esteem

High Esteem (Of The Younger Me)
5-2-18

Yesterday I came, saw and conquered
Knock and it shall be opened to you
Seek and you wll find
As to treasure up salvation
Still reading just for fun
Where I ought to be taking it slow
O, can you tell me where I am
Or is it still too early to tell
As one doth but discern
Not a matter of growing up
As the field is white already for harvest
As time waits for no one
Yet highly esteeming where I come from
In a harp strung tossing to the ducks by bread crumb
As my gift is the greatest of all
Call it salvation for its own call
Call it a catch eleven all for my Wessex cup
Where time waits for no man in my prime
I do the best I can.....





Noncommonplace
5-2-18

Do I answer tea or nay
O, is it that simple taking my time on another day to exfoliate
Always a new one on me no love like God's love
No glove like our rod's glove
Transient and uncertain never again to draw the curtain
Eternal yet never infernal not forever as to adapt to the unknown
Given something as simple as a pet rock and a crystal in my wallet
What are you he inquires and is answered
I am awake and there is a God in all as clear as the sun in the summer sky
And taking up Pommy Vega and the day comes when love conquers all fear
In being honest about what's going on
Astounded and wide awake
I am awake, noncommonplace......





Accept These Words (To Get Loose)
5-2-18

Stepping in all the purples
As sediment muddles and I understand about indecision
As a man appears out of the darkness
O, can you tell me where I am so inquired the spectacle asleep
A vast hovering being as dawn looks at me with one eye closed
And the same is called of God back at the tress flea market for this feeling inside
Dividing asunder of joints and marrow gradually added a painless insight
For battles contrary to by will in the fullness of gospel
Accept the words that are written out as to make one high
And how art David called to assist in describing the blessedness of man
I want to make you see....






Another Sharp Hammered Nail
5-2-18

Good evening and buenos noches
Impassionately personal muddling through from me to you
And today again skies blue
Frightened by our own earnestness
If you're strong you will survive
In enticements to metaphysics on the borders of the Red Sea
The language itself is beautiful impressively personal in Whitmer at Fayette
In this distant goal nothing but abysses in another thelological seminary
Our magic hidden back up in time for medicine
And to do research on Darwin, Newton and Edison
All for eight witnesses we see fit to explore these new realms freely
In the awakening of whispers from these walls our cities lie in wait.....