Thursday, August 16, 2018

Ignatius

Ignatius Speaks
4-23-18

This is the blood of the covenant
As to cleanse your conscience indicating that love is a temple
Think too of the great theme sink more than few and thy to explain the dream
All of our Ignatius
We're not the same under the malts of Notre Dame
O, if the word of angels be steadfast how shall we escape the judgement
But by our faith as casual might be their appearing as another bible
And he is not ashamed to call us brethren
Yes, we are his brothers anointing us with the oil of gladness
For the spoil of sadness for the toil of madness
At the request of Martin Harris as to be our witness
Just as London is not far from Paris.....







Cut Adrift
4-23-18

You killed it for I needed covering
And it was still alive in John Saul as if to thrive
Wake up
This is the time you've been waiting for
At the left hand of good and pearly nightshade
And she hoped it would die
Summer's almost here my, O my
And she dared not let dew her grind given two more bibles to read
In addition to what foundation is already laid where the wind calls your name
O, to grant it as to stand as a witness
Tasting your salt flavor kisses like taffy to be dislodged in saliva expedient
As to know of a surety that these things are abiding in oily sweat
As it oozes from me.....






God's Only Dove
4-23-18

Gazing into our black abyss
Going somewhere as I stand nowhere
Loving the feel of the cover of another book
Showing ones heel like a lover who just wants to take a look
Yea, and we know of a surety like God's only dove
Sent out to be a sign that the waters have abated
O, whom shall I call and command
O, who next will fall by reason of pain behind the house we slowly grope
Knowing that there is still here clean as the moon and fair as the sun
As the Word ought to be verified in a time when I was terrified
Trampled underfoot in the left hand of what is good
I've been a fool as skin doth tingle and I stay single.....






Another Volcano
4-23-18

Leaving only the corruption grieving only for the Mount Saint Helen's eruption
As men will rise and fall as to deliver the disease
And say the magic words of thank you and please
It's no secret at all of all human bondage
As so it seems is expedient for spiritual growth
O, let a race light it for hereafter
You should be ordained
And you have my vote for the boat to but quote
In the waters of Ararat
In the fullness of petticoated skirts offering oneself without spot
As to cleanse ones conscience move on this moment and follow through
With better sacrifices than these where fury is eased as setting thus night
You move me now......






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