Monday, April 16, 2018

Ammon

Ammon Taught Us Well
2-27-18

Profiting us something
Yea, the dreams we recall
Believing one to be the Ancient One
As dawning is the day
And I'm awake by five
Deliver me for you are my God
As no one considers it in his heart before the tide
Driving diviners mad
Like gold miners that find none and are sad
Return to me for I have redeemed you
Sing, O heavens for the Lord hath done it
As Cyrpus will perform
And Damascus will conform
I can tell by the way they move
That we have a lot to prove
As Ammon teaches the people of Limhi
Things one cannot learn in school
As I sow filthiness and reap the east wind
By means of faculties of mind, heart and soul....





Seer Of Visions
2-27-18

Just doing ones time in fading away
As to bring immediate restoration
I'm up and dressed and ready to get my blood drawn
Rehearsing the first words
All for the thirst of diving birds
In the time of Zeniff watching a Samsung on a Zenith
As explained where three hearts are better than two
As I expound it to king Limhi and teach it to our people
Interpreted by our own feelings and a four cord sting
Cannot easily be broken
As to bridle breastplates
And to steer clear of the things that God hates
Peopled with a generation numerous
By mind and body analagous
As to swallow the land of day
Eclipse most dreamed of in the hilts
Never to perish and blades to cherish and another clean shave
For memory of Uncle Dave
Where a seed is greater than a prophet...






On Mosiah 8:21
2-27-18

Loading crates down on the dock
Polishing plates and hammering away the rock
As all living creatures are endowed as daybreak breaks
And fields are to be plowed by ineffable providence
And passion for Pedigree
In the space of many days diligent just as we are
Praying that it all works out today for you and me
Where the seer is a revelator and dreaming is free
Hidden things manifest seen as clear as light of day are such visions
Of prosperity
O, wild flock that flee from the shepherd
I shall not want but indeed I do
And God knows it as driven ad scattered
Like a stained glass shattered
O, how marvelous the works
How long doth he suffer the people to hurt
And cry out for more.....






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