Monday, May 7, 2018

chain

Making A Chain
3-7-18

Conceit is a disease much like addiction
Press on in spite of affliction
In my secret places always suspicious about something
God gave me these feelings good and bad
O, is it easy to say it as I write a song and play it
Looking towards an appearance of fire
Wondering if they have a choir
When it is the they that becomes as we
As I join up in another vision of glory
Still writing up my sunny day
By intakes of abomination where I think of you
Offend in one point and be guilty of all
Don't miss the mark of Charan and today's first firetruck
O, I hope not for Irish clans and badgers
According to what is diverse
Tomorrow they might hit a nerve
Now full their stomachs
As possessed in life like a treasure immeasurable....





I'm Only A Visitor
3-7-18

In love with the book of Mormon and its texture of its cover
Not just another
We could help each other out of a jam
Not abbreviated here for the long tomorrow we meet again
God willing
By the worship of ancestors
As the past is close behind
And I admire the long distance runner that I was
As if I still am all for Shem, Japheth and Ham
And land filled with crimes of bloodshed
For Ezekiel's four visions
Teeth drilled tomorrow
O, turn again and witness idols of the house
And thick clouds of incense tangled up
Turn again, O, have you seen this
For the hole in the wall turn again
Between the altar and this porch
You cannot hide with such a torch
In the morning countenance no longer sad....







Sprung From Ancestral Worship
3-7-18

Spring from ancestral worship
He told himself he didn't mind the weather
Into the hands of man clothed in scarlet
As God so loves the drunkard and harlot
Even with their battle ax fighting the old nature still I am
O, why?
As to the threshold to the temple
I ramble perhaps prior to the true test which is today
I pass with a B plus
In the hallow of my own hands
Up from the cherub the scholar understands
Consider these things for the puppeteer pulling my strings
As Mosiah proposes
O, where was it at today
I cherish my cat in a place
Where quiet doesn't always mean peace of mind
For ear worms unkind
Only for one day as to represent the Father
But why in fancy suits, I inquire
As priests wear black for the cypruss....







First And Foremost
3-7-18

At this time nothing is more important than this
As I fall on my face and give her a big kiss as to receive frailties
And inherit the fire
They are delivered in being humble as a small child
For the rooster crowing thrice
With all power and faculties
No need to throw the dice
Behold, we have our friends to lean on
Jesus first and foremost
Like a sun sinking like a ship
As it seems I won't be cured
But I will be as a testimony
To them whom walk my way
Come the voice of people who want it
As I still haunt it
Greeting sister Holland again
Books of Rose one of my top priorities
O, what will be found?
As to deliver us backstage
And let the cat out of the cage
Under iniquitous kings
Our lover sings....






Confronting Lillian
3-7-18

Inequality no more in our mouths
Nor upon tongues of men that speak
Confronting Lillian
She is tired of the attention inside of me
As I face up to taking a turn to the bizarre
To inform my readers
That such has been a trial and a half
For the backstage manager
And our golden calf
Plowing into the book of Alma
Long time coming concerning the affairs of the church
Which is you all members of one another
Jesus you have been more than generous
For our Savior's earthly mission in a current hedgerow condition
But most of all I admire the snow
As she doth fall in her squall
By our first and chief judge
"Keep on chugging" so she says
As if I were a train
Insane!







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