heresay

Hearsay
10-30-18

All I want is to go home and sleep and dream of you
In my frame-like expression of weariness
As to sacrifice Padillo in cynical deals in the way it feels
All for Le Carre-esque plot of opportunity
Time to pack it in back in the groove your move
As one to prove
O, arm awesome by the banquet of baptism by fire
Call me again a liar for everyone is someone
In the eyes of the Creator
O, what have I more to gain in this
For to follow the Hebrew alphabet.....





Avith (No Such)
10-30-18

In what I have that remains
Pleasing my own percussion in Arioch for fear and respect
All for our moon god but O, what is it for the ax head of barrel
Among our children in a wooden handle that floats back to the camp of Mizpeh
All for the cheribum by the difference and the sum
Going rambling again down a bunny trail in the wrong holiday
What one is more of our tribes
Going back to Avith
I think so in Hadad our Capitol
Today it's nobody's rush.....






Butterfield
10-30-18

Point well taken even in being mistaken
As latched for the cutting stone as all Assyrians are conquered
All for the sake of the pen by one tribe cut off and grafted in again
For our rage against all perdition of burning magnificent sagas
The war takes its devastating toll cuddled in Elizabeth's arms
This is the real thing this time around in tumultous tales of passion
Seven dollars remain as servants err yet idle with tongues to bridle.....






He Did It (For Us)
10-30-18

From Philadelphia to glittering Paris
In the grandest of tradition
I have nothing more to contribute
But the songs of hope sometimes given too much rope
Of our grandest tradition and comforts of home all in mustard steward
And a freedom to choose leading us into more bondage
Fade away or burn out
O, what one is there of tribes to write it
In that we can't fight it
Although it is for froth foam and fizz
Admit He is magnificent
He won, yea, He did it......






In Array To Fight
10-30-18

Of stirr-like three your out and about again
In an overhand pitch for our warchildren
Being more in love than she has as Princeton teams go wild
And I humble myself as a little child
I've been waiting for so long
Just for a bag of candy corn
By our French second empire of raw dynasty
As to wait for your whims translated from the Arabic
By thin Scott Hurr of ones Edinburgh
Childhood waiting for someone
Wasn't He magnificent.....