separate

Be Ye Separate (Take Five)
3-23-18

Being ye separate from the world for crazy music in doorways
And to dream of flying through their windows
It's not the way it has to be
As the shepherd divideth his sheep
And today not allow it to be by fire made
Five to make ten talents of gold for a house in the woods
O, monster can you scare us
O, Savior will you spare us
And all goats on the left as bereft for the treble cleft
In anathemas like the gifts one doth but covet
I cry until I love
Soon got to run for a day of undivided sun at midnight
A cry is made for the cast die
And a good grade like a man travelling into a far country
As muted sounds pump rhythm in Gabriel and Missus Morgan
To build a new climax
Five wise took oil in lamps.....





On First Corinthians 13:8
3-23-18

Like a man travelling into a far country
I go home to visit Mother
As my Ghost likes to travel of true entity
Never again to divide the sheep from the goats
And a brother says I can take tons of notes
As to have the empire stake the die all entertained in the pleasure that it brings
O, there's an opened book and many others just begun
As my bones like to stay put all for Lexi and his shining power
Peace to chief elders and priests
I don't know when in transition
Of Jesus in Bethany five years before my sobriety in August of '05
Step out and look alive where Judas kisses Him to have claim on mercy
O, to best grace making ready Passover
For the burial as tragedy comforts eternity
In the becoming wonder and ministry gifts exercised in love
As love never fails....





In Pollux (Pollution)
3-23-18

As Jesus appoints oil for the Tin Man's joints
And Spirit that follows
And many more glorious swallows for Chad
The Gentile deep and earwax on my index finger we but linger
O, watch and pray as the flesh is work like minds that go astray in Pollux pollution
Get real with this solution
Casting aside the thirty pieces of silver
I'm here again as to deny Him thrice
No way out but to just wait and see
By a notable prisoner Barabbas
The solution is to read their books for rocks rent
Have a good one was what I wanted to hear
Now that roads are clear
Coming to Golgotha O, place of a skull
Like a baby doll knit together by strings of pretty things
The angel sings for vinegar mixed with gall of suspension cracked for the Lamb....






On Alma 13:1
3-23-18

Always magic in the air
In William P.Young by a yellow jacket I am stung
As potential for our generation as the dust settles on my skin
On the sixth hour fulfilled in with messages omitted
Time to draw a new plan for the Latter Day Saints
Is there any freedom at all!
In the peace that transcends all you think you know
Now much rather we accept it with a cyanide rod blooming pecans
In a sense we bottle all we made
Love suffers long and is kind
In diversities the same God works all in all
Whether dour or free
I'm still me
O, am I a priest
Now that I accepted the gift
Presumable to avoid ostentation
Given flute in hand that is manifest
And for me quick to understand for sunshine in my stomach
And the order of the Son....