give

Give
2-9-18

Tell me when it's time I wake her
As to advance before the note takers
Resenting the reaction
And my apartment smells good of Black Silk
As to minister whereunto me and you
The doctrine is the glue
He loves us and wants us to live life more abundantly
And in God there is more
Don't miss it!
As it brings its own relief
Say not, O good grief
Like Charlie Brown giving place to the thief
In haunts of eastern wars
Here I am send me
In the living bread coming down from heaven
Of which we are and we are....




Brother's Jesting
2-9-18

For the symbolism of our sacrament
He who was rent so He will heal
I want to go there one more time
For their joyful dances as Spirit enhances
In Spirit from the heart of mind
I don't mind but I care
From my book of expressions lifted up again by the Lord
"I want to suck your blood"
So jests a brother below me
"I'm going to bust you up", he also jests
And that's life as to point further
For the profound meaning of his metaphor
As to manage to see the bright side
Soon to investigate
God willing
At Earlscourt, my guiding light....






Hobby (Profession)
2-9-18

In the valleys wondering why
As one curious sallies as to oneself to die
Brought up in Largelady Park not left in the dark
Send me your bible as to be today adopted in my pewter cross
To give me the confidence
Send me for I want to reach you
To dust we return some say
As one to go wandering in the paralysis of analysis
Our Pygmalion as a plain clothed copper founder
In gold and things are looking up weary of the battle as chivied
As Yorkshiremen of gratitude
That's my profession
Also my hobby....





Intermingling Quality
2-9-18

Between the pages is my own spiritual nourishment
Feeding myself today as to flourish over fried flounder
Rave on words of printer's page
As friend recounting giving way still to error
Where Jesus shows up in that we get to take of these emblems
Never to put off the natural man and his deeds
As to understand the oneness in sarcastic bystanders
Through this atonement rail by rail
Spike by spike driving my harness tonight
You will understand at last abiding in the vine
As spring will strike again
Quite fine now, Clara...