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There's The News
4-23-18

In strength and just as well in fertility
O, do we need more soil
Herein for the roots where oaks are lofty 
As prepared unto Caorlyn so to speak
Another word of exhortation in onycha and galbanum
Drifting forth all secret works stretched over crimson and indigo
Where sons stand naked not to overlook the theme
In our stone to but shine out of darkness
And another book to buy tomorrow
I'll go there with you thus far
As to be fulfilled for the curse upon this land
We were afraid only in we did not understand
By the joining of both Testaments
And yet more to read all about it
Here's the news in need of new shoes.....






Still Smoking Honest Engine
4-23-18

If you persist in your efforts
You might get a handle on the books and learn how to take your time
As to leave this mark and incline an ear to but hark
Always acknowledging Gazelun as a stone shining forth in darkness
Need to rehearse putting my foot down and so I harden my heart again
Having a real knack in getting in on at in and out of ones life
As to acknowledge memory of this nostalgia come accounts for the strength
Need to learn how to live in the here and now
O, keep your twenty-four all for our blessed fellowship
Today it's good to be honest
And true about what I still do
And I still do......






On Alma 37:31
4-24-18

Short lived is instant gratification
At the goblin market we find it afresh
Come by our orchard fruits in fields to till and thresh
I want to reach out therefore we tarry in the wilderness
And to travel another mile and meet them halfway
And show up on Sunday all for oranges and clementines
And bloom-down cheeked sharp bearer in a time where it really reeked
As to enter into a covenant and keep it that way
Greeting Roisetti by the narrow way
Taste the spirits by the light of day forever
Unto those workers of darkness and as well our secret combinations
Fair eves that fly
Why O why....






Blossom Time
4-24-18

Taste the spirits and try
Give yourself away and break down and cry
In Gazelem, another one of my stones
All hard and ripe together freewill and born night
By the light along the creekside we go fishing
And take out the boat before we are fully ripe
Not just another shadow and type and its blossom time
And no need to hurry up nor hasten
Down back at Cyprus Gardens as to anoint you
With the oil of gladness
You and to appoint you
With the soils in times of madness
Lie close and hearken for another land to darken
Lie close!