pointsetta

Pointsetta
9-23-18

Hard to pretend that all is well
Into this furnace I sally for you
Whom I cannot deny
Part three of the each to all of my architects
All for Pointsetta tactics
Is it I each would but inquire for love everlasting
As some of us turn our mounts as the walls grow thin by experience
In life's military ways as so it seems
As it comes as a shock in the Calalryman's textbook and all ingenuity
O, is it I?
As we cast mounts for the static coming on to nothing
so it amounts all in the dragnet you are covered by the blood
O, is it I?
Still in my third denial
And a change of faces as black horses veer
I give my heart a medal and a cookie
Is it I?






More Mud
9-23-18

Back to my Cohen afterworld
Before the order of Richmond Times
Hear those chimes
Times are a'wasting so the devil tries to say
Do what you must far from mechanical O melencholy madness
Little by little so it will be at the end of the age where I put a stop to it
As to close my heart and open my mouth in a new parable
O, so relevant the music in triumph over death
And blue remiss a pearl is formed to make it real in oysters boisterous
All for clouds like gauze veils soaked and drying out with nothing to reveal
Save insanity in this and a sermon I won't want to miss of fringed gauntlet
As a human being I am yet carnal
Down the slope we go rolling as to lift this glass of blood....






On Second Nephi 20:26
9-23-18

Praying for those less fortunate
I better say my grace for the destruction of Assyria
No one is to blame as to furnish the fruit of the stout heart
After the manner of where we come from in ancient stones
And blunts to make things cheap in a place where all things will be reconciled
In spite of the madness as one to loosen my grip on the path
No one in sight but a loving crowd to join today
Meeting brother Tim and Midian at the Rock of Oreb
For thorns and briers of one day
Thank God it's not that simple
As to make a consumption for my heart like ice
Crowded and cold where it never gets old among fat ones
Leanness wait and see
God have the sermon to be right up my alley
After the manner of where we come from.....






Into Aiath (Not Forsaken)
9-23-18

Kindling a fire and burning where the morning is swift
As a weaver's shuttle confined to captivity in all that is necessary
I'll be there soon looking this way and that as soldiers press on
With their sempre prize in crosshairs
Mind that cool breeze soon to freeze at the song the truncheon lost my train of thought
Stirring up new clouds as moments flash like mirrors
Time for poetry in action chugging and rumbling through the promised land
Peak out Seamus clung in the shadow
No turning back now after the manner of Suran soon into Egypt again
Given the calmness and composure in all of it
Be not afraid of the Assyrian as to come to Aiath
In the stem of Jesse....