harmonize

Singing Out Of Tune (Learning To Harmonize)
3-14-18

O, have you come from your ice house O, Eskimo
Of engineering electoral and another invitation come Sunday
Please God convince me that this is the true church
As a power to be reckoned with
O, son of coppersmith
And daughter of our carpenter
Nothing in life works until you understand it
Like the wood of the vine in fertile forests of felicity
Another kind of fire so cleanses us
Then you are washed in the water to gush out of His side
But not for pride where I was the only one not in unity with the harmonizing
Of the melody but at least I was there
For the once and twice puzzling reference
As not to take care
Among the Khetf we dwell....





On Galatians 3:6
3-14-18

As for the maturity when you were born and given a navel
I watch the television when it's turned off using my imagination in making movies
In a mind like a meteor praying for contentment
And a courage to cope caring for craftiness
And two or more streams flowing together this week
I live on yogurt and junkfood in all such reticence
Where God says wait succoring those in need of longsuffering and temperance
Quiet from the fear of evil as to feign and dissimulate
And invent another story of where you came from
And soon later we are to make believe and pretend
As I step into the water by which Abraham believed
Accounted for his righteousness.....






As Annulling
3-14-18

Praying to make sense out of the book of Mormon unfathomable
In its metaphor
Who are you saving this saver for a door opened
That cannot be shut never again to disannul in this inexhaustible source
We'll get Mountain Dew in Peru and Sprite in you know who
As to make null of the mountain made of a molehill
As not of faith so is our law
But the man that does it will live in it
O, can ye withstand these things
O, meet me in the garden for I've got salmon
Some in the need of famine
Living off of yogurt and M&M's
O, can we lay aside these things once and for all
And I say God forbid it is what I thrive for
In thee all nations be blessed
All for the miracle....






Between Bedboard And Pillow
3-14-18

Pink is a science of its own
Somewhere between a pillow and a bedboard carved in stone
Touching the coolness of the right side
All that is harmed is my pride
I speak by way of invitation
To comfort the feeble minded
And there are a million other things I could be doing
As another bard and seer is blinded
As received into the church not a building but His body
And no man pardoned by the works of law
As we establish it in conscience as to establish again Zarahelma
For the supermarket life I didn't need to live
No man disannul nor add to it in peculiar manifestations
Of our Karshish
Toll the bell again
As to suspect all sustenance....