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My Error And My Good
9-25-18

My error, my good
No such terror in aspen wood
Looking into your blue eyes to find myself
Liking blowing right away it is real
Genuinely so in Alexander for French and some of ours
The same darn tune
That's about all she wrote, Amen
Continue prayer without ceasing
Open not the house of his prisoners and slaves
As to imbibe what one pines for and craves
O, thou whole Palestinia what shall they answer the messengers
And missionaries of the Priesthood
O, eastwood surely as I have thought up a little bit too early
But I will so do
I be joined with them in burial
As if it were something new.....






Involved (Emerge)
9-25-18

Up at three
Just being me
To choose I am free yet in captivity
O, sweet bitter be not a quitter all for mindfulness on the go
I sneak out and let Jesus know
Hey me, I'm up at three as if to be
All the symptoms persist
My cheek she kissed to welcome me back home
As many simple joys to yet emerge all for the leaven
Of the boys to yet budge
Yea, everything for a moment yet luminous
As Nephi glories in plainness as Jews return from Babylon
Is it safe to travel at night?
It's safe to stay right here before they pick up our trail
O, thou whole Palestinia art dissolved as resolved
These days more involved......






Chozen Days
9-25-18

I've got blessings
Yea, I've got sweet
I've got sweet caressings
I've got good eats as to be joined with them in burial
As to meet again some sunny day O funny way
As yet runny to but pray as the now of the people
To but yet trust given a drum roll of chains that tarnish and next for reign and remnant
Son and nephew as the seed of evildoers one of four
Every one of them back to their own house as to pick a bone with ones spouse
And so I do this till it's time to go and return to my haven to let my friends know
And as we turn our corner we take it slow all in those days
And soon frozen ways
And Chozen days....







Beyond Dissatisfaction
9-25-18

All for Celtic wisdom and such Hinduism
The trumpet sounds like my uncle
Back in the days of Simon and Garfunkle
The child has grown five feet ten and the sunny boy shines again
By way of generic pen on the spray
The mist as to begin the day with the opened fist
And the wonder where I have gone rooted in Jesus' call to penance
Prayer and love chair and glove
Cage to but shove as to call it a peak moment upon mountaintops
Am I too young is it there soon
In joy and perplexity of another waning moon
Let them talk as away I walk for my best interests
Undivided as one and alive come three AM
As dim eyes can but see.....