Our Place Of Entrance
5-6-18
O, could it be a dream
Of attending five different churches in one day
Greeting Doctor Fritz
Sixth day, living creatures
And sometimes too much information
That I need something to contain it
Given one general account
God sees that it's all good
In the unity of this purpose
Our deposit of divine revelation
As to research this priesthood ministry further
Is it like it seems
O, divine Magna Charta subdue it
And scholar pursue it
Where psychadelia is the word
Just as well as man began with a mind that was perfect
In such infinite capacity of facilitation
And I'm winning a losing battle by the exponent
Of what is viable as to get older in surrender to the vision
I need to slow down.....
Losing A Winning Battle
5-6-18
Out of the garbage pail
Will she burn her wings partly in poetic form
By our Gestalt therapy many-faceted
Let them know your goals and plans
All for this dispensation
It's over my head and I'm losing a winning battle
O, fill the earth and subdue it
O, rash our angleworm and desire for repentance
By fire and by water baptism and blackwing drawing aces
Feeling like we know the game given a million situations
And a trillion blessings or more
To find power in living pure to suggest it without expecting reciprocation
My o my I'm in over my head
As prodigious and portentious as extraordinary
So is today's lesson for the aliment in its availability
Northeast of Sydney all for Captain James Cook
Take a deeper look
Larkspur
5-6-18
Focusing on awareness
Feeling sane and living mad on a window pane
A cactus sad be it lively in a spheric globe celestial
Bulbous our hyacinth for this consensus in redundancy
In agreement and accord
He said I was being brainwashed by Fuchsia purplish red
Thus the heavens and the earth
I'm in over my head with remedies as to stipulate
And require by contract this self control
All for the larkspur and dogwood tree
Make your own cross of ruff and frill voices of the angels at Paros
Fine with porcelin
Need to respect it semitranslucent although my game is interrupted
I still need to press onward.....
Gibraltor
5-7-18
I guess I'll set a course and go home from Sunday service
For the pressure in the architect on all sides for marble quarried
Set the pace for serenity on the sight of passion
O, frill of luxury
Time to turn it over and start anew tomorrow
Missed the sunrise again but at least I can return to my pen
Waking to another crisis in her sandbox as to count down to zero
I miss the mark as we hath witnessed
Done given Jordan the light of the sun
As to become a public figure
As to the cue and trace the trigger of public marble quarries
For luxury and frill to resurrect and then again kill
Jiving in our Gibralotor on invincible srongholds ample
And more than enough....
Eternity Is Ample
5-7-18
As to become downright beligerent
Where eternity is ample and of heaven if given but a sample
Bleeding sinews to be given audience in homes to dream
For a wellness toolbox and another morning that rocks
All for self advocacy and your support
O, Parton queen out on the tennis court
Living on the edge
Not my last or first resort
As to feast in ones home back to the east
Calling for our three sisters in the land of Uz
Perfect and upright
O, whence came thou
Taken and rejected shaken and selected
Hysteria when you're Moab junk and chaos begin again
Open wide so we can fix your teeth and come back soon for a cleaning
All for meaning.....
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