reevaluation

Reevaluation
4-18-18

Jimmi hits us with the electric prod
And some try to say that there is no God
Waiting for the end our resurrection
Do you still wait for the symbol of your faith
Reevaluating my situation to see that I fall short
O, where do I go from here
In all eternity from servants of the fallen down on Arudy Lane
O, pleasure that brings pain
Where we hope for the best sugar for the blood and candy blue and pink
For redemption of the seven young ones and a teacher
Where can I go in Spirit, our new season
As the sun dares to make the scene if you know what I mean
Greeting Dooley
I feel a chilly path upon me not forsaken
I keep the entire neighborhood in my prayers for mercy....





Hallelujah Anyway
4-18-18

Meeting my goal to take a class in the corridors
So be it hallelujah anyway
To give the prop a better chance at large
Fly away with me tonight
Sharp teeth but friendly
Taking it slow as to hear at Barringer fathomed so it is
And today for froth foam and fizz
O, Buchenwald tell it like it is
While in my captivity and tunnel vision for the prologue of northern Iraq
Cringing drops of sweat as I share the premonition for Assyrian ivory lieus
Of good news and battle remnants of cosmic treatment
And however long it takes to do this
Hallelujah anyway....





Time To Make My Move
4-19-18

In pendants and runes and groin stone telling us we're not alone
In nectar stained in burnished pots and for these words I have the hots
And the hard reading of Rossiter and soaked hearts as we know it
And cherish it today as to perish in a brand new way
Taking it slow turning back to lap the water of the river
O, Jesus deliver as to dig the dust enclosed yet to face my chronicle
And this afternoon stay awhile still looking for the way to happiness
Only to realize that such is the way
In another midsummer daydream
For we always have something more to say
As races attributed a mansion of many rooms
So is our faith.....






Blind Horses
4-19-18

In foresight and organizations, our skill
And another dirty day in our first stiffening of friendships
We find it afresh this way to stiff and soften all allies of the new covenant
And blind horses over the hill
Waking up to endeavors and having much to contribute
To the bill running on every investment
I did snooze to win and lose in Mangham of approval
And a better stone removal for juice in my veins and soon eyes wide open
Run away blind horses into the valley in prime sources of good ideas
I go wandering
Exit Taximan a swilling pen minute in numberless concourses
Wherein our citizens read the Word....