Boudicca

My Boudicca
12-1-17

Over the druids of morn
Just carry on in our tactical advantage
Gods living far from human reach
And you've got to do it again
Easily convinced  ever since we make meat mince
A port for three shillings
As Churchill accumulates bon vivant
Getting around to it for the commission
All for crazy December humidity of cupidity
But no more stupidity
In the abode of the gods
Let's eat and share stories
Having no soft spot
As if between a hard place and a pillow
Don't bring me down
Loving Boudicca under wanted heavens
And its closeness progress impressive
and vulnerability
Enter Bene
O, she misused me....




Pringles Due (exhortation)
12-1-17

Sunlight for crops on our labyrinth
Path to the otherworld
Whatever makes you happy in the books
Erudition not just for good looks
appearing in triplicity in prehistoric rock
Craving time to face the music
Heard regardless as the seat of the human soul
I can dig it toy in warmth and shelter from the elements
For our times in Sudan and Fincastle
Of status-quo
I thought you's like to know
Bearing their insignia of the battle slain
Doing my homework
I'm reading my other bible
As to rejoice come the morning light
God have me go to be a blessing
Under Esther
Under Ether
Or whoever you can read of.....





Ptolemaic Abundance
12-1-17

Down into our Annun
O, isle of apples
Bringing root beers and snapples in succession
With enormous talismatic properties
Hold on, day writer
For Saint Jerome as to produce what we create
Learn how to love and forget how to hate
Devoting canonical for their incision
But who are they to still inquire
Choose now two novels from off the shelf
For illustrations if so the Spirit dwells in you
As to research the temple and make brighter your light
To shine upon the world for impartation
And something to share
Not as word of men
But a prod to the pen
For passion and petition
As God has things
As I showed up with gifts
Of Ptolemaic abundance....