lyrical

Lyrical Way (About It)
4-17-18

Let us take in our bellyful of foods for the stomach
Up at ten till five wanting to get alive
She's got to be an angel
As to go to war with hideout diamond eyes and ruby sixth senses
As to slink away to sally
I do err in the Arabic as to reunite in apostecy
Heart and soul quicken me according to thy word
Often I am to blame in Word and in His name
Pressuring distinctly in our cynical why buffalo dance
According to McElroy
Raise me up and don't let me fall
As opposed to the linear pattern
I'm just blowing smoke and spinning my wheels
For another awesome Tuesday in his geometric symbolism
O, give not up principle in the dark shades of what I used to be
Of associated winds and keepers of the seasons......





Lost At Sea
4-17-18

Where Levites take down the ark to walk in the valley
In the voices of the shadow purchasing our golden jewels
As to cover all symbols of saving time
Green will shine again back into Beth-Shemeth
Reaping wheat harvest in the valley
Rejoicing for to see it
Love rescue me and I can almost be it
As a sailor lost at sea reaping wheat harvest in the valley
As love comes to town
And on the outskirts our golden crown
As in the day I never dreamed in countless forces in labyrinths
As season cling to us in gravies of God's grace
Come the forbidding of the chase and a darkness toward the meek and obedient
We fall and again as looking by day sparing ten....






Love Changes Everything
4-17-18

Love changes everything
In McElroy we find the Farmer in the cotton wool
Heat soon to be making ready for the next heatwave
Of slave, row and galley and another police chase out on highway twenty-four
For our ripening and harvesting of deserts dry and gold and silver eyes
It is my policy to write at least two pages before I do my thing
Behold, it sprouts
O, let us nourish it as belief goes on and on
And the book of heaven seems to go even deeper in the golden ghettos creeper
As to gloss things over and one day again play the part of the rover
As we must needs know that the seed is good
Yea, for every seed bring forth fruit of its own likeness....





On Alma 32:33
4-17-18

From the land of the sky blue later
And green in dreams of dreamer depths nostalgic as Zenos teaches
As Zenoch taught as I glorify the future to leave the past behind
Pressing forward to the mark and renew ourselves again unto repentance
O, neglect not the tree and take thought of its nurturing
In that your land is bruised as to try the expedient
Where the seed swells and sprouts above all that is pure in Melchizedec
My king is righteous and I hope I turn you on to it
As seeds are planted as I do greatly err in that I still love her
As intervened with thoughts the walls we heard
The city great like prayer hard to be uttered
And toast already buttered....





Sherwood Forests
4-17-18

It makes perfect sense that we had lives before
Yea, thou art merciful as one to adore and no more abhor
As thou wilt hear them as Abraham gives a tenth part of all
As bestowed as reason of the son and promises made
He unto us and we unto Him
Including Haman dialects our hairdo in the tempest of Asian trips
Lacking in consistency soon time to step into the water and get on with it
Pressing forward widely acclaimed as confined and intended
Within the egg
I'm the fool to deny existence before birth
Time to lather up
Smelly dwelling I will bless you and multiply you in the presence
Behind the veil.....