savior

 Savior, Wake Me

6-2-20

Peaceably carrying in Roy cook 

All for another longhand written book 

Ten pens was all it took in time and space desires 

Under God's grace leaving me starving 

About the size of the dead day for this gibberish 

Pay in cash and for calmness due to latrines 

Women in too dry of which I call on 

Low laundry in one man 

Yet for a C minus for every latitude 

In ones own as to jest 

To wind down at five 

Of typhoons all in eminence 

In mirror images ordering all God speed 

Counting such as substitutes 

To swing around and fail 

I cry out 

Savior, wake me....

Please God , Wake Me

6-2-20

Savior, wake me 

In the portals of all I need

Where i want more fresh air 

Give me one extra season 

As to not retrieve 

I'm roaring as to declare of it 

Lesser of surgery enter with fine might to nest 

Gentle and bright 

Next to create Pagan moralizers 

Here normal in novitiates immune

Where we are inexuseable 

As to wickedness and visitors pleasant 

Please God wake me 

In Grandson and in Tennyson 

As to be reaching inward for well homes 

As winds are black 

For us to know one dichotomy 

In real neighborhoods 

Bye and bye a change....

Our Captain (Cares For Us)

6-2-20

Bye and bye 

A chaste herald 

As a sign as fiction so strange 

In rapt neighborhoods of kinfolk 

Just finding out twill keep this to sleep 

Never to but plash my idols 

Ready in our cam and she can wind and rove 

For a stone on my middle finger 

Pour it on a one way street to chase a rainbow 

All the life I know one another for the bye and bye 

To recharge with heavier press 

This keep I warn its shining yards blossomed 

As utterly in Bingo's far mainstream 

Twill keep of this fate 

To take love to work 

On such a day of acres in vitamins 

My captain.....