wailing

Wailing Amongst Hosts
6-13-18

Spirit tells me to do my own thing
And enjoy it in a hurt down deep incomplete
Gathered on my right hand
Depart not from us and keep on going
As to sound ones trump dead awake alive and asleep
An end shall come
Depart not from us by the love known as our strongest weapon
I let it up to you just how you will take these words
As to rule upon them as a rod of iron
Namely the book as to catch the hook
So much to do and so little time
I must as I live, forgive......





As I Must Live
6-13-18

As admonitions do not reign
When it's insane
Sugar and caffeine through my every vein
Along with my archangel sounding his trump
And then the dead do awaken
Come forth, yea even all gathered on both hands
As wailing among the hosts as if seeing ghosts by the mouth of Ezekiel
I owe it to myself to eat of the produce of preparation
Depart not from us ye blessed
As surely as I must live....






Nashville Banner
6-13-18

All for fowls of air and fishes on the sea
Neither mote shall be lost for it is the workmanship
As to draw nigh unto artistry in ones amalgam of lust and violence
As flesh falls from off our bones and a new beginning falls under the hopeful
To keep the works until the end all for signs in heaven above
And manifestations I but love with a sun darkened for God's craftsmanship
Of the seemly inward side of war caught in triumph and tragedy
Of our own bloodiest battlefields
A tale that would not disappoint of Nashville banners....






Section Thirty
6-13-18

Driving myself mad Friday morning
It's quite sad and a new beginning shall come
For the wicked on ones left hand of cleft sand old things pass away
In all the fullness thereof not one mote shall be lost for it is the workmanship
As it remaineth in me transgression all commandments
Loving our John Whitmer at Fayette
As to do according to what is written
Pronounced upon the righteous....





Chimney-Place
6-13-18

Of Zola so it is written
As to reinvent the United States all for Roderick Hudson
Not too late to settle in
Rainy on the wings of a dove
All for the cause of love
As to be born in New York City
Waging works of criticism by the afterword by Poirier in another Signet Classic
In the heat of a bustling for enlivening suggestion for funeral umbrage
Receiving the ineffective O, dull and moist my back lawn as to indicate
To blessed vernal equinox in a heart of bustling.....