Aerial

Our Aerial Views
3-30-18

Today all I know is time passing
Forever snared in wilderness scenes
As to believe the seeking in terrible dreams
Time to step off the path into the forest
Same old song, I do my wrong
O, wall and had green grass in agency my bad
As to drive their flocks hither according to the blue ink
Bluegirls now the king will slay us
And I'm down on my knees for those less fortunate
O, me and my impurity still seeking another form of chastity
Leading flocks to water
I've been funking around again
As the song has found its own tale
Astonished exceedingly as I take the time again
To watch in this pool of lachrymal luxury to lather
Continuing on....





It's Only Me
3-30-18

Buried in baptism
Raised alive out of the water to new life
On another aerial astral ego trip
This one for the good of rain in the neighborhood
Calling it a Good Friday
The day of His bleeding
Like on my own chin a razor cut
Yea, it happpens
As to forsake such a game of chance
In such an image such as now
Given the know-how and as well the wherewithal
For a heavy plow lose some and win some
Choose one a hin sum of a shekel jangling in my pocket
Loving today my black sheep all need be sheared as we delve deep
As hope and charity see me through loving this new ink hue of deep blue
O, shaving incision on Good Friday
Keep it true that without blood there is no remission....