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3-8-18

It was a dream about a pinball machine
That ran by tobacco as fuel
O, can I make sense of such
Yes I can in time
And Scripture reads
Yea, give him money
Lifted up in the pride of his heart
Endeavoring to enforce and hope for good news
With my praised companion of the hill Manti
How does it feel to read the book
And a visit of the Holy Ghost
Neither be called master in all of our alibies
Non starring befuddled in material object
Namely my books and good information
No matter how much as to redirect the flow
In costly apparel hearts still are hardened
As a tiny cloud sheathes the sun but for a moment
Smiting it but not by fists
For the sake of riches and honor....





On Alma 1:25
3-8-18

Two more poems before I go
What am I to face
Only God can but know
As what is distant is made near
In ancestral worship
My cat is teaching me another lesson in her sandbox
Hopefully not both numbers
And water on pickled cucumbers
Wroth with Gideon delivering Limhi
He shall be released into the wilderness to offer a sacrifice
On a one block brisk walk to the taxicab
For badges as remnants
Under snow-hidden ice-skin
Why must you intrude in gray areas
Nevertheless many among us are yet carnal
And hearts are hardened
And my soil contains many rocks
And roots of other aspens
And persecution is loaded upon them...





Living Magnet
3-9-18

Addictions are not desires
But a means of escaping your true feelings
Believe it or not in the church there are still instantaneous healings
Up at half past three doing laundry
How does it seem as to remember last night's dreams
May desires be born of love where the laver can comingle with the dove
As you are not to outline how the feeling should be manifested
My coffee is still too hot to handle
And my faith is tested and Jesus says
Learn of me and walk in my ways
Turn not on me and vow to follow for the rest of your days
As so mankind is marred like our windows barred
And you are a living magnet.....





Learn To Feel
3-9-18

Driven in haste to pick up her next passenger
And my cat climbs willingly into her cage as if it were a bed
And there's nothing wrong with getting ahead
As we learn to vibrate higher frequencies
Say it over and over again
To make it a reality in joy in abundance
Gratitude and awe caught within the spell
In moment by moment beginning again in the future's voice
That has only just begun by divers means
All of what one cannot name
In tear jerking scenes
Learning to cry again
In more than what it means
For today fish and greens
In wonder and appreciation
To wonder in awe and love
And the spell we learn to be under
God, today do your thing in me.....