Thursday, June 14, 2018

accustomed

Accustomed
3-22-18

Soon off to spend some money
But not on the bread and honey
At last it is sunny
Alright, okay he that humble himself as a little child
Is the greatest in the kingdom for our method and reward
Today I hand it all over to the Lord
Where the fire is still burning in my heart
Of ancient beginnings and pristine outcomes
I find it hard to know hoping I need not climb a mountain of ice
As we come to Bethphage
New is the old age in wisdom in our disposition and juxtaposition
It's a different face you're showing
Tell me why!
Many are called but few are chosen
And I see my own shadow
All earn their penny
Even those that stand idle
O, bring along your colt and never mind the lightning bolt
Not a today problem
Loving them no matter what they say
O, wonder....





Think Joy
3-22-18

Think joy in a roller rink to create and destroy pink
And coy born of our time and circumstances
I love them no matter what they say as to Bethphage
I just turn the page and let the bird out of her cage
All things ye ask in prayer believing you will receive
As the poem is filled with Christian sentiments
No longer to deceive and to suppose it could be a whole lot greater
If I've come clean
O, lost love of Louisiana
Love is the whole law in us all
And the deepest treasure
All open hearts are calling for the deepest measure
Where Alma is a warning to the wicked including us all
Having no preparatory state but again given a clean slate
And thus the plan of redemption
Every blessed day such as today
For glad tidings throughout the land
Think joy....






Warbling Again
3-22-18

Far old night lost in a warbling
In poems of all shapes and sizes
And many scribbles by introduction my Ginsberg judge
O, Fastera need another quick fix
We reach the goals we set for ourselves
All peace to cast away all doubt
In the universal command to love one another with the assistance
Of one that sticketh closer than a brother
God has plans for me today
After the order of His So to this foreknowledge men are called as high priests
As we roll from downed tragic pass through April is South Dakota
Another storm is on its way
Out on the prairie worst case scenerio take a cab today
O, provisions not lost to star point the signal of endlessness evermore
O, I implore!





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