Amethyst

Immoral Amethyst
2-6-19

Of all doubtful disputation is dissipation
Our excess as to bless things we confess
In mysticism of sanctity shift back into second gear
When you turn those corners by the warmth of the Pacific
With a roof over my head as set off ashore
Where the mariner wants more in the aristocrisy of wisdom and Spirit
Sinking ink pleasurable void drinking water
The best thing for you in times like these by intuition
In places yet to be going to ones immoral amethyst....






Looking For Wordsworth And Shannon
2-6-19

Of chimney between smokes
Thank you for your understanding
And for pronouns with you proper name
She could never be sure looking for Wordsworth and William H. Shannon
A name of a great life
Someone must have said it in tastes, deeds, desires and hopes
That is what tends without warning upon this bewilderment
At seven on the tip of ones nose
Loving the petal for its rose of pragmatic branches
As it all goes down in Cistercian studies
Aware of yourself as an individual
All for joy to the world and peace and love in the stars.....






Patient Haste (Our Original Face)
2-6-19

Out of the hole yet to climb back inside
Acting like some kind of lunatic when it comes to my books
With a story to tell but not about good looks
Yet to reiterate for ones wonderful foresight
God be kind to me today going down Merton's dark path
Compartmentalized in distracted existence and more resistance
Back to the Shire for enacting preludes and authorized editions full of portent
As to jump on it dotting I's and crossing T's
For the flaming of the inner self
Glad you could make it
Evading every concept....