Roslyn

Back In Roslyn
10-1-18

It is a God given privelage just to own her books
All in Guy de Maupassant
Say not that this all hath been in vain
slowly as for a little while
Yea, I'll figure it out when so it is
And I cross the bridge when indeed I'd arrive
Deadened by the stash and litter of kittens as given
Get the job done today for the love of God
Do something about it
Six hundred years since we depart
As to glory in plainness in dramas brief but bright
Building again our Baltimore by brimstone betrayed
Behold my soul delighteth
O, keep on keeping on
As Jesus descends with a chariot of fire
Never mind the choir
As the poor of us doth yet trust.....






On Second Nephi 24:31
10-1-18

Working hard or hardly working
So said the boss
I still carry my cross as with the static
Hoping to do the right thing today and touch not what remains
For original Dover Selections quite naturalistic
Apparently I have more than enough
Get it done today as screameth my conscience
Howl, O gate and cry, O city
Glory to God in the highest not meant in wait for money spent
Insane amply displayed
Don't go today almost six in the morning
I'd give it to you if it were mine in the first place
Of a worth unto us good enough
Time to do another leap and make my bed
As all noise ceases
Cry, O city.....






Fitted Sheet
10-1-18

I go a'cheating off their hymnbook
To never walk back again
Give it time and try to forget all error that already has been done
Where angels come to visit those that believe in something
O, latter day glory tell your next story
And such is up as to succor the cup restoring their judges
Can you see what I mean in all boasting
As so sometimes the machines do most of that dirty little work
In all exultantcy all for this reflection as Jesus responds with His chariot
Lower now blinded twain the how
Time to make that bed and get on with the day
And without ceasing pray......





As To Discover
10-1-18

As so they say it's up to you
O, be my brother and don't bother
Fine and dandy as of now
Such is all we can know as so sometimes silence is my silver curd
In everlasting utterance all for the diner like the apiary
O, what can I say but Jesus help me with the second aid thing wind in every moment
Our miracle come Delidernie infusion
Israel come home as to graft in again all followers
Now that the job is halfway done
Real according to sword swallowers
O, will we ever be as one
Lord set me free from this ado
As we burst the fetters in taboo carrion
Who will heal the wounds.....