Nigh Is The Place
10-8-18
Seven, the number of perfection
Was a day of triumph
So I bring it back to the here and now
And face up to my monsters
Looking forward to Christ with stedfastness
And I don't look back
Given the Lord, given the judge
O, destroy them not where Gentiles could be reached
Looking for the signs which are given
Given the whole, the heart and the tools
And the keys to the kingdom
On ones way to all elusive contentment
As waves of conversation are enough
O, can we have a witness and cease to take their junk
In all of this funk where we don't recognize ourselves
Nor count the books on our shelves
Bathing in the small sounds of night
As nigh is a place of refuge...
Pictorial
10-8-18
As so we take our scone
We tally the goals far and few between
In a time when it was green
Making a transition from heresy
To art plowing my way on through debris with my shopping cart
And I can live with this where we have a bone to pick
It's just a gesture in jest
Yea, O all men are previewed to read all about it
And to no more doubt it
Who is the founder of these things
Falsely accused of false witness and we shall have judgment
As to show mercy
I still count myself fortunate
Carefully pictorial gazing into Ludlow's mouth
As to buy milk and honey as the chaff that passeth away....
Monday, December 31, 2018
Saturday, December 29, 2018
it is
Of What Not It Is
10-8-18
In great wars and contentions within
I press onward for a plan of many judgments
and another way about it not to doubt it
As one is but a small matter gazing at a photograph from September of '83
When the leaves were still green so be the mystery and its scene
O, I cry an eye without natural tears on our way to Isengard
Wherein we free our fears
O, can't you sleep
No, I will up the ante and gamble with my reputation
In mentioning Jesus looking back to times when it was simple
To pop another pimple
As to mar and mend and stay out of the sack
As it well will consume me
Trying to disentangle from my ruminations
Of what not is....
Inasmuch (As It Be Expedient)
10-8-18
All for devices to sympathize with tool in hand
To emphasize in a famous koan about sound
Inasmuch as it be expedient as I do what I see fit
Opening up my mind to profound listening
As I am the one to build it up again
And to fill my cup for my pen
Down those endless twisted corridors where I'd lack an education
As a convert but not a member
O, will I wait until December
Where we follow as we will
God protect me from myself
As Legolas stands gazing
What can I say as dawn comes glimmering
And a savor the remnant of the crickets
When infirm summer flies by and we enter bold coldness
Having foolishness for agency......
10-8-18
In great wars and contentions within
I press onward for a plan of many judgments
and another way about it not to doubt it
As one is but a small matter gazing at a photograph from September of '83
When the leaves were still green so be the mystery and its scene
O, I cry an eye without natural tears on our way to Isengard
Wherein we free our fears
O, can't you sleep
No, I will up the ante and gamble with my reputation
In mentioning Jesus looking back to times when it was simple
To pop another pimple
As to mar and mend and stay out of the sack
As it well will consume me
Trying to disentangle from my ruminations
Of what not is....
Inasmuch (As It Be Expedient)
10-8-18
All for devices to sympathize with tool in hand
To emphasize in a famous koan about sound
Inasmuch as it be expedient as I do what I see fit
Opening up my mind to profound listening
As I am the one to build it up again
And to fill my cup for my pen
Down those endless twisted corridors where I'd lack an education
As a convert but not a member
O, will I wait until December
Where we follow as we will
God protect me from myself
As Legolas stands gazing
What can I say as dawn comes glimmering
And a savor the remnant of the crickets
When infirm summer flies by and we enter bold coldness
Having foolishness for agency......
guarantee
Guarantee Our Inheritance
10-7-18
Hatchet bloody and blunt
I'm not just another starving runt
Trampling ones ugly set of coins to get my wash clean
And nothing more He comes upon whom he will God see me through today
In oil, water and wind
God knows I have sinned and no one is innocent
For the power and the seal and I can see her everywhere
And the Spirit gives us utterance
And I find my place in the chain poisoned with rainbows
Back to Phygia in the need of a new muffler
Spinning in a squirrel cage
I myself gave the order
As in being broken my power is yet present
For the sake of these stories and some sin against themselves
And I am cut short again as to be slaughtering the lamb
Listen to me and keep on.....
Bound For Isengard
10-7-18
Choosing to stay with it
Broken down with a descent thought
"Lead on my Son", is your world by the two towers relevant in these times
The siren rings but it's not for me iron shod all today for God
We had fat to chew that I know nothing of
Imparting faith from nothing to one
Lead us not into temptation as nights grow colder
And today I am somewhat bolder in handsome uniform
Editors and the guarantee of inheritance
In the explanation
This is the Spirit invention unflagging
Sit at my left hand all for the tree stump
All in the human frame
Yea and blessed art all living
All for the lesson of giving
Passing through Mesopotamia
Old men dream dreams.....
10-7-18
Hatchet bloody and blunt
I'm not just another starving runt
Trampling ones ugly set of coins to get my wash clean
And nothing more He comes upon whom he will God see me through today
In oil, water and wind
God knows I have sinned and no one is innocent
For the power and the seal and I can see her everywhere
And the Spirit gives us utterance
And I find my place in the chain poisoned with rainbows
Back to Phygia in the need of a new muffler
Spinning in a squirrel cage
I myself gave the order
As in being broken my power is yet present
For the sake of these stories and some sin against themselves
And I am cut short again as to be slaughtering the lamb
Listen to me and keep on.....
Bound For Isengard
10-7-18
Choosing to stay with it
Broken down with a descent thought
"Lead on my Son", is your world by the two towers relevant in these times
The siren rings but it's not for me iron shod all today for God
We had fat to chew that I know nothing of
Imparting faith from nothing to one
Lead us not into temptation as nights grow colder
And today I am somewhat bolder in handsome uniform
Editors and the guarantee of inheritance
In the explanation
This is the Spirit invention unflagging
Sit at my left hand all for the tree stump
All in the human frame
Yea and blessed art all living
All for the lesson of giving
Passing through Mesopotamia
Old men dream dreams.....
Gerrit
Gerrit
10-7-18
Right feet run swiftly
Dig a hole in the meadow in soils full of rocks and roots
Come iron-shod rusty chains that no longer bind as Hobbits' footprints are quite plain
And I've seen how rock bottom can but be all for a squirrel's nut
To see as to raise up Alexander
O, strive with man and survive the steel saucepan
Missing her tonight
Shall we rest while upright and climb the ripple
Like there were stars back down the other side
God may love today reign in my mind
And my heart in punching cows
I walk out naked again
O, the pain and pleasure
"Nanch!", cries Gimli all for Gerrit de Jong Junior
And it's almost time to go......
Twas Witnessed
10-7-18
Honky Tonk plates for a name brought millions of His parsons
Visiting my two towers with mindfulness on the go
I still don't know where a new world opens up
As to live as if now is my only time to but be
O, come rejoice in today
God, I request O, all strength and might to get what I need
And be a blessing to Mother
One in all ones might proclaim
All for the grace and her song
Come rejoice ushered to bestow today to practice
Happiness to the point of joy with every reason
In devout ways to make some noise
God knows why we do what we do today
O, what is witnessed in our great gig in the heavens
Time to go....
On Acts 2:12
10-7-18
As blood runs cold things start to get old as to be bold
As to go in single file for to see the first postressurrection
What's the chance that she'll remember
I never had such a password
God I pray to clear up this matter
As the day of Pentacost is fully come thereat as to sweeten our memories
Good night, Wyoming and there is this also
I seek to prove being guilty in my innocence leaving all diamonds behind
Having treasure enough peace in the face of fear
In such as us
Don't miss the bus
All for Cretans and Arabs
No such contraband full of new wine
What could this mean?
Back in Pamphylia
Life is trouble just the same....
10-7-18
Right feet run swiftly
Dig a hole in the meadow in soils full of rocks and roots
Come iron-shod rusty chains that no longer bind as Hobbits' footprints are quite plain
And I've seen how rock bottom can but be all for a squirrel's nut
To see as to raise up Alexander
O, strive with man and survive the steel saucepan
Missing her tonight
Shall we rest while upright and climb the ripple
Like there were stars back down the other side
God may love today reign in my mind
And my heart in punching cows
I walk out naked again
O, the pain and pleasure
"Nanch!", cries Gimli all for Gerrit de Jong Junior
And it's almost time to go......
Twas Witnessed
10-7-18
Honky Tonk plates for a name brought millions of His parsons
Visiting my two towers with mindfulness on the go
I still don't know where a new world opens up
As to live as if now is my only time to but be
O, come rejoice in today
God, I request O, all strength and might to get what I need
And be a blessing to Mother
One in all ones might proclaim
All for the grace and her song
Come rejoice ushered to bestow today to practice
Happiness to the point of joy with every reason
In devout ways to make some noise
God knows why we do what we do today
O, what is witnessed in our great gig in the heavens
Time to go....
On Acts 2:12
10-7-18
As blood runs cold things start to get old as to be bold
As to go in single file for to see the first postressurrection
What's the chance that she'll remember
I never had such a password
God I pray to clear up this matter
As the day of Pentacost is fully come thereat as to sweeten our memories
Good night, Wyoming and there is this also
I seek to prove being guilty in my innocence leaving all diamonds behind
Having treasure enough peace in the face of fear
In such as us
Don't miss the bus
All for Cretans and Arabs
No such contraband full of new wine
What could this mean?
Back in Pamphylia
Life is trouble just the same....
come sing
Come Sing
10-7-18
Overslept till six-thirty
Call it insane as to appall it but not in vain
As to behold many generations
Only so much time reaching through as research indicates
And all signs point to the request for a sign
Learning the more how to draw that line
As to retest subtle echoes as all indications
Point to the matter to just bring my coffee
O, come such unto the Lord as He speaks to the earth
Again, O look up and see
Yea, there is His kin
Knock please, no more curve balls
All for the jackhammer servant
As out percussion session as truth bursts forth
And I know the remnant of the crickets
God knows there is hope.....
On Second Nephi 26:7
10-7-18
Feeling like I can fly away
With a whole new refrigerator and backup
It's been a learning experience as to be visited with thundering
Saith the Lord of Hosts
For we shall be as stubble as to speak from the dust
And today it's go or bust as so my living outreach
In revised text as so early is worship
Paul as to rebirth my warship and pray, O the faith and anguish
Ready for the cause casting out the prophets and the Saints
Breaking out the bushels of mud
For all points ready for the gridlock continually
Maker in sound at Zoo Channel on my cable
In my dreams working on time with the pen bearing sheep
Ever to the lion's den
Come and rejoice
As it is well nigh consumeth.....
Let's See 'Em
10-7-18
You know you never see
You see love wired for sound
Just drink O, His name abode by saying "Jesus"
Making one smile
Given just one hour to get ready
O, wondrous strain do not refrain as you Father bid before
Noised abroad rejoicing in the face of adversity
Only a diver makes things alright
Going back to upstate New York for more nourishment
For wheat and rye as to remember all the days we stand by
I'm as ready as can be to go somewhere as so such Scripture is inapplicable for fools
Such as us
Don't miss the bus
Looking forth to all steadfastness
For dreams wild at sea it must needs be
And tomorrow is another stay at home AM and PM
Let's see 'em....
10-7-18
Overslept till six-thirty
Call it insane as to appall it but not in vain
As to behold many generations
Only so much time reaching through as research indicates
And all signs point to the request for a sign
Learning the more how to draw that line
As to retest subtle echoes as all indications
Point to the matter to just bring my coffee
O, come such unto the Lord as He speaks to the earth
Again, O look up and see
Yea, there is His kin
Knock please, no more curve balls
All for the jackhammer servant
As out percussion session as truth bursts forth
And I know the remnant of the crickets
God knows there is hope.....
On Second Nephi 26:7
10-7-18
Feeling like I can fly away
With a whole new refrigerator and backup
It's been a learning experience as to be visited with thundering
Saith the Lord of Hosts
For we shall be as stubble as to speak from the dust
And today it's go or bust as so my living outreach
In revised text as so early is worship
Paul as to rebirth my warship and pray, O the faith and anguish
Ready for the cause casting out the prophets and the Saints
Breaking out the bushels of mud
For all points ready for the gridlock continually
Maker in sound at Zoo Channel on my cable
In my dreams working on time with the pen bearing sheep
Ever to the lion's den
Come and rejoice
As it is well nigh consumeth.....
Let's See 'Em
10-7-18
You know you never see
You see love wired for sound
Just drink O, His name abode by saying "Jesus"
Making one smile
Given just one hour to get ready
O, wondrous strain do not refrain as you Father bid before
Noised abroad rejoicing in the face of adversity
Only a diver makes things alright
Going back to upstate New York for more nourishment
For wheat and rye as to remember all the days we stand by
I'm as ready as can be to go somewhere as so such Scripture is inapplicable for fools
Such as us
Don't miss the bus
Looking forth to all steadfastness
For dreams wild at sea it must needs be
And tomorrow is another stay at home AM and PM
Let's see 'em....
Friday, December 28, 2018
trouble
Trouble, Double As Stubble
10-6-18
It is noised abroad that we believe in God
Consternation is not going to kill me
I guess I saw it coming
O, my collection of gems of many facets
Blundering blindly safe to your side and then I confide
As she rubs her neck right over my router and I simply obsess in it
For a few pints in me at first rather bleak in early October relevant
Under one more circumstance and she says, "Let's dance!"
Twelve quids worth meeting butterflies to ease
My bad as one to get out of the hip with Joseph the joiner
I will negotiate and just enjoy my tree lights early this year......
Blues At Hand (Peace With Him)
10-6-18
Blues at hand
Much sense relevant for good clean fun
Choose to understand are we to believe as fools do
As one that kindles a fire I saw no trouble in spilling the beans way on down the line
For all fire kindled destroy them not
For there is no death in the pot
O, behold this is His will to peace out to the Allman Brothers
As to banter guidance and error lowdown dirty and mean
As it well nigh consumes me in that thy ways are just God
Giving us as much as we can handle
As to profit something
As it is of the flesh to say "Mine, all mine"
As to roll the dice not always nice
And so tomorrow I rejoice over eleven revolutions......
10-6-18
It is noised abroad that we believe in God
Consternation is not going to kill me
I guess I saw it coming
O, my collection of gems of many facets
Blundering blindly safe to your side and then I confide
As she rubs her neck right over my router and I simply obsess in it
For a few pints in me at first rather bleak in early October relevant
Under one more circumstance and she says, "Let's dance!"
Twelve quids worth meeting butterflies to ease
My bad as one to get out of the hip with Joseph the joiner
I will negotiate and just enjoy my tree lights early this year......
Blues At Hand (Peace With Him)
10-6-18
Blues at hand
Much sense relevant for good clean fun
Choose to understand are we to believe as fools do
As one that kindles a fire I saw no trouble in spilling the beans way on down the line
For all fire kindled destroy them not
For there is no death in the pot
O, behold this is His will to peace out to the Allman Brothers
As to banter guidance and error lowdown dirty and mean
As it well nigh consumes me in that thy ways are just God
Giving us as much as we can handle
As to profit something
As it is of the flesh to say "Mine, all mine"
As to roll the dice not always nice
And so tomorrow I rejoice over eleven revolutions......
buttercooler
Buttercooler
10-8-18
Chorus existential
I won't doubt you now given the strength and the know how
Dedalus has it and all I know to say is "Wow!"
Muskperfumed turn it up just a tad
Nine o clock isn't so bad as it is noised abroad
In the Son of God from the higher Barbicans floated and thriving
Have you the key?
"Sorrows!", so says he
Time to get back to religion
On another journey of apostasy
Vanity all seems to be insanity in saying it's all about me
As one to drink it black
You said it for alcohol
My bad, I mention it all for the lemon in the locker
Let's move on from here
By Jove it is for my taboo
It's not all about me
It's hard when they are connected
And the ego is brittle
O, can folly save us?
Brain Cells Dying (Cheer Up Man!)
10-4-18
Just killed a thousand more brain cells
Living the challenges of every day
More than fair
God have it to be a good one
For those that fight back
"Stand your ground", she says into the jug rich white
Don't make me go over there again
Filit et spidluus sancty
Just killed a hundred in the memory of six million more
Just a nervous habit
O, can you recall the day you lost it at the mall
In the days when it still mattered
I count it but dung through the ass of the dish
Picking on James Joyce today to make another with time enough
For taking the loin
Keep us updated in God's likeness
A serpent's prey
Soon going grey.....
More Guff (Enough)
10-6-18
I count it but dung in songs yet unsung
"Mind this!", so says mind itself and I can't take it back
Telling it's grand larceny
Expect mercy and know Murphy's Law out of the window in God's likeness
Like the serpent's prey, resume Gaelic on you sure we ought to feeding my zedonk
With wonderful entirety and purposes in continuity crouching by a patient cow
In a book not to be doubted
Our swim first setting it into motion
Now that I feel stronger in that love is everywhere
Within the confounds of a mind yet unresponsive
Heart of my heart
Were it more?
We owe sixpence and I'm not going to starve
Seriously story far from phony....
Fifty-Five Reasons
10-8-18
We too are believers far from the being of deceivers
Grand is no name for it
Just one thing left to do in returning to my own vomit
As bards must junk and junket as some might say
"This is my last go around"
Heart of heart
Were it more?
Where nothing matters save my well being
Though we may not perceive it knowing not better to just leave it
Inquiring blandly to handle it grandly as more would be laid at my feet
As ours is the Omphalos
O, what is your idea of Tennessee Williams
Not just another cat on the roof
I take her in and cherish her for the peak of all primrose lifejackets
I think I said enough but I still have more of the good stuff
It is a miracle to be by God revitalized
By God I must add.....
10-8-18
Chorus existential
I won't doubt you now given the strength and the know how
Dedalus has it and all I know to say is "Wow!"
Muskperfumed turn it up just a tad
Nine o clock isn't so bad as it is noised abroad
In the Son of God from the higher Barbicans floated and thriving
Have you the key?
"Sorrows!", so says he
Time to get back to religion
On another journey of apostasy
Vanity all seems to be insanity in saying it's all about me
As one to drink it black
You said it for alcohol
My bad, I mention it all for the lemon in the locker
Let's move on from here
By Jove it is for my taboo
It's not all about me
It's hard when they are connected
And the ego is brittle
O, can folly save us?
Brain Cells Dying (Cheer Up Man!)
10-4-18
Just killed a thousand more brain cells
Living the challenges of every day
More than fair
God have it to be a good one
For those that fight back
"Stand your ground", she says into the jug rich white
Don't make me go over there again
Filit et spidluus sancty
Just killed a hundred in the memory of six million more
Just a nervous habit
O, can you recall the day you lost it at the mall
In the days when it still mattered
I count it but dung through the ass of the dish
Picking on James Joyce today to make another with time enough
For taking the loin
Keep us updated in God's likeness
A serpent's prey
Soon going grey.....
More Guff (Enough)
10-6-18
I count it but dung in songs yet unsung
"Mind this!", so says mind itself and I can't take it back
Telling it's grand larceny
Expect mercy and know Murphy's Law out of the window in God's likeness
Like the serpent's prey, resume Gaelic on you sure we ought to feeding my zedonk
With wonderful entirety and purposes in continuity crouching by a patient cow
In a book not to be doubted
Our swim first setting it into motion
Now that I feel stronger in that love is everywhere
Within the confounds of a mind yet unresponsive
Heart of my heart
Were it more?
We owe sixpence and I'm not going to starve
Seriously story far from phony....
Fifty-Five Reasons
10-8-18
We too are believers far from the being of deceivers
Grand is no name for it
Just one thing left to do in returning to my own vomit
As bards must junk and junket as some might say
"This is my last go around"
Heart of heart
Were it more?
Where nothing matters save my well being
Though we may not perceive it knowing not better to just leave it
Inquiring blandly to handle it grandly as more would be laid at my feet
As ours is the Omphalos
O, what is your idea of Tennessee Williams
Not just another cat on the roof
I take her in and cherish her for the peak of all primrose lifejackets
I think I said enough but I still have more of the good stuff
It is a miracle to be by God revitalized
By God I must add.....
Dysrhythmia
Justin Rhyme (Dysrhrythmia)
10-6-18
Food bank
Only solution with a God to thank
Even for its pollution
As moving into a foreground
Remembering who I am all in Dysthythmia
In our abnormalities in fantasy
Lady we can make it work out
Where I try to wipe the sand from my cat's left eye
But such is not natural
Hang in there thirty more minutes and come to see ones methadrone
All for Retsina and pine resin
No one is to blame not even God himself
By way of encephalograph
A matter of survival
Stay put my own main man
For synthetic narcissus going by the goal
To do what you hear and read of the peace
In law of liberty pure religion undefiled
Continuing therein
I caught it just in time
In all Justin rhyme....
Maquilladora
10-6-18
Food bank, only solution to this enigma
All for a conversation and its lecture
Hanging in there for the final verdict where pure religion is undefiled
For the Father in this on one way to an exclusive peace there is in lacking
As to be unspotted from the world where no one is to blame
And things just happen to the best of us
All for canned goods if such a place is even open
All for Maquilladora
FM radio noisier for spiraling and more guff
I've had enough
Do not the rich oppress you?
Back in fantasy land
God see me through in FM radio
Right on target.....
Kinch Ahoy!
10-6-18
Expect God's mercy in Bildungsroman wanting to leave religion alone
For a little while and break out James Joyce as moving into the foreground
In Simonides going on all of the rides
As to fulfill the royal law
It's my cross to bear as to honor slain warriors
Speak ye and do so as they that shall be judged
As to encompass much needed peace of mind
What doth it profit
O, kind dreamer never mind the schemer in all determination
And a safe bet like a chafe outlet
God have mercy!
O, can faith save me
Yea and nay
Along the narrow way
Kinch Ahoy!
Talks At Noon
10-6-18
God give me a hint of the how
And never mind the why as to be bathed in sound
All for waves and waves of peacefulness where the jackhammer is as percussion
And it's open for discussion
Not knowing the half of it
Taking up Gerald Green as one to reshuffle ones priorities
I couldn't explain it with words
O, can faith save us
I waste no time in saying such
O, ghoul eater of carcasses come the chronicle
Of monstrous deeds and talks at noon
Drinking on coronation day
I know what I need to do on the parapet gloomy domed
Have you the key?
O, saga of fire....
10-6-18
Food bank
Only solution with a God to thank
Even for its pollution
As moving into a foreground
Remembering who I am all in Dysthythmia
In our abnormalities in fantasy
Lady we can make it work out
Where I try to wipe the sand from my cat's left eye
But such is not natural
Hang in there thirty more minutes and come to see ones methadrone
All for Retsina and pine resin
No one is to blame not even God himself
By way of encephalograph
A matter of survival
Stay put my own main man
For synthetic narcissus going by the goal
To do what you hear and read of the peace
In law of liberty pure religion undefiled
Continuing therein
I caught it just in time
In all Justin rhyme....
Maquilladora
10-6-18
Food bank, only solution to this enigma
All for a conversation and its lecture
Hanging in there for the final verdict where pure religion is undefiled
For the Father in this on one way to an exclusive peace there is in lacking
As to be unspotted from the world where no one is to blame
And things just happen to the best of us
All for canned goods if such a place is even open
All for Maquilladora
FM radio noisier for spiraling and more guff
I've had enough
Do not the rich oppress you?
Back in fantasy land
God see me through in FM radio
Right on target.....
Kinch Ahoy!
10-6-18
Expect God's mercy in Bildungsroman wanting to leave religion alone
For a little while and break out James Joyce as moving into the foreground
In Simonides going on all of the rides
As to fulfill the royal law
It's my cross to bear as to honor slain warriors
Speak ye and do so as they that shall be judged
As to encompass much needed peace of mind
What doth it profit
O, kind dreamer never mind the schemer in all determination
And a safe bet like a chafe outlet
God have mercy!
O, can faith save me
Yea and nay
Along the narrow way
Kinch Ahoy!
Talks At Noon
10-6-18
God give me a hint of the how
And never mind the why as to be bathed in sound
All for waves and waves of peacefulness where the jackhammer is as percussion
And it's open for discussion
Not knowing the half of it
Taking up Gerald Green as one to reshuffle ones priorities
I couldn't explain it with words
O, can faith save us
I waste no time in saying such
O, ghoul eater of carcasses come the chronicle
Of monstrous deeds and talks at noon
Drinking on coronation day
I know what I need to do on the parapet gloomy domed
Have you the key?
O, saga of fire....
Monday, December 24, 2018
Skidoo
Skidoo (Weeding It Out)
10-6-18
Remembering who I am over potatoes and ham
But having no place to keep it cold and fresh
All along the narrow way
All I can do is pray for Afghanastan around the next bend
As to weed out and as to tend
O, love foreign soil along the way
Have a good weekend he says
But what good am I for southern rock blues
And dollars in the sky as we still but deceive ourselves
Saying it's alright when it's all wrong
And we can't do enough
O, do the work and not just read it
As to knead it and roll on across the Jordan waters part
To take sides with the dead man's gold
As borrowed retained principles
Where ministries unfold
O, just listen.....
10-6-18
Remembering who I am over potatoes and ham
But having no place to keep it cold and fresh
All along the narrow way
All I can do is pray for Afghanastan around the next bend
As to weed out and as to tend
O, love foreign soil along the way
Have a good weekend he says
But what good am I for southern rock blues
And dollars in the sky as we still but deceive ourselves
Saying it's alright when it's all wrong
And we can't do enough
O, do the work and not just read it
As to knead it and roll on across the Jordan waters part
To take sides with the dead man's gold
As borrowed retained principles
Where ministries unfold
O, just listen.....
wearing it
Wearing It Upon Its Face
10-6-18
Of what African baluster sound to retain moving it into the foreground
I give you my love of repartee swift and witty as to ante up in our own kitty
In filthiness and superfluity of Matzoh and our skidoo to do the work
And not just hear it as research indicates seven things that God hates
O, remember just who you are and surrender to it
Where a new world opens up from skeleton branches of our young dogwood
I'm out for another when I ought to conceive and it's in the air
And I'm the one that has to live with it
In Matzoh of Skidoo
I would if I were you
Yes, the gospel
Joyful sound.....
Matzoh
10-6-18
To all men tongues and Mertons be pews
Take this on our vacations
I spill my secret and scatter my seed as messengers proclaim anew
And I would if I were you
By the core of sculptural representation produced in Greece
We cay out love where there is no peace
O, what will be found but desiring food
All for Proverbs near retirement
And nigh cherishing
Remember who you are
All for out Matzoh
As to herald ones natural face
Back out in the cold to pray for brother Rayce
Adapted by Richards as the keys are ours
And in music steering clear eventually
As in power it would be a flower to touch and see.....
10-6-18
Of what African baluster sound to retain moving it into the foreground
I give you my love of repartee swift and witty as to ante up in our own kitty
In filthiness and superfluity of Matzoh and our skidoo to do the work
And not just hear it as research indicates seven things that God hates
O, remember just who you are and surrender to it
Where a new world opens up from skeleton branches of our young dogwood
I'm out for another when I ought to conceive and it's in the air
And I'm the one that has to live with it
In Matzoh of Skidoo
I would if I were you
Yes, the gospel
Joyful sound.....
Matzoh
10-6-18
To all men tongues and Mertons be pews
Take this on our vacations
I spill my secret and scatter my seed as messengers proclaim anew
And I would if I were you
By the core of sculptural representation produced in Greece
We cay out love where there is no peace
O, what will be found but desiring food
All for Proverbs near retirement
And nigh cherishing
Remember who you are
All for out Matzoh
As to herald ones natural face
Back out in the cold to pray for brother Rayce
Adapted by Richards as the keys are ours
And in music steering clear eventually
As in power it would be a flower to touch and see.....
begin
I Begin Again
10-6-18
O, cant of the recounted without the apostrophe
In all catastrophe with my back up against the wall
A marvel of shivering and trying a novel of smithery and triumph
A novel of consuming passions as we drink and eat in all desperate defeat
Wipe your tears from your eyes one day to receive a crown of life
No more to deceive going down in strife
As kind words create wealth in the heart of our health
To make a new start as blessed is the man whom survives himself
As to be continually bathed in coffee ground
As I would really like to keep her around
Tender when drawn away no more exempted
As I've gone astray world of white soon underway
For a crown garnished black and white
It is still a beautiful night
To capture the little sounds of life....
Variableness
10-6-18
Moving into foreground background music of the spheres
Piping in good sound to ease my lingering and wandering
Fears all for the airplane engine
I bring it for you and sing it
But not to abhor you
Do not err my beloved as we wear it on our sleeves
As to now drink cold water from my sink just to think
As to be a kind of firstfruits as the thirst shifts
Clad in my world roots soon out for another
As so I pray for Mother
Not to worry and that today
I won't be in a hurry as a firstfruit of His creativity
I still ramble as such doth make me over
As to flip a switch
Surveying another well written Holocaust in that I can say that I know sin
But I know that I'm not lost....
Prattle
10-6-18
In a saga of fire like sadness beyond tears
Like madness beyond ones fears
Never as a dull moment out on the east side
Despite His chronicle of monstrous doers unparalleled
With the will to live as we have survived of His own will
Began He us red on Baals where we choose to take the bus
In unsettled lives I get a B minus Plus
For birds and omens in early October
I did what I could and still don't have the answer
As lust has conceived live or bust
As one deceived do not err
My believer drawn away and enticed
By politics and this initial but that's something
As one to prattle and prate
Across the stark forest nothing to hate....
10-6-18
O, cant of the recounted without the apostrophe
In all catastrophe with my back up against the wall
A marvel of shivering and trying a novel of smithery and triumph
A novel of consuming passions as we drink and eat in all desperate defeat
Wipe your tears from your eyes one day to receive a crown of life
No more to deceive going down in strife
As kind words create wealth in the heart of our health
To make a new start as blessed is the man whom survives himself
As to be continually bathed in coffee ground
As I would really like to keep her around
Tender when drawn away no more exempted
As I've gone astray world of white soon underway
For a crown garnished black and white
It is still a beautiful night
To capture the little sounds of life....
Variableness
10-6-18
Moving into foreground background music of the spheres
Piping in good sound to ease my lingering and wandering
Fears all for the airplane engine
I bring it for you and sing it
But not to abhor you
Do not err my beloved as we wear it on our sleeves
As to now drink cold water from my sink just to think
As to be a kind of firstfruits as the thirst shifts
Clad in my world roots soon out for another
As so I pray for Mother
Not to worry and that today
I won't be in a hurry as a firstfruit of His creativity
I still ramble as such doth make me over
As to flip a switch
Surveying another well written Holocaust in that I can say that I know sin
But I know that I'm not lost....
Prattle
10-6-18
In a saga of fire like sadness beyond tears
Like madness beyond ones fears
Never as a dull moment out on the east side
Despite His chronicle of monstrous doers unparalleled
With the will to live as we have survived of His own will
Began He us red on Baals where we choose to take the bus
In unsettled lives I get a B minus Plus
For birds and omens in early October
I did what I could and still don't have the answer
As lust has conceived live or bust
As one deceived do not err
My believer drawn away and enticed
By politics and this initial but that's something
As one to prattle and prate
Across the stark forest nothing to hate....
rendezvous
Rendezvous
10-5-18
Only on the inspired accord do we receive this and that amount
On ones Oneonya Star in the path we see their tears
For newsday doors ajar and windows in all that is suspenseful
In superb reads to fill the bibliophile's needs
Like shakes in this grinder learning to be ones own day tripper
Not for the fruit of heart always one more never satisfied
Intolerant and archotypal all for our rendezvous
To Hawith and Hector with love all thanks be but due in the firmament above
You shall receive power
It is not for you to know the times or seasons
Hence the Apostle's iniquity....
Forty Days Risen
10-5-18
As to believe it over and over again
In that sometimes God says wait in our Murial Gray
Readers are doing more than okay in a genre label of Vocal
Among the loco of the local
A maker of time back at the Canadian Pacific
Keeping it at bay by many infallible proofs sleep not now
And write on as to be the witness to these miracles forty days risen
Of out mast mizzen hence the Apostles' iniquity like a sign on the freeway
I pray that the money comes in today as to obtain a part of the ministry
I want you here with me under these two advents and many other dispensations
For time standing still as witnessed in Jerusalem Matthias is chosen
On our Sabbath day's journey into town.....
Proposing Two
10-5-18
Jesus take care of me today
And have me to return to my foretaste of heaven
On Sunday serendipitous by cultural norms by daybreak the earth warms
Greeting divine wisdom in its nature but still I do but partake
Forgive me, O my belly
As the stark let another take its office
As you purchase a new computer screen and at last I can get on with it all
For post-resurrection observances
That you are not as such rebuked serendipitous
We did not sculpt our own face that shines His light
Nothing you can do to add to it
All for the foreview of heaven of schools old and new
Pray to know that it is true...
Catch Up With Jesus
10-5-18
And there are sorrier stories as such
That can be told in those that serenade
Speaking on a theme that is timeless
Serendipitous O, the scenery saluting this saving grace
It is not for you to know the times and seasons
Now that you are in the Word for another literary adventure in the books
Having accompanied us not just for good looks
Yea, we dream but not to want the ice cream with double chin and many wrinkles
Serendipitous seeing Suzi and nothing more to subtract
O, call it a stalemate sorry to say under the sixth dispensation world tour
The simple way beginning from the Baptism of John
And the Spirit sent from heaven all for the Ghost in gladness
It's later than you think.....
Musick Just For You
10-5-18
As eternally expressing itself in the you today that is new
Going in and out among us all with one accord in one place
Where one would never get bored with God's grace
As if ears are giant laser discs
Listen up three-sixty falling headlong to burst open
And have breakfast for a change for Akel Rama as a witness with us
Judas my transgression fell for the musick played just for you
And the remnant of the crickets
O, who the man and when, the ray
This is all I wrote on a gloomy day in early October
But at least I have my Christmas tree up
As to be running from Pentacost to the conversion of Saul....
10-5-18
Only on the inspired accord do we receive this and that amount
On ones Oneonya Star in the path we see their tears
For newsday doors ajar and windows in all that is suspenseful
In superb reads to fill the bibliophile's needs
Like shakes in this grinder learning to be ones own day tripper
Not for the fruit of heart always one more never satisfied
Intolerant and archotypal all for our rendezvous
To Hawith and Hector with love all thanks be but due in the firmament above
You shall receive power
It is not for you to know the times or seasons
Hence the Apostle's iniquity....
Forty Days Risen
10-5-18
As to believe it over and over again
In that sometimes God says wait in our Murial Gray
Readers are doing more than okay in a genre label of Vocal
Among the loco of the local
A maker of time back at the Canadian Pacific
Keeping it at bay by many infallible proofs sleep not now
And write on as to be the witness to these miracles forty days risen
Of out mast mizzen hence the Apostles' iniquity like a sign on the freeway
I pray that the money comes in today as to obtain a part of the ministry
I want you here with me under these two advents and many other dispensations
For time standing still as witnessed in Jerusalem Matthias is chosen
On our Sabbath day's journey into town.....
Proposing Two
10-5-18
Jesus take care of me today
And have me to return to my foretaste of heaven
On Sunday serendipitous by cultural norms by daybreak the earth warms
Greeting divine wisdom in its nature but still I do but partake
Forgive me, O my belly
As the stark let another take its office
As you purchase a new computer screen and at last I can get on with it all
For post-resurrection observances
That you are not as such rebuked serendipitous
We did not sculpt our own face that shines His light
Nothing you can do to add to it
All for the foreview of heaven of schools old and new
Pray to know that it is true...
Catch Up With Jesus
10-5-18
And there are sorrier stories as such
That can be told in those that serenade
Speaking on a theme that is timeless
Serendipitous O, the scenery saluting this saving grace
It is not for you to know the times and seasons
Now that you are in the Word for another literary adventure in the books
Having accompanied us not just for good looks
Yea, we dream but not to want the ice cream with double chin and many wrinkles
Serendipitous seeing Suzi and nothing more to subtract
O, call it a stalemate sorry to say under the sixth dispensation world tour
The simple way beginning from the Baptism of John
And the Spirit sent from heaven all for the Ghost in gladness
It's later than you think.....
Musick Just For You
10-5-18
As eternally expressing itself in the you today that is new
Going in and out among us all with one accord in one place
Where one would never get bored with God's grace
As if ears are giant laser discs
Listen up three-sixty falling headlong to burst open
And have breakfast for a change for Akel Rama as a witness with us
Judas my transgression fell for the musick played just for you
And the remnant of the crickets
O, who the man and when, the ray
This is all I wrote on a gloomy day in early October
But at least I have my Christmas tree up
As to be running from Pentacost to the conversion of Saul....
advantage
Advantage (To Be Continued)
10-5-18
O, the Phoenix in our stable
Turn the music up lounder and be my joy cocked and bound
And darker love and wonderful days with you
All in Jane Achen without you for excitement and adventure
where Jesus will mind it for our singers warbles as astronomy for you
Thinking squarely in this resistance where enthusiasts exaggerate knowing the readiness
Of the latter of the law as Aril is in Caesarea as to me sent done up just for my favorite things
As the theme of first century missions
Through the gaping wound removing us by sisters swollen
From another excavation into a doorway of the highway by ministry and martyrdom
Of madness for Jesus is the Lord and Christ.....
Sent To Rome (As Generation Pass)
10-5-18
First century missions written by the author of the third gospel
For council at Jerusalem in Ken Follett and his Jackdaws
Beneath the desert sky I dream beneath you as Flick survives
In that life is a business as rivers run and soon run dry
In need of new dreams of putting on the play I have written
As my old cat still thinks she's a kitten
As three more generations pass away
And soon the morning frost acts for putting the grass away
Grinding us to powder all for our clam chowder for Jerusalem
Rome and back here again
God bless today all carousals
Been there in faith and vanity among earth and her pillars
Where poets and thieves are killers.....
On The Way To Rome
10-5-18
All for the firezone of a childhood video game
I remember it all too clearly
O, how I wanted to win
If I would that He remain as to obtain spoil and gain
For our Orlando Senital as the stars fall from the sky
Most assuredly I say unto you
O, if you love me salute my moon that has turned red
If you love me tend to my lambs
If I will that you abide back in Caesarea on my way into Rome
In our king sized tale greusomely memorable
Wanting to believe in limbs of luxury as to rupture
As to tend as to raise our shields and defend
As we instinctively claim to know ourselves well yet cannot discern
The thoughts in heaven and in hell where all will be well.....
10-5-18
O, the Phoenix in our stable
Turn the music up lounder and be my joy cocked and bound
And darker love and wonderful days with you
All in Jane Achen without you for excitement and adventure
where Jesus will mind it for our singers warbles as astronomy for you
Thinking squarely in this resistance where enthusiasts exaggerate knowing the readiness
Of the latter of the law as Aril is in Caesarea as to me sent done up just for my favorite things
As the theme of first century missions
Through the gaping wound removing us by sisters swollen
From another excavation into a doorway of the highway by ministry and martyrdom
Of madness for Jesus is the Lord and Christ.....
Sent To Rome (As Generation Pass)
10-5-18
First century missions written by the author of the third gospel
For council at Jerusalem in Ken Follett and his Jackdaws
Beneath the desert sky I dream beneath you as Flick survives
In that life is a business as rivers run and soon run dry
In need of new dreams of putting on the play I have written
As my old cat still thinks she's a kitten
As three more generations pass away
And soon the morning frost acts for putting the grass away
Grinding us to powder all for our clam chowder for Jerusalem
Rome and back here again
God bless today all carousals
Been there in faith and vanity among earth and her pillars
Where poets and thieves are killers.....
On The Way To Rome
10-5-18
All for the firezone of a childhood video game
I remember it all too clearly
O, how I wanted to win
If I would that He remain as to obtain spoil and gain
For our Orlando Senital as the stars fall from the sky
Most assuredly I say unto you
O, if you love me salute my moon that has turned red
If you love me tend to my lambs
If I will that you abide back in Caesarea on my way into Rome
In our king sized tale greusomely memorable
Wanting to believe in limbs of luxury as to rupture
As to tend as to raise our shields and defend
As we instinctively claim to know ourselves well yet cannot discern
The thoughts in heaven and in hell where all will be well.....
Saturday, December 22, 2018
lodge
Hodge Lodge
10-5-18
Beg, borrow and steal
Nutmeg and sorrow in what I feel
On the other side of the inlet
Dry by mast of mizzen as Christ should have risen
On the platitude of our Winchel Sea in memories of Mama Mia
None envious still, the look of the day
No sandwich without representation be not angular
Jesus will take care of you
Down with Geeble the Tyrant all for the road of you
Observing another frontispiece let not the salt lose its savor
Do they tell us where they kid the press
As cast out are prophets and saints
All for pens, brushes and ink and paints
Blown by the wind in midget Hodge
A place to lodge.....
10-5-18
Beg, borrow and steal
Nutmeg and sorrow in what I feel
On the other side of the inlet
Dry by mast of mizzen as Christ should have risen
On the platitude of our Winchel Sea in memories of Mama Mia
None envious still, the look of the day
No sandwich without representation be not angular
Jesus will take care of you
Down with Geeble the Tyrant all for the road of you
Observing another frontispiece let not the salt lose its savor
Do they tell us where they kid the press
As cast out are prophets and saints
All for pens, brushes and ink and paints
Blown by the wind in midget Hodge
A place to lodge.....
click
Click Talks
10-4-18
In click click talks of saliva doing most of the work
I bid you for the what if
As for you and all the love to see us through
Written out with sections for when we're without love
Today you bet your life and give the Saints another chance
Taking up Rob Kern as one lean and quite mean
Roaring along with good characters as tears cry in your eyes
For the dollours of dark humor
Call it not a tumor conceding to manner of the Jews
As the moon is young as to spread the good news
Save it be as they are taught to crave the Me for whom I've fought
As the glory speaks to earth again just to pay my debts
None could stay His hand and none could stand
Happier than ever before.....
Of Thee I Sing
10-4-18
In morning mists of our romantics
All is well with heart and soul
And of Thee I sing and of me I write
Sometime today by the mission of prophets
They throw me for another loop
Like a group for turtle soup
For the labor diligently to come up with the topic of discussion
As to be laid in ones sepulchre behold He is crucified afresh
God have me to be a blessing for the space of three more hours
I make my preparations for my speeches
Tracking in autumn leaves for Judas flowering and drawn
For adventure in Cantland
Pour me a drink of something wholesome in Aiken Hedge
Remember mercy
As truth bursts forth with radient light
Forget not Grace....
Somebody Knock Me Out
10-4-18
Let's take today as it comes
O, flame shouting
Hosanna somebody knock me out
As had but adapted majestically
Good just to be alive
O, in the heavens what is witnessed
But one more visit of those not departed
Call it autumn care and compassion for all Laudanim
Her Doctor Flinn
"Sleep well"was what I wanted to hear
But she said take care
Mercy if we survive tomorrow
Not quite as bad as what I have seen in Hart's room
Mixing it up and three wounds of solid posting what I mean to share
Busy with medicine for strangers in company for our rebel Heiress
Hello my friend back for Savannah
My darling, watch the wall.....
10-4-18
In click click talks of saliva doing most of the work
I bid you for the what if
As for you and all the love to see us through
Written out with sections for when we're without love
Today you bet your life and give the Saints another chance
Taking up Rob Kern as one lean and quite mean
Roaring along with good characters as tears cry in your eyes
For the dollours of dark humor
Call it not a tumor conceding to manner of the Jews
As the moon is young as to spread the good news
Save it be as they are taught to crave the Me for whom I've fought
As the glory speaks to earth again just to pay my debts
None could stay His hand and none could stand
Happier than ever before.....
Of Thee I Sing
10-4-18
In morning mists of our romantics
All is well with heart and soul
And of Thee I sing and of me I write
Sometime today by the mission of prophets
They throw me for another loop
Like a group for turtle soup
For the labor diligently to come up with the topic of discussion
As to be laid in ones sepulchre behold He is crucified afresh
God have me to be a blessing for the space of three more hours
I make my preparations for my speeches
Tracking in autumn leaves for Judas flowering and drawn
For adventure in Cantland
Pour me a drink of something wholesome in Aiken Hedge
Remember mercy
As truth bursts forth with radient light
Forget not Grace....
Somebody Knock Me Out
10-4-18
Let's take today as it comes
O, flame shouting
Hosanna somebody knock me out
As had but adapted majestically
Good just to be alive
O, in the heavens what is witnessed
But one more visit of those not departed
Call it autumn care and compassion for all Laudanim
Her Doctor Flinn
"Sleep well"was what I wanted to hear
But she said take care
Mercy if we survive tomorrow
Not quite as bad as what I have seen in Hart's room
Mixing it up and three wounds of solid posting what I mean to share
Busy with medicine for strangers in company for our rebel Heiress
Hello my friend back for Savannah
My darling, watch the wall.....
delight
Delighteth
10-4-18
As your taste thrills
Not to go to waste in what it kills
Among leanness of this resistance circuit music not to wait
Like bubbling champagne as to make it our possession for the bittern firstling
The training course with flick for all to the kings of nations
Yea, everyone will rule all for the old school
Brought new by the sides of the pit
Black belted and then on the morrow on top of the world
Playing scenes all not defeated
Howl, O gate
Cry, O city
Look how far we've come
Scattered and scourged in Follett attracting our chateaus
As to regroup until the night became a brand new day
By flood plans courageous and charitable
Try something new today and just do it!
Yea and my soul delighteth......
Delighteth (Part 2)
10-4-18
Small words big and vice versa to give ourselves to Thee
And make us see only human for our doings of abomination
Time to take that dip again where preachers call it the devil
Yet practitioners say it is the mind
But who really knows just how it goes
When blessed right down to my toes
Where we can't tell our gums to heal
But at least we can but believe in Baltimore
In Frederick and in Charolette singing and swaying
Our celebration of uncommon courage and unlikely heroes
Music everywhere out from Jerusalem
With my sole flame in God given another name
As mine eyes had beheld peaceful melodies
In strange ways of dedicating our senses with one another
For a face without a name
Yea and my soul delighteth....
10-4-18
As your taste thrills
Not to go to waste in what it kills
Among leanness of this resistance circuit music not to wait
Like bubbling champagne as to make it our possession for the bittern firstling
The training course with flick for all to the kings of nations
Yea, everyone will rule all for the old school
Brought new by the sides of the pit
Black belted and then on the morrow on top of the world
Playing scenes all not defeated
Howl, O gate
Cry, O city
Look how far we've come
Scattered and scourged in Follett attracting our chateaus
As to regroup until the night became a brand new day
By flood plans courageous and charitable
Try something new today and just do it!
Yea and my soul delighteth......
Delighteth (Part 2)
10-4-18
Small words big and vice versa to give ourselves to Thee
And make us see only human for our doings of abomination
Time to take that dip again where preachers call it the devil
Yet practitioners say it is the mind
But who really knows just how it goes
When blessed right down to my toes
Where we can't tell our gums to heal
But at least we can but believe in Baltimore
In Frederick and in Charolette singing and swaying
Our celebration of uncommon courage and unlikely heroes
Music everywhere out from Jerusalem
With my sole flame in God given another name
As mine eyes had beheld peaceful melodies
In strange ways of dedicating our senses with one another
For a face without a name
Yea and my soul delighteth....
Friday, December 21, 2018
breakfast
Breakfast Revisited
10-4-18
Eating breakfast for a change of pace
Right next to God's grace back in Italy and to Portugal returning
She's still learning indicating Esau for Belgium burning
Out for a fix but O, what do I really repair
In such an act as this
Back up at seven thirty where it doesn't need to get dirty
Now it's gone, gone and going for the good in our God
In a love we don't find every day as Dogen still writes
Our Buddhist teachings as faith comes not by signs
O, praise the worst in this old world made new
As believing these feeling tones of expedience
For air fresh and sweet
Look at those stars rambling
Raised to dwell with the redeemed
Room enough for two.....
Have The Part (Counting Full)
10-4-18
As darkness beats the light of day
I made myself mad as counting full our young ones as rebellious fear
And treble as to reassemble thinking that it's already established
In that I need not do anything in particular today but just this
Without engaging gladness and bliss of sparkling doves dear
What I say O, know the whirlwind in that all have sinned as to make me over
And become again the rover
Nothing on tap today save just this
As lions follow those that believe as well as for the whore monger
And the sins that make one stronger
Not by way of command as she still kicks up her sand
To gradually impart and accentuate the positive unto our apostles
Upon the mount as to grow stronger
Deeper and higher in no such liar as to have part.....
On Second Nephi 24:21
10-4-18
Mountain high and river deep
Tell another lie but by no means go back to sleep
As to intuitively know as to but flourish
You grow as to fool your heartbeat as you lie next to me serendipitous intersections
Of current cultural norms
I love you, it's true forever upon appreciation
I will ascend above two heights bright and early
As I exit nights for a role in French Manhattan
Where it's all worth a shot in my yesterdays of murmuring about the hot
All for physical characteristics more at the door
Glorying in plainness no haste required
Nothing one could do to add to it
Preparing slaughter.....
10-4-18
Eating breakfast for a change of pace
Right next to God's grace back in Italy and to Portugal returning
She's still learning indicating Esau for Belgium burning
Out for a fix but O, what do I really repair
In such an act as this
Back up at seven thirty where it doesn't need to get dirty
Now it's gone, gone and going for the good in our God
In a love we don't find every day as Dogen still writes
Our Buddhist teachings as faith comes not by signs
O, praise the worst in this old world made new
As believing these feeling tones of expedience
For air fresh and sweet
Look at those stars rambling
Raised to dwell with the redeemed
Room enough for two.....
Have The Part (Counting Full)
10-4-18
As darkness beats the light of day
I made myself mad as counting full our young ones as rebellious fear
And treble as to reassemble thinking that it's already established
In that I need not do anything in particular today but just this
Without engaging gladness and bliss of sparkling doves dear
What I say O, know the whirlwind in that all have sinned as to make me over
And become again the rover
Nothing on tap today save just this
As lions follow those that believe as well as for the whore monger
And the sins that make one stronger
Not by way of command as she still kicks up her sand
To gradually impart and accentuate the positive unto our apostles
Upon the mount as to grow stronger
Deeper and higher in no such liar as to have part.....
On Second Nephi 24:21
10-4-18
Mountain high and river deep
Tell another lie but by no means go back to sleep
As to intuitively know as to but flourish
You grow as to fool your heartbeat as you lie next to me serendipitous intersections
Of current cultural norms
I love you, it's true forever upon appreciation
I will ascend above two heights bright and early
As I exit nights for a role in French Manhattan
Where it's all worth a shot in my yesterdays of murmuring about the hot
All for physical characteristics more at the door
Glorying in plainness no haste required
Nothing one could do to add to it
Preparing slaughter.....
mesa
Green Mesa Village
10-4-18
Waking up at two to the sound of my own cat's vomit
As one soon to greet Cupid and Comet
O, what a wonderful night it has been all when it all comes down to crime
And sit knowing that kind speech that arises not just for praising by merit
As to fit all sizes as for the land to inherit
As writing about it for a book has been my great pleasure
All for time, talent and treasure and for Jackdaws
Good in Big Mac snarls of green mesa plowing into our village
Against another cool breeze all before it could freeze
All for my unselfconscious beauty
As to write thee out my morning
As poets buy into it
Given so much more to hold onto.....
Translation Expedient (Main Ingredient)
10-4-18
As to linger in no more doubt
As to lose myself as to put a finger on what it's all about
Nigh to bruise my bookshelf all for flying formless by hovering stays I have enjoyed
As to have it restored as its own remedy as later on
I translate my own drama tantalizing myself in forgoing the cigarette
But not for long upon our changed outlet of the sweet tortoise shell of white rib
And for days hanging on to my pen and sole beliefs of God and Santa Clause
As the lights go down on the red hills
As to install it's pronouncement
And later on translate this Egyptian
As to part our waters in ribbons and in bows
All for sons and daughters good gifts.....
All For Camps In Germany
10-4-18
When thou take up the pen
Just write in sad eyes of things a mile wide
And straight plus signs and matter of incongruity
To the people this message in need of more rest so I can hold my pen steady
No regrets so says my mask man's tattoo
As she stands in a naked flame
I mingle with the sons of Cain as to site our Gestapo
All for this resistance of something wicked in her sandbox
Of course I still love her and a lot more besides I'm still calling out
Finishing the training course with our flick as the devil says
It's called a toothpick in sevillians surveying as impish familiars
One word prophet by another for we have of it introspection......
In The Legs Of Leisure
10-4-18
What can be gained by singing along
But the practice perfected in plainness
O, what it isn't to not forge as to press onward
With all that I know as to be supplied by those prudent
And see that no one gets hurt as cleaners start their work on the day shift
In wrought-iron gates all for loves and hates in Antoinette by the sketch shoes to entangle
As to finish the training course to witness another beautiful decrescendo
O, great valley what do you get if I cross
Seeing its similarities
As one to show them who's boss
Wanting to believe in legs of leisure
Always an appendix faster in the howling wind
Like nails in the night.....
10-4-18
Waking up at two to the sound of my own cat's vomit
As one soon to greet Cupid and Comet
O, what a wonderful night it has been all when it all comes down to crime
And sit knowing that kind speech that arises not just for praising by merit
As to fit all sizes as for the land to inherit
As writing about it for a book has been my great pleasure
All for time, talent and treasure and for Jackdaws
Good in Big Mac snarls of green mesa plowing into our village
Against another cool breeze all before it could freeze
All for my unselfconscious beauty
As to write thee out my morning
As poets buy into it
Given so much more to hold onto.....
Translation Expedient (Main Ingredient)
10-4-18
As to linger in no more doubt
As to lose myself as to put a finger on what it's all about
Nigh to bruise my bookshelf all for flying formless by hovering stays I have enjoyed
As to have it restored as its own remedy as later on
I translate my own drama tantalizing myself in forgoing the cigarette
But not for long upon our changed outlet of the sweet tortoise shell of white rib
And for days hanging on to my pen and sole beliefs of God and Santa Clause
As the lights go down on the red hills
As to install it's pronouncement
And later on translate this Egyptian
As to part our waters in ribbons and in bows
All for sons and daughters good gifts.....
All For Camps In Germany
10-4-18
When thou take up the pen
Just write in sad eyes of things a mile wide
And straight plus signs and matter of incongruity
To the people this message in need of more rest so I can hold my pen steady
No regrets so says my mask man's tattoo
As she stands in a naked flame
I mingle with the sons of Cain as to site our Gestapo
All for this resistance of something wicked in her sandbox
Of course I still love her and a lot more besides I'm still calling out
Finishing the training course with our flick as the devil says
It's called a toothpick in sevillians surveying as impish familiars
One word prophet by another for we have of it introspection......
In The Legs Of Leisure
10-4-18
What can be gained by singing along
But the practice perfected in plainness
O, what it isn't to not forge as to press onward
With all that I know as to be supplied by those prudent
And see that no one gets hurt as cleaners start their work on the day shift
In wrought-iron gates all for loves and hates in Antoinette by the sketch shoes to entangle
As to finish the training course to witness another beautiful decrescendo
O, great valley what do you get if I cross
Seeing its similarities
As one to show them who's boss
Wanting to believe in legs of leisure
Always an appendix faster in the howling wind
Like nails in the night.....
Thursday, December 20, 2018
jungle gym
Jungle Gym Revisited
10-3-18
With our rank of major
A one thousand pager
Dress a little bit more dangerously for your Jackdaws
Of unlikely heroes and a check with more zeroes
Playing the piper for your sparrow all for fullness restored
Come sing to the Lord
And in His love and learning
You never get bored
I bought as much as today I could afford
We see prophets dear O, His might proclaim
In Tracy Y. Cannon for the flight of the finch
As to cultivate the gratitude and insight
Yet to come in rambling and pondering and gambling
And wandering
Come, rejoice as the Creator gets a din upon our faces....
Abide (In The Day Of Coming)
10-3-18
Going back there once or twice again
Is my own business for the eyes of a black dog
It's all the same as disconnecting promoting a sense of connection
Having mercy unto those who confess and squeeze the blood out of the hearts of stone
Playing it side two first
Tomorrow morning Lord willing
As to recommend that which is centering
O, ye elders it is expedient that we meet again
Come the priesthood of magnification
Take your swift journey into Saint Louis and mess me around
Moving swiftly upon the waters at Clariton, Missouri
In August of '31 following joyful salutations as directed
By the Spirit of us all getting into the Christmas spirit ahead of time
Behold and hearken by cookies for the meeting.....
And Other Matters
10-3-18
For the advocate who knowest and the grass she growest
Testimonies are recorded out of independence on a happy May of it
Praise the Lord no sense in ado wide awake with my cat
she's howling for Friskies even with her bowl half full
Behold this is the way we come through
Lag jacket tied but not for the sugar packet
Prize going out to troves and preach what I don't practice
For the sake of fat wind in my sail turning again nevertheless
Unto whom is given power as to offer a sacrifice to the Most High
And be mindful of this coolness here and now
For the most expedient temporal object in view
Given a great feast just by my way of words written
For other matters and you and I....
Greeting Rawlings
10-3-18
Hello again Rawlings for miracles and all of their crawlings
Feeling the tones we experience
Filling in time with all that is expedient for revolution given of Joseph
As we are all in the same fishing boat
As Jesus comes to play the banjo ringing in dull ears
O, hear the Word and don't fear the absurd
As in a whirlwind all have sinned to the wall my left earlobe is pinned
Faithful always ever so
Amen, continue prayer and take care of her sandbox
For honesty to agency behold faith cometh not by signs
In that it's your own choice and all flesh shall know of mindfulness on the go
As to become a part of our furniture
Much time for more providing moneys to build it up
without our intending it such stands fast.......
10-3-18
With our rank of major
A one thousand pager
Dress a little bit more dangerously for your Jackdaws
Of unlikely heroes and a check with more zeroes
Playing the piper for your sparrow all for fullness restored
Come sing to the Lord
And in His love and learning
You never get bored
I bought as much as today I could afford
We see prophets dear O, His might proclaim
In Tracy Y. Cannon for the flight of the finch
As to cultivate the gratitude and insight
Yet to come in rambling and pondering and gambling
And wandering
Come, rejoice as the Creator gets a din upon our faces....
Abide (In The Day Of Coming)
10-3-18
Going back there once or twice again
Is my own business for the eyes of a black dog
It's all the same as disconnecting promoting a sense of connection
Having mercy unto those who confess and squeeze the blood out of the hearts of stone
Playing it side two first
Tomorrow morning Lord willing
As to recommend that which is centering
O, ye elders it is expedient that we meet again
Come the priesthood of magnification
Take your swift journey into Saint Louis and mess me around
Moving swiftly upon the waters at Clariton, Missouri
In August of '31 following joyful salutations as directed
By the Spirit of us all getting into the Christmas spirit ahead of time
Behold and hearken by cookies for the meeting.....
And Other Matters
10-3-18
For the advocate who knowest and the grass she growest
Testimonies are recorded out of independence on a happy May of it
Praise the Lord no sense in ado wide awake with my cat
she's howling for Friskies even with her bowl half full
Behold this is the way we come through
Lag jacket tied but not for the sugar packet
Prize going out to troves and preach what I don't practice
For the sake of fat wind in my sail turning again nevertheless
Unto whom is given power as to offer a sacrifice to the Most High
And be mindful of this coolness here and now
For the most expedient temporal object in view
Given a great feast just by my way of words written
For other matters and you and I....
Greeting Rawlings
10-3-18
Hello again Rawlings for miracles and all of their crawlings
Feeling the tones we experience
Filling in time with all that is expedient for revolution given of Joseph
As we are all in the same fishing boat
As Jesus comes to play the banjo ringing in dull ears
O, hear the Word and don't fear the absurd
As in a whirlwind all have sinned to the wall my left earlobe is pinned
Faithful always ever so
Amen, continue prayer and take care of her sandbox
For honesty to agency behold faith cometh not by signs
In that it's your own choice and all flesh shall know of mindfulness on the go
As to become a part of our furniture
Much time for more providing moneys to build it up
without our intending it such stands fast.......
McIllwaine
McIllwaine Revisited
10-3-18
Brightly aware and arise and soon downsize
Flick sits outside the bar and silence is as silver
While serene by this compassion of our Zola translating Aramaic
Arise O, ye slumbering nations
By the greatest of all dispensations in Follett
Our celebration gladdened by pillars and railings chateau on the west side of town
As immured by ingrates
I ought not judge as such as to enjoy the vision
Of Hugo in his disarray spending my last forty on want and need
As to have burst like a pawn o'er the children of men
It's going to work out today even if if as God calls ye
From the lands of weal and woe ere His floods
Of all abundance as maize we grow
As walls ring with praise....
Uninformed Sentry
10-3-18
As catfish ascend
How come you know better than me
That this is the real thing as to no longer stammer when I sing
Designed to deny and deflect on our big deep blue gulf
For something that touched you
Participating in the dedication from whence ye came
O, does it seem good for oak wood in ones Bagger town for occasional devils
Light and thin
Fight and win
To enjoy the vigor of Huto
What do you know down on Baker Street in London
Yea, fun gun carrying messages back at it again
In human trade with the rank of a major
Shouldn't she do the same?
Where the sun goes dark for a nanosecond luckily.....
Dawn-Time Covenant
10-3-18
Satisfied with bronze
We can never get enough of that bonafide guff
As to rule in the heavens above and all we need know today
Is that God is love desiring to know what I am to do for the something missing
All for Elder William and a good smell as decreeing many
Hit that spot as to reinstall our switchboards moving swiftly upon the waters
Cheating off of their hymnal book
Israel, God is calling, hear this great delivering voice
Still praying for good news burst like another dawn-time covenant
Naturally triumphant come sing to the Lord
And shake the apples from the tree
By a prophet to his name my words as my own substance.....
10-3-18
Brightly aware and arise and soon downsize
Flick sits outside the bar and silence is as silver
While serene by this compassion of our Zola translating Aramaic
Arise O, ye slumbering nations
By the greatest of all dispensations in Follett
Our celebration gladdened by pillars and railings chateau on the west side of town
As immured by ingrates
I ought not judge as such as to enjoy the vision
Of Hugo in his disarray spending my last forty on want and need
As to have burst like a pawn o'er the children of men
It's going to work out today even if if as God calls ye
From the lands of weal and woe ere His floods
Of all abundance as maize we grow
As walls ring with praise....
Uninformed Sentry
10-3-18
As catfish ascend
How come you know better than me
That this is the real thing as to no longer stammer when I sing
Designed to deny and deflect on our big deep blue gulf
For something that touched you
Participating in the dedication from whence ye came
O, does it seem good for oak wood in ones Bagger town for occasional devils
Light and thin
Fight and win
To enjoy the vigor of Huto
What do you know down on Baker Street in London
Yea, fun gun carrying messages back at it again
In human trade with the rank of a major
Shouldn't she do the same?
Where the sun goes dark for a nanosecond luckily.....
Dawn-Time Covenant
10-3-18
Satisfied with bronze
We can never get enough of that bonafide guff
As to rule in the heavens above and all we need know today
Is that God is love desiring to know what I am to do for the something missing
All for Elder William and a good smell as decreeing many
Hit that spot as to reinstall our switchboards moving swiftly upon the waters
Cheating off of their hymnal book
Israel, God is calling, hear this great delivering voice
Still praying for good news burst like another dawn-time covenant
Naturally triumphant come sing to the Lord
And shake the apples from the tree
By a prophet to his name my words as my own substance.....
slaughter
Prepare Slaughter
10-3-18
Hearing the credo being recited
Trying to put on the brakes of a pen gone with it in Claurel
As if I were a child hoping that Jesus is more than just merchandise
Howl, O gate and cry, O city
None shall be alone in ones appointed times as scavenged and scattered
In a special place where it mattered
As it's all Scripture to me of formulae
Printed with eternal truth
What more to that of fire and a clash of thunder
As lips clad to spoil and plunder as the robbing of earth and heaven
O, cold are these eyes soon time to take my dip
And get clean again and pray for a better grip on my inexpensive pen
Wherefore hearken to those whom escaped the lion's den
As to prepare slaughter....
Get Thee Hence
10-3-18
Who shall disannul right on target
No more alcohol roots down in the hot clay
Instead give ones pretense O, Redeemer only delight rare and precious
I tell you once and thrice again
Looking for the forsaken for all professions and gods and fools
It all comes back to you not exactly what I planned
As apostolic history explains as to foretell ones own outcome
And write until my hand goes numb
As will had been loosed arranged attractively
As have been bound
Assuredly I tell you what you already know
As to stretch a black snake
Call it Nhat Hanh in its best seasoning
All for logic and reasoning....
Swain Song
10-3-18
As commanded
As commended as I investigate the purpose behind all propaganda
Come the foreview of such an outcome
But it makes more sense to remain in the present tense
Gone the thought this was the Joker
O, Malarkey break out your potter all for Petra as in Malachi pay your ten percent
Or whatever is on your heart creating more vulnerability in these letters I write to you
In whom I am well pleased
I can do this as to restore all things
And keep reading their book even if I've broken away from their assembly
As to kill thy root with famine
I can do this
Filling up on tuna and salmon
O, pillar by night
Our King stand up and sing for our Deliverer
Our all.....
Deflect And Reflect
10-3-18
New day
Praise the Lord
Hallelujah stuck out in the cloudbursts on the go sometime soon
I don't know much about the moon accepting the containment
Graciously getting my own game in tune on State Capital grounds strange sounds
Of the baying of hounds
Of all the world in its Latter Days as to save ourselves
With all our dead
Some say it's too late when it all comes to this
Pillar by night, O King stand up and sing whom for a blessing
We call all for Curtus Green
O, you know what I mean
String bean burst like a drum over the children of men
Long gone now along with my pen and the heavens have opened their portals
And soon I'm out for another
O, deflect and reflect....
10-3-18
Hearing the credo being recited
Trying to put on the brakes of a pen gone with it in Claurel
As if I were a child hoping that Jesus is more than just merchandise
Howl, O gate and cry, O city
None shall be alone in ones appointed times as scavenged and scattered
In a special place where it mattered
As it's all Scripture to me of formulae
Printed with eternal truth
What more to that of fire and a clash of thunder
As lips clad to spoil and plunder as the robbing of earth and heaven
O, cold are these eyes soon time to take my dip
And get clean again and pray for a better grip on my inexpensive pen
Wherefore hearken to those whom escaped the lion's den
As to prepare slaughter....
Get Thee Hence
10-3-18
Who shall disannul right on target
No more alcohol roots down in the hot clay
Instead give ones pretense O, Redeemer only delight rare and precious
I tell you once and thrice again
Looking for the forsaken for all professions and gods and fools
It all comes back to you not exactly what I planned
As apostolic history explains as to foretell ones own outcome
And write until my hand goes numb
As will had been loosed arranged attractively
As have been bound
Assuredly I tell you what you already know
As to stretch a black snake
Call it Nhat Hanh in its best seasoning
All for logic and reasoning....
Swain Song
10-3-18
As commanded
As commended as I investigate the purpose behind all propaganda
Come the foreview of such an outcome
But it makes more sense to remain in the present tense
Gone the thought this was the Joker
O, Malarkey break out your potter all for Petra as in Malachi pay your ten percent
Or whatever is on your heart creating more vulnerability in these letters I write to you
In whom I am well pleased
I can do this as to restore all things
And keep reading their book even if I've broken away from their assembly
As to kill thy root with famine
I can do this
Filling up on tuna and salmon
O, pillar by night
Our King stand up and sing for our Deliverer
Our all.....
Deflect And Reflect
10-3-18
New day
Praise the Lord
Hallelujah stuck out in the cloudbursts on the go sometime soon
I don't know much about the moon accepting the containment
Graciously getting my own game in tune on State Capital grounds strange sounds
Of the baying of hounds
Of all the world in its Latter Days as to save ourselves
With all our dead
Some say it's too late when it all comes to this
Pillar by night, O King stand up and sing whom for a blessing
We call all for Curtus Green
O, you know what I mean
String bean burst like a drum over the children of men
Long gone now along with my pen and the heavens have opened their portals
And soon I'm out for another
O, deflect and reflect....
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
elite
Our Elite
10-3-18
Let Him deny Himself and take up His cross
Time to see it straight and tell them who's boss
Taking up Follett soon in a need for another cigarette
O, is it need or greed in being a half breed in the heart of Champagne District
And wine resounded call us Lesina O, who Doyon in that I am but one to join the family
To potatoes and ham as to surrender and dislocate and learn how to love
And forget how to hate translating Egyptian essays and decoding my own Aramaic
All for the pillar be right all for Jackdaws and a page filler in that we've got the right
As true letters fly in blue and black
As one to be born in Saint Cecile not disqualified as the way we feel
In deserts sweet, our elite....
Ekklesia Revisited
10-3-18
In a hole in deed earth deep decide
Going along for the ride
As one to forget about my pride
O, restore the light of thine face giving oneself to this, the longest day
As one to give it all away in ones dangerous pastime
Call it a monkey on ones back O Zion's Mount behold
It still stands
See the wind blow through as soul soon in need
And green for another in four engined Lancasters
And filling fortresses in that it's all Scripture to me
For the light of thy face all in Phelps adapted from Spirit
Many are slain for Larry on drums
Tossing to our dogs our crumbs
Ye, nations now look up and six years later
We are accomplices in our war offices
As I open all of our salted as in this heart of mine....
Compelled To Multitask
10-3-18
As to post a note for the host
I stay in the boat
May your dreams be realized so let it be
O, turn your eyes away as a newfound friend suggests
That I look within as I introduce myself with my business card
All with the rank of major and lights in the distance
As to give unto thee a prophecy on Borderland
We run that we should trust in it
Howl, O gate and cry, O city
Call it checkmate or a chessboard pretty
As to trust in it in dust and smokescreen for the lust in it
As the Spirit warreth against the flesh
As so I get it while it's sweet
Let our black in the flesh take to deeper lessons
For fields to till and thresh....
10-3-18
Let Him deny Himself and take up His cross
Time to see it straight and tell them who's boss
Taking up Follett soon in a need for another cigarette
O, is it need or greed in being a half breed in the heart of Champagne District
And wine resounded call us Lesina O, who Doyon in that I am but one to join the family
To potatoes and ham as to surrender and dislocate and learn how to love
And forget how to hate translating Egyptian essays and decoding my own Aramaic
All for the pillar be right all for Jackdaws and a page filler in that we've got the right
As true letters fly in blue and black
As one to be born in Saint Cecile not disqualified as the way we feel
In deserts sweet, our elite....
Ekklesia Revisited
10-3-18
In a hole in deed earth deep decide
Going along for the ride
As one to forget about my pride
O, restore the light of thine face giving oneself to this, the longest day
As one to give it all away in ones dangerous pastime
Call it a monkey on ones back O Zion's Mount behold
It still stands
See the wind blow through as soul soon in need
And green for another in four engined Lancasters
And filling fortresses in that it's all Scripture to me
For the light of thy face all in Phelps adapted from Spirit
Many are slain for Larry on drums
Tossing to our dogs our crumbs
Ye, nations now look up and six years later
We are accomplices in our war offices
As I open all of our salted as in this heart of mine....
Compelled To Multitask
10-3-18
As to post a note for the host
I stay in the boat
May your dreams be realized so let it be
O, turn your eyes away as a newfound friend suggests
That I look within as I introduce myself with my business card
All with the rank of major and lights in the distance
As to give unto thee a prophecy on Borderland
We run that we should trust in it
Howl, O gate and cry, O city
Call it checkmate or a chessboard pretty
As to trust in it in dust and smokescreen for the lust in it
As the Spirit warreth against the flesh
As so I get it while it's sweet
Let our black in the flesh take to deeper lessons
For fields to till and thresh....
born
Born Again Today
10-2-18
Less than two hours and I'll be away for the important part of my day
All in discoveries of declaration all in Apollumi as to attempt using the nondominant hand
To serve myself even more and I wake at four as in what is gained in what is lost
Toss the children's bread to the dogs
All ate and were filled with Naan believing and a spicy sauce
Show them who's boss
For compassion on the multitude
Today it's just happening as to learn with a beginner's mind and slice the apple
As you peel off its rind
Beware the leaven of us and mind that cool air as well as the soles of your feet
As to reveal ones longsuffering sent to the host sheep of Apollumi
In the Greek I know I am not this
O, great is this faith letting it unfold.....
Will Have Been Loosed
10-2-18
Feed them all that you are
Lest they faint on the way as a saint keeping sin at bay
As today to board the stagecoach for branches bristling and many are listening
Sending away the multitude
Those who ate were four thousand high and lofty
Getting my face on
O, how many loaves remain
Beware of their doctrine but find it in yourself
Just what is good for you
Approaching Magdala with a sideways glance and askance of all assistance
And analysis given the keys to the kingdom wherein I hesitate
Where the trip was not for material gain
But as a learning experience
To slow down and just enjoy it
As Christ foretells His death and resurrection
Out of the noise what's a wealthy cat to attempt.....
Long In Sin
10-2-18
To be rightly guided and no more tightly prided
For the bowl of salsa in the centerpiece of my table
Order up a few more drinks
Behold you are able
And today buy the books of farce and fable
For sharp points of an infinite sky
We were children then
Opening the book of Christian opportunity
God bless her when nature calls I reaffirm
For the cost of discipleship in hopes for another good bookstore trip
By unjust means all containing as if it squeezes your bones
Commanded and commended of immense significance
In the name of the Compassionate
In the power of our future ministries
I write poetry for the people as commanded and commended
As ascended foe a story that never has ended
In the sense wherein it's good to hear it.....
Bar-Jonah Revisited
10-2-18
O, Merciful
I find a new name for You everywhere I turn
As to yearn to but learn as to believe in the last day
With time to burn who do men say that I am
All for potatoes and ham and forget not the corn and beans
As Petros our stone tedious all for our toastmasters
Drain the jungle line built upon our testimony as to harden all we say late in the day
As God is willing in Bar-Jonah
O, massive rock from underground for my sake
You will find it as Christ confirms the specific detail of cheetahs and snails
And a race for grace in the Greek our ekklesia
As to call them out and send them on their way sometime today...
Restoring All Things
10-2-18
All along the Watchtower everlasting our Ensign
Using the word we instead of I as to but belong there even while discordant
Not to believe as others do as to fret like mothers do
All for our called out assembly quoting the Koran greeting Muhammed
By the narrow way by the sickness of our hearts and minds
Potato peels and clementine rinds
Where there is a play on our words
To build or destroy in the point of similarity
I test the warm air today and see if it is to my liking
Implying more than just a gathering of our assembly
And one more Sacrament meeting if you wish as to thrive
Kissing each others' feet for rain this afternoon on a busy street
As we may not perceive it
Woah there!
10-2-18
Less than two hours and I'll be away for the important part of my day
All in discoveries of declaration all in Apollumi as to attempt using the nondominant hand
To serve myself even more and I wake at four as in what is gained in what is lost
Toss the children's bread to the dogs
All ate and were filled with Naan believing and a spicy sauce
Show them who's boss
For compassion on the multitude
Today it's just happening as to learn with a beginner's mind and slice the apple
As you peel off its rind
Beware the leaven of us and mind that cool air as well as the soles of your feet
As to reveal ones longsuffering sent to the host sheep of Apollumi
In the Greek I know I am not this
O, great is this faith letting it unfold.....
Will Have Been Loosed
10-2-18
Feed them all that you are
Lest they faint on the way as a saint keeping sin at bay
As today to board the stagecoach for branches bristling and many are listening
Sending away the multitude
Those who ate were four thousand high and lofty
Getting my face on
O, how many loaves remain
Beware of their doctrine but find it in yourself
Just what is good for you
Approaching Magdala with a sideways glance and askance of all assistance
And analysis given the keys to the kingdom wherein I hesitate
Where the trip was not for material gain
But as a learning experience
To slow down and just enjoy it
As Christ foretells His death and resurrection
Out of the noise what's a wealthy cat to attempt.....
Long In Sin
10-2-18
To be rightly guided and no more tightly prided
For the bowl of salsa in the centerpiece of my table
Order up a few more drinks
Behold you are able
And today buy the books of farce and fable
For sharp points of an infinite sky
We were children then
Opening the book of Christian opportunity
God bless her when nature calls I reaffirm
For the cost of discipleship in hopes for another good bookstore trip
By unjust means all containing as if it squeezes your bones
Commanded and commended of immense significance
In the name of the Compassionate
In the power of our future ministries
I write poetry for the people as commanded and commended
As ascended foe a story that never has ended
In the sense wherein it's good to hear it.....
Bar-Jonah Revisited
10-2-18
O, Merciful
I find a new name for You everywhere I turn
As to yearn to but learn as to believe in the last day
With time to burn who do men say that I am
All for potatoes and ham and forget not the corn and beans
As Petros our stone tedious all for our toastmasters
Drain the jungle line built upon our testimony as to harden all we say late in the day
As God is willing in Bar-Jonah
O, massive rock from underground for my sake
You will find it as Christ confirms the specific detail of cheetahs and snails
And a race for grace in the Greek our ekklesia
As to call them out and send them on their way sometime today...
Restoring All Things
10-2-18
All along the Watchtower everlasting our Ensign
Using the word we instead of I as to but belong there even while discordant
Not to believe as others do as to fret like mothers do
All for our called out assembly quoting the Koran greeting Muhammed
By the narrow way by the sickness of our hearts and minds
Potato peels and clementine rinds
Where there is a play on our words
To build or destroy in the point of similarity
I test the warm air today and see if it is to my liking
Implying more than just a gathering of our assembly
And one more Sacrament meeting if you wish as to thrive
Kissing each others' feet for rain this afternoon on a busy street
As we may not perceive it
Woah there!
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
recounter
Recounter
10-2-18
In hand phase as to understand the craze of these days
All in Gurdjieff gladness with reminders of yesterday's madness
Awakening to ones true self continuing on gazing upon the other bookshelf
In being human whether a gnome or an elf
As a double minded man is topsy turvy in many ways about it as we still doubt it
Playing two albums per twilight including War and Boy for tomorrow for the sun is sooner risen
In the Solstice epochs of his glory epic
As the flower of grass the rich fade away by our benchmark of written words in red
Jesus speaks still as all appearances do but perish as to enter by the gatehouse
Where I realize I'm not the only one as to recount and mete the amount....
On Matthew 15:23
10-2-18
Bowing down to stand up and refill again my cup
For mindfulness on the go
I suppose there is something I should know
As to put on the breaks to taste the milkshake she makes
As to do it for twenty years or more still but earthly bound
Piping in good sound
Still running around the same old circular patterns
Like a rat in a maze
And if only I were greater in stature
Some would utter in malcontent in what is I go there for
The froth and fizz all for the cleansing upon the bough
Wherein all we have is right now
As the limb briefly brushes me
Wherein I shake the dust from my feet
Good fortune just to be here
Send her away as she goes after us......
10-2-18
In hand phase as to understand the craze of these days
All in Gurdjieff gladness with reminders of yesterday's madness
Awakening to ones true self continuing on gazing upon the other bookshelf
In being human whether a gnome or an elf
As a double minded man is topsy turvy in many ways about it as we still doubt it
Playing two albums per twilight including War and Boy for tomorrow for the sun is sooner risen
In the Solstice epochs of his glory epic
As the flower of grass the rich fade away by our benchmark of written words in red
Jesus speaks still as all appearances do but perish as to enter by the gatehouse
Where I realize I'm not the only one as to recount and mete the amount....
On Matthew 15:23
10-2-18
Bowing down to stand up and refill again my cup
For mindfulness on the go
I suppose there is something I should know
As to put on the breaks to taste the milkshake she makes
As to do it for twenty years or more still but earthly bound
Piping in good sound
Still running around the same old circular patterns
Like a rat in a maze
And if only I were greater in stature
Some would utter in malcontent in what is I go there for
The froth and fizz all for the cleansing upon the bough
Wherein all we have is right now
As the limb briefly brushes me
Wherein I shake the dust from my feet
Good fortune just to be here
Send her away as she goes after us......
vineyard
In Our Vineyards
10-2-18
Whereby we might be delivered in Scripture passages in Bunyan classics
O, what shall I do but just enjoy today
Where right means wrong and west means east
Celebrating the birth of Jesus two months or more ahead of time
As to accept the changing of seasons in myself undone
Is that all you want for me?
In our gaol his outcry as to think to be still earthly bound
Still buying books faster than I can read them
Still writing letters faster than I can post them
Filling again my sword through disheveled and suffocated
In need to get out for some air
Growing ones own nasturtium
Brethren be followers together with us
And love one another and call me brother.....
Some Will Offend
10-2-18
O, children of my bowel
Don't throw in your towel
As to resist the lampstand frozen
She killed having it in for us
An ensample one foot in the door
Times and space ample whereby we have already arrived
Such as well for the pastors that feed my flock
As to build ones house upon a rock
On an empty beech as to reconcile an error in judgement
Bringing the light of heightened awareness
Prior to reengaging in the task at hand
Think the now and come to understand as you mindfully chew your nonpareils
Wherein some will offend
Second pot, my error as to agency
As to know ones seed and determine whether they are needs or greeds
As Jesus still bleeds.....
I'm Only Asking
10-2-18
O, is this the time to choose to win or lose
But not to confuse fiction with the news
As to sum up this technique and break out the photos again
In all I seek and shake somebody's hand
To say. "Have a good week"
Loving again my Jackdaw cold, these eyes are and sore they will
Salve like a heart with a fifth valve
Dreaming of my own book twenty-six
As if I really wrote it as to connote it
As to continue to let it unfold
O, I'm just passing through
O, how you have scattered the flock
By revelation our rock
Writing letters here to the tribes scattered abroad
So that they will come to know within themselves the son of God
Mindfully doing things today as if I had only a moment
In all I do and say.....
On James 1:9
10-2-18
Message upon my shirt
Saying that in the love of God no one gets hurt
Living as if in a monestary
Today I stick around ever after for tears and laughter
These days few and far between
As it shall be given him in the present moment of your Discovery
shaking my own upas for its own as such a poison used as a remedy deciduous
And roots deep let the eye be single and the body be full of light
If they don't have root beer then I order cherry Coke
And soon again go out for a smoke of standard and benchmark along cracked streets
And prickly grass back into memories of Florida as the sun is sooner risen
Let the brother of low degree rejoice.....
10-2-18
Whereby we might be delivered in Scripture passages in Bunyan classics
O, what shall I do but just enjoy today
Where right means wrong and west means east
Celebrating the birth of Jesus two months or more ahead of time
As to accept the changing of seasons in myself undone
Is that all you want for me?
In our gaol his outcry as to think to be still earthly bound
Still buying books faster than I can read them
Still writing letters faster than I can post them
Filling again my sword through disheveled and suffocated
In need to get out for some air
Growing ones own nasturtium
Brethren be followers together with us
And love one another and call me brother.....
Some Will Offend
10-2-18
O, children of my bowel
Don't throw in your towel
As to resist the lampstand frozen
She killed having it in for us
An ensample one foot in the door
Times and space ample whereby we have already arrived
Such as well for the pastors that feed my flock
As to build ones house upon a rock
On an empty beech as to reconcile an error in judgement
Bringing the light of heightened awareness
Prior to reengaging in the task at hand
Think the now and come to understand as you mindfully chew your nonpareils
Wherein some will offend
Second pot, my error as to agency
As to know ones seed and determine whether they are needs or greeds
As Jesus still bleeds.....
I'm Only Asking
10-2-18
O, is this the time to choose to win or lose
But not to confuse fiction with the news
As to sum up this technique and break out the photos again
In all I seek and shake somebody's hand
To say. "Have a good week"
Loving again my Jackdaw cold, these eyes are and sore they will
Salve like a heart with a fifth valve
Dreaming of my own book twenty-six
As if I really wrote it as to connote it
As to continue to let it unfold
O, I'm just passing through
O, how you have scattered the flock
By revelation our rock
Writing letters here to the tribes scattered abroad
So that they will come to know within themselves the son of God
Mindfully doing things today as if I had only a moment
In all I do and say.....
On James 1:9
10-2-18
Message upon my shirt
Saying that in the love of God no one gets hurt
Living as if in a monestary
Today I stick around ever after for tears and laughter
These days few and far between
As it shall be given him in the present moment of your Discovery
shaking my own upas for its own as such a poison used as a remedy deciduous
And roots deep let the eye be single and the body be full of light
If they don't have root beer then I order cherry Coke
And soon again go out for a smoke of standard and benchmark along cracked streets
And prickly grass back into memories of Florida as the sun is sooner risen
Let the brother of low degree rejoice.....
Monday, December 17, 2018
miscellany
Miscellany
10-2-18
All in my miscellany October
I count not myself as to have apprehended
Again I will begin again and again and again
As soon I'm in need for a fresh pen
Back to Avitar fair through the wilderness of this world
Lighting on a certain place where I carry my books
Loving their texture and nostalgic smell
Back to my favorite solution of vain yards as I ponder over Oram
And the bass going auctioneering after many alkalis like idols as many as street corners
Trying my hand at prose but still I rhyme and God knows
As compassed of many reviled dcribbled works not mischance
But an opportunity for a challenge
I count not myself to have apprehended.....
Spiritual Sister Speaks
10-2-18
Pink as I read I rejoice and gain corrosion
To my own word this one thing I do as to press towards the mark
And no one put words in my mouth as to heed the tremble
As so ebulliation is today's vocabulary word to share with Sister
According to the Spirit
All for out English library crossing the river of death
Into the celestial city
O, follow the cobblestone road as many as be perfect
able longer to contain it all for the fire in me
Of read aloud inside of me undone
Travelling heavy today all men a gamble
And a cinnamon bun
As to perceive ones dimness and pay a visit
To their talk and come packing Mount Calvary
Some go to the door and plunder the vineyards
You, who are for oneself.....
At Peace, At Last
10-2-18
In ones plight going home where it's at
To you and I but right here and now
Wherein the Koran begins with the Cow
Blieving in the Last Day
Its truly October and my ado was for nothing at all
Let us therefore as many as be perfect
Be thus minded
Wake up this is the time you've been waiting for
As to decree for you in bloodshed for our merciful dispensation
where do we go from here?
Go for it in quadruple rest dare you overkill
For Spirit to fill blood will spill
For the redemption of captives as pardoned by aggrieved brothers
Knowing their angry mothers
She's mad because she loves me
As to bequeath it and banter guidance....
Cleaning Revisited
10-2-18
In this plight again I go home to watch the way it was
In aluminum foil I make me whole
Ally me the question and go for it
And count it all wisdom at the chime of five as it was
When she was with us cleaned by a cool breeze
Telling tall tales of tedium and tell tale triumph where trouble increases
when we fail to stay in the present moment
Here we go again at war with fleshly members
Facing many cold Decembers
As to see what I can see
Write her a letter someday but print neatly
As part of me is still dreaming of being that playwright
Asking for a light and give Jesus one today......
10-2-18
All in my miscellany October
I count not myself as to have apprehended
Again I will begin again and again and again
As soon I'm in need for a fresh pen
Back to Avitar fair through the wilderness of this world
Lighting on a certain place where I carry my books
Loving their texture and nostalgic smell
Back to my favorite solution of vain yards as I ponder over Oram
And the bass going auctioneering after many alkalis like idols as many as street corners
Trying my hand at prose but still I rhyme and God knows
As compassed of many reviled dcribbled works not mischance
But an opportunity for a challenge
I count not myself to have apprehended.....
Spiritual Sister Speaks
10-2-18
Pink as I read I rejoice and gain corrosion
To my own word this one thing I do as to press towards the mark
And no one put words in my mouth as to heed the tremble
As so ebulliation is today's vocabulary word to share with Sister
According to the Spirit
All for out English library crossing the river of death
Into the celestial city
O, follow the cobblestone road as many as be perfect
able longer to contain it all for the fire in me
Of read aloud inside of me undone
Travelling heavy today all men a gamble
And a cinnamon bun
As to perceive ones dimness and pay a visit
To their talk and come packing Mount Calvary
Some go to the door and plunder the vineyards
You, who are for oneself.....
At Peace, At Last
10-2-18
In ones plight going home where it's at
To you and I but right here and now
Wherein the Koran begins with the Cow
Blieving in the Last Day
Its truly October and my ado was for nothing at all
Let us therefore as many as be perfect
Be thus minded
Wake up this is the time you've been waiting for
As to decree for you in bloodshed for our merciful dispensation
where do we go from here?
Go for it in quadruple rest dare you overkill
For Spirit to fill blood will spill
For the redemption of captives as pardoned by aggrieved brothers
Knowing their angry mothers
She's mad because she loves me
As to bequeath it and banter guidance....
Cleaning Revisited
10-2-18
In this plight again I go home to watch the way it was
In aluminum foil I make me whole
Ally me the question and go for it
And count it all wisdom at the chime of five as it was
When she was with us cleaned by a cool breeze
Telling tall tales of tedium and tell tale triumph where trouble increases
when we fail to stay in the present moment
Here we go again at war with fleshly members
Facing many cold Decembers
As to see what I can see
Write her a letter someday but print neatly
As part of me is still dreaming of being that playwright
Asking for a light and give Jesus one today......
Sunday, December 16, 2018
fasten
Fasten And Bind
10-1-18
O, solitude of longing
Come healing of the mind
O, heart heavy fasten and bind
God please be kind yea, from the mouth of the city south of predisposition
Pious and pretty take heed lest one will stumble and stay humble
As shielding gaping wounds a cloud began to cover our sun gradually
Yea, here's my getting started song to you
As to shift into open awareness upon love's bitter mystery
By lightshop hastening hands in our Rouenese by birthmarks
Our birthright in kinch come on down by a pinch
all for woodshadows God bless the coming several days that come
The lover the earth inconsequent as to hear the sound of sawdust somewhere
As I sally out north and south by the white breath of the dim sea
O, to what end?
Ball-Of-Fat Revisited
10-1-18
Hastening to do so they are only just doing their job
All for hot dogs and corn on the cob
All for Peter Tearle O, you wearied weasel nothing out of the ordinary
Yet as to fret for another cigarette and later on a spanking
Yea, I've been a bad boy unabridged on the go
Nothing to be ashamed of
The song ends at the chime of ten and the sheep remain inside their pen
So deep in a panther's den
As to no more turn aside to brood
Get it done today and find out what you already have
In a new place of assembling still trembling
Wherefore the day cometh to appreciate the sunshine for what it is all for
Our ball-of-fat and piece of string
For the power is in them
Behold thy son cometh, Amen......
Where Now?
10-1-18
O, how she howls with dish half full
Seeing it with an optimistic mentality and mindset in Tellier's establishment
Of Dover Thrift for Christmas lights accidentally placed in the refrigerator
O, what's wrong with that all to have my cat stepping up to bat
Let them preach by way of making molehills out of mountains
Serving Sidney Ridgeon as to dedicate and consecrate holding down the long dark chords
As to feel this way here is wisdom according to common knowledge
On her second degree in San Diego like collage
A reason for writing and dreaming up better days
For the thorn in ones side and dangling light for loving
Wanting ones morning rashers
Let's get this place ship shape
Shielding gaping wounds as to vanish for the drone
My Hungry Grimlikin
10-1-18
Tull is a seven day project at my best state altogether vanity
Only for contentment in sanity
O, what harm is that undressed to but resurrect
Trying to make peace with a hungry grimlikin for Furgus rules in new and old schools
Help me claim it in the Son of what it's all about
Less time for thinking O where, now
For coronation lay a square peg O have you the key or is it only going fishing again
With my Bass T-shirt we have a beautiful thing going in comfort of continuity
Like a good movie I am cool as I am cozy te verginum chorus excipiat
How dare say I?
10-1-18
O, solitude of longing
Come healing of the mind
O, heart heavy fasten and bind
God please be kind yea, from the mouth of the city south of predisposition
Pious and pretty take heed lest one will stumble and stay humble
As shielding gaping wounds a cloud began to cover our sun gradually
Yea, here's my getting started song to you
As to shift into open awareness upon love's bitter mystery
By lightshop hastening hands in our Rouenese by birthmarks
Our birthright in kinch come on down by a pinch
all for woodshadows God bless the coming several days that come
The lover the earth inconsequent as to hear the sound of sawdust somewhere
As I sally out north and south by the white breath of the dim sea
O, to what end?
Ball-Of-Fat Revisited
10-1-18
Hastening to do so they are only just doing their job
All for hot dogs and corn on the cob
All for Peter Tearle O, you wearied weasel nothing out of the ordinary
Yet as to fret for another cigarette and later on a spanking
Yea, I've been a bad boy unabridged on the go
Nothing to be ashamed of
The song ends at the chime of ten and the sheep remain inside their pen
So deep in a panther's den
As to no more turn aside to brood
Get it done today and find out what you already have
In a new place of assembling still trembling
Wherefore the day cometh to appreciate the sunshine for what it is all for
Our ball-of-fat and piece of string
For the power is in them
Behold thy son cometh, Amen......
Where Now?
10-1-18
O, how she howls with dish half full
Seeing it with an optimistic mentality and mindset in Tellier's establishment
Of Dover Thrift for Christmas lights accidentally placed in the refrigerator
O, what's wrong with that all to have my cat stepping up to bat
Let them preach by way of making molehills out of mountains
Serving Sidney Ridgeon as to dedicate and consecrate holding down the long dark chords
As to feel this way here is wisdom according to common knowledge
On her second degree in San Diego like collage
A reason for writing and dreaming up better days
For the thorn in ones side and dangling light for loving
Wanting ones morning rashers
Let's get this place ship shape
Shielding gaping wounds as to vanish for the drone
My Hungry Grimlikin
10-1-18
Tull is a seven day project at my best state altogether vanity
Only for contentment in sanity
O, what harm is that undressed to but resurrect
Trying to make peace with a hungry grimlikin for Furgus rules in new and old schools
Help me claim it in the Son of what it's all about
Less time for thinking O where, now
For coronation lay a square peg O have you the key or is it only going fishing again
With my Bass T-shirt we have a beautiful thing going in comfort of continuity
Like a good movie I am cool as I am cozy te verginum chorus excipiat
How dare say I?
Portsea
Partridge At Portsea
10-1-18
It's not life threatening
So saith the ways of weal and woe
O, wonder all for the Ghost of culture as to fill in the gaps
God give me the power to get through today
Let's drink to when it all begins again
In that it's good when you don't know
What is the next song on the reel to reel as trees wither
When he knocks at the door just observe and act accordingly
And so it happened
O, great is the faith in itself
Lie down for one hour and dissolve as to resolve a puzzle
But not to solve all for goosebumps up my lower spine for measure of all means
Yea, today call it not off to get used to the new itinerary all for Edward
In his own tree
Feel free.....
Our Blue-It
10-1-18
Our blue-it don't take it to court
But not to report our first resort out on the Jackson County line
Ask me the How and I'll give you the Why
As the last time I asked such a thing
I knew only a ton of bricks according to our Colesville saints
Bright for the Indian Summer of text incautious all in deep listening
Seemingly the devil's tool in a mind of qualm where green doesn't always mean go
Wednesday I make the scene sometimes counting my issues even when I know
That love is greater without a move and scarred for life and more bonafide guff
High as the eagle but low enough to be legal as shielding the gasping wounds
Of what then?
Not to twinge like some hired
To mute it we must be insane
Trying to attempt the same old stunts....
Of Tiny Caresses
10-1-18
Brown upon love's bittersweet thriller
To play Stardust and change artists to start my day all over again
Luring Jesuit strain as so she speaks to truth me quite wretched
In the returning to ones vomit
And I can almost hear her stomach growl
As the dumptruck is still out on the prowl free as burning water
In cerebral lobes along our own tobes wavewhite webbed
A diner like an apiary bees swarm on the patio
O where now with faith in the end mind just say thank you and please
O, good grief how good can it be down on my countryside
With section thirty-eight creased from the mouth of the city
Yea, I did hear her stomach growl
O, where now?
Shambhala
10-1-18
Ready to perceive and respond given time to become accustomed
To the change in rituals for Hard Times in Dickens bearing record of the land
From which we venture
We in nowise lose the reward
O, behold these half laws like calf paws and prints
Going home without my disguise all for Jan Chozen Bays and frozen fillets
Doomed to repeat it while still thinking outside the here and now
As if it were a betrothal of Shambhala
Publications Incorporated into what can truly be come our ewe discovered
For the cause of quails fed Zen teachers and God's love that will not fail
As I judge accordingly to this counsel
Behold those laws and tell me again
Needing a plan E for a bandage spurned by our lightshop Iron Rod.....
Satisfied With Bronze
10-1-18
As to initiate the practice
Tell me that you love me
Then upon Edmund's tree and the counsel of his own
Back at Lalouettei all for cigarettes
Be aware of your posture today with many eager to learn of the law and the prophets
For Dover Thrift Editions and ammunition staying at Hotel Normandie
A pen still full of sheep
Show me the place earlier on the first Sabbath
As troubles come and go a particle away from the target
Call it an Ox's eye
Yea, that went well as the Word becomes a man
I do the worst I can saved as a blessed fatigue of a base commitment
As the mirrors don't lie
O, what harm is such?
Let's keep in touch inconsequent going for the silver.....
10-1-18
It's not life threatening
So saith the ways of weal and woe
O, wonder all for the Ghost of culture as to fill in the gaps
God give me the power to get through today
Let's drink to when it all begins again
In that it's good when you don't know
What is the next song on the reel to reel as trees wither
When he knocks at the door just observe and act accordingly
And so it happened
O, great is the faith in itself
Lie down for one hour and dissolve as to resolve a puzzle
But not to solve all for goosebumps up my lower spine for measure of all means
Yea, today call it not off to get used to the new itinerary all for Edward
In his own tree
Feel free.....
Our Blue-It
10-1-18
Our blue-it don't take it to court
But not to report our first resort out on the Jackson County line
Ask me the How and I'll give you the Why
As the last time I asked such a thing
I knew only a ton of bricks according to our Colesville saints
Bright for the Indian Summer of text incautious all in deep listening
Seemingly the devil's tool in a mind of qualm where green doesn't always mean go
Wednesday I make the scene sometimes counting my issues even when I know
That love is greater without a move and scarred for life and more bonafide guff
High as the eagle but low enough to be legal as shielding the gasping wounds
Of what then?
Not to twinge like some hired
To mute it we must be insane
Trying to attempt the same old stunts....
Of Tiny Caresses
10-1-18
Brown upon love's bittersweet thriller
To play Stardust and change artists to start my day all over again
Luring Jesuit strain as so she speaks to truth me quite wretched
In the returning to ones vomit
And I can almost hear her stomach growl
As the dumptruck is still out on the prowl free as burning water
In cerebral lobes along our own tobes wavewhite webbed
A diner like an apiary bees swarm on the patio
O where now with faith in the end mind just say thank you and please
O, good grief how good can it be down on my countryside
With section thirty-eight creased from the mouth of the city
Yea, I did hear her stomach growl
O, where now?
Shambhala
10-1-18
Ready to perceive and respond given time to become accustomed
To the change in rituals for Hard Times in Dickens bearing record of the land
From which we venture
We in nowise lose the reward
O, behold these half laws like calf paws and prints
Going home without my disguise all for Jan Chozen Bays and frozen fillets
Doomed to repeat it while still thinking outside the here and now
As if it were a betrothal of Shambhala
Publications Incorporated into what can truly be come our ewe discovered
For the cause of quails fed Zen teachers and God's love that will not fail
As I judge accordingly to this counsel
Behold those laws and tell me again
Needing a plan E for a bandage spurned by our lightshop Iron Rod.....
Satisfied With Bronze
10-1-18
As to initiate the practice
Tell me that you love me
Then upon Edmund's tree and the counsel of his own
Back at Lalouettei all for cigarettes
Be aware of your posture today with many eager to learn of the law and the prophets
For Dover Thrift Editions and ammunition staying at Hotel Normandie
A pen still full of sheep
Show me the place earlier on the first Sabbath
As troubles come and go a particle away from the target
Call it an Ox's eye
Yea, that went well as the Word becomes a man
I do the worst I can saved as a blessed fatigue of a base commitment
As the mirrors don't lie
O, what harm is such?
Let's keep in touch inconsequent going for the silver.....
Saturday, December 15, 2018
ears rest
Giving Ears Rest
10-1-18
Piltar by right O, king give your ears a rest
So saith such a sting on Zion's mount
Behold it stands for something
Down with those hands for transition into daylight
And another opportunity to but begin again by boldness in desserts sweet
So are our elite blessed down to ones feet in the tent of Johnson
May it be our Joel
God give it purpose as to play the lead role
And cool it with the moment restore my dear Savior and pour another bowl
Restore, O light of thy face for wealth to ones kinsfolk all in Beesly
Just take it easy wherefore hearken
Hello again, stranger
As so the false voice whispers, "danger"
10-1-18
Piltar by right O, king give your ears a rest
So saith such a sting on Zion's mount
Behold it stands for something
Down with those hands for transition into daylight
And another opportunity to but begin again by boldness in desserts sweet
So are our elite blessed down to ones feet in the tent of Johnson
May it be our Joel
God give it purpose as to play the lead role
And cool it with the moment restore my dear Savior and pour another bowl
Restore, O light of thy face for wealth to ones kinsfolk all in Beesly
Just take it easy wherefore hearken
Hello again, stranger
As so the false voice whispers, "danger"
Roslyn
Back In Roslyn
10-1-18
It is a God given privelage just to own her books
All in Guy de Maupassant
Say not that this all hath been in vain
slowly as for a little while
Yea, I'll figure it out when so it is
And I cross the bridge when indeed I'd arrive
Deadened by the stash and litter of kittens as given
Get the job done today for the love of God
Do something about it
Six hundred years since we depart
As to glory in plainness in dramas brief but bright
Building again our Baltimore by brimstone betrayed
Behold my soul delighteth
O, keep on keeping on
As Jesus descends with a chariot of fire
Never mind the choir
As the poor of us doth yet trust.....
On Second Nephi 24:31
10-1-18
Working hard or hardly working
So said the boss
I still carry my cross as with the static
Hoping to do the right thing today and touch not what remains
For original Dover Selections quite naturalistic
Apparently I have more than enough
Get it done today as screameth my conscience
Howl, O gate and cry, O city
Glory to God in the highest not meant in wait for money spent
Insane amply displayed
Don't go today almost six in the morning
I'd give it to you if it were mine in the first place
Of a worth unto us good enough
Time to do another leap and make my bed
As all noise ceases
Cry, O city.....
Fitted Sheet
10-1-18
I go a'cheating off their hymnbook
To never walk back again
Give it time and try to forget all error that already has been done
Where angels come to visit those that believe in something
O, latter day glory tell your next story
And such is up as to succor the cup restoring their judges
Can you see what I mean in all boasting
As so sometimes the machines do most of that dirty little work
In all exultantcy all for this reflection as Jesus responds with His chariot
Lower now blinded twain the how
Time to make that bed and get on with the day
And without ceasing pray......
As To Discover
10-1-18
As so they say it's up to you
O, be my brother and don't bother
Fine and dandy as of now
Such is all we can know as so sometimes silence is my silver curd
In everlasting utterance all for the diner like the apiary
O, what can I say but Jesus help me with the second aid thing wind in every moment
Our miracle come Delidernie infusion
Israel come home as to graft in again all followers
Now that the job is halfway done
Real according to sword swallowers
O, will we ever be as one
Lord set me free from this ado
As we burst the fetters in taboo carrion
Who will heal the wounds.....
10-1-18
It is a God given privelage just to own her books
All in Guy de Maupassant
Say not that this all hath been in vain
slowly as for a little while
Yea, I'll figure it out when so it is
And I cross the bridge when indeed I'd arrive
Deadened by the stash and litter of kittens as given
Get the job done today for the love of God
Do something about it
Six hundred years since we depart
As to glory in plainness in dramas brief but bright
Building again our Baltimore by brimstone betrayed
Behold my soul delighteth
O, keep on keeping on
As Jesus descends with a chariot of fire
Never mind the choir
As the poor of us doth yet trust.....
On Second Nephi 24:31
10-1-18
Working hard or hardly working
So said the boss
I still carry my cross as with the static
Hoping to do the right thing today and touch not what remains
For original Dover Selections quite naturalistic
Apparently I have more than enough
Get it done today as screameth my conscience
Howl, O gate and cry, O city
Glory to God in the highest not meant in wait for money spent
Insane amply displayed
Don't go today almost six in the morning
I'd give it to you if it were mine in the first place
Of a worth unto us good enough
Time to do another leap and make my bed
As all noise ceases
Cry, O city.....
Fitted Sheet
10-1-18
I go a'cheating off their hymnbook
To never walk back again
Give it time and try to forget all error that already has been done
Where angels come to visit those that believe in something
O, latter day glory tell your next story
And such is up as to succor the cup restoring their judges
Can you see what I mean in all boasting
As so sometimes the machines do most of that dirty little work
In all exultantcy all for this reflection as Jesus responds with His chariot
Lower now blinded twain the how
Time to make that bed and get on with the day
And without ceasing pray......
As To Discover
10-1-18
As so they say it's up to you
O, be my brother and don't bother
Fine and dandy as of now
Such is all we can know as so sometimes silence is my silver curd
In everlasting utterance all for the diner like the apiary
O, what can I say but Jesus help me with the second aid thing wind in every moment
Our miracle come Delidernie infusion
Israel come home as to graft in again all followers
Now that the job is halfway done
Real according to sword swallowers
O, will we ever be as one
Lord set me free from this ado
As we burst the fetters in taboo carrion
Who will heal the wounds.....
Friday, December 14, 2018
ewe
Ewe Found (For Quail)
10-1-18
See the note and encourage
It works for me as to but bear it
O, bitter creativity and O, so sweet screams putting into practice
A mouthful of posture as we anchor the mind
When it seizes our ranger
It runs away from the present moments of truth
As so in verse nineteen I know all but one and you lost me at the intro
All for Syrophonecians and Dartmouth was the first place I go
When times get tough as to go south in that I've had enough
I don't fear the sand as long as I can see where I'm going
And I don't fear the devil when I trust Jesus with a reverential mutual respect
As to run the fantasies pleasant
All for my quail and pheasant
Content now that lightning rarely strikes twice.....
Corrosive
10-1-18
Silent and corrosive
I've had it down to there
As to attack inwardly
I don't mind but indeed I care
And for the finch time to feel the love
As a brother of another mother
In the diagnosis of the heart of man
As still we do judge a book by the feel of its cover
As to take up Gaffney all for hallucinations of Daffney
All for the rich man's cloak
Loving it just for its texture
As the resin of all awareness
O, the standing role for the good guy
That comes right in the severity of depravity
As convex is the concavity
O, how many leaves remain
Now that you've seen the worst of the rain
All for happy decades ahead.....
Have You No Bread?
10-1-18
Thicker pages for our Father
Running like a river to our sea
Based on energy exchange
Get it right as black ink at first appreareth red bark
And it's easy to think that we're already dead
In an embodiment unsound
O, what will be found
O, so neatly knit together in gnarley gnomes' hearts
As we wonder can fear be derived from ecology
On us only in your heart
So they all ate and were filled
All for another two hours killed
O, this fear like gasoline on a fire
Can you hear just what I mean
As filthy as a liar at the scene of the crime
His will to go in search of experience
As heart, liver and gut
By art deliver another walnut
It's a beautiful carnage in our King James.....
On Matthew 15:16
10-1-18
Overground
O, what will be found
But hands and feet tightly bound
I've been hiding in fungi and bacteria
O, mass hysteria so it looked on that evening of terror
Yea, my error as so we must find many for ourselves
As for madman melodrama turn it around still living for the moment
In gut, in hyde, in flow, in skin
Yet laden in the same old sin as so squat cares the back
All for nothing and a sidewalk crack
Overground
More land than sea
and wired for sound blessed be all in Apolluni
We take our children's bread and toss it to vultures
And then boys, you're on your own....
10-1-18
See the note and encourage
It works for me as to but bear it
O, bitter creativity and O, so sweet screams putting into practice
A mouthful of posture as we anchor the mind
When it seizes our ranger
It runs away from the present moments of truth
As so in verse nineteen I know all but one and you lost me at the intro
All for Syrophonecians and Dartmouth was the first place I go
When times get tough as to go south in that I've had enough
I don't fear the sand as long as I can see where I'm going
And I don't fear the devil when I trust Jesus with a reverential mutual respect
As to run the fantasies pleasant
All for my quail and pheasant
Content now that lightning rarely strikes twice.....
Corrosive
10-1-18
Silent and corrosive
I've had it down to there
As to attack inwardly
I don't mind but indeed I care
And for the finch time to feel the love
As a brother of another mother
In the diagnosis of the heart of man
As still we do judge a book by the feel of its cover
As to take up Gaffney all for hallucinations of Daffney
All for the rich man's cloak
Loving it just for its texture
As the resin of all awareness
O, the standing role for the good guy
That comes right in the severity of depravity
As convex is the concavity
O, how many leaves remain
Now that you've seen the worst of the rain
All for happy decades ahead.....
Have You No Bread?
10-1-18
Thicker pages for our Father
Running like a river to our sea
Based on energy exchange
Get it right as black ink at first appreareth red bark
And it's easy to think that we're already dead
In an embodiment unsound
O, what will be found
O, so neatly knit together in gnarley gnomes' hearts
As we wonder can fear be derived from ecology
On us only in your heart
So they all ate and were filled
All for another two hours killed
O, this fear like gasoline on a fire
Can you hear just what I mean
As filthy as a liar at the scene of the crime
His will to go in search of experience
As heart, liver and gut
By art deliver another walnut
It's a beautiful carnage in our King James.....
On Matthew 15:16
10-1-18
Overground
O, what will be found
But hands and feet tightly bound
I've been hiding in fungi and bacteria
O, mass hysteria so it looked on that evening of terror
Yea, my error as so we must find many for ourselves
As for madman melodrama turn it around still living for the moment
In gut, in hyde, in flow, in skin
Yet laden in the same old sin as so squat cares the back
All for nothing and a sidewalk crack
Overground
More land than sea
and wired for sound blessed be all in Apolluni
We take our children's bread and toss it to vultures
And then boys, you're on your own....
let's move on
Let's Move On!
9-28-18
Need or greed as if to bleed
In that I cannot take it back
And it seems so long ago my sad money
Still tasting of her honey going on trial as Sexton brings us in
Forgive me God for I will sin
As to train the boy a little in '61
She said I was funny just for clean fun
Filthy by fathoms fill me in on the finances
I thought you wanted it as indeed you needed it
Need or greed
Yes, you whom are broken and absent
All day for the sake of your children's story
Burdened down with mammon
A key is a badge of power as she jots down notes
About almost everything in the house of Cornelius
Listen to me child and let's move on!
9-28-18
Need or greed as if to bleed
In that I cannot take it back
And it seems so long ago my sad money
Still tasting of her honey going on trial as Sexton brings us in
Forgive me God for I will sin
As to train the boy a little in '61
She said I was funny just for clean fun
Filthy by fathoms fill me in on the finances
I thought you wanted it as indeed you needed it
Need or greed
Yes, you whom are broken and absent
All day for the sake of your children's story
Burdened down with mammon
A key is a badge of power as she jots down notes
About almost everything in the house of Cornelius
Listen to me child and let's move on!
Magdala
Magdala
9-28-18
In the Greek our Apollimi
Sin of the week and more baloney out of regional Sidon and Tyre
And still you resist as still you harden your heart
As to pardon the horse and her cart trying too hard to do my own part
So what's it going to be today
So you say, "I don't know"
And are answered with, "O, yea and nay, wrong answer"
Back to the region of Magdala
God looks upon what one could yet but become
And such is my meat to do His will and not to spill nor kill
Look how my brother works in Apollumi
Seven and a few little fish as the diagnosis
Of the heart of man
By waves and waves of peacefulness
My story of midlife.....
Nose Bigger Than My Palate
9-28-18
Nose bigger than my palate
O, racket and O, mallet
The waiting is the hardest part
Given a taste of patience last night I cried Abba Father please stop
And so it happens again
Nice to get away from it for a little while
It's a wonder I knew not thunder
For spoil and plunder
Drawing near to Him by his mouth
All for our Syro-Phonecian
You all are invited when it is evening
You say, nice display as never again to betray
O how it makes us shudder
But who's we up in our tree
Giving it to the multitude
That's all he wrote....
Camel And Gnat
9-28-18
Usual pattern back to the grind
The last thing I want is more of mind
God, please be kind
And be not just a trinket around my neck
O, what the heck
On the way leading us through the churchyard
Near to me and my mouth smelling like a chimney
As children's bread is tossed to little dogs sitting like an angel
As to write this song it could be worse
Text reads madman in Grimm's fairy stories and more perfections
In its glories as to learn what shuddering is
O, write on for the bite almost gone
O, beware the leaven of bread piling up on our southeast corner
As to lose my blues
O, you of little faith as to travel far
All in this one
Dear, sole obsession
As to swallow a camel and strain a gnat....
Pseudo Lame
9-28-18
I don't see what the ruin is
In all of that crazy biz
As you made me lonely but I have no one to blame
For the near-shame in this wicked game and pseudo lame
And I'm lonely but I never get bored with the world right before us
It's time to go all raring as dreams are lightning and thunder desire trying
To get used to going without it up till the last minute as cooled in heaven
Power to you making her a poster up in puzzle pieces
And I've been rambling on for the sphere of my Christian profession
Dying to put a stop to it
Who do you say that I am
In lesser and latter known tales
As to triumph over evil and just two more cups before I go
Turn, turn!
On Matthew 16:17
9-28-18
As to be but managed in keeping circuits clean
Of all sediment for hobo intrusion ten times
When it rends you
Two more cups
Blessed art thou Simon-Barjona
If I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go
As one to earn ones bread like a beast with its horn
And when I return a million surprises
Put it behind you, please
Trying to remember no such ado
Of when I was ten years younger
Seeming to have presided in late lady's mirror
I see myself much clearer like fishes that change gender
As to not be apt to please everyone
Feeling like turning into gold
O, the things of men
We try to pull our way on through
Indeed if it could be managed
As soldiers come around to it.....
9-28-18
In the Greek our Apollimi
Sin of the week and more baloney out of regional Sidon and Tyre
And still you resist as still you harden your heart
As to pardon the horse and her cart trying too hard to do my own part
So what's it going to be today
So you say, "I don't know"
And are answered with, "O, yea and nay, wrong answer"
Back to the region of Magdala
God looks upon what one could yet but become
And such is my meat to do His will and not to spill nor kill
Look how my brother works in Apollumi
Seven and a few little fish as the diagnosis
Of the heart of man
By waves and waves of peacefulness
My story of midlife.....
Nose Bigger Than My Palate
9-28-18
Nose bigger than my palate
O, racket and O, mallet
The waiting is the hardest part
Given a taste of patience last night I cried Abba Father please stop
And so it happens again
Nice to get away from it for a little while
It's a wonder I knew not thunder
For spoil and plunder
Drawing near to Him by his mouth
All for our Syro-Phonecian
You all are invited when it is evening
You say, nice display as never again to betray
O how it makes us shudder
But who's we up in our tree
Giving it to the multitude
That's all he wrote....
Camel And Gnat
9-28-18
Usual pattern back to the grind
The last thing I want is more of mind
God, please be kind
And be not just a trinket around my neck
O, what the heck
On the way leading us through the churchyard
Near to me and my mouth smelling like a chimney
As children's bread is tossed to little dogs sitting like an angel
As to write this song it could be worse
Text reads madman in Grimm's fairy stories and more perfections
In its glories as to learn what shuddering is
O, write on for the bite almost gone
O, beware the leaven of bread piling up on our southeast corner
As to lose my blues
O, you of little faith as to travel far
All in this one
Dear, sole obsession
As to swallow a camel and strain a gnat....
Pseudo Lame
9-28-18
I don't see what the ruin is
In all of that crazy biz
As you made me lonely but I have no one to blame
For the near-shame in this wicked game and pseudo lame
And I'm lonely but I never get bored with the world right before us
It's time to go all raring as dreams are lightning and thunder desire trying
To get used to going without it up till the last minute as cooled in heaven
Power to you making her a poster up in puzzle pieces
And I've been rambling on for the sphere of my Christian profession
Dying to put a stop to it
Who do you say that I am
In lesser and latter known tales
As to triumph over evil and just two more cups before I go
Turn, turn!
On Matthew 16:17
9-28-18
As to be but managed in keeping circuits clean
Of all sediment for hobo intrusion ten times
When it rends you
Two more cups
Blessed art thou Simon-Barjona
If I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go
As one to earn ones bread like a beast with its horn
And when I return a million surprises
Put it behind you, please
Trying to remember no such ado
Of when I was ten years younger
Seeming to have presided in late lady's mirror
I see myself much clearer like fishes that change gender
As to not be apt to please everyone
Feeling like turning into gold
O, the things of men
We try to pull our way on through
Indeed if it could be managed
As soldiers come around to it.....
Thursday, December 13, 2018
7-up
Seven-up In Pompey
9-28-18
Redirecting it away as to be selecting it and keep it at bay
O how the morning breaks me
My O my is all it takes and O, how the shadows flee
All for the Cherokee as clouds of error fade in and out
As emerald and Jade nothing more to doubt
And a trip back to the lieu
I would if I were you all in Bakley Pratt and where it's at far from fat
As Majestic rises one body fits all sizes
Please no more surprises going to them in the highest time
To start getting ready to go
Yea, the time is now and I care not why
So I repeat the how all in the daughter of Herodias
And seven-up in Pompey......
Aspect (Hasten Not)
9-28-18
What will I say to God on the judgement seat
when it may as well be right now
Plotting the murder of Salome back to where the ponies roam
So they all ate and were filled and again so I am skilled as it is
When it's still sweet and hot as to provide a fresh caress and I taste of it again
As chastening doth repair
Did I bring something else to the table
Anything sounds good as fire in the morning
As to explain that I am mad loving to say that I've earned it
As to heed rebirth to this very place
O, send the multitude and indulge in all kinds of foods
All in Richard Warring
The lion inside is roaring
O, little Borrit would you be against us or for it
Go not too soon as the enlightening aspect of our moon.....
Cathedral (All Peace)
9-28-18
Already murmuring that it seems cold
All for dreams young and old
Too early for that
Too late for this
"All that heaven will allow"
It's a song you won't want to miss
And a quarter in Canaan yet grimacing
Easy to forget the five thousand fed not much more
To regret all that are read for the fragments that remain for loaves and two fishes
Soon about to go viral in public as home at Gad's hill
Close enough for comfort sensible and sharp for tuna day and carp
You would never believe me as to but deceive me
Soon to bridle all passions
O, lost sheep of the house
God have me to have a good weekend
"All peace", so crieth our cathedral....
9-28-18
Redirecting it away as to be selecting it and keep it at bay
O how the morning breaks me
My O my is all it takes and O, how the shadows flee
All for the Cherokee as clouds of error fade in and out
As emerald and Jade nothing more to doubt
And a trip back to the lieu
I would if I were you all in Bakley Pratt and where it's at far from fat
As Majestic rises one body fits all sizes
Please no more surprises going to them in the highest time
To start getting ready to go
Yea, the time is now and I care not why
So I repeat the how all in the daughter of Herodias
And seven-up in Pompey......
Aspect (Hasten Not)
9-28-18
What will I say to God on the judgement seat
when it may as well be right now
Plotting the murder of Salome back to where the ponies roam
So they all ate and were filled and again so I am skilled as it is
When it's still sweet and hot as to provide a fresh caress and I taste of it again
As chastening doth repair
Did I bring something else to the table
Anything sounds good as fire in the morning
As to explain that I am mad loving to say that I've earned it
As to heed rebirth to this very place
O, send the multitude and indulge in all kinds of foods
All in Richard Warring
The lion inside is roaring
O, little Borrit would you be against us or for it
Go not too soon as the enlightening aspect of our moon.....
Cathedral (All Peace)
9-28-18
Already murmuring that it seems cold
All for dreams young and old
Too early for that
Too late for this
"All that heaven will allow"
It's a song you won't want to miss
And a quarter in Canaan yet grimacing
Easy to forget the five thousand fed not much more
To regret all that are read for the fragments that remain for loaves and two fishes
Soon about to go viral in public as home at Gad's hill
Close enough for comfort sensible and sharp for tuna day and carp
You would never believe me as to but deceive me
Soon to bridle all passions
O, lost sheep of the house
God have me to have a good weekend
"All peace", so crieth our cathedral....
sacrament
Sacrament
9-28-18
Lazing in the lane of my latest craze
And such is three in the morning
Playing in my own maze on the go
O, terrible mindfulness
O, shame, our sure people
All for the sake wherein Jesus knows
As Zion rears us back to where the ponies roam
By cellophane and styrofoam as published in Salt Lake City
Get out of town so says the devil
And it is quite pretty still a latter-day-saints far as if it were my football team
Could it be a dream
O, could it be as attained as synonymous
Wherein part of me wants to go back
O, patriotic this sacrament
Still growing as to what it could have meant
As still I fail to repent....
As Presented (Musically Inclined)
9-28-18
I always prefer the reflection over the main thing
Yea, technically they can and I ask myself how did I pull that one off
And all I know to say is, "I just did"
Treble and unbeliever always thinking the worst case
On my windowsill another vase just call me Jase
In the first presidency prepare offering praises
Just follow through in that your den is the fruit of the real musick
Spelled with a 'k'
Answering with a blessing upon our heads
Still taking down names allowing such an awareness
Airing out our Ford by doubt given but garrilous back in '83
I just do me as far as the dimness of eyes can see
Musically inclined.....
I Thought Better Of It
9-28-18
This month I have many idols for book covers
And, "take a look"covers silent and corosive blessing
To the me that is to be
Do you see me stare into space as to spite my nose
And write out Grace and so I thought better of it
Still is a common phrase for horror fiction if you know what I mean
God cover me today in awe and reverence in great spirituality and devotion
As so the river flows north to another ocean
O sing as you tell and do your thing with fresh oil
Yet impudent let us memorize and plunder as to mesmerize
For the fire we were thrice under.....
9-28-18
Lazing in the lane of my latest craze
And such is three in the morning
Playing in my own maze on the go
O, terrible mindfulness
O, shame, our sure people
All for the sake wherein Jesus knows
As Zion rears us back to where the ponies roam
By cellophane and styrofoam as published in Salt Lake City
Get out of town so says the devil
And it is quite pretty still a latter-day-saints far as if it were my football team
Could it be a dream
O, could it be as attained as synonymous
Wherein part of me wants to go back
O, patriotic this sacrament
Still growing as to what it could have meant
As still I fail to repent....
As Presented (Musically Inclined)
9-28-18
I always prefer the reflection over the main thing
Yea, technically they can and I ask myself how did I pull that one off
And all I know to say is, "I just did"
Treble and unbeliever always thinking the worst case
On my windowsill another vase just call me Jase
In the first presidency prepare offering praises
Just follow through in that your den is the fruit of the real musick
Spelled with a 'k'
Answering with a blessing upon our heads
Still taking down names allowing such an awareness
Airing out our Ford by doubt given but garrilous back in '83
I just do me as far as the dimness of eyes can see
Musically inclined.....
I Thought Better Of It
9-28-18
This month I have many idols for book covers
And, "take a look"covers silent and corosive blessing
To the me that is to be
Do you see me stare into space as to spite my nose
And write out Grace and so I thought better of it
Still is a common phrase for horror fiction if you know what I mean
God cover me today in awe and reverence in great spirituality and devotion
As so the river flows north to another ocean
O sing as you tell and do your thing with fresh oil
Yet impudent let us memorize and plunder as to mesmerize
For the fire we were thrice under.....
it just is
It Just Is
9-28-18
O, what have I to gain in this
In that of pain following again ones bliss
Shift back into first gear
And turn it all over to Jesus
And be wary of how you mention it
As Herod heard and Tetrarch had seen
I really thought that the book was beginning to work for me
Like laughter to lurk for me
O, Herod the great from here on out
It's both love and hate
This raises the experience we have had anything or auto-pilot
As it needs not be sad as to be compulsively readable
In a sense of dissatisfaction for pesos and pence
In over the edge again by this dedication
As still I pilfer and purloin
Call it new discovery
In limb and loin this or not
It just is!
Five Thousand Fed
9-28-18
All in the reliable remedy
All for rambunctious Gaffney glorious and atmospheric
Keep up with your work so says the devil
Or could it be the truth O could it be?
In the ship fever of Barnett
All for the fix all again just for a cigarette
All in disappearing fragile framer in Aglio flames
Wondering how I can apply it to life
As to take myself to wife against the backdrop of history
All for the main cash crop for mystery
All in transubstantiation blisters bring them a tear
To but be as one to reach the sun
Then again on the run of bramble berries
And heart Levi make a new start....
Repeat Reevaluation
9-28-18
These pages thicker in Peavere Smith
And someone to mess with
And as well in on Batin Guard as one to come to understand as constricted
To our Metropolis
You're not fooling anyone
Not even our disappearing bounty
The damage has been done all in Schulman
Our pensionist and words flowery and beautiful
Hourly the countdown
All for the friction of German afternoons
No such misnomer among our loony tunes
Then I go racing, dancing and romancing
As so we persevere in itself driving straight into it
There she waits but it doesn't have to be dramatic
As in inevitability fade as to wallow and wade in all that God has made.....
Altogether Vanity
9-28-18
Given another fresh double A
Yea or nay what do you have to say
As to be the maddest soul on the block
Caught in a long detour as as the song is sore
As we will sing of Zion for sure peace
Jesus knows this
Keep it high as you mention such
And let's keep in touch all in utterances
Arriving at new biological hypothesis soon back down on my knees
That we might smile upon all of our foes
Love once more and lover of all the earth
O, whose to blame to another mother
And her rebirth as to mention it in the year of '07
Keep the peace today and you will find heaven
And at His best state altogether vanity.....
9-28-18
O, what have I to gain in this
In that of pain following again ones bliss
Shift back into first gear
And turn it all over to Jesus
And be wary of how you mention it
As Herod heard and Tetrarch had seen
I really thought that the book was beginning to work for me
Like laughter to lurk for me
O, Herod the great from here on out
It's both love and hate
This raises the experience we have had anything or auto-pilot
As it needs not be sad as to be compulsively readable
In a sense of dissatisfaction for pesos and pence
In over the edge again by this dedication
As still I pilfer and purloin
Call it new discovery
In limb and loin this or not
It just is!
Five Thousand Fed
9-28-18
All in the reliable remedy
All for rambunctious Gaffney glorious and atmospheric
Keep up with your work so says the devil
Or could it be the truth O could it be?
In the ship fever of Barnett
All for the fix all again just for a cigarette
All in disappearing fragile framer in Aglio flames
Wondering how I can apply it to life
As to take myself to wife against the backdrop of history
All for the main cash crop for mystery
All in transubstantiation blisters bring them a tear
To but be as one to reach the sun
Then again on the run of bramble berries
And heart Levi make a new start....
Repeat Reevaluation
9-28-18
These pages thicker in Peavere Smith
And someone to mess with
And as well in on Batin Guard as one to come to understand as constricted
To our Metropolis
You're not fooling anyone
Not even our disappearing bounty
The damage has been done all in Schulman
Our pensionist and words flowery and beautiful
Hourly the countdown
All for the friction of German afternoons
No such misnomer among our loony tunes
Then I go racing, dancing and romancing
As so we persevere in itself driving straight into it
There she waits but it doesn't have to be dramatic
As in inevitability fade as to wallow and wade in all that God has made.....
Altogether Vanity
9-28-18
Given another fresh double A
Yea or nay what do you have to say
As to be the maddest soul on the block
Caught in a long detour as as the song is sore
As we will sing of Zion for sure peace
Jesus knows this
Keep it high as you mention such
And let's keep in touch all in utterances
Arriving at new biological hypothesis soon back down on my knees
That we might smile upon all of our foes
Love once more and lover of all the earth
O, whose to blame to another mother
And her rebirth as to mention it in the year of '07
Keep the peace today and you will find heaven
And at His best state altogether vanity.....
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
alliteration
Pseudo Alliteration
9-27-18
Given Fanshake for financial security manifesting itself everywhere
As to foster friendship in Sophia and in Franklin
For the pseudo alliteration in this attending Bowdoin bleeding backwards
Particularly in nature on the shore of Sebago back in Salem, Massechusetts
How will we contend with horses as books emerge in shoe shine our fine line
For the peaks and its formation
Calling it the mystery of Cohen and Prine
By the favorite folk artists so far
As takes are gathered together and burned that we might have treasure today
And I will but prevail one body together with Gentiles to be delivered
And one more quick fix for the books....
Healing It In Gennesaret
9-27-18
O, crimson epistle thicket and thistle
Boscovs today and brambles at the end of my own epoch
For train tracks trodden upon truly
And more reasons to press on where separatists want reform
And I've forgotten that it was only Thursday calling itself the mystery of all sciences of history
As instructed knowing my sizes not as final in the visit
I'd do it all again just as well in Daughter Salome of our main gnome
On the fourth watch for salad bars forever offered by the forces of fate
Departing from there by boat kicking at a trashcan in Heron Antipus
So you ate and were filled no more too late as in love skilled
On the fourth watch of three to six
As true love has its way.....
On Matthew 14:20
9-27-18
Snowman back up and lit
In his illumination all for life all fit
Working around this vengeance bring them here to me
O, ye of little faith our satisfying treat of a book
Just come on home
It is lawful for you to feel welcome at Bookends
Defying expectation and the coming of the caravan
Like the wings of the dove in Bantam Classics and another stagecoach
Don't forget about the porkchops
O, my whose heart bouncing around as to be clean again and again
And to be born anew afresh where nothing will be impossible
Whistling and fishing in the heavens as to reveal the deepening in Charles Dickens
Hello again, captain
Fragments remain....
9-27-18
Given Fanshake for financial security manifesting itself everywhere
As to foster friendship in Sophia and in Franklin
For the pseudo alliteration in this attending Bowdoin bleeding backwards
Particularly in nature on the shore of Sebago back in Salem, Massechusetts
How will we contend with horses as books emerge in shoe shine our fine line
For the peaks and its formation
Calling it the mystery of Cohen and Prine
By the favorite folk artists so far
As takes are gathered together and burned that we might have treasure today
And I will but prevail one body together with Gentiles to be delivered
And one more quick fix for the books....
Healing It In Gennesaret
9-27-18
O, crimson epistle thicket and thistle
Boscovs today and brambles at the end of my own epoch
For train tracks trodden upon truly
And more reasons to press on where separatists want reform
And I've forgotten that it was only Thursday calling itself the mystery of all sciences of history
As instructed knowing my sizes not as final in the visit
I'd do it all again just as well in Daughter Salome of our main gnome
On the fourth watch for salad bars forever offered by the forces of fate
Departing from there by boat kicking at a trashcan in Heron Antipus
So you ate and were filled no more too late as in love skilled
On the fourth watch of three to six
As true love has its way.....
On Matthew 14:20
9-27-18
Snowman back up and lit
In his illumination all for life all fit
Working around this vengeance bring them here to me
O, ye of little faith our satisfying treat of a book
Just come on home
It is lawful for you to feel welcome at Bookends
Defying expectation and the coming of the caravan
Like the wings of the dove in Bantam Classics and another stagecoach
Don't forget about the porkchops
O, my whose heart bouncing around as to be clean again and again
And to be born anew afresh where nothing will be impossible
Whistling and fishing in the heavens as to reveal the deepening in Charles Dickens
Hello again, captain
Fragments remain....
quagmire
Quagmire
9-27-18
In the qaudrangle I get the cheap brand instead of the Wranglers
In yet a vacancy in Fletcher for tyrants all kings cleft by a crooked crack
Including reptiles explanatory notes as to polish their medals for the overview
Of key themes and rich make them what is it buck but another Metropolis
In Vivian tableaus as the final collection is applied for declines
On the Chapel Street eight lanes wide
Let's make the morning last for a mute reminder
Taking up Gaffney imaginative and atmospheric evoking a world of hidden marvels
In electronic eyelids biding the combination for horse cages and street whacking
Let 'em stay Stephen
Count it up quite frank....
At Gar's Hill
9-27-18
Just then the phone rang
As the dial tone sang for a bone pang
Under the Baltimore sun I meet you on the run in tales of New York
Pure bliss in bows and in chalice
As for the souls of Allen and Alice
All for the rainbow
Loving it in my field
We've got to get on with it
And never mind the sign that reads, "Yield"
Satisfyingly complex as to complicate the task
And hide behind another mask
Now you're cooking with oil
As we cast them out of the furnace as so teeth grind no longer
Now that my jaw is stronger so it will be at the end of the age
All among Granny's man halted singing behind bridges
Born in Pourtsea as the second of the eight sons
Stick to your guns in Hogarth back to Marshalsea
Accretion Revisited
9-27-18
As we quite wisely disagree for terms that evaporate
For the feelings of the text in fatality and fever
Where many knicks offend as to but defend
Choosing Chuzzlewit as less so to just say no to Hogarth
And to say, O yea, unforgettable
May us draw the line upon Cohen and Prine
O, young immigrant the machines do most of the work
Fraught with suspense for clusters dense and sixpence
Preparing it for presentation
We've come this far and there's no turning back
As it calls itself a mystery in a falling in and out of bridges built and burned
In the literary page turned brawny and old school
Call no man fool fared by accretion......
My Own Metropolis
9-27-18
Wardrobe window shopping is not life threatening
Of wishes sour and blissful hours accompanied by the sober altogether
We're not alone engaged with history in San Jose Mercury and our epic journey
God have me to go through with it
During its fulfillment still reading it for recreation
As so it will be the end of the age
Just turn the page standing by peaceful mists
And no such closed fists
Given a pair of virtual sunglasses to see clearer
All oxen, rams and asses
Being as one to give it back
Where humidity amazes the snowman
Let both grow together until the harvest in tundanetal hard times
In the buyer yea our sinner turning out to be the winner
As so the tares are gathered......
9-27-18
In the qaudrangle I get the cheap brand instead of the Wranglers
In yet a vacancy in Fletcher for tyrants all kings cleft by a crooked crack
Including reptiles explanatory notes as to polish their medals for the overview
Of key themes and rich make them what is it buck but another Metropolis
In Vivian tableaus as the final collection is applied for declines
On the Chapel Street eight lanes wide
Let's make the morning last for a mute reminder
Taking up Gaffney imaginative and atmospheric evoking a world of hidden marvels
In electronic eyelids biding the combination for horse cages and street whacking
Let 'em stay Stephen
Count it up quite frank....
At Gar's Hill
9-27-18
Just then the phone rang
As the dial tone sang for a bone pang
Under the Baltimore sun I meet you on the run in tales of New York
Pure bliss in bows and in chalice
As for the souls of Allen and Alice
All for the rainbow
Loving it in my field
We've got to get on with it
And never mind the sign that reads, "Yield"
Satisfyingly complex as to complicate the task
And hide behind another mask
Now you're cooking with oil
As we cast them out of the furnace as so teeth grind no longer
Now that my jaw is stronger so it will be at the end of the age
All among Granny's man halted singing behind bridges
Born in Pourtsea as the second of the eight sons
Stick to your guns in Hogarth back to Marshalsea
Accretion Revisited
9-27-18
As we quite wisely disagree for terms that evaporate
For the feelings of the text in fatality and fever
Where many knicks offend as to but defend
Choosing Chuzzlewit as less so to just say no to Hogarth
And to say, O yea, unforgettable
May us draw the line upon Cohen and Prine
O, young immigrant the machines do most of the work
Fraught with suspense for clusters dense and sixpence
Preparing it for presentation
We've come this far and there's no turning back
As it calls itself a mystery in a falling in and out of bridges built and burned
In the literary page turned brawny and old school
Call no man fool fared by accretion......
My Own Metropolis
9-27-18
Wardrobe window shopping is not life threatening
Of wishes sour and blissful hours accompanied by the sober altogether
We're not alone engaged with history in San Jose Mercury and our epic journey
God have me to go through with it
During its fulfillment still reading it for recreation
As so it will be the end of the age
Just turn the page standing by peaceful mists
And no such closed fists
Given a pair of virtual sunglasses to see clearer
All oxen, rams and asses
Being as one to give it back
Where humidity amazes the snowman
Let both grow together until the harvest in tundanetal hard times
In the buyer yea our sinner turning out to be the winner
As so the tares are gathered......
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Americanthation
Americanthation
9-26-18
Driving my English teacher half insane and three quarters mad
In our Americanization in its own artistic tradition as it happen
This a way for European models attaining a last frontier
Time to get a move on pinching it our of the Skivvy's room
As I take my sweet truth with me to the tomb
Lead us not into temptation
Life has been kind so far than what it is
Buck not to unlearn my truth of lyrics as sure as a hockey puck
As to break the news to us gently towards a blunt cape adorned in new paganism
Not taken in the books
Time to get a move on so says my shadow
Keeping precooked sentiments for Malachi
Fees free to ask why....
Moment Of Silence
9-26-18
Hey take that hook and bait it
Don't need to hate it in Hawthorne
O, crimson epistle
O, the mockery of it up in Dottyville one herd to spare Onalalos
They halted looking toward the blunt care as the air is still coming in
For the kill of another secret code such as this
Wiping again ones razorblade ten miles away from here and now
In twice-told tales lead us not into temptation
If Wilde were only acing to tell it like it is
All in Fanshawe as followers of the transcendentalist way of life
Particularly in nature by the rage of Calibar keep vigilant above uninvited guests
In our cracked looking glass selling Jalep to Zulus and to the oxychap
And soon time to go.....
Omphalos
9-26-18
Awesome and reckoning
Let's invite them over again
Welcome to Chincotogue for the air to flash the things
We talk it over still leapfrogging in young shouts of moneyed voices
They halted as food is preserved while salted
Looking towards the blunt Cape of Bray Head
O, as darling feel it as the days are sufficient to be as for the dragnet
I'll be right here to hold you in Skivvy's room from peering eyes
Just enjoy your last two cups of coffee
At least for now
Yea, just sit there and sip and sup
To ourselves new hedonism Omphalous as I forgive and forget and move on
And no more turn aside and brood upon love's bitter mystery
Just sit there and pray without ceasing.....
9-26-18
Driving my English teacher half insane and three quarters mad
In our Americanization in its own artistic tradition as it happen
This a way for European models attaining a last frontier
Time to get a move on pinching it our of the Skivvy's room
As I take my sweet truth with me to the tomb
Lead us not into temptation
Life has been kind so far than what it is
Buck not to unlearn my truth of lyrics as sure as a hockey puck
As to break the news to us gently towards a blunt cape adorned in new paganism
Not taken in the books
Time to get a move on so says my shadow
Keeping precooked sentiments for Malachi
Fees free to ask why....
Moment Of Silence
9-26-18
Hey take that hook and bait it
Don't need to hate it in Hawthorne
O, crimson epistle
O, the mockery of it up in Dottyville one herd to spare Onalalos
They halted looking toward the blunt care as the air is still coming in
For the kill of another secret code such as this
Wiping again ones razorblade ten miles away from here and now
In twice-told tales lead us not into temptation
If Wilde were only acing to tell it like it is
All in Fanshawe as followers of the transcendentalist way of life
Particularly in nature by the rage of Calibar keep vigilant above uninvited guests
In our cracked looking glass selling Jalep to Zulus and to the oxychap
And soon time to go.....
Omphalos
9-26-18
Awesome and reckoning
Let's invite them over again
Welcome to Chincotogue for the air to flash the things
We talk it over still leapfrogging in young shouts of moneyed voices
They halted as food is preserved while salted
Looking towards the blunt Cape of Bray Head
O, as darling feel it as the days are sufficient to be as for the dragnet
I'll be right here to hold you in Skivvy's room from peering eyes
Just enjoy your last two cups of coffee
At least for now
Yea, just sit there and sip and sup
To ourselves new hedonism Omphalous as I forgive and forget and move on
And no more turn aside and brood upon love's bitter mystery
Just sit there and pray without ceasing.....
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