Punctuate
3-12-18
Living within the vision and the power
The man of the hour
Watering his Zen flower
Not just to please them
By sugar and fine flour midway
Therefore it's what keeps us alive in Alighieri
Saluting Cifelli for synechdoche
Our figure of speech
To focus on the main detail
Today there is no hurry
Where one insists on folly
Where prosody can be rough
When it's never enough
To ardently desire salvation
As the first step of stepping into the light
Whereby hyperbole stands
Giving the coffee another chance
New to me and easily pure to resolve
In our own life's drama
For semicolon and comma.....
Fruitious
3-12-18
O, Frome of Wharton making me believe in you
For the higher hint of intellect
We realize that we need walk the track as well
Behold we preach the Word unto your fathers
As to make our own heaven
Clear through the firmament
By the numbered bands of new life stretched and swaddled
To have rather not remain up at an hour insane for the season
Making us feel it into our center ascending into our expanse
Where self is not known as is our God switching gears, speeds and moods
Making me see come tomorrow our destiny at the chime of five
I'm looking alive
The stars are in my heart
Waking to the power
Falling into this feeling of being fond of feasting fruitious
Muddling through....
The Long Way Round
3-12-18
Up and moving to my prog
A grooving fastening our seat belts
Making it to go in spite of what could be
Appearing to us the figure of Virgil face to face
Take me through their thunder and don't follow me
The closest I can get to real for spoil and plunder
Still quite platitude in the attitude of gratitude
For fame-like expressions and renunciation of all evil
Big shoes to fill covering ground
Written in light speed
Your're going to and we will be the flickering light
As I inquire O, am I the real deal
In all there is to feel
For manna as my next meal
And mammon all too real
Time to get on with it!
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