fruits

Fruits Ingrown
4-25-18

Of fruits ingrown in orchards and vineyards
O, sleepy fine in our eyes and motivational thunder
Is that desire in the disguise of a need
Like a blessing no longer needing be the burden
It is my policy to finish what I start
But never truly live up to it
As I hear your velvet peel of all that is real
Enlarging the memory loaded with plenty of Scripture today
For my travel time to walk on over
Tradition broken mission for a token yet getting lucky
In the way that began again
As rhymes seem to aim to be riveting
And with the unknown we go fishing
As we had riden fear as to continue searching
On a lower limb perching
Singing for resin ranch and soon pulling out....






Back In Missouri
4-25-18

On the wagon train all for the brazen not slain
I've got my things today shaken by the full sight of her for rotten judgement
In the saga of Johnny and a bill that doth but fill me it later
Much of his mind smelling our coconut sun at Glacier Park
On the other hand with ringbone sent
Ring on the other hand as amnesty is granted again
For our riding of Alkali another side to everything in my own cabin
Not exactly my awesome hundred and five on a math test back in the day
As it works for me last chance gulch back in Missouri
As catalyzed like a stone in my wallet all for the exile across the divide
To never taste the sweet extremes......





Layrde
4-25-18

The visions of Syr Layrde
I see both sides now at Yellowstone
We need not stand alone
God wake me today from a slumber deep, dank and dark
Never lonesome or deserted
Kiss me sustained on the trails of days least forgotten
Today I am rotten on this marvelous route
The Yogi is high to be low as to lie to be as one to think so
Through shadows of sorrow in freight wagons creaking
And a few simple tasks this morning
And soon I will be on my way
Like adolescent pimple masks
Today given a whole lot more to say
Cooled by cloudy skies lingering along pleasant waters
Did you get the answer that you didn't want to hear
O, never fear for the path is clear
Save worms on the sidewalk.....






Gent Got On The Prod
4-25-18

Of all trails
Is it the one least travelled
Of our forgotten goosebumps
Love is an hourglass in the days of sixty-two
Dylan plows into his harmonica
Going up wild for love in the name of pride
And this time less morose for our in-and-out flow of this mad desire
Asking to pull up ones freight as time ticks away
As the rose drips away leading to our heart in the east
Coming up with the sun leaving us an empty
And candy store back in its miscellaneous gazing at the range
Norm in feeling like I do escorted to Hanshan's tree
In our last chance gulch still twinkling a tad too much about it
Glad and free as chances be....