exile

Apostle In Exile
3-30-18

In a battle of words for John an Apostle in exile
Towards Zarahemla
We ride our horses of bay and we pretend it's okay
And there's a lot of it about
As I purge with no such doubt
In men of a sound understanding
And crazy dreams of perdition
Turned aside unto fables as one to cut these cables
As grace is sufficient to you as so
We meet the new dew as to see a prism
In the drop of rain nevertheless we departed into territory uncharted
Greeting lasted as the Red Sea parted
Like my cat chasing her own tail
God's love will not fail
In dark forbodings as to borrow my own manuscripts
With all numbers to be selected greeting Ghibellines
In order to make a party by oneself after the ordeal.....






Wherras As To Be
3-30-18

Out there dodging raindrops about a lady fair
We refurbish our crops back into Avordoes where Jesus knows
What agency would set them up and maintain them
In a new light a new sun
Never mind all worldly ignorance
Now that it is said and done
Granting to us a portion of what we want to come to know of this
Is love to rise whereas as to be accustomed to clement elements in Alighieri
In all states of blessedness
God saves one in his sin
Made known to us in human reason
Robbing and plundering not in conformity with theologians
Virtues as the birds announce the dawn
And darkness is soon long gone
God have mercy!





My Morning Love
3-30-18

As grace is sufficient
For songs of early morning
In a churchyard by a river
Jesus will deliver grazing in the haze
As one to feed upon good praise
For Paul's unwilling boasting
Giving us light and heat as soon we will know it
As I grow it and show it
Like a poet hoping he doesn't blow it
In Damascus after all O, morning love
Don't push and shove
That I might boast as well as a thousand miles
From their destination
Back at New Jersey Avenue and manuscripts to retrieve
Under three night watchers speaking as it were reaching onward into daybreak
As guarding the city of Damascus we open the floodgates and find out the how and why
My, o, my of a great multitude.....





Green Thumb, Gold Hand
3-30-18

For latter ages
Rationalized in our pursuit
The sun slowly rises
Please, God no more surprises
And we have made this clear to you
If you don't mind descendants as numerous as the stars of heaven
O, sensation as to speak and soon again she will reek
But it's quite worthwhile for preservation in our general rule of green thumbs
B?y machinations disconsolate
Dis is gathered and soon to be scattered
As showers make their way to the east end in results of principles
Enter Torrence as Alma did rejoice exceedingly all for physicians of dialect
According to our idiosynchrasies
We pass the test graded on a curve
Golden-handed.....






Valley Is The Limits
3-30-18

Forming inconsistent ways about us
And mere bad dreams beyond what I can write in a book
And at seven on the bridge of the nose
I got my music going for golden rays shooting finger-like arrows from quivers
Quiet under King Lamori
We choose to submit for our Aryan parent nations of multitudes mundane
And fiddlers seven as a foretaste of heaven waxing strong in this perfect knowledge
Applied to life but in no wise strife
and assembly it is great on this Good Friday
My questions are about timelines as in such times
I want to do more than what I am able
And God knows my limits better than I know my own
Today at the waters of Sebus
We discover new places as to rationalize
Tired of hiding behind it.....