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North, Welcome
4-8-18

God is manifested in the flesh
Why do we yet but fear?
As somewhat troubled in mind for our differences
Adrenalin-mad there she goes again from wall to wall
Where Aaron teaches
We thought this passion was free
Step on out to bless the first birdsong
Twenty down four to go
A famous number of elders where I hear your secret heartbeat
And I am puzzled never again to be muzzled
In a happy crowd behold, O king
Are you getting the gist of it
Or are you only manipulating
Believest thou that He is?
As so He hath spoken it
Welcome to the north
O, welcome ye visitor
Yea, you are we
Take our places and pass onward
Through the border of Manti
Welcome, North, welcome....





Quentins (Out Of Nowhere)
4-8-18

All for three poplars under elms of entreat our piety of passion presented
By Cogswell there's a mess for you
Now clean it up as soon as she's done
Dream on brothers and soon turn on the music
Maybe trout steel behold I relinquish one more hour
In tunnels by way of train care of funnels
None of this will be in wait coming up quickly
By the tides of time and space loving the pool
But not only for its cover
As I lie dying sands are flowing
And the lies still have work to do
Mightier than us all in need
Running into that same gray brick wall
In your eyes I see the hunger to make that call
Back in Zarahemla in our idle paths
Our stranded members....





Northward (Desolation)
4-8-18

O, land northward Desolation
Pressed quite proper and champagne from the root
For the bishop must be blameless but not quite more as nameless
Feeling better now that it's another beautiful morning as peopled in Omner
Enter, Absalom Yessum I rent this room for twenty-one years come tomorrow
Far east to west sea and no root in the poor religious freedom is proclaimed
In seven wounds in sixty cities yet to claim
Preached among the Gentiles in the snare with a good old notepad
Still dreaming considering fantastic advancements
Of incentives golden as to send our decrees where our love agrees
A bishop must be grave as to receive another dozen dreams
With no dinero to offer up today.....





Dreamers And Denizens
4-8-18

Fame is not a tree with deeper roots
Now that I put on my boots
Growing new skin every three months
As if I am a new me in Hinni
Ashes all fall down despite all the changes and challenges
Along the way beginning to have great success for dreamers and denizens
And the scream of the eagle on the fly
Talons scratch the sky taught of our records taking my chances out there
Dizzy with a ewe lamb easier to respect and to go where I am sent
In other parts of this land shadow boxing as reluctant to admit
Not ready to commit as thousands are brought to this knowledge
As today I go there to see
No use in covering it up but to confess freely
My filter and my cup
And briny billows of our day.....