Our Tobes
4-9-18
For the tobes of heaven
We are to bring the light unto the world
In Italian fair ladies for out stallion as to accentuate it
In happy hours go the distance
Logging onto Holocomputer where Billy Jean waits patiently
For holographic experience riding across these desert sand
In myriads with the planets' conspiracies
No way back to the so-called norm for today staying warm
As to shrink our passengers
You'll know just what to do for what ever it is worth
Into the blue well known
We don't need to go it alone
In our security counsel not carved in stone
And subsequent vaporization of morning dew and sunlight
Trying to get a hold of you
So that the Spirit can tell us what we ought to do about propriety force....
By Its Own Design
4-9-18
Let your life proceed by its own design
Either this or do something to change the way you're going
In much to be knowing
Looking for their good qualities in reflections
Night, the cherry on top loving His appealing might
As well to say it this afternoon making us clean thereby through the gauge in the sky
Coast to coast rejoice and boast
Arriving in Vancouver
I'd do it all again by Rematerial Station
And very short vacations and our apt description
Let us stain our swords no more with the blood of the slain
Vouching and covenanting at the chime of ten
Making this worn clean thereby and clear as a morning sky
For its purification safe within the womb in premortal existence
Choosing to take the chance at life again
For aching silences....
On Alma 25:12
4-9-18
Asking for another blessing
To steer clear of my smoky atmosphere in everyday words
And new constructions as to make a fine connection
You can see that the Book of Mormon is true as Clardi Aptly states it
That God hates it not O, dove la resina for MacAllister by the lion of violence and ambition
Seeing another Further Festival in dreams of finding a good seat
In the martyrdom of so called safety today
I get my food and add airtime to my phone for Caleb of Jophunneh
Taking a simple seed by the she-wolf of inconsistance
Always go before you go and never mind that blemish on my cheek
As Lamanite aggression spreads
Say a blessing upon the Dead and we are again smashed.....
Scattering The Seed Of Amulon
4-9-18
Cutting on your main man
Some slack and bear the bruise of burning flack as shepherds are driven
And the slain are one day resurrected scattering the seed of Amulon
Keep on shining by the words of Abinadi where we are hunted down like game
In Jesus' name not to overpower us but to with gifts soon shower us
By the symbol of human reason
She doesn't want to leave my side so I adjust what lieth toward
My north studying space on a sofa used as a scriptorium
In and out of my garbage pail for ships that come from the sea
In all good company and the work to set my hands free
In pearls we find it afresh in books of real people dress Gestalt
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