Pittsburg

Back In Middoni (Our Pittsburg)
4-2-18

Brethren no longer imprisoned
But. O when is forever as you take it from me
Just wait and see as to climb our sycamore so one can see a whole lot more
As cold as the mountain
You're a heart that can freeze and thaw again
And to studs the law again quivering to and fro
In case you wanted to know of bean and bone
And good soup taken not alone
What could all these things mean
Save it be gaunt and lean
Sharing and outweighing the balances where we are found wanting
I cried on my pillow to taste my salty sorrow
Of my love for the unattainable
Back into the land of Middoni
God bless and sing for them and you will find the one
As to reprove this release tonight just peace
In sugary sonnets in prayer we don't cease
Sending forth all fragrance.....





From Other Sources
4-2-18

Sidewalks and streets are cleared
As consciences are to be seared
One more poem before I go
Soon back in business as the king sits at his table
He gat no heat but peopled the earth with legions more souls
Soon to be saved eventually
We will be glad and rejoice in thee
Soon to walk over with freshness of breath
Alas, change of plans for my raisin brans of common clans
We will be glad and rejoice in thee
But at least I made it for spikenard sent forth and a bundle of myrrh
Where legions and myriads will come to know
Eventually taking up Hampsch as to partake of the wine and bread
And our fragmentary wedding Idyll and brothers pulling for me
Behold thou art fair for my amazing adventure through time and space....





Ninety-Nine More
4-2-18

One divine appointment down
And a hundred yet to go
For the wise man the beats the drums too soon
In language and custom
My love in reading lost in the middle of a hopeful temple
Goat on the left give milk just as well
And it needs not mean our hell
As death has died as the barrier over me is love
Arise, my fair one for sweet is thy voice for countenence comely
And moon children in the process of learning about the stars
All for our Pymalion
Seeing is believing
Soon again leaving with hollow strakes
God bless as well the snakes
Behold he stands behind our wall
For a chance to talk things over
And we find a way to work it out
Rise up, my fair one outside Aryan stock
Where the fig tree ripens upon the head of him who is cleansed.....






Seven Rank Ears (To Be Husked)
4-2-18

In Bodhisattva intellectual radiance yet to be seen
But I only scratch the surface
Hope O hope and experience in character
As my gut weeps and tonight the lion sleeps
Saving the world from eyebrows
Soon time to get out and get it
My grand illusion where mind is awashed
Wait for her call and soon I'll be on my way to good success
Needing a pair of new shoes
Never getting used to the good news
Balling another carry home bag
Let me see your countenance such is ruddy
Good old buddy seven rank ears to be husked
Pulling it apart well done good servant
Keep up the good art according to our chant
Our close encounter of the preferred kind
I don't mind....