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Gospel Truth (Brought To Life)
4-13-18

In Demian our Siddhartha
Being aliens of the commonwealth
For all that dwell in Uz and not just because
For battles in our dirty little war
Drive me the the landfill in my new Rolls Royce
Psychopracticly invented as our inebriety in Jesus in the welfare notion
Tearing up the highway like a dinosaur fossil and blessings Colossal
In our dispassionate distance and soon time to change her sandbox
For three more days of business
I have come said Govinda attaching it to the labels of our prefascist
Looking to Abrayas in Demian and all of such evidence
Consider and behold our reproach.....





Sometimes (I Walk As Two)
4-13-18

Today I roll with the punches and get the worst feel
And let Jesus turn the wheel
where Koriler is trodden down for our own well being
In the latter end of the seventeenth year of the judges
We give distance to all grudges
And we go out dancing in the victory of wars yet to be
Just to come out and see in further development
In accusations unjust and sometimes I walk as two
Bringing us to unequal grounds
Choose the day, O when will you serve
Behold these things which ye call prophesies
And reevaluate just where you stand on it sometime today....





Boatloads Of Bondage
4-13-18

Every man conquers according to his strength
To tear us apart and make us weak
Becoming a more determined opponent in warfare
And enemies on all sides
From across the yellow-chequered linolium
We talk face to face in prosaic stanzas
Where we have great success rigging it up in great swelling worms
Against ourselves
Enter Stanley
Is that how he gets it?
Don't stray too far today
Hey say it's okay in games we play
O, supreme creator
Do you teach another later in substance yellow water
In all we taught her
O, constant craving and captivity
And boatloads of bondage
Still I'm willing to pay the price
As the crop of stars are a sight to see this morning.....






For Josef Toth
4-13-18

Stars and planets do witness
There is a God
To those whom yet deny
Where I should like to lie still
Having so much time to kill
For hay from the hill-brow
Crying in defeat
Let them go and spread the word
Looking for our blessed hope of another bath
And Irish Spring soap sun-heavy and by ray sleeping
Of daisy-froth quiescent
O, what is it I am trying to say here
But to conquer my next fear
O, savor in all things
The newcomer stands up and sings
Crossing the bridge at Andau in Michener
Our dramatic eye-witness
Greeting our young Josef Toth in our Russian defeat
O, could these things be true?





Struck Dumb
4-13-18

Soon again in need of more notebooks and printer ink
O, do you really think that it doesn't really stink
By memories of the roller rink
And the ties that bind
Self-condemned
I would rather be hurt inside
Than to continue in this charade
Redeemed from every lawless deed
Letting no man despise me
But who am I to say if it should go that way
Showing all humility in pride yes I would
O, Lord reject the divisive with works profitable
In seeming contradictions
Swear not at all in benedictions
Who hears your sadness where we are rounded up like mules
And still we play the part of fools
All for love exemplified
Not all things expedient....