Blatty

In Blatty
4-20-18

Of silence between the lines
And another peaceful night we find a way
To work it out as Kurd stood watching vigilant with open eyes
And ears in spite of fears at Manchester
No respecter of persons
Every member a minister
Every soul a gift
Behold and lo
Two of a kind in the stranger's presence
Going way back to Peter Blatty as it dwindles in the distance
Behold I reveal unto you the priesthood as if it were so
God make me a blessing to my mother today
As I beg you to remind me
Word of God not frustrated
It will be as like as I left it
At Harmony, Pensylvania
O, dealing another swelling
Where it all works out
Mute and inglorious......






So Be It (And Ark On)
4-20-18

Choosing to rejoice in spite of all melodrama
As had been designed for stars and planets alighted
O break my way to be fitted unto Yours
Comparing it to Malachi in a long line of historians
It will be nice to get away from it all
Beneath those rugged elms in the missions of our servants
Known as protective hedges all to the hesitating passenger
All bets are off this weekend as to stay safe from the custody
To that of Martin Harris as the sadness would be lifted
And indeed I am gifted in those that came about me
As the Word shall not pass away
And the record is true on wings in the midst of time.....






Spirit Beareth Record
4-20-18

Walking in crooked paths made straight
For the course of one eternal round
I dig the new sound as to harvest much and keep in touch
And learn to speak Pensylvania Dutch
Through the Urim and Thummim
Following after the dictates of his own worthiness
She says, "Continue to grow"
And I wish her well on her way
For tales to sailor tunes and more drawing runes
For our long line of historians of Idumea
As to stumble and incur
I thought I'd give it a look
Do what you want to
Be somebody
O, do you want to change the world
Serving as Scribe of another half tribe
To plant in our hearts all promises
So be it and fall upon it in studious youth
Always to crave it....






Our Hamlet Sleep
4-20-18

For all the old romance retold
You wash and I fold
I come to this world but not only to graze
But to bring light unto the haze in Alighieri
Desperate in self-reproach could you cry
How could anyone disagree where I am a mirror
O, how oft you have transgressed
Against all fiery rains not to mention the fire on my lips
Confound it!
Where our lives whisper in your ear
A truth but to face up to it called to the work
See you again on Thursday
One day we fade away and disappear
Pray for me and for our Lemuelites as dwindled and no more swindled
Set at naught the counsel as I came to it but cannot rightly say in such green eyed
Better to see and plates preserved in Zoromites
Just lay hold even if it doesn't seem to happen.....