Euroclydon

Euroclydon
7-3-17

Crying to the grass and trees
Let me feel once more
O, the aftermath of such an ordeal
In black smoke thunders our flame
Folds along the trail of His machine
Go out and get what you need
Dedication on the top of the line
Use the situation to your advantage
How have they increase that trouble me
Meditate within your heart
On your bed and be still
In respectable professional fields
Down with ones defense
And up with the shields
Offering the sacrifice of righteousness
I missed the firework display again....





Bundle Of Sticks
7-3-17

Down in Adria at midnight
Shipmen deem that they drew nigh
To some strange country
Finding it fifteen fathoms from shore
Be of good cheer
Many have come this way before you
An extra two hours of sleep paid off
And I have more hopes for a heaven
Than I did yesterday
Beseeching them to take meat
And see it rolling away where they escaped
All safe to the mainland
Filled with the love of all that lies so deep
Landing at Melitia
Lodging us three days courteously....





Shaking Off The Snake
7-3-17

Shaking off the snake and feeling no harm
Fastened upon his hand a friendly viper
And a fantastic trumpet solo where I feel dark
As to scintillate a spark
Showing us like kindness
Father of Publius lay sick with fever
By the sign of Castor and Pollux
Fetching a compass to Rhegium
To take on what he found
Who can escape what he desires?
By rivers of the good stuff
It seems never enough
Wintering and summering in the Isle
Hearing ye hear and not understand
Stay with me and bring out the band.....




To Divide Waters
7-3-17

darkness on the face of the deep
Without a morsel I could not sleep
Earth without form and void
The Spirit moves the waters
And the whales are paranoid
As the heart of the poorer way gross
And ears full of hearing
Looking for Virgil
Hard to be found  at Hudson park
Towers giving no warning nor reason
Shamefaced and spotted as to churn the deep
As to learn how to sleep
Our nature is to malign
As slow down for children reads the sign...






Decade-Long Dance
7-3-17

Who eats moldy grapes these days
But those in their desperation
And haste, O stone of destiny
Shine your light
Called over by a true king of Tara
The demon red
The time will come to pass
Roll thou in the clouds
And alarm those thirteen angels
And sound the trumpet
Doing my best not to worry about tomorrow
Sent here because of the Spirit rough and ready
Tough and steady
Given extensive background of such a subject
Rending the ancient so cried he to pass the sweet time
One cannot come back all the way....