Grandiose
4-8-17
Hands of the clock are straight four times a day
Three fifteen I suppose living inside
We're not out of the woods yet
Speaking of the lady of animation
Coming from the world of misfits ecstasy
Dare to enter where the Cow is the most grandiose
Back inside where my heart's thrown open wide
I made it through again and this time around
I want to stay with it
O, common soliloquy
We're not out of the woods yet
Good to be crushed as grapes make better the wine
Not near enough...
Crushed (As Grapes)
4-8-17
Brother look at the sunrise
Early to rise quite wise
God is here but thank him as well for the lies
As the honeycomb returns and the taster learns
It's written in the book
Of many other pulpits and their sweet fruits
Plumbs and nectarines soon again in season
Glory of God seeing great for lunar flesh
As God comes veiled
I wouldn't wish this on anyone
Deep into the darkness peering long
I stood surely
That is something
Throw your love around....
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