Ogiluy

Ogiluy (In The War)
4-11-18

Walking along the river
In no such concern of where it's flowing
Tell me all I need to know
A few doors down is my place
A shrine built around the things I love
Namely Grace with Demian we break out of the rut
Incorporating the Nietzchean to a life yet in the making
Not easily eradicated
I give it twenty minutes
Back at it again
This time is sweet nostalgia of milkshakes
And eight bit fun and games
Life story briefly told in lines of landmines
As to prepare a meal for the way I now feel
Right on target in the tunnels slightly flattered and fattened
By a perfect round of tunafish
Our awesome scene of resurrection
O, how I make Jesus cry
In greeting Ogiluy where inhabitants signal us
As to notify notriety and no nonsense....






Ottershaw (You're Not Alone)
4-11-18

Realizing the immensity of this desire
Still trusting you to do everything right
Exclaiming it at the streamer in my wishes
Rest in the first decree in the darkness our Ottershaw sleeping in peace
As signalling us on our chronometer
This time around I do it right and walk it back night on night
In patches of green and crimson of full speculation
I remain the investigator of years recounted in Isleworth
With a party of creeping Zenith land excursionists
Hanging in a framework against the sky in the Hesse fervor
You're not alone out upon it
I have loved you....






Rabbit Lobs
4-11-18

Come sorrow upon all the face of the earth
For ones second rebirth and a third birthday
Where's the Martisky
I must inquire in the sound of early morning armies of first light
And birds singing from Hermann Hesse
Life story artery told still quite cold as to correspond to heat soon to come
Where God's light comes shining on through
For the cry of widows mourning and awful scene of bloodshed
Meaning that Jesus is not dead for the wind in the great fields
Approaching seven a little late of rising in His fervor substantial
I would declare unto every soul as bells toll
O, hold me close in his voice that shakes the earth
In our rabbit lobs of open door knobs....






Corresponding Air
4-11-18

Of corresponding air
I'm still the biggest fool
I don't mind it but I care
Over my snow in the sunshine
Things stay cool saying a blessing on her three sons
I've been watching you as to detect simulated bees and parking fees
Back down on my knees
And it worked better than ever
And the dorm is dark in glimmer of limes
And slithers of lemons and this blue piano
It's no secret where Alamba sells her quota
And the sandbox is clean again
By the strokes of this blue pen
I make it work and will be there at ten
In the talk of incidentals
O, marvelous stuff and another notebook
To but fill this house with all the love
On the first floor landing
And Virgil's guidance where time passes on....