that's love

That's Love
3-29-18

By the order in the kingdom
My pen slips again as if the page were black ice
All for the ink and my sacrifice
How ever did it come to this
Given full authority and hands on my head
And now it comes to pass where my arse is grass
Before the Nephites could drive them out of the land
So that Bible scholars could easily understand
On that lane by a brook
I pray today to understand their book
Restoring those at Ammonihah and restoring Sampson and Delilah
At twenty till five time to look alive
Studying in Paris and even at Oxford
They offer me a new book
And that's love......





Ghibellines
3-29-18

Do you ever get tired of waiting
All for Ghibollines with ample reason to feel political
Chaos in my own quarters  with our prime menace
And words that leap right off the page
Grovelling and abject "Never again"
Says my father according to the flesh
Soon to be home from vacation
O, what will be found
Not as a rat to be drowned
Around the borders of neon as purple of no return
A place where we will learn and for perfect knowledge yearn
Carried away captive into the wilderness
Desirous I obtain them as to lose but gain them
By no factual basis
It is all by faith that we believe it
Crossing the river of Sidon as to receive it
According to the invitation
It's only a lifetime...





Upstream
3-29-18

Upstream and down rivers
Our great calling far from appalling
Beyond the borders of Manti a thousand reasons for waking
All for the giving and taking and behold there ye shall meet them
But it's never enough to see with fleshly eyes
As to stand at the altar for one love and one soul
Time passed and river roll as his reputation grew
And Jesus knew the trouble I was in
Taking care of her sandbox was no sin
And thus ended the eleventh year of the judges
As we get out of the way all grudges for concrete mansions
By dogs in lost love and gained dedication and their ships
Invitation our drive menace to man's pursuit....





On Psalms 22:26
3-29-18

As brethren possess their own lands
It's all in God's hands for His analysis and conclusions
I make a blunt confession that I will live in sin till the day I die
And taking ourselves captive loving the texture of my books
Quite like attachments
Paper and plastic idols to carry me through
Go grant it in that principle
With another clean sandbox and good work on Jesus' part
And establishment general throughout the land
Until we come to understand our haunting riffs appealing
Do you ever get the feeling of senses reeling onward with our journeys
Don't stop believing from its conspicuousness
In all concupiscence
O, fatal attraction
The meek will eat and be satisfied....