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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....