Nephite Nullify Not
4-2-18
For roses of gold and realities to remold
Poems of all shapes and sizes
Beyond my personal ken of awareness
Down on Third Avenue
One thing at a time here and now
Not to make the promise of no effect
O, what purpose doth the law serve
But that we ought to live in it
God talk to me today where it happens nearly every time
Hallelujah good setup and plenty of wells to draw from
One chance this night to shine on promised lands among our flocks and prides
Our Shin McOnturio with no dinero in bleak bone drying
All is well today in the hope against hope down on Orchard Street
We manage and cope
Far hung and unseen in that I'm just a man
For the event of August and ninety-four
O, what for?
Nephite nullify not.....
On Alma 19:12
4-2-18
Taking up Hampsch to learn about my roots
Of Catholic ways about it
Still window shopping for all faiths in Jesus
The bread of life O, manna, what is it?
As Ammon is preserved with objects of a few dreams of dying
Lamenting no such loss by the trite of bittersweet
O, tire turning and I'm waiting for this learning
For the signs and voices to be earning
And in my soul His fire is burning as to receive the light
Of everlasting life even if I do not escape my thorns of ebb and flow
For ministries we change the paths to good success behind the back blessed art thou
And blessed be the name, Amen!
Our hush descends....
To Mention Hampsch
4-2-18
Lit up in my soul a cleansing fire
Our hush descends as to be quiet and feel it around you
Somewhat Eucharistic setting goals realistic for the seeker's guide to life
Changing virtues available through its transforming power
And the man of the hour
And a household falling into a trance
Faith among all people as such words such as these will be proclaimed
As miraculous on this longest day seeking Spirit power out for a hallucination
Out of the corner of my watery eye
Yes, a Lord and a personage that tells me I will overcome all obstacles
Where we pour out our souls in prayer for cabbage and lettuce
Let us!
Take and eat
At Sebus
4-2-18
Hoping it's a yes go
So I can walk on air on the wing of a prayer
Where I learn to love it for what it is
In froth, foam and fizz
I can almost feel it and I don't need to steal it
As to stymie such growth to serve its purpose in the golf ball in our way
You know you have to stay cool, calm and collected
Lord, have mercy on our parallel members
Back in Saint Croix
I am still a growing boy
And glad to be as a tool but not a toy
At the waters of Sebus
You are full of subsidies today over carrot cake
And something more to say
Thank you for the invitation
Beholding the men that are given life anew
Simplify as to semplify as muzac is too sad
All having purpose in God and I will dwell in the house....
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