Beth Peor

Back In Beth Peor
9-5-19

Long lost as to belong to its cost
I take the mission again for thirty dollars and demise
Another gameplan
Call it good paint
O, absurd saint
I drink it for the sky still filled with stars
Beyond illusion in my own new roll
All for heart and soul
As our hedges are searched
To run another race
March steed comes comes in first
All for neither dancing with Eugene long lost
As to the here and now best abandoned
Let them not hinder you used by a redhead
In ways auspicious alive while dead
Where junkie dances are set on fire
For the God in our greatness
Carrying out the fruit of life
Such facts have been around the block
With caveman clouds and eider downs
She's still special to me.....





Sitting On The Code
9-5-19

As brothers try to switch and bend
Thank you for being my friend
One more before I hit the road
As I sit on the code
Baldness meet for the ode
Just the way the root beer pours into a cup of ice
And I just won't sweat it
Cigarettes tasted like clear breaths
O, quicken me with self control
In one whom misses out using preteen terms of humility
Sleeping in on school days to my dismay
As to eat roller berries and survive in my death poet style
Among grammar abused on the bank of the river Arnon
Time to walk down there and sing a song or two....






Recounting Worthies
9-5-19

Ton of bricks lifted from my chest again
Sleeping in on school days
Bumming drags from witches and hags under Og
King of Bashan and a digital pocket likened among true disciples
And a good kind of digression when it comes to the steam of consciousness
No more caffeine of extension
Thank you angel of other vocabularies
Where the noise keeps me on my toes and Jesus knows
All is well down to my toes as one to experience my twenty-six
Extra sensory perceptions as to lip a few more in the verb tense under red lights
Of soft nights building another vocabulary like a bookshelf
Two men get the job done at Hemon today the missing of the sun from Arorer
To cross my avenue recounting the law.....