Apokalupsis

Apokalupsis Unwilling
3-15-18

Not for the slaying of paragons
Where everyone will make it
He gives it to me and I take it
In our guard of Samaria and Sodom our burning
Making us to appear righteous
In that we are still learning
O, fine chalice say hello to Alice
According to the Spirit that is with me
Through the will of Sosthenes, our brother in the faith
As to illustrate our distinction constantly made in our Epistles
Called letters to the churches standing in grace
One of the original patrolmen in actual state
Grace is our Apokalupsis as rules are rules
And I need be honest about messing up in all utterance and knowledge employed
Here of living right so is my fear
Testimony confirmed in you.....






Jerusalem (Mother Of Us All)
7-15-18

Trip no further but call it a morning
And reign again
As to originate O, mistress mine redeemed
Where mystery is for the life in a pool of holy writing
Not as this who am I fooling
Under modern authorities
Turning ones back on the guardian
As we set out for another
And at eleven call Mother
What is love in such hereafter
I need to do something
Getting something kicking
Keep on, O soldier for an ounce of gold
Today under a schoolmaster
Already blowing it on Weir
As long as we are yet children
All for our beggarly elemennts
Where the allegory can be as the true story after all
Back to Florence in the west....





Louie (Merton)
3-15-18

One from Agar and one behind a shining star
Two covenants I failed to set into motion
Of Holy Cross Abbey out of range right next to my tabby
Prove a hatchet of haze loving our salted maize
Good to me zealously affected
Always for a good thing
Spending ten trillion in change on childhood games
I wonder if she is still with us
Calling Louie bond and free
One by a tree
Woman bond of promise
Two others after flesh
Come wash our inwards
Oblation not to be baked with leavened bread
Chopping wood for ones own good until it's understood
This do in remembrance
Each man has his prize as firstfruits not to be burned
Yet to be needing a lift....





I Blew It
3-15-18

Not quitting anytime soon because I love it
It starts with a tingling as to continue to just be
And just be me
United financialist for the memorial and the token as to pluck away the crop
And place it on the ashes
Power to you if you can go without
God wants dimes and dollars and cat flea collars
God wants Swiss franks finding our commonality
No meat offering be made with leaven
I blew it again putting it out halfway
God help us all for oblation and libation
For sin offering more error in manner and ordinance
And more turkey scratch
Being honest
I blew it....