Fayette

In Trouble At Fayette
6-13-18

Plying ones peril raising these members for upcoming Decembers
Suspended above a toilet-table giving a pinch to ones waist
All for multifold harpers upon cold blades half corrective
I write whatever I see as fancier whoso having knowledge
Have I not commended to report and turn right and to have a good night
As to be redeemed look at this, it's me
I'm in enough trouble as it stands with time on my hands
Going home to a cup of sin.....






Withsoever I Will (Go Your Way)
6-13-18

In one hour or so
I go home to write some more
Too bad about her book left drenched
According to all pleasure I get out of these readings
Shaming it off my tail accountable before ourselves
I see it and to feel it as the wages that remain and bird cages of disdain
Plowing into section thirty-one
And this is my idea of fun
Wait a little dead son and pray always
Alright to be tired but not alright to throw in the towel
As a physician unto us
Prepare them against the time.....






Beauty Of Free Choice
6-13-18

Faithful until the end
Every day we make it through another wicked one
For a runner's lap to lift up your heart and rejoice
And may love be your choice
I don't need to go anywhere this evening as one to be the intercessor
In strengthening yea, we open up our hearts
O, thrust in your sickle as sins are forgiving you
The beauty of it is free choice with sheaves upon ones back
Worthy of hire in another filthy empire
All as our cooperation as saga fawn do easily anticipate it.....







Domestic-Looking Setup
6-13-18

O, life car for our lady
No need to be shady behind naked eyes
Sky just sky of making it
Carrying satchel and parcels to jump on a high speed train
Of bodies compact and for the assembly of begonias
By the species of our groove
I go home to write some more and put on more coffee
Of our considerable acquaintence on ones Omnibus
Less becoming love at the end of the line of exotic aspect
I don't look back going everywhere for you
Wait a little, dear child
Waiting for something sweeter....







A Die Is Cast
6-13-18

From the window at last a die is cast
Softly sketching painting it in brilliant colors for the groove in the pavement
You imagine better weather less becomingly
Yea, good natured on the darkest and brightest of days
As hesitation turns me back
What do you suppose is the attraction to take me home again
Scrambling into the omnibus good cooking on the inside and without
Fair enough as well good natured my dear brother.....