Monday, June 25, 2018

gorse

Gorse-Bush
3-28-18

For quick spots on gorse-bushes
The hour so pushes and the sun comes up on our love
Whereunto I am ordained as one chosen
As pained but no more frozen
Covered with a shallow veneer as to but as such steer clear
As to make shipwreck and stumble over stereotypes
And thus ended the eleventh year and also their great city
That God did not destroy due to their goodness for labyrinths
And another land to darken to the sound of another clock ticking I hearken
Much too precise in every part only to kiss the morning air
O, save our ship as to raise a sufficient army as seas grow heavy
God don't dessert me now whereas in silks methinks
How sweetly it comes and goes and God knows....




Veiled To The Perishing
3-28-18

Present the chief root and past, the stump
To turn my head to the skies and gaze into the heavens
I dare not beg a smile let alone a laugh
Soon I must return for I have much to learn of my panacea and gentle lure
Commanding magnificent lies
O, what's the news for sillohettes of gray
With eyes that slime to draw another goblet from the cask
And be careful what you ask for
Supplications to be made for all men
O, King Eternal of the moral minority one mediator
Between God and man
Our Savior of Spirit that still teaches
Soon time for the season of peaches
Where firstfruits belong and I can wait....





On Psalms 25:16
3-28-18

For grace men of dignity to enslave the pen
Where I am motion of the Pacific ocean
Let's come together even while apart as prominent
Amongst these that bring the faithful to their knees
Thanking God for all I've been through
Choosing to rejoice if that's the last thing I do
Not to userp in knowing that the woman picked the fruit
Come deductions based on ones works and compassions ever of old
Clocking in at seven twenty one
One of my quickest mile runs under the same sun
O, the meek he will guide
And I put it all behind me for Ullman behind his desk
O, dwell at ease saying thank you and please
Yes or nay and no more in our second encounter
Soon a knock at my door
I can wait, yes
I am desolate and afflicted......






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