Friday, April 17, 2020

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Icons Fixed
1-12-20

To realize enlightenment
One must learn how to forgive and forget
On dirty days in Relsetti for the new song of retreat
Get it right verily in the verisimilitude of virtue
And images of tragic personages accepted as icons
Fixed by Euripides of counterculture in reorganization
Of what were you being
Where I stepped off again just taking turns
Giving her a peck on the cheek
Happy in Hardolytus
In the pool of tendons
For old commas to illustrate the operation
And live today as if it were my last...





Soul Encipher (Press Onward)
1-12-20

On first Kerioth of Mars mane alive today
It's up to the dance to put in another load of cash come weapons
As daybreak you always brighten up my day
As Sylvia is determined to make it happen in us
By diplomats of Alison heart and soul etched how
For our spoken dominion and unusually warm ones
And the promises of new suns highly conventionalyzed
In Aeon transition bank in the coffee ground and baccy
Heaven indeed in transition distracted from the nation
As the sun sinks in the sea....





Algestis In Allis
1-12-20

Dry at four
Fold at five at Auhis agreeing with Algetis with ancestry
Love save the baby for you are due
Invited to a feast among Trojan women
We of few for our flower names of parody
I did what I did still trying to read nine books at the same time
In Sylvia sweet salvation all for hands in Wessex in our atrocious enclosed
And another warm one for choral eyes regaining the passage
For a gauge inn definition and another proposition burning Mordiic meager.....





Rest In Peace, Neil
1-12-20

On another Thursday Nelson ground
I dig that sound
Thank you Grandfather for turning me onto the music
Ball in covering six seeming today healing and recovery in singing it out
As if it were my last
Just go and give them sunburn
And make arrangements as to reappear for tete-e-tete
Menagerie and mete
Shady Dolon ground for the ongoing elite
Of the issue of the tissue
Making a grown man cry
At four I fold
At five look alive
To have another bed and call it my work
In our firey source of course....






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