Monday, April 17, 2017

history

Recounting The History
3-7-17

Come along and take it all in
As to build a ship
He exhorts them by recounting the history
As to behold the mystery
My words fly off my pen
Brother Laman stirs up our hearts to anger
And with all the heart she learns to see him again
Open today the coffee house in the paths of May in
Into sweet summertime
Not to give it to him
But to make us work for it
In our heal ideal
O, what is real
Carrying the people
Across these waters
Whither shall I go or not....




With Little Tommy Behind
3-7-17

O, make your bellows of skins of breasts
We come to the seashore
In which the sailor invests
Never mind the hacking in the hallway
They are not our pests
I took so much for granted
Now we're in for such changes
Keep on raining my good man is packing off to Scurries
For several weeks where the eyes don't see at all
Learning a sumptuous correction just for snow
Taking again my leave for strong rum
Pivot and snare drum march for a mother
Save your money to join her there
A small sum every week....




On First Nephi 17:8
3-7-17

How can we keep your words
When you cannot interpret what is written
To claim us with a taunt
Be the freedom to the lighting of a spark
A light in the wilderness
I had my eyes glow in the dark
I saw a million signs to bring you out of Jerusalem
To see something new
Then shall construct a ship
Just to keep us hanging on
See it as an opportunity
And say to yourself change is good
And it can be like heaven
For some flavor snatching the ball quickly
For eyes growing in the dawn
Where I tell a million lies
Quickening of our two weeks....






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