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Green Lives On And Blood Returns
3-17-17

Landing on my feet unknown, the violet
Our remnant more or less known
Are we still leaning to our own understanding
Wherefore my sons never born
Had a world of pandemonium
Was it even settled?
She is warmer that Dian
Reveling in a region of sighs of relief
This weekend I prosper for the Green that lives on in us
All honoring heart is Xavier's for conversation
Without all of such wickedness
As we are all but vile
But clad in fashion and style
And love for our protectress
My O my....




At Lima's Feast
3-17-17

at Lima's feast
As if I've been there
Take up corn for them that we might eat
And live not in our own power to redeem them
Nevermind this misnomer
In the grip of sensual illusion
Blessed is the name
The name be blessed
That's all I knew
Arise from the dust
For a magnum of champagne
In the light of honor
Inasmuch as ye shall keep and observe it
Yet free to depart if such is what I choose
Behold His will be done
Consulting Jaron
Seeing yet Mosiah
To but stir it up....




Through The Lair Of Lion
3-17-17

So is a great cry
To take up words for those that hunger
Feeling ten years younger
To redeem those that tend to our vineyards
O Jesus, victory and the stuff that cannot be put into words
May we collaborate
Step out at 3 AM and wake up the birds
Our lazy bastard hiding in a suit
God will might for us
In the elaboration of a tune
Home to where it's better than before
In heavy wings of metaphor
Just use the door
By as Before Self in photographs
Of where the ponies roam to mix it up
Behind the veil
Through the lair of the lion....