mythos

Mythos
2-26-18

Sometimes three and three make a seven
I like the idea of variations of heaven
Way to go, o silversmith!
Not quite requisite as one hath done before
We say it's garbage when we misunderstand
And find that we know treasure in that trash bin
Already lost count of the tally
Looking for a sermon that is right up my alley
Immovable in good works in all the years combined
To melt into a terrible night vision
It's your decision and mine
Hearing my heart pound in my chest
So many that I cannot number
Then come spring I become a virgin
To it thrice more in the transition into twilight
As done in wisdom and in order
A Hundred miles an hour across the Canada border
Where it all rolls into one
Astounding
Cloud coverage of the sun....





"All Peace!"
2-26-18

O, Lord Omnipotent
Will I again repent and go to where I am sent
For the new system of philosophy
A thing to cherish most in one whom doesn't know where he is going
"Where ya at!" he cries
"Where do you think?", she drones
As to need much today with numbers in my favor
In accordance with the times of signs and wonders
All things done in order adding growth to our minds
Didn't want to say brains due to latter rains
Where flying is wonderful when you have an anchor
For thoughts of its own
Honoring ones dream awareness as relevant
"All peace!". saith the bard
And sometimes it is said "There is no peace"
So we pray and not cease....





Lines Of Who Knows
2-26-18

Some birds cry, "Cheer!"
And others wail, "Kill!"
but O why!
The last time I said this I got into a lot of hot water
For golden hills veiled in grey
O, what remains but wind and rain
Let the people renew their strength
All for our supplanter that wrestles
What if I'm in the wrong profession
Says a poet on the sidelines
Of Who knows where
O, mountain like a lampshade
Following the path to the river delta
And sparkle in the reeds
Loving its feel in my hands
Measuring more than the planting and growing
Shall we call it by His name
O, ancient one, the vehicle to get us there
And back in our Cthulhu
My pen full of it
One more before I go
And keep it simple
Be of good cheer....





Sound Test
2-26-18

Tired of putting myself on trial
The first baby step on a trail of tears gone dry
In ducts from our domicile of which hath wrought a mighty change
In one with the desire to turn back
Where the music gets heavy and the Ford is replaced with our Chevy
Of genuine Christian dogma
Yesterday I beg you therefore ye are born of Him
Sometimes it takes awhile to make that transition into daylight
Under four hundred seventy six for smacks
More of this Damascus heresy and blue light rain for image
That will not totter getting colder feeling hotter
Failing ignominously just as I left it
And I can hold out for enthnology of mythology
Our consequent discovery
Today leave nothing out
And add not thereunto....






Lehi-Nephi
2-26-18

For a change of heart
I say yea, my good
Another sudden start for all acacia wood
Whereby salvation cometh to the neighborhood
You'd be surprised how much you've accomplished in looking back on the week
Trying to reevaluate crazy wonderful
I can hear it beat out loud
Leaving Zarahelma
For once I get the right pronunciation
Taking it too seriously my baby, O salty
Dismissing the multitude
Up to the land of Lehi-Nephi sewn up tight
Consequently resolving a puzzle with missing pieces
I think we're onto something
But not in ways boastful
"You'll get through it", so I tell her
With a Father of all things
Jerry still sings and I'm dreaming
As such theories shall argue equal...