our thing

Convincing Our Thing
9-25-18

Seven princes see the king's face
As heaven convince our own thing's trace of Ahasureus by our chamberlains
In another metropolis and I order up one more drink just to help me think
Recognisably Dickenson
Your wars are so painful as disdainful
Tantalizing in a world of hidden marvels of fables smoothly told
And fraught as if by oneself
Taught atmospheric Gaffney crafts fables engrossing
And I ramble on as we take up the Baltimore Sun
And read it on the run......






Souls In Living Fire
9-25-18

As I rejoice for your salvation
As I prefer the praising version of such a song of final dispensation
Get on with your life for the cause of darkness in its strangeness
God again is heard At Meres at Marsena
At Memucan and another golden star
I've come this far without a car
O happy morn of Athens in the custody of Hege
O, do you still pull my leg
O God of power
God of right
Taking a left turn tonight
As we swerve and get more than what we deserve
As a pleasure to serve forge our souls....






A Papal Dispensation
9-25-18

It doesn't always need to be a countdown
As to share them to ones greatest desire
Pleasure to serve thee
It pleased the king and he did so
As to stand up and sing and to let them know
Greeting our Mordecai as to want to be a rolling stone
Let her roll on until the rain is gone
Hard to hold by royal commandment as to lighten ones mind
Well rounded and curved as is crystal and dug like the diamond
As the saying pleased the king upon a pavement of red
Jesus bled and will again on that day notable well fed........






Over The Edge
9-25-18

Soon to go home and drive myself over the edge
Into the now of my eternity for the heart of Brigtha
All for the cause of pressing onward knowing law and judgment
All by way of faith in what I could not see
Under the reign of the son of Hammedatha
Always looking around the corner
I do good on this go around all for enlargement and indifference
Peopling the land with seeds of sweetness
Getting on my palomino yet trifling as the sun goes down
As to palpate by way of touch
What's up
Not much....