fresh air

Fresh Air At Last
2-7-18

Down at the west side
There is noise all for poise
As spoken unto you in sleet and rain
May not this winter be in vain
Nothing wrong with going exploring in other faiths and creeds
To see to their needs for pipes and reeds
Comparing its essence with that of a true believer
In the way in Crowley's unique system
While we were thus employed and warning lights shine on my map
Accordingly praying for those in slick spots
Behold this mystery and come and see.....





Equinox Soon
2-7-18

Praying for those whom bring it around
As to do our first works in puffs and perks
And then one day more than just come what may
As to accept the Ghost that gives all utterance
I pray for those on the path
Notwithstanding the days are lengthened
And soon we will turn our clocks one hour ahead
Where a movement is accomplished
Great must be our rising up anonymous
That your joy might be full
As change returns success
Be ye therefore perfect
By divine design sometime today
Fear not, I do good
As change is due to come....





Hazel Chose Faith
2-7-18

In rafters of fir and beams of cedar
And windowsills of mahogany
We are what we are for a spiritual eclipse
And God doth give us comfort and cheer
Hazel chose faith in poems and perspectives used tome
Good deal as spiral of realization and a new dawn of the Quorum
Of the twelve it is stated here that we are to have no fear
O, God bless our prophet dear as advancing years furrow our brows.....





Too much
2-7-18

It's a beautiful faith
But sometimes it seems like too much to but bear
As I tremble on stormy seas
And burning sand loving the texture of their books
His words with fire impress abject but not forsaken
Stay safe today still may the light within shine upon us
Where the city of golden streets awaits those who choose to see it
For what it is
Call us brothers and you will see great things yet to come
As designed in pound and plate another hand to hold
Making ones way through the cold
As to be with significant force...





By Way Of Pen (Shine)
2-7-18

As to say we need no more
But whose to say as to implore
We're with you heart and soul
As to hiss forth as God is God of more than enough
Coming back to this history
Take this river to the sea
Where time is washing over me
Given something new to say along the narrow way
As time has run its course
We saddle up another pale horse
In the power to articulate
I will make it through it again
Shine on this land by way of pen....