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Accident Statistic
4-3-18

Not just another accident statistic
And no such bestial appetites for violence
As between notes so is silence
And between matter is space
As to reinvest in my black silk and purple nylon
And it snowed in April again
And I almost forgot to put on my coffee
Is it really that good?
For ones generic casino in times past
I needed to reshuffle my priorities
On your honor trust in your calling
Of eunuchs in the basement running this in change
As I approve the release and find deep peace
I can try this afternoon
Taking the queen by the hand
In what's dethroned or which is quite right on
Our part and worship as a form of art
And eye for order
I couldn't follow something that I'm not
And I give it all away to stitch it on your tie here.....






Approve The Release
4-3-18

Come shadows of subterfuge
And toenails in my socks
Pouring out the Spirit upon us
God please be kind today concerning the rain
And have mercy about the seasons
Last snowfall out on the streets women in red
For minds of  gossamer and my cat sees spirits
Be at the car at nine and it's going to be a good one today
And tomorrow hooray we are set free
Taking Laomi by the hand so that even the blind can understand
For night wings and hair chains to approve the release wholly by faith
Apart from the law for the bloody twelve commandments
Who thou such
The answer is sixfold
Like an avenue of escape striking the illustration
Ninety more times for the water to be drawn
From the rock that spake....





Another Carpenter's Daughter And Smith's Son
4-3-18

O, pistol high and cup, O why
The last time I inquired of such I got in hot water
By the living water of the Red Sea parted
Hey Captain, don't you want to pawn off your boat
So we can simply float upon the mountains of Ararat
Eastward by Thiel in the way it makes me feel
Clearing the surface of the water as one to take the land of another carpenter's daughter
And the son of a Smith and something more to mess with
Knowing the pathway to your heart as stars shine down
Obstructed by the clouds of another rainy day woman
To bring May flowers and prophets reinvest
And soon I open the seventh scroll....





Bands Broken
4-3-18

Bands of death broken by love our true token
That we are to reinvest back and step right on the sidewalk crack
Wanting it on sleeves of limitation as to rearrange your scales
If I can and I will come clean again
Given the good candy of the word
Where we have many things in common
Where the life is in the blood
We are young despite the years
And we are the light of the world and the salt of the earth
And the sugar in my favorite morning beverage
God forbid I mention it here
Too sad and not too well kept
Time to step into the water and test its warmth
That refreshes my blood for our atonement
For bands of death broken....