clapperclawed

Clapperclawed 

4-18-18

For my great and first sacrifice

Exit sleepy time

Acknowledge debt tonight 

We can be as one but what about right now 

Enter Troilus and make it all worthwhile 

As battles have just begun

Yea, infinite and eternal in three town chamberlains 

The coffee is strong today

My bad agency as mercy satisfies the rewards of justice

And encircles us in our arms yet clapperclawed as trenches are dug within our hearts 

As pitchers flooded with the latter rain at the Statford Ranch register

Records are kept and today I underslept 

Of a reason not extant 

Yea, cry unto Him for mercy

O, upstart crow 

I thought you wanted to know

As still we have room to grow

And room for milk....

By Troth Alight 

4-18-18

How long can this contradiction but proceed 

Searching our apprenticeship 

Wipe your tears away universally styled as a gentleman 

I hold the door for people today along with our principles transpiring by troth alight 

And geometry and our egg white 

Cry over him over the crops in your secret places 

O, I cry for quickening this early morning 

As I scribble these words for the cause of ink herself 

Law of Moses fulfilled 

He comes not to destroy the law 

For the cars of Southampton Dock

Over your flock push the button and pull the plug 

Almost subterranean all for Prussian officers of southern drifters 

And instant gratification that really isn't what it is this morning.....

Perpetuity 

4-18-18

We are told this is the epoch of silver and gold 

So bold and a page to fold now called a democratic heritage

All things subject to change growing old and aged and near to discerning 

Under my own version of the Davidic covenant 

I can see through this expression to be shown through all depression 

Entering the most holy place and at the chime of five 

I did it all for Grace

Far more alive to our resources of the rose of Sherwood

As to superimpose with all juxtaposition 

Putting on the Irish sound by the break of day

Upward into Ohio from Illinois 

I still make it bleed 

O, is there something that remaineth......

On Hebrews 9:3

4-18-18

Behind the second veil so it stands 

As so the test I fail and the scholar understands 

Snapping rubber bands

Making clean again filthy lands for verbal sketches of gesture 

Don't let go of my love

It won't be long now following our party line 

As to be ashamed at any moment as you take my hand 

In all joys and sorrows and hopes for brighter tomorrows 

In half-southern log cabin blues of weals and woes 

Jesus knows in the refugee for books by the flickering candlelight 

For the tent in which the "I" thrives and strives in preparatory reconciling 

Still smiling 

More pictures of me hang as icons 

Such wind as shelters for my last chance for the upstart crow

All is well with our souls.....