beseem

I Draw My Sword (Beseeming)
6-20-19

By passion for utter purity and another way about it
God bless the metaphysical just as well
Of holy writ just the same very clean tomorrow
Moaning for the damsel bidden of mysteries no longer hidden
For downward eyes on glancing corners in our many truths
Stay safe this weekend and I pray to be loving to Mother
Who is like You glorious in holiness beseeming the perfect virgin
But not flawless still at it for Jesus and his love
O, how poignant as to reach out and touch them
For chiefs of Edom in our wilderness made alive as cavorting....





Tongues And Doings
6-21-19

Jerusalem is ruined and Judah is fallen
As we are oppressed so far away to provoke the eyes of His glory
For the judge portent and ardent in climactic students far away from home
Mind the coolness of early morning dew
As babes rule over us my word as my only fun till this afternoon
Yet still cavorting skills far and wide
On greener headpiece because of their tonsures
And rulings for the whole stay of bread and the elements
So are to be expressed in some like yours
Come what may true love for me.....






Inebriated Again (Drunk On Substance)
6-21-19

Keeping an eye on the promised land
Je suis fatastiiue for obstacles in my way
And another good day
In spite of the elements inebriated for the harvest
As to make a note and let the rain fall
Nobody's fault the excellency of the comely as to be the escaped
Of Israel verification calls when all else fails
Dancing in seductive ways
Key to her room there too
oi je suis o, yes!
Someone to rub elbows with morning
Are we going to Paris too rich, James
Go ahead and call me names
Water for all scrubbing off the red paint.....






Still Along Mount Zion
6-21-19

DJ spinning Sinatra's classics
Wicked ill with those righteous
Well, what do we have to beg, borrow or sell
Needing God's help again soon time too few to mention
For after school detention when I took the long way home
Is it really so sad
Resorts, I have few just like brand new
Soon to bridle my passions all for veal in veils
No one seems to care as connections come to pass
Of time which withers doing away with mufflers and bonnets
By the writing of new sonnets
Judge I pray you betwixt me and my vineyard.....