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....