suffer

...Word As To Suffer...
2-12-19

You are still a part of me so I bear with you a little folly
As to take care in the melencholy
I would that you should remember me
So say they whom make things work
As to suffer in ignorance as to have dwindled
Like a fire to be kindled in Volney and in Paine
O, jump right in and we soon move on together throughout the land
As to go up to the temple to seal the deal
In the labor of Zarahelma picking it up where I left off
As to suffer anguish and to consider their books again
As to go up to the temple and hear our own words
As to but loafe in abeyance
O, my treasure
O, my treasure in Paine
None are slain....





Patriarchal Today
2-12-19

She doesn't give up
I push her down and she jumps right back up into my lap
By our eldest down to the youngness
What do you even see in them
Being separate never getting lonesome among spirits that guide us
But not to pride us as King Benjamin addresses us and I give unto them a name of my own
Choosing when good seems to be losing seeming no more such secularism
In families patriarchal today sitting on top of the world  according to ones descendants
Pitching tents round about
More than what I of myself can yet perform
Today or tomorrow going out to get what I need.....






Voices Say, "Assemble Again"
2-12-19

May we gather together and celebrate another Sacrament
So the voices say for good or ill recounting all equity
God inspire me today to write volumes of several pages of epiphany
As to council us to serve our heavenly king
Be prepared for a no go in Mosiah addressing our people
Back at the assembly of worship
They still ask me if I believe that it's true
And I know how that goes as to contradict myself
Like Johnny Cash did once or twice
Still willing to pay the price concerning all records
Which are still being engraved as I begin to float
To speak to our own whatever it entails
It is for ones best interest....






Space For Jam
2-12-19

More space for our jams
Introspective for impovisation
Worst case scenerio go out tomorrow
Lock and key still in my cage past the first three gates
Just another memory for scepters and rambling on down rabbit trails
Leading us to rare trials to strengthen our faith for eddies and currents
Of air to procreate and originate with lips so tender we are destroyed from sunup to sundown
And restored out on the east end of town without rearranging it
O, do they go away to die even without wisdom
No doubt tomorrow
We get out......