Sunday, November 18, 2018

no game

This Time It's No Game
9-18-18

Behold a sower goes forth for this people's heart is waxed gross
What is a man to be among you
Behold my servant as a bruised reed
He shall not break
Proving nothing but the spending of another fifty
All for the music behold my servant in all manned of sin and blasphemy
O, rubber ball bouncing back all for shocking pink and your missing link
Of painted rock review this rendition loading Stacy and Spencer
I don't want to go till I'm good and ready in times-Picaycne
Come back soon....





Bibliophile Revisited
9-18-18

Preferring to be one to say I won't forget
Those in such an outlet in Publishers Weekly in shocking pink I hesitate
Just to hear myself think in His name the Gentiles do trust all the same old dance
And lame like a chain bound to rust not just another good deal
In my torrent of tedium as the diver dissolves the sea
Taken to its heart capturing Spirit and favor in ones own favor
Truly universal of constant change
She set me free like a tiger swallowtail
O, smoking flax
O, lift the land out of the pit and don't quit.....






On Matthew 12:42
4-18-18

Of Soviet advisers
Hello, Madrid come late Autumn from the consummate suspense
Of things as we can know them in that I believed
Julia's dream interpretation as Thomassy has seed of ones own
Of the lecture hall enough material to keep me going for a lifetime
O, question the accomplice first like judge Drewson we find it afresh
All for O'Conner getting better in garbs of literature and its own show
As the lamb rises up again
Behold one greater than Solomon is here....







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