Embellished
8-29-18
Of the thirty-six that survived
The more we have trouble and we're asking for more
To embellish discard and expire down at the square of Saint-Cecile
Still at peace as the evening is warm as for felicity Clairbet
Sounding like a countdown
Dreams might set you free for a little while longer
Tailing off rearwards calling it flick in loving France
On the beach at Carne's night unto death
Let me catch my breath......
Our Fugue Capital
9-5-18
Miracle, I made it for our fugue back in business
For a lady of Carbuncle and another disappearance
For pawning and clearance where every man has a reason
To, in Freedman building the tension
O, rage burned have me to know it for myself
For the healing power of friends and golden oldies
Take all prisoners on personal accounts
The dawn will break another day
Capturing Magna Laude as to applaud and a whistling hallucination
Wanting to figure it out some muttering between themselves
In a moment of truth
Take all sergeants to town.....
Freedman Builds Tension
9-5-18
It's all clear you are meant to be here
Investment or expense believing in the remnant of summer crickets
In Tennessee down dreaming dreaming alone by thought, liturgy and solitude
O, tear us apart and watch this procession
I lie not by conscience bearing witness as the creature be delivered
What's done is done
You love it here so whispers the God of my excess
And it's all clear for creature to be made exempt from vanity
Of what I would rather not hear about.....
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