sprung

Hast Thou Sprung?
4-5-18

In another love story about a bachelor and his cat
Romantic and difficult as skies grew light
Mo more regrets of a hot stab and not a dead cold ache slipping into flotsam phase
In lowly service rejoicing in the Christianity pattern
I take in a stray and greet the light of day
He was alone and she was a stray
No, you're not alone
In nothing shall I be ashamed
On a girdle my temples bind
Hold on loosely but don't let go as to shun
To have her graces spied in called where we find it afresh
That hast thou sprung and today it's me and my scrolls
In heaven's extremest sphere where love conquers fear
A stray to tend to all day!





O, Marrow Compass
4-5-18

Come joy and thunder
In a boy and his plunder
Back to Istanbul to see it for oneself
For a portrait assignment and straightforward
In our ethical matter for hunger but not for terror
My bad agency, my error
As bands of death are broken
And sweetness is next to read about it in the text
Occupied in trying to salvage something more in depth
As one to get the raw deal in the way we shalt not steal
But I still do throwing oneself over the edges
As I behold my protective hedges
And tomorrow it's lunch with Mother
O, marrow compass
Do we lay low to be given further instructions
To do what we know in common fate of all things rare....





Trying To Salvage Something
4-5-18

Could it be greed
For the true creed virtuous and true
To see to my want and need
To cut a gateway in it as to but begin
In trying to salvage something more for our Philanolphia
Orchestrated battleground noise
There dwelt all that was good knocking on ocher wood
For candlesticks sound by God
Eighty-eight to ninety-two to ninety-six
Another election where Deva spreads her wizard instead
In that we cannot defy this equinox and moon waxing greeting Gedney
Believing not this in all giving her a miss
Remembering sister Washington
Next Camus reverened side
Let us build a fire from of such
To get back in touch....






Destined Urn
4-5-18

Living again ere his prime
He can take our life back any day
Now a book for a buck
Take a look but not for luck
Of thick denim and thirty dollars in food stamps
Greeting Lycidas as to highlight words that stand out in bitter constraining
This morning having fun with words to bring into the third dimension
In sisters of the sacred well and stories yet I tell
Hence with denial hath so far no such rain
As a gentle muse of sable shroud and destined urn
Given much yet to learn
Of ashes to yet discern
Where were you ye nymphs
In two remodeling deep on the shaggy hop
Of more at the chime of seven
I face the real music in the Shepherd.....