Presbuteros (Of Fidelity)
4-12-18
God have me today to prophesy where love remains
And I'm one of you
As to consider and behold that the Word is true
As I write from another pen of blue
Keep up the good work and taste it anew
As to draw our own designs
God have me to have you today
No longer disqualified to control the dice
Greeting brother Price in poems of wildest images
And a riff similar to the latter
As to exhort bondservants and soon get on with it
And try to climb this constant longing
Go fold, that's cold
Be quiet to feel it all around you
In good fidelity Savior in all things
As splendor gives one a second sight
In knowing what I used to be in my own resolve
Where lines are severed
God have me today to be a blessing....
Luttolfo
4-12-18
Pushing another mastidon to my front door
Soon this means war for the ivory
Dying for every hope on that high summit opposite Westminster
In our whitehall O, lost leader you can always return to it
All for our Paracelsus and garden fancies of other Nancys
To Abd-el-kada
Or what ever am I trying to say
Give it one half an hour then clean up the room
And tomorrow do the same lined up for glory
As tickets sell out at the door of Luttolfo
Playing with fire and looking for love in dreams of being afraid of it
For the grace of God hath appeared and the air is cleared
Count It All Joy
4-12-18
He gave himself for us and soon I hear this knock at my door
Believing in love as a mystical state
Let's make it last this time around
Just to feel it all among our presence in other connections
Of simple paths where we find each other warped and self-condemned
I believe in forever somewhere out there for truth to be sought
In that Zion is desolate
We are plentiful in impotent rage
Don't let it get to you
Speak these things and O, exhort
Yea, speak good report if the world despises you
Then count it all joy
Looking for that blessed hope
For our Cenciaja another island in the path of its own gravity
May the Lord live forever
I believe in such
Straightened with eyes on the stars....
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