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At The Brink Of What We Think
5-10-18

The carnal say that the truth is hard to swallow
While in iniquity I still ramble and wallow
Flame of my dimension of this resurrection
In the glory of the morning enlightening profession
Of spirits of sadness lead me to the gate approaching
Unto our own lands falling like a ball upon ones senses
As an easy prey for us preferring places of security in the Symphony of a lute
With broken swings greeting our Anthony Patch
And I'd like to say it's alright in our Fitzgerald
In places of security and a tome for two dollars
Going further than the conscious that set the stage
If they only knew casting up dirt roundabout the shield
As our lives turn out this way.....





Intermediate
5-10-18

Late start and the rain begins
Love is all around theoretically
At least as minstrels sing these songs
We have our shadows to follow around
As stars in nebulous, intermediate heavens that begin to rain
Singing of love as to the yoke of bondage
Follow our friend as the elect deem themselves worthy
To be baptized afresh remembering life in the shadows for the efforts of Anthony Patch
We know where to go
We think we can see you
And I would like to continue down this path
Into a truth at the mouth of the river for this misty meadow
Gravity directing and God willing....





Sabeans Fall Upon Us
5-10-18

Knowing the sophistry of taking risks
And to keep growing
Class goes on in endless corridors of good material
For stigma paralysis and something too much
Analysis dynamic and opinionated
Yea on your belly you should go
As I hasten into open air
Go brother the smoke of high and low
In our tapestry chambers for the veins of the leaf
As to see magnificent perfection
O, because ye have done this
I go home tomorrow  and give Mother a kiss
O, can I be true to the faith
And true to myself at the same time
Like a pall upon my senses
Let us take heed and pray always to whom ghosts frequent our haunts
Of prehistoric tranquility
I say hello in my own way.....






Horse Pills
5-10-18

As to know justification with ones mind
On someone else's potato chips
O, covet not good old friend spanking new to me today
Waiting for the black kettle cats in search for tunafish
For classic tales of horror and wonder our marvel and astonishment
As God hath spoken it as to exfoliate in the spirit of memorandums
By divine interrogation as to endure upon foreign hills
As to immure the swallowing of horse pills
To endure on fast to his name to the very end
I didn't need to bring it up again
As I have been vacillating between yea and nay
As to teach, expound and exhort
Don't push me too far tonight
Sprouting like the green of May trees
All confiding and squeezing that river in the valley.....