Wednesday, October 27, 2021

succumb

Succumb 

9-16-21


Yet to succumb for one medallion 

More than just noise 

In all poise for one who lived it out 

Of one hundred across in going to make fish nonetheless 

As to climb between and succumb in a frowning mark not the vision as well as for abs 

In Ezrin whoever he was in jest there it is the theme 

Mudpuddling in other tunnels of individuality 

When I put on the shoes for the duration in Tulsa time 

Thus season passing along the genres to our fort Journeyman 

Our love of good ground.....



Flesh With Its Match

9-16-21


O, my soul and in rejoicing in all of he world 

With our thing as to do the ordeal in you 

Still twice down upon me 

In this zoo of zest and zeal where strings clasp together 

On a wing and a ration and thorns to be driven in the wall 

Michelle with my Madagascar making prayer to go there tomorrow 

On one of my cash days thee for one could drip dogs in their fight 

For us and to watch over our abode 

It's still a clamoring round talking much to the third chapter of myths 

Reinstating the paradise of the lover

And now ye, the Fisher.....





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