I Made It (Praise God!)
4-26-18
Lifted up on the first day firmly established
Can't get enough as I like it
This is the new stuff of much matter to be learned
As heaps like causeway to be burned
For the sake of the Word on another laundry morning
Insanely early in adornment of chains and pleasurable growing pains
Keep it up my friend as I see sparks fly similar to that of Mercutio
Not to rebuke, beware but to fulfill as time marches on
Seeking the manna of the Word
Man, you have lost them yet hath gained your own salvation
O, come off conquerer therefore you have delivered them up
O, walk worthy of your calling
As to play the part of the magic mountain and come on up.....
O, Walk Worthy
4-26-18
Gross fools as you and I under morality inquiring not the why
O, walk worthy of your calling all for love
You've given up peace be to thee
Yea, my sins are in the depths of the sea all for our slime and mortar
We put in that extra quarter and sometimes it seems like forever
In waiting for the cycle to be completed
O, blessed be the tie that binds for here shall he see
And in good fear we shall be as we love it
O, Ducdame do your duty as to perpetrate matrimony
Hence the touchstone in Audrey in unseeming haste
As to join Wainscott and cover Hendrix....
Theosophist
4-26-18
Herein the Lord informs us
Where she's breaking me down
O, Ducdame is that your name?
Is there a lion to tame?
Is toil your game for the remainder of the Word of your translation
For in man of whom I trusted
Yea, that which is sacred in our wickedness
Namely me grovelling and abject in carved idols
She's breaking me down
Seeking to lay a cunning plan
Rather than what you have said you can
O, remember Heleman for this emergency kept and preserved
In our hands where the scholar and poet at last at first understands
In the legend that paled all speculations
Making just enough to get by as to be sifted as the chaff
Yet we are not afraid of his laugh.....
Vegas Grooves (Of Records)
4-26-18
As I preserve it with full purpose
For this country boy in Vegas grooves of records
Make it relate to readiness as curiosity leads me down a new path
Taking a turn to the traditional ways of hymn books at R'lyeh
Of a whispering Castro where the poison is the remedy of our great old ones
Ann Morris thrown aside as to plunge us through the sky
O, could you be saving yourself bringing dim ears from dark stars
For our Holocaust of ecstacy
Don't say I'm the stranger again
I can't stop
No, I'm not that strong on my own
As behind the individual countenence
Leading us to life eternal as to preserve it for its mere purpose
But to testify before we die....
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