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Mainstay
6-20-19

Back in time to compose penance
As a motivation guilt like Roman
O, of what but an uppercut
Made it back in time to do laundry
and the Lord hardens the heart of Pharaoh
And the time was never right
O, gracious lessons thine
As to wine and dine and perform a new sign
O, why kneel thee for negotiations in Nagr desire for a new experience
This calls for another nicotine fix and desire is both created and destroyed
O, life up your rod back in poetic paradise as presumed in that you wanted to
As ones mainstay
O, what is it?






Mother Please Be Kind
6-20-19

Back in time for business as usual
Why, mother please be kind to brother
I don't mind to hold tight to ones heart's desire for more coffee
To tend your own fire
James probably presumed as I wanted to let us alone
So we might serve them
Hey, readers it's up to you how you take this message
All of being with divine Mother in all manifestations
All for our Ramakrisna to go beyond swing low and catch the breeze
So out of focus in pillar of clouds
Standing behind those that spill
Want it as the haunt it.....





Aquabra
6-20-19

Aware of the ways of the world without partaking
Back in our statesroom to experience it at an older age
In all acuity shooting the dung with another Kieth and sister Carrie
As one that would never marry due to the lack of accountability for abominable
New variations today as clean as a bell
O, what have I become?
Between Migdol and the sea
Coffee at home much richer
O, why have we done this up in orderly ranks
Still giving thanks
Hosiah to have composure to fill their gas tanks
Where none are bewildered pursuing our children
Back down in Rephaim towns to the gulf of Aquabra.....






Another Untitled One
6-20-19

The time is now and the Word is love all for our gospel plow
Below and above tell me no lie
when tomorrow I go home utterly forlorn
No longer now that I am wiser and stronger
Before our oak our hollow as I cross over the Gulf of Aquabra
Coffee is ready steady, Eddie
Back in Rameses thank you for calling back in Succoth
On our transitioner routes of the sweetest flower
As love grows old to be new again
Making way of deliverance all for Panecea to all sickness
O, who goes before the camp.......