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Treading Down
2-8-18

Making six strings do eighty-eight keys
Now really?
Have we found something
Or is it all in vain
Come two meanings of strength
In numbers and lo, we should suffer and be very afraid
In an easy trap as the worth of souls is as glory
And I am yet to tell my story
As He saves us from ourselves
Guilty till proven innocent
As to close my eyes and see signs
Like specs a people tall and of smooth skin
I awaken and I win....





Tastes Like Licorice
2-8-18

No plane up in the sky
Going sane sitting in places high
Come the essence of what seemeth scarce
Our alegiance renounced
I'm the luckiest man whom ever lived
For the reed on the waters
And the cannonball with the promise of the brave
Not too old to keep on rocking
Then behold at eventide
Two of three others survive
Hello, goodbye as loving my four sisters
Minding no longer my blister but still caring....





Silent Freeway
2-8-18

Antidote: Remember who you are
Poison in caring what others think
As we perceive and clean again the kitchen sink
In language idiomatic
Collect call to the other side of the moon costly
As it is as prophesying
I still harden my heart like soil sullied with stones
Fear not
The good Shepherd knows
Where you are finding my favorite ax
Less tax when we fax in caring hands
The loner finally understands
O, what did the Savior teach
But to just take it easy on silent freeways.....





Be Glad
2-8-18

Nephi tells why Christ is baptized
To beat you to a pulp on a Thursday morning
That's one way about it
Known as the gate to the stall
According to the plainness of prophesying
In the authentic disciple
All are hypocrites
But we will all reach out to bless others
Fixed on our glorious happiness
Hello and goodbye
O, star on the path to perfection
That is a process for the procrastinating prognosticator
And don't let go of the rod of iron in a yearning for home
Where you can be glad!





In Reading The Ensign
2-8-18

Rediscovering in the form of a dove
As to yet confirm to love
In climes better suited for aspens uprooted
By His grace I am here today
In such a beautiful faith
They have about their loins
O, see me stroll on through the meadow
With full purpose of heart and real intent
Yea, by following and sword swallowing
Having no idea for the flowers vast by the wayside
Not for glory or even pride
Do ye not remember feasting upon the Word
In pride, flock, swarm and herd....