Blanche

Enter Blanche
4-11-18

Hoping today that she's punctual
Another day we will remember
As to be together again and precipitated
Enter Blanche Belle Reve?
As an angel to speak to all the ends of the earth
Conquest for what it depends upon what it's worth
To remember what the Lord has done in open minds
And heaven in fertile soil as roots grow deeper
Where shoulders glow and we come to know
As to bend over and touch ones itching toe
Friend or foe that I might be the instrument
As the first widening of the dawn
And dew out on the lawn
What will it be today on my old school Apple
Enter Blanche where paths are again free to tread
And Jesus is not dead
As raised to dwell another rainy spell
And stories to tell
Of firm decree and tears of joy stain my face....






At Fortune's Wheel
4-11-18

Where virtue leads men into a snare
Standing in your heart is where I want to be
As to watch the wind in ones sails
Bringing to pass all restoration
Behold, I am a man in shining morning light
Eager in acquisition of self-reproach at Fortune's wheel all tears
And attributes
Now it has just begun
I waver back bit by bit
And I don't quit for lack of avarice
Yet ravening like a miser as shoulders glow
And we spiritually grew
Lucky in Kentucky
As Korlner remands as sigh
His compassions are new every morning
Conjuring up the joy yet to follow
I do what I can in reckless steps I cannot shake
Yea, and the people do observe
All that they claim to
As a swimmer watching ones breath....






On Spotted Leopard
4-11-18

In the comensement your hand resting in mine
You're my world in all I pray for
Thus the holy hour as I begin again in Alighieri
Someday an old familiar rain falls hard on the streets of Laredo
Korihor wants a sign
Soon call on me of greatness of number
To shock the hidden boundaries
Take the time in the writing of my departure composition
For continual peace I pray and do not cease for flounders ashore
I throw her back into the sea to wipe the sleep from my eyes
And face another day without her today
Having fun with her books
Stella for star and another streetcar
Well, now you talk as the chase it
My mark in the morning soft as the rain
To bring May flowers....