Missing Links Revisited
2-8-19
Fold at eleven thirty and soon later on get down and dirty
As recycled in clouds is the love that comes down in the rain
In my seeking of persistence to bury everything to but again exhume
To decorate the dead for dedications of deities delerious by missing links and maidens
Made of ladies as we treat them like such
Let's stay in touch wanting to find out just what she is to me
To be my Valentine to take her with me under my hat
And soon again feed my cat
Brain still under my pillow all for the strain of my willow
Where prisoners take rest to nether
O, how can I return?
He's One Of Us
2-8-19
Ravens fan waits for the bus
He's one of us in a need for love to cry again
Showing my deepest gratitude yesterday
As so today I'm back at it as night surrounds my favorite sermons
As so it will determine delight in daring demonstration
Where sleeping is like flying like the wild geese from the east
And frosty air good room for living
Time to run a vacuum and get on with it
The friction of work cut out for me
Paying one back with warmth and consolation
Raven fans are content even with no power at the Superbowl
Nice shoes, my man
Good news the best I can....
Avalon Peninsula (Of Newfoundland)
2-8-19
Spinning around the clock
Hands invisible
Sands indivisible and time but an illusion
As I cheer it on and soon get on with printing pages and posting some more
As if going to war all for back in the day when I'd love to travel with the tunes
Spinning my wheels the pining kneels at Newfoundland our Avalon Peninsula
That's the trick to it
Putting brother Rick to it sweet and bitter
In souls a satisfied blindness essential to return again to where I belong
As to give more earnest heed bearing them witness
God be praised in the world to come
Verily faithful.....
On Job 3:21
2-8-19
Hidden treasures
Megadeth's most underrated album
Yet we need to come up with a better word
For the same old same old that must be transcended
As so I can always return to second base if that's what it takes
All for Mama Mia and our gang at the harbor
As the small are great with divers miracles
And gifts of the Holy Ghost
O, why is light given to a man whose way is hid
Soon time for a late breakfast always too soon but never too late
Considering the Apostle faithful to He that appoints him
Time to get rocking and printing them up.....
On Job 4:1
2-9-19
As the light is given him
Wherefore is the darkness to shelter sensitive eyes
For the thing I greatly anticipate is come upon me
And I had rest and safety as trouble came right on
Time without its crime for a dollar and a dime
Another used book as to rejoice exceedingly
Where we can find the footstool more than just cool
Giving a more earnest heed to slowing down
I write more legible for the Word is spoken
And Spirit is proclaimed in the rhythm of fallen fervent rain
And gladness above all fellows beloved
Wouldn't you love to be there someday
In our Temanites, Grace......
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