skygunner

Skygunner Uncertain
2-13-19

In skygunner uncertain hand
Say you want to understand
Blow ye the cornet in Gibea and trumpet in Ramah
For the skies and the rivers and hesitating with the shivers being no more a son
But an heir in apostolic succession all for forks at half past twelve today it's do or die
In Skygunner uncertain hands and the wind in the great fields
And the bulldog of Aquin skybrightly enough to point the finger at our Shaman
By the scroll of our Gothic moat in faraway green valley
We never were born for nature
O, merry Puritan please pass the pepper.....





Blast You (I Have Reasons)
2-13-19

O, what links us in nature
O, mother of life supernatural
I am blinded by the same token
As He who makes the scene tomorrow
Blast you, I have reasons in Amplius
In over Eglinton eyes a merry Puritan all for the pixels
In my left eye as errors wrote son, be not a father as to come out with my silver touch
And golden feel down for nature I couldn't be more real
Going back to our hallucination cleaner than what is real in cunning and slandering
What of all the will to do?






Skybrightly
2-13-19

Looking up skybrightly
Like Jesus through the steam in the street
For a pen that runs smooth by our dream of going barefoot
Reacting in Him as to shudder and uncertain hard errors as to write
Well done on the grill run by propane for less pollution all in good season
Someday on the rodeo speak our names O, nephews dividing attention
His youth and his father's envy in Utica Mediterranean utile
No more futile polishing pearls of parlay like thirsty absentee
Sorrow not me no work shall be impossible in Sabellius share stedfast....