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...





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