ligate

Ligate
3-2-18

Please do like fleas that die too
Given a book designed to be a companion
For my spiritual growth
But I cannot take such an oath
Everything to hide here from ones lost and fallen state
And the wheel to recreate true to the faith
I hope to be
Greeting Oliver Cowdery
To see what it could mean to live right
And have another good night
O, great apostesy be not the issue
When I blow in a tissue
And Aaronic Priesthoods at age twelve
For the opportunities to participate in what comes our way
With its authorization of presiding
Helping to beat today's wind gusts
Not to neglect such a great gig on the night shift
By ligature of my spine...







Barefoot And Naked
3-2-18

Given manuscripts of the year of '01
To cheat off of quoting what has already been written
You are not me in being Bachman with every whisper
Trying to keep an eye on you in a hurt as lost yet saved
Binding one up with too much rope
O, flagon with myself begone easily said in redistribution
In very grim crime against the temple
By our final consonant
Zenith my state-of-the-art laser printer
Attempting it to be as such
Consider this still testing the waters
Hot and cold in redistribution and occasion out of time
Out of mind, beside myself
Where did all the time go
For initial sounds of following words....





Tuition
3-2-18

Seeming so low and shallow yet high and deep
I still need to go there as well in the Abrahamic
We find much more true to oneself
O, silent as to do your thing in articulation of final consonants
Not near enough but close to God
Upbeat the tutelage of guidance steering us clear from the old ways
But who am I to say for first-string participants of trying again
For fee and tuition and guardianship at our worship
Such is my gift and on Tuesday I get my lift
Under tutors of this telling tantalizing tall tales of tedium
And red scrip eligibility
It's what I do that makes me......





As To Confirm
3-2-18

Receiving confirmation through earnest prayer
I will keep on knocking on that brick wall
Under our guardianship whispering to our child for the hand-off play
In the third quarter teaching our own princes of Balak
True to oneself but far from true to the faith
Looking for more parallels where all doctrine is profitable
But I didn't think of you guessing that was all I needed
Yet laden in vile clandestine and surreptitious stealthy and sly
I'm a nice guy
Build me here seven altars on my solitary hill alone
Balak offers sacrifice and there is nowhere I need go today
But to my personal Kirjathhuzath to shake my trees
And whisper hallelujah....