Chaldee

Chaldee
9-24-18

Sun darkener in her going forth knowing north
In this suspicion all days grow short as we reach October
That ye may know the truth in all things
The worst that can happen is that I meet up with the big boss
And end up carrying my cross as turning whiter shades of grey
Hey, hey
By inquisition by means of just this
If you must cling to someone
Sometimes I don't know why I even bother
For the pity upon the fruit of the womb
Call if you need anything at all
Coming from a far country
It doesn't need to be dramatic
What would life be without it
As to be hanging on a higher bough
Of my tree for the beauty of the Chaldee
Set your people free.....





Sail On
9-24-18

For Chozen days and frozen fillets
Like a bridge we are close now as brothers and as friend singular
As to dare my pen and pad getting it on tape
Yea, my bad cruel both with fierceness and wroth in the astronomical 
For such a bridge authentic sail on golden gal
Back to ones land of promise
The bridge is not something to hate or even fear
In number one New York Times Bestsellers
As I feel our de mains in Willie our natural stone forced to recant
As I own everything that I see in Huguenot and Edict of Nantes
When their gone they're gone wind down before you wind up back in town
O, Charles de Main each time I learn of it
Temporarily lonesome
How art thou fallen
Sail on!






Bestseller
9-24-18

Seeing signs of preparations
As God prepares a place for you by another hallucination
Of our confidence flag true to the faith
Can it be?
In holiday seasons
Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas
Not in any particular order with excellent results
As my world is extended by way of pen in its going forth
As for servants and handmaids
She walks out on me for my own best interests
Unto whom we are captives all for the Word in the sky
But not just somewhere out there
Changing firmaments as there are clouds
In expanses in a love like ours  never dying
Beautiful and poignant as to ascend into heaven for coffee at seven-eleven
O, do I reiterate for naught?







Confederate Flag's Way
9-24-18

In '87 our aristocrat
Knowing I must see her again
Search not in vain like the shining beach sand
Carving ones last notch still smoking in the path as bows dash us to pieces
Flying high to a place from a plain and its driving me insane
How art thou fallen
How may I help you if I can
For old fashioned karma settling like dew
Upon autumn grasses as hell from beneath is rolled away like molehills
Made from mountains in a time like this to turn it over to Jesus
For dragons in pleasant places on wagons like pheasant races
O, caress trodden time to post it.....