Tys

Under Tys
3-30-18

Under Tys our Zeus
We get in on their juice
Taking another step in the right direction
Our fire is spreading in investigating cities
Set down as a general principle nevertheless we depart for bows and spears
God knows our fears by Nuana of the silver hand
We make it work
O, be comforted and consoled
And the devil tries to tell me this is a waste of time
Facing my Firbolg giant for saviors imperiled
And soon in want of more bondage
O, brother of Wayland believe me and follow me not
For hearts set upon riches greeting nature spirits right outside my backdoor
And turning the calendar page for morning glory.....





Puzzle Pieces Fit
3-30-18

Putting all of the pieces back into the box
Dumb like the donkey yet sly like the fox of the imprisoned maiden
A poet and therefore a thief
Nevertheless human passion wherein we burn unto the salvation of many souls
In strange tranquility back in the land of Ishmael as to retain ourselves in captivity
For mountain springs and liquid voices and crazy choices
O, lamb lover of the lion that sleeps tonight
O, dark wood of optimistic tragedies in the first year of the judges
We have forgotten all grudges of Ammon being chief among us
By the custom to bind us as to remind us in our De Monarchia
We are now all made one and I call out for the power that lies beyond
Tired of hiding
I come right out and say it....






Yet Old Schoolish
3-30-18

Yet wicked
Yet foolish as to be old schoolish
In Dante translated your friends will come through
As accustomed the sun will set twelve hours from now
It is certain at any rate that God is great
Even when we overrate as thus we depart
As if our lives were a work of art
To those that want to hear take heed how you listen
For our wisdom figures as new time approaches in Freudian slumber
And numbers we have selected where Moses intercedes
If we can help you we will
Wait twenty minutes before you go there again
With razors on the shopping list all by faith....





Cutting It Close
3-30-18

You didn't miss a thing
Back at home base in perfect time
As to survive great pleasure you might get there in time
Just to write this hackneyed rhyme for all to see at daybreak
Great was the work today knowing not what to believe in
I open my mind up to other faiths and here I am
O, watch in and gaze out and look up
Among all probable seasons where all I had was a pool of eyes watering
Inquiring of Ammon soon she will be
Here are the Hebrews so am I addicted to the ministry of the saints
But not just another dam in sources of relief
As to get the message beyond my south wall
For a thousand mirages heavy on my heart
In that thou art burning by our papacy where some still but murmur
We're cutting it close....