitchen sink...
Sham Lead
1-17-17
My miracle comes through
Dancing on drums true
Not as a religious ritual
But a reminder to me and you
My miracle comes through
Where they will come from the shadow
We do so because we get to
Not a requirement to measure stone in the house of honesty
For two shawls screeching on the minder come the limned
For the lumber
Lord give strength to our king
In the hellion of the night
No other fountain I know but the blood of Jesus
Doing the honors
Sham leapt, says he....
curdle
Curdle
1-17-17
As one mocked of his neighbor
Love itself returns
According to your lover
Busy in the sunlight we expect today
Don't let the book of Romans get you down
Come Irish red wolfdog setter
I could not see
I am not afraid of my sorrows
When it's hard it is not yours to give
I wind my proverbial wedding ring
Like baptism, a signet
And a lot of Colleen
Of a pact unfathomable and marvelous
Exhibition of cynanithropy
I will say, he, a Chiara
To display no such ill will
Can't take notes on everything
Curdling me like cheese....
Lamppost
1-17-17
Say hello to Alexander arriving
Let them know when she wakes you with a kiss
For our surviving clothing we with skin of flesh
If you can get me a drink of exquisite music
Tangible again as a backsliding heifer
Their drink is sour
All for the power
And isosyllabic
For the coward's explanation
Hiding behind the cause and the effect
I will, a charm making a hole in another pint
Hear this, O priests
Enjoy your feasts for revolters profound
As a result of change of thought
In all we are taught of Mizpah.....
Take Your Time Out There
1-17-17
Take your time out there
Make a rhyme about what is fair
To sweat the marble chain
By the topic of victory
Some keep me from believing
Because ye been a snare to Mizpah
And a net spread on Tabor
Never mind the drama in the labor
Now let me be the lover of Welsh Englyn
Sun almost up
I step out for another fix
As my mind plays its tricks
O, darkened
One lapping it up
A mile off Gob
He's not as green
For the topic of victory
In what it could mean
There's no hurry
In the pleasures
We don't really need yet desire...
1-17-17
As one mocked of his neighbor
Love itself returns
According to your lover
Busy in the sunlight we expect today
Don't let the book of Romans get you down
Come Irish red wolfdog setter
I could not see
I am not afraid of my sorrows
When it's hard it is not yours to give
I wind my proverbial wedding ring
Like baptism, a signet
And a lot of Colleen
Of a pact unfathomable and marvelous
Exhibition of cynanithropy
I will say, he, a Chiara
To display no such ill will
Can't take notes on everything
Curdling me like cheese....
Lamppost
1-17-17
Say hello to Alexander arriving
Let them know when she wakes you with a kiss
For our surviving clothing we with skin of flesh
If you can get me a drink of exquisite music
Tangible again as a backsliding heifer
Their drink is sour
All for the power
And isosyllabic
For the coward's explanation
Hiding behind the cause and the effect
I will, a charm making a hole in another pint
Hear this, O priests
Enjoy your feasts for revolters profound
As a result of change of thought
In all we are taught of Mizpah.....
Take Your Time Out There
1-17-17
Take your time out there
Make a rhyme about what is fair
To sweat the marble chain
By the topic of victory
Some keep me from believing
Because ye been a snare to Mizpah
And a net spread on Tabor
Never mind the drama in the labor
Now let me be the lover of Welsh Englyn
Sun almost up
I step out for another fix
As my mind plays its tricks
O, darkened
One lapping it up
A mile off Gob
He's not as green
For the topic of victory
In what it could mean
There's no hurry
In the pleasures
We don't really need yet desire...
derision
In Derision
1-17-17
Voices say peace out
But my heart says fade in like the crescendo
Almost sin
He will laugh at the thrall of the innocent
We, the scourge slay suddenly
All for Arcturus
And the chamber of the south
Me and my little mouth
For Pleiades and Orion
For brother Brian
He brake me with a tempest
And coffee is served
As my own mouth condemn me
He restores the perfect and the wicked
As a backsliding heifer
Stand in your large place for our hydrophobia
We learn again to swim....
Reflections On A Best Western Study
1-17-17
The wind bound
Look up in her wings
You were moving so fast but yet so slow
And we're still making love
My own mouth condemn
As if I say I am descent
I know what is right
Dying for the truth
Lying in my youth
Flying to the ticket booth
During my Best Western study
For Zephier our Naamathite
Plying questions
I am one mocked of his neighbor
As the door is locked upon all labor
Just and upright
The ponies run
And the odds are here to beat.....
Job Answers
1-17-17
Exchanging gifts
That you are meant to keep
Job answers with riffs
As I slowly awaken out of sleep
Enjoy the morning while it lasts
For the wretched and the meek
O, just and upright
We must, yes one must fight
In invincible defeat
Job answers "I am one mocked of my neighbor"
One more fix till the medicine arrives
You with your love, hello, my love
And goodbye the day has begin
Ephraim is joined to idols
And their drink is your continual whoredom
For seven moist Saturdays
Alarmed because of sacrifice
Here it is!
1-17-17
Voices say peace out
But my heart says fade in like the crescendo
Almost sin
He will laugh at the thrall of the innocent
We, the scourge slay suddenly
All for Arcturus
And the chamber of the south
Me and my little mouth
For Pleiades and Orion
For brother Brian
He brake me with a tempest
And coffee is served
As my own mouth condemn me
He restores the perfect and the wicked
As a backsliding heifer
Stand in your large place for our hydrophobia
We learn again to swim....
Reflections On A Best Western Study
1-17-17
The wind bound
Look up in her wings
You were moving so fast but yet so slow
And we're still making love
My own mouth condemn
As if I say I am descent
I know what is right
Dying for the truth
Lying in my youth
Flying to the ticket booth
During my Best Western study
For Zephier our Naamathite
Plying questions
I am one mocked of his neighbor
As the door is locked upon all labor
Just and upright
The ponies run
And the odds are here to beat.....
Job Answers
1-17-17
Exchanging gifts
That you are meant to keep
Job answers with riffs
As I slowly awaken out of sleep
Enjoy the morning while it lasts
For the wretched and the meek
O, just and upright
We must, yes one must fight
In invincible defeat
Job answers "I am one mocked of my neighbor"
One more fix till the medicine arrives
You with your love, hello, my love
And goodbye the day has begin
Ephraim is joined to idols
And their drink is your continual whoredom
For seven moist Saturdays
Alarmed because of sacrifice
Here it is!
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