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Back At The Market
4-24-18

As one hauls a basket
Al La Wao de day
Sing it to feel better
In Spirit and in letter in fingertips
Lie close where bondage is present
Only to let one know he is alive 
And only in ignorance can one laugh and cry
As Lizzy veils her bushes
And Jesus tastes death for every man
Standing still to yet run like the wind
Knowing we all have sinned
Where Laura rears her ghostly head
All for grapes luscious as the purpose seems to be defeated
Where we lose ourselves as triangles prove obtuse
And I get in on their juice as to exhort one another daily
As you keep me holding on for bond and bruise
O, exhort while it is called today....






Back To Harmony
4-24-18

I dreamed I saw a rose in the wilderness
In its hundred acre wonderland of the natural
As turned and trooped as learned as sounded as to be darkness
Of another heavenly calling
It's crazy what we could have had
My error, yea my bad for hope, faith and vanity
One like a date tumbled
This is where you stumbled
In sad eyes and crooked crosses
Altogether cooing, bleating and babbling and mooing
And it behooved Him to become as one of us
As we stand by the naked flame
As wanderers and vagrants wait for the bus backwards
Up to the mossy glen
It took the blood to say when....





One Reared His Plate (Call And Ordain)
4-24-18

Angel or devil
We take morality to the next level
Come buy and let us hear you cry
Mine anger is no longer quite as kindled
As it was on the day of the provocation
Leering at one another
Catch the beautiful sunrise at the request of Martin Harris
Carved into stone on the face of it all
For gold on the furze and all that is her's
O, whom shall I call and ordain
And whom will fall by reason of pain
Made known unto future generations and geniologies insane
As she bade her taste and we're given the ability to make haste
Yea, they shall know of a surety
As I grant this power unto the chaste
Angel or devil....





Declaration
4-24-18

In official declarations
I turn you onto a new work or two
About it to take it to where we are to purloin
As these scribblings as one to toss the coin deeper into white
Under the surface of the illusion on green restored at the brightness of His coming
As soon as the building
Time to feed the cat
Good folk I have no such coin in the hands of love
As to yield the persuasion as it hitherto been verified
In a bad place where I was terrified
And I know of a surety that these words are true
Fresh from the heart in the me that lieth in you
Cut down and yet but refined like a stone cut
And a need to break out of this rut
Buy it from us in gold attained in these writings....