Insist
3-8-18
I'm here to discover a new element
Of peace in the face of persecution
As I search and find answers
and prime those tiny dancers
No such respite and no other way out
God wants us to live life more abundant in the face of doubt
Of freewill like sharpening a chiseling tool
And legislature in our ruthless hand sheathed and concealed
It's simple if the insight were as such in our objective
Current ahead has no remorse in the time of my confession
Wading in the pool of tears waist deep
Protected as we receive the Ghost and for it I must pray
No longer deceived in that we have lived before
We were conceived in the view of his wisdom if one insists....
Of Straub And King
3-8-18
You still walk across my page
As in the now yet old age
In the bitter stagger of solitude quite sweet
I hear the ancient footsteps walking inside our moccasins
God forgive me of my sins where I had to reinvent my raging river to the sea
I had to just be me by the ways of Straub and King
I stand up and sing like a dove to take wing
For the host in such a world as this and a Jack in the box
I can almost kiss emphasis added in no such cell padded
Reverberating in canyons echoing in caves carrying golden staves
Just for chicken scratch to be plainly printed if indeed one can translate
O, expect a miracle today
Growing tranquil even in trying times
Of dying crimes....
Of Smooth Textures
3-8-18
Restroom breaks before my drills
Of coping and managing skills
While the day is still ahead
Taken by the law of smooth textures of covers of books
As snowballs sing in poppy fields putting those living to sleep
O, moon tune sing it out, soon
Gospel or gossip
Weal or woe
In another bestseller ultimate terror and humor
Where the funnel opens and we pour our gasoline as if purloining you
Do what you need to do and chastise the platyrine
As to give us the full experience in feeling the Spirit
As the enemy is blocked out and pushed away
O, is this denial
Just as well as far as we can tell
As to dispense the powers of light
In Oatley tunnels we put up a fight....
Four Mile Gait
3-8-18
As to abide another good day
O, Shin McOntario with no dinero
What mind brings bleeding
Build a tower that many will overlook such
and with the Savior I get back in touch
And beautiful illusion counted as the facts in the book of acts
For refuge and protection
Have as many as you think you want and need
Having a prophet in our midst whereby we lie in wait
For our Cooper Union blues
Given for poetic clues
Words about betrothal seem not to apply to me
Picking on Kerouac where so hung umpteen top tippers
And a skid topsy-turvy as power did not rest upon me
Just to get through it and report back to class....
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