Friday, September 21, 2018

45!!

Forty-Five
5-23-18

Turning forty-five hoping to look alive
Like a king bee in his hive
Establishing armies to protect the south border
For the Academy of history and the macadam of loyalty
And there's power in the blood having high hopes meeting us in the clouds
As to achieve what had seemed impossible in the new Druidic theater
Used as a household on that insightful flight across the sky
Summer's almost here my o my and the diagnosis is not ones identity
Living on despite the uproar in generations of the impeccable voice
As He opens the door and she rolls over refined as a natural pacifist denying himself
Pathos laden and realism for smarties crushed into powder
For our party's candidates......






On Alma 52:36 (Wagering)
5-23-18

Five in the morning
Don't try too hard to live it up
Just count your blessings as wagering
Comfort each other and I can call your brother in hope of seeing something
Cup still too hot to handle proving it sufficient as vulnerable wisdom cannot inhere
All for Florentine for the trap door in the sun and incorruption
We will see each other sooner than you think
For a tune in five tone and another pick me up in dismay of feeling
Where we get our healing seeing our armies make their way to the field
At this age half regarded as to up the ante and wash my sheets and towels
Involentarily carrying ones umbrella
As Lehi pressed upon us to feel loved.....






Like Unto Moroni
5-23-18

Willpower and ingenuity word hand in hand
Sweetened with a bucketful of ambition as the day breaks them
As an evolutionary irrelevance for clean sheets again of Fitzpier's conduct
And unfulfilled intention our vein not easily reconciled into human terms
In cities of slum dwellers better you than me
O, why all this Scripture about war we inquire
Not Seer as a simple concept in that all things are expedient
For the implementing of the door in that we want more
Still more patiently we spin the orange wheels
And find out how it feels as our brave assertion for beauty in ugliness
And vice versa for Tess of the D'Urbervilles
O, speak the word in love to constitute a valuable moral character in this.....






Need Toothpaste
5-23-18

For impulses and aims
For nests in crests
The bible scholar invests like unto Moroni are we as such
Let's keep in touch for poetic translations of the colloquial in our standard style of survival
And serenity yea, they are beloved as winded is the servant
Forgetting not the main thing
O, savior Caelar and all willingness in the hayfield symbolizing humanistic ideals
And bringing these words into the world as if creating my own universe
Whence and Wherefore so it is happy today just for the fizz beloved by us
So we won't miss the bus for afflictions that realities had borne
Now behold these ten thousand
Enter the covenant as to establish ones own oats each sunday morning
As to take up arms slow and singing....






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