Harrowing
1-2-18
The wicked take the truth to be hard
Including us all as Liahona guides their course
And messages are delivered to those who have eyes to see
Powerful and harrowing
The script beyond the indigo horizons
And jade clouds of good dreams of going there
For Tranky Croft in East Riding of course chaperoned hands in the air
Hold out
It's going to get better
Of a humdrum life of classics behind the scene
Of what one can hear
Feeling the sharpness of steel
Calling Sidney Peel
There's no hurry of Rich Hull
Shipowning our tranquil banalite
And a late shave
Good to go
A legend prophesying itself....
M.C.
1-2-18
Leave it at eleven
Or add it up to two
It's your call on this one
In the gifts of God to bring to the table
All have something to contribute
In things temporal and eternal
In things fleshly and spiritual
Times were good and still are
In another way about it
To disregard this caution
And let our defenses down
As few fall by the wayside
In our Stage-Door Johnny without expectation
God has my migraine
A tall order but I believe it could be as such
Highly personal and melodramatic
Letting her throw the shore from the first contraction
Such rests upon those that need it most of ceremonies our host....
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