acclimation

Acclimation (Falling Into The Rhythm)
4-5-18

As Nephites remain in the land
To coexist with Canaanites
Falling into the rhythm of snare drums and their skins
And breadcrumbs this Sunday I partake in the sacrament
Some fallen dead receive strength
And get back up upon their feet
Lifting the sword to slay Ammon
Take that step of faith and fulfill the vows that are realistic
And be extraordinary and lead soon once again
We meet up to roar breaking the lines
Show me how to follow and teach me how to reach you
In the next dimension on stock photography
I'll greet the piper learning to acclimate
Good citizen
One more river to cross
Show them who's boss
Carrying the air of compassion
Given a generous ration....





Planted On Fertile Soil
4-5-18

Where the ad comes out a cat is found
Just for a rightful owner carrying the air of gratitude
As to be consecrated giving it time to spare a dollar and a dime
Looking on the bright side of freelance artists
And a love story of temporal death
Roll away right stones and put on those headphones
To post it today ceremonially made clean again
Where work does commence waiting for a close at the end of the show
And by our shadow where I see myself up close in the you that lieth in me
Of other dimensions of contemplation filled with joy
Writing these words for those with eyes to read
We loose the bands and choose life today
In the fertile soil of my heart
God's work of art in the shadow of the man I used to be.....






More Lacquer
4-5-18

Wake up, friend
This is the time you've been waiting for
Here is where the activists enter the picture
As to choose another light fixture for hearts change
And a tactile hallucination of a raindrop
As He begotten us again to a lively hope that lives first
In equitable society today I take my chances
It's not news until you tell the whole story
O, new man spiritual so be it yet carnal
But I love you where many did declare a need of fresh air
Gendering with diverse kind
Find yourself another brother
As being profaned have a wonderful time tomorrow with Mother
And at the chime of eight I come clean again
To give life to another pen
Keeping the faith in good times
God bless all mobiles and wind chimes....