Friday, April 24, 2020

bloodthirsty

Bloodthirsty And Bold
1-12-20

Rest in peace, Neil
Not according to what a man can but feel
As one to slip on another's banana peel
Where the love of music is real
And that's the deal and I have the day off
Living as if my own days are numbered
As encumbered with no further and now
Display discombobulated in our westwood
Pulling up a chair over the neighborhood
Playing 2112 again for the sake of pad and pen
Into the full circle from another one-eighty
As to refrain as another siren is ready
Too lonely as to appear again before angels fallen
As to care of Vienna.....





Someone Anon (Peck Of The Cheek)
1-12-20

Obviously waiting for someone
For a kiss on the lips
Like a peck on the cheek
Have a good week and cry Amen to the meek
Yea, you know I do casually dressed in black
In another lifetime we couldn't hold but weary of this spoil and plunder
Given the drummer whom wrote the lyrics
A drumstick on rice for In Wiener Schnistel and mobile phones to recharge
As praying hawks lift me up
Go Cody, my brother make it happen
I wouldn't care sobeit in the morning
And the other way as silence crawls under the door
O, Jesus tell us that we are someone anon.....





Mother Loves You
1-12-20

Icon precipice and perpendicular
In a song written about a man in white South Africa
Unconsciously they take my tonsils out for this Tonglen
Given breakfast as to work racks on occasion Occidental with bigger shoes to fill
Mother loves you in spaces between love and there even when we drink Weiselgurger
Blabbering out desperate models sing to tarry for albums ahead of myself and masquerades
It could be wise to activate ones prayer capsule and swallow it whole
To pass another hour in supplication
Where two or more are gathered in this name and Word.....





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