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In On Their Thunder
3-31-18

Finally free but for more captivity
Looking through windows into awareness
There is more in store now
Already just fine where you still remain
Choosing tomorrow fellowship and ones just desert
Of Key Lime Pie and good time sugar high
In merit and virtue
O, virtuosity O, wonderful and generosity
In fact of preserving
Tomorrow is a busy day
Ebbing through as to get a hold of you
I've been egged with their beautiful thoughts
Toward thy holy oracle
Speak peace to neighbors
And hear the voice of my supplications
On my own road to Damascus
I will see again the light of day
Do what you think is right in your heart
In the beauty of ones own holiness
To pay respects to good friends
As to but thunder vehement
For lamb chops
With my poetry today I praise Him....





Going To All Three
3-31-18

Where our gain will hold the rope slack insane
In the gold and such hope denunciatory still fresh
Just look me up as to toil and thresh
And look me up for the estimation of shekels of silver jangling
In pockets of privelege and purpose unto he whom it appertain
In a need to get away from my own prison cell
As it makes me happy and sad to add one fifth part
Glad you can see it that way at the resteraunt of literature
Auxillary and suplementary
Like my morning vitamins chewable
And an Easter doable
As adjunct got to get away and see them for myself
And give them a chance to sing and dance
As to enhance for distrustful attribute
And give a little bit back to those that have concern
And I will learn as fire doth but burn even in infirmity.....





Federalist
3-31-18

Carried with the king for a testimony
For spiritual gain and more fellowship
Rising to the challenge of blossoming bushes
Collected and editing out the details when all else fails
I can almost feel those nails
My strength is made perfect in weakness
Always another Sunday God willing
In the time I'd be killing
As to catch you by the cunning while on the warmer wimples
Any shadow too much to do tomorrow of Ammon in persevering
To feel the Spirit all around me
I have become a fool in boasting in my iniquity
For shapes of stained glass
And a beautiful sanctuary by Paul's thorn
To but humble him
Running with king's flocks
In all exemptness walking into the same brick wall
Tell me when it's time to wake her
Where peewits are a'sheeping
I know she is still sleeping
Give it away!
Watching morning hours go by....