Much Obliged For Cerridwen
12-3-17
Something in the air
Guiding me there
My turn tonight as to position myself to receive it
However the sharp observed our preserver of prime time
The stars we ride and I'm glad in youthful alias for tomorrow's trials
And tribulation
Something in the air
Of cycles fenian eating dog's meat
To carry me through the evening
Onward into a new day equivilant to homage
In the French mat we dig our trench for Cerridwen birds
Lucy coming to stay in the sky of emeralds
As Demne O, deer have not fear
Engaged with issues as to read a concise internal teleprompter
And sip and sup....
Acquaintanceship
12-3-17
It is known in being far gone
Show me just a little more
Over which is superior in cauldrons of knowledge
For disparate figures and complex sugars
And dangers of all courses in safety
I wish them well on their way
To get a job to but impart what I've seen
Need to be a better way under our gears
Such magical prescription
As a chase that is broken like the last goodbye
You and I come a long way of Cooley saga in all that we have learned
O, Cecil like Gladstone all part of me now
In daily parliamentary letters and whispers in the dark
Since the last goodbye
Aim to deepen our acquaintanceship
In ever giving we were
Fold their bright wings alone!
Two Million Slain
12-4-17
Existence no longer as sad as things can become
In battles between the enchanted shape-shifters
By Ireland and her breadth
O, maid of Cooley for quality coming on out to say it
As the seam is split doing my homework reading their bible
Slain the millions but not for slander or libel
Hungry for knowledge
His soul mourned and refused to be comforted
God will provide even if we only bring our leftovers
Gold as silver is as glass is to wood
And it's all good in seeing the earth for brotherhood
In a world of variance of diversity....
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