spirits up

Keeping The Spirits Up
3-9-18

Who sins, blind man or his parents
The answer is everybody
In taking up Wharton for the tears on the letter
In a green smoky haze
Like magic in the morning
In streams of purity
And divisions among us
Wash in the pool of Siloam
Winding ahead my clocks
In hopes for a new pair of Jesus shoes
And combat boots
Digging Dante and bragging on Browning
Who is he that might believe
I say this not to oppose but as the condoning
In times when I doze
As to come into the world
That for but a moment froze at the Alhambaf Inn
But not to approve of or even condone sin
Blessed is the man whose conscience
Does not condemn the thing he alloweth
O, Sarah Princess observe the billboard
On the side of the road as we crack the code
Salvation a la mode....






Hello, Filomena
3-9-18

Soon time to wake her up
I want to go in spite of any of such gravity
Let me know, sister your point of view on the message
Led by the Holy Spirit soon time to make that call
As it is moving us towards something better
Greeting Filomena halfway off my heels
Hoping for no such skips on my CD
Where I becomes as the we
Loving Kenneth like a brother
So I can more clearly see
O, are angels real we inquire
Tolling for the underdog
As we gather around the fire
By which we are baptized
Almost naked simply a happy coincidence
But O, so much more
Let us examine the evidence
In cathedral evenings we assume the positions
By the time you read this
You would have known me a whole lot better
According to Spirit and letter...





Chimes In Dimes (Rhymes)
3-9-18

If not so much as learning of it
Perhaps we simply enjoy it
For windows into awareness
Still striking for the hurting
Strung out and hung out under the same sun
And chimes and sometimes it rhymes
Clean shaven again
As one to learn about the truth of angels
It's won't be too long
In a need to learn how to meditate over again
Like a rededication to my higher self
No more dematerialized soon time to wake her
Counting myriads of miracles all around us
O, blessed be in you and me
So much more to see come to me my dreams
Not according to what we lack
Keeping spirits bright
O teach me today, tomorrow and always
In dreams of diving headlong into the bog
And another side to Bob soon sad eye and happy mouth....






My Instant Gratification
3-9-18

Out for another quick fix
The devil is up to his same old tricks
May it not hurt my testimony of picking up sticks
As my guard stands hard deceiving many
But agreeing for a penny
Far exceeding the limits in divine characteristics
As one flows imperceptibly in our proverbists
A better place
It's not so easy to forget in Straub and King
Goers stand up and sing
It stands empty and still you keep the main thing
Just what it is as she is up and getting ready
For this fellowship
God please be kind to my vulnerable mind
Hanging in there in spite of divisions
In society I mention this
Just to but confront it
Reading my Watchtower and our ensign
Breeding no questions
But what's the matter
As foreseen and soon
The green...