Druid

Ah, Druid
5-31-18

Ah Druid say your piece
And admire the fleece and pray and never cease
O, who goes with Fergus and it's not O, poor old bugger me
Very much dawn here as we inquire of pure love as long as we live
In that we're willing to give in that the love that you give is what you get
O, white breast of dim sea widely admired and truthfully inspired
Cast a cold eye on life and death for indespensible gifts
Proving golossary names and places where this morning
I call it not a study for one early morning in Ireland
Destination anywhere as the birds announce the dawn as distinguished
Our pre-raptaelites quite naturally......





Plunged (For Jesus)
5-31-18

Plunged deeply in arcane pursuits dressed in fancy suits
But not me according to Jethro's flutes
Greeting our Dedalus in woven shade
O, invisible worm that I am
As to assail as to lift up our russet brow
And enjoy the church while it lasts as I be such
Here I am sugar back where I belong
As one to sing my song no more to
Brood upon love's well known manifestation
In a Colby-Jack ballad and a Provolone love song
Trying to realize where I go wrong
As to lift ones tired eyelids amonst Emma's men
O, take up the pen
O, kick the engine and call him Ken
Where knowledge is power
Concerning the seed of the sunflower
Doing it for Jesus today.....






Schooner (No Sooner)
5-31-18

Great Scots today and just Jensen
We will all meet up in heaven
And there will be no such gulf between us as through the schooner
Later and sooner don't think just do it this afternoon
A sanctity this bread to our souls and step into the water again
In beatitude beercan bravado and H.P. Lovecraft
Does it help to forget
And do you know what you started
All in Captain Collins no reason to fear but fear itself today
At Fayette waiting for the tide to turn
Remain teachable for there is much to learn
And so much more left to justify after administration
Of authenticity afterwards for this bestowal.......






In Briden (At Duchland)
5-31-18

As to be the air that you breathe
In Briden our own beatitude
Getting him in the mood
Inspired to lay the foundation by unanimous vote
Today in no need of a coat pointing out the obvious
And holding that high note as to weep for Zion
For the bestowal of the Comforter
It's only love if you're hurting too
Of Duckland correspondents it reeks again
And I take care of it as to guide the cause of Zion
Like the claws of our Lion
We call him Christian
Of half-castes in my dreams where the love lasts
Would you think it odd in Briden
I can almost feel it....