Ritual Item
7-4-17
Hit him with a left hook
Adding to my heap one more book
In terror viewing the bands of Orion
Wading through much tribulation
Just like any indoor picnic
Where America has grown soft
Stored in a vat of water
And a clean feel of steel
And a free meal
As to scorch the earth
Where Mother Nature reminds us
Of how awesome God is
Unerringly to hit the target
Visiting Tir Na Nog in my heart
Where love triumphs
For wreathes of fierce desire
Falling again to the earth like the rain
That cools things off....
Under A Shadow Of A Peach Tree
7-4-17
Greatly persecuted by those voices flying towards me
Like spears saving my appetite for those hot dogs
In no need to have such fears
O, cauldron of rebirth for what its worth in the myth cycle
To pierce the eye of the giant
Take a little trip with me as to shrink beneath
In a sea outranked
Your earth and ocean of emotion
Our devotion for our Omner
In the land of Zarahemiah
Soon we go our own way
For the Pittsburg Pirates
Seek your treasure in the Scripture
If you can grasp what lies deep...
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Excalibur
Excalibur
7-4-17
O, blessed the bounty
Just to live in York County
Rehearsing unto our fathers
By salvation and its salve
Leading our flocks away
Like to be cast off
For the river of constant change
Repenting nigh unto death
I am born of the Spirit
O, Cauldron of Bounty
Belonging to the Dagda
About which I know nothing about
So much to say and so little time
For carnal and fallen state in nowise
To inherit such greeting
Nuada just found out
To be Italian among Arthur's Excalibur
He finds the ring and stands up to sing...
Sword Of Nuada
7-4-17
Upon a modest road
In carnal and fallen state
Nothing to hate
He sent his angels to shrink
Because the glance of we with sore eyes
In need of salve by a large and lengthy chapter
I lose track of its gist
Where he opened on the deep
When it was time to awaken out of sleep
Come illumination our attribute of wisdom
Going to an indoor picnic
Bearing the sword of Nuada
On our O.T. we recompose
If it works that way for you and I
O, curious apparel of Osirus
A god needs his balance....
7-4-17
O, blessed the bounty
Just to live in York County
Rehearsing unto our fathers
By salvation and its salve
Leading our flocks away
Like to be cast off
For the river of constant change
Repenting nigh unto death
I am born of the Spirit
O, Cauldron of Bounty
Belonging to the Dagda
About which I know nothing about
So much to say and so little time
For carnal and fallen state in nowise
To inherit such greeting
Nuada just found out
To be Italian among Arthur's Excalibur
He finds the ring and stands up to sing...
Sword Of Nuada
7-4-17
Upon a modest road
In carnal and fallen state
Nothing to hate
He sent his angels to shrink
Because the glance of we with sore eyes
In need of salve by a large and lengthy chapter
I lose track of its gist
Where he opened on the deep
When it was time to awaken out of sleep
Come illumination our attribute of wisdom
Going to an indoor picnic
Bearing the sword of Nuada
On our O.T. we recompose
If it works that way for you and I
O, curious apparel of Osirus
A god needs his balance....
new hands
New Hands
7-4-17
In these new hands
Here I am
I'm very fierce and frightening
Blessed is the People over the hills, vales and cities
And praise for victory over friends and foes
Yeah, the people stood their ground
Spirit of Alma troubled all awhile
In perfect time tears fall upon the earth
As I express rebirth over our pale limbs
Was it just another dam
As a source of belief
O, fall of rain cool off the streets of this town
For oxen and sheep
Couldn't delve much more deep
Driven over the gardens of Ireland
Legs quivering....
Soft Spoken
7-4-17
Many witnesses are against us
Pouring out my soul onto the page
Happy fourth of July
And breaking away from British rule
He that passes up a dog is the fool
And as for ancient guardians before
Stern America, the Lord shall endure forever avenging blood
Today stay with it
So there will be less time to ponder
Getting enough of that in my own backyard
As to own everything
You see spirits of Alma troubled
And I freely forgive seventy times seven
In my name are they called how excellent....
Eye Of Balor
7-4-17
It's Independence Day
O, come what may
To believe in a city of streets of gold
It never gets old
And proclamation round about
Mesial forbids persecution
And enjoins equality
Southwest to Mount Sinai
Let Israel go from serving us
And twenty four hours from now
I'm on my way to my favorite café
To esteem his neighbors as himself
Laboring for their support
Led astray contrary in the commandment
O, invincible spear that never missed
As to shake the earth
That it would part asunder
In the glance of the allseeing eye...
7-4-17
In these new hands
Here I am
I'm very fierce and frightening
Blessed is the People over the hills, vales and cities
And praise for victory over friends and foes
Yeah, the people stood their ground
Spirit of Alma troubled all awhile
In perfect time tears fall upon the earth
As I express rebirth over our pale limbs
Was it just another dam
As a source of belief
O, fall of rain cool off the streets of this town
For oxen and sheep
Couldn't delve much more deep
Driven over the gardens of Ireland
Legs quivering....
Soft Spoken
7-4-17
Many witnesses are against us
Pouring out my soul onto the page
Happy fourth of July
And breaking away from British rule
He that passes up a dog is the fool
And as for ancient guardians before
Stern America, the Lord shall endure forever avenging blood
Today stay with it
So there will be less time to ponder
Getting enough of that in my own backyard
As to own everything
You see spirits of Alma troubled
And I freely forgive seventy times seven
In my name are they called how excellent....
Eye Of Balor
7-4-17
It's Independence Day
O, come what may
To believe in a city of streets of gold
It never gets old
And proclamation round about
Mesial forbids persecution
And enjoins equality
Southwest to Mount Sinai
Let Israel go from serving us
And twenty four hours from now
I'm on my way to my favorite café
To esteem his neighbors as himself
Laboring for their support
Led astray contrary in the commandment
O, invincible spear that never missed
As to shake the earth
That it would part asunder
In the glance of the allseeing eye...
shuddering
Stiff Shudderings
7-4-17
Hasten today but take your time
Show me the place of forgotten rue and stiff shudderings
Dark is the earth beneath my feet
A particle away
O, the hearing of the Word
I go to church just sitting home
In the solitude of longing
Leprous his limbs and the importance of evangelism
Our penitential healing
Of the Spirit for you alone
Make me to dwell in safety
And I will look up and refill my cup...
Independence Day Happy Blues
7-4-17
Thou will surely live and die
As to give the lie in a sieve
O cry, O, my O my
Ordaining priests today
Attending feasts leprous His limbs
Doing my own style of the river dance
To deliver my romance
For it is I that take upon me
Weeping in dismal howlings
For stiff shudderings of dissentions
Baptized in their waters
Calling now good friends
Pronounce them innocent
O, listen of mercy
God bless howling woe dark descended
As to be joyful in You....
How Excellent (He)
7-4-17
After He poured out His whole soul
Behold, I judge them not
Lost as in times to be seen
He, art blessed because of their exceeding faith
And I love the Word
How excellent is your name in all the earth
Plowing through Mosiah
Not just to get through it
But to be happy to do it
Come thunderous visages
And glad countenances
To experiment further
Our prayer for deliverance and good coffee
For the birds of the air
And the fish of the sea
Opening on the deep
In a life full of lusts....
7-4-17
Hasten today but take your time
Show me the place of forgotten rue and stiff shudderings
Dark is the earth beneath my feet
A particle away
O, the hearing of the Word
I go to church just sitting home
In the solitude of longing
Leprous his limbs and the importance of evangelism
Our penitential healing
Of the Spirit for you alone
Make me to dwell in safety
And I will look up and refill my cup...
Independence Day Happy Blues
7-4-17
Thou will surely live and die
As to give the lie in a sieve
O cry, O, my O my
Ordaining priests today
Attending feasts leprous His limbs
Doing my own style of the river dance
To deliver my romance
For it is I that take upon me
Weeping in dismal howlings
For stiff shudderings of dissentions
Baptized in their waters
Calling now good friends
Pronounce them innocent
O, listen of mercy
God bless howling woe dark descended
As to be joyful in You....
How Excellent (He)
7-4-17
After He poured out His whole soul
Behold, I judge them not
Lost as in times to be seen
He, art blessed because of their exceeding faith
And I love the Word
How excellent is your name in all the earth
Plowing through Mosiah
Not just to get through it
But to be happy to do it
Come thunderous visages
And glad countenances
To experiment further
Our prayer for deliverance and good coffee
For the birds of the air
And the fish of the sea
Opening on the deep
In a life full of lusts....
Saturday, August 19, 2017
implosion
Implosion
7-3-17
O, do I wear a façade
Just for the Son of God
For He can see right through me
On planet earth this cause is not accidental
Come my intuitive view of sweeter horizons
Slow down this morning
And just enjoy the coffee
Black, hot and sweet
For life-forms benign
I no longer malign
Make your way straight before my face
And help me to greet her with a warm welcome
Renting robes to a hungry wind
And for noblemen of wealth
Here's one to your health
Bursting inward our ingressive
Release of suction
Stop to read the sign...
On Galatians 4:30
7-3-17
Obdurate and unmoved
The fact the He doesn't exist cannot be proved
Stubbornly resistant and impotent
You fear what you don't understand
Why will ye die as I live
I have not pleasure in their death
Mulish and unyielding
Come broadside
Nothing hurt but my pride
In hopes to be free from prejudice
Liberal and tolerant
And some crazy music
Come Epiphany
O, what can I do with this
A hole in the window pane
What saith Scripture
Cast out the bondwoman
To not be heir with the free....
On Romans 2:28
7-3-17
Not a Jew outward in the flesh
Writing in blue with ink fluent and fresh
Like the monkey in the corner
Tomorrow promise me that I will make it through
By the law of Spirit and Life
The son abideth forever
Overwhelmed by the Pacific
Talk to me as it seems that I cannot speak with no reply
For servants brought forth out of the hand of Egypt
It seems to me time for me to make my move
All for scribes of Pennsylvania
Casting pens upon the earth and oppressive head
Stay cool, brother
Meeting on smoke breaks
I'm still lying to myself....
7-3-17
O, do I wear a façade
Just for the Son of God
For He can see right through me
On planet earth this cause is not accidental
Come my intuitive view of sweeter horizons
Slow down this morning
And just enjoy the coffee
Black, hot and sweet
For life-forms benign
I no longer malign
Make your way straight before my face
And help me to greet her with a warm welcome
Renting robes to a hungry wind
And for noblemen of wealth
Here's one to your health
Bursting inward our ingressive
Release of suction
Stop to read the sign...
On Galatians 4:30
7-3-17
Obdurate and unmoved
The fact the He doesn't exist cannot be proved
Stubbornly resistant and impotent
You fear what you don't understand
Why will ye die as I live
I have not pleasure in their death
Mulish and unyielding
Come broadside
Nothing hurt but my pride
In hopes to be free from prejudice
Liberal and tolerant
And some crazy music
Come Epiphany
O, what can I do with this
A hole in the window pane
What saith Scripture
Cast out the bondwoman
To not be heir with the free....
On Romans 2:28
7-3-17
Not a Jew outward in the flesh
Writing in blue with ink fluent and fresh
Like the monkey in the corner
Tomorrow promise me that I will make it through
By the law of Spirit and Life
The son abideth forever
Overwhelmed by the Pacific
Talk to me as it seems that I cannot speak with no reply
For servants brought forth out of the hand of Egypt
It seems to me time for me to make my move
All for scribes of Pennsylvania
Casting pens upon the earth and oppressive head
Stay cool, brother
Meeting on smoke breaks
I'm still lying to myself....
Euroclydon
Euroclydon
7-3-17
Crying to the grass and trees
Let me feel once more
O, the aftermath of such an ordeal
In black smoke thunders our flame
Folds along the trail of His machine
Go out and get what you need
Dedication on the top of the line
Use the situation to your advantage
How have they increase that trouble me
Meditate within your heart
On your bed and be still
In respectable professional fields
Down with ones defense
And up with the shields
Offering the sacrifice of righteousness
I missed the firework display again....
Bundle Of Sticks
7-3-17
Down in Adria at midnight
Shipmen deem that they drew nigh
To some strange country
Finding it fifteen fathoms from shore
Be of good cheer
Many have come this way before you
An extra two hours of sleep paid off
And I have more hopes for a heaven
Than I did yesterday
Beseeching them to take meat
And see it rolling away where they escaped
All safe to the mainland
Filled with the love of all that lies so deep
Landing at Melitia
Lodging us three days courteously....
Shaking Off The Snake
7-3-17
Shaking off the snake and feeling no harm
Fastened upon his hand a friendly viper
And a fantastic trumpet solo where I feel dark
As to scintillate a spark
Showing us like kindness
Father of Publius lay sick with fever
By the sign of Castor and Pollux
Fetching a compass to Rhegium
To take on what he found
Who can escape what he desires?
By rivers of the good stuff
It seems never enough
Wintering and summering in the Isle
Hearing ye hear and not understand
Stay with me and bring out the band.....
To Divide Waters
7-3-17
darkness on the face of the deep
Without a morsel I could not sleep
Earth without form and void
The Spirit moves the waters
And the whales are paranoid
As the heart of the poorer way gross
And ears full of hearing
Looking for Virgil
Hard to be found at Hudson park
Towers giving no warning nor reason
Shamefaced and spotted as to churn the deep
As to learn how to sleep
Our nature is to malign
As slow down for children reads the sign...
Decade-Long Dance
7-3-17
Who eats moldy grapes these days
But those in their desperation
And haste, O stone of destiny
Shine your light
Called over by a true king of Tara
The demon red
The time will come to pass
Roll thou in the clouds
And alarm those thirteen angels
And sound the trumpet
Doing my best not to worry about tomorrow
Sent here because of the Spirit rough and ready
Tough and steady
Given extensive background of such a subject
Rending the ancient so cried he to pass the sweet time
One cannot come back all the way....
7-3-17
Crying to the grass and trees
Let me feel once more
O, the aftermath of such an ordeal
In black smoke thunders our flame
Folds along the trail of His machine
Go out and get what you need
Dedication on the top of the line
Use the situation to your advantage
How have they increase that trouble me
Meditate within your heart
On your bed and be still
In respectable professional fields
Down with ones defense
And up with the shields
Offering the sacrifice of righteousness
I missed the firework display again....
Bundle Of Sticks
7-3-17
Down in Adria at midnight
Shipmen deem that they drew nigh
To some strange country
Finding it fifteen fathoms from shore
Be of good cheer
Many have come this way before you
An extra two hours of sleep paid off
And I have more hopes for a heaven
Than I did yesterday
Beseeching them to take meat
And see it rolling away where they escaped
All safe to the mainland
Filled with the love of all that lies so deep
Landing at Melitia
Lodging us three days courteously....
Shaking Off The Snake
7-3-17
Shaking off the snake and feeling no harm
Fastened upon his hand a friendly viper
And a fantastic trumpet solo where I feel dark
As to scintillate a spark
Showing us like kindness
Father of Publius lay sick with fever
By the sign of Castor and Pollux
Fetching a compass to Rhegium
To take on what he found
Who can escape what he desires?
By rivers of the good stuff
It seems never enough
Wintering and summering in the Isle
Hearing ye hear and not understand
Stay with me and bring out the band.....
To Divide Waters
7-3-17
darkness on the face of the deep
Without a morsel I could not sleep
Earth without form and void
The Spirit moves the waters
And the whales are paranoid
As the heart of the poorer way gross
And ears full of hearing
Looking for Virgil
Hard to be found at Hudson park
Towers giving no warning nor reason
Shamefaced and spotted as to churn the deep
As to learn how to sleep
Our nature is to malign
As slow down for children reads the sign...
Decade-Long Dance
7-3-17
Who eats moldy grapes these days
But those in their desperation
And haste, O stone of destiny
Shine your light
Called over by a true king of Tara
The demon red
The time will come to pass
Roll thou in the clouds
And alarm those thirteen angels
And sound the trumpet
Doing my best not to worry about tomorrow
Sent here because of the Spirit rough and ready
Tough and steady
Given extensive background of such a subject
Rending the ancient so cried he to pass the sweet time
One cannot come back all the way....
tiptoe
On Tiptoe
7-3-17
To launch and to set sail
By the coasts of Asia
You're up wondering
Is the coffee that good
And I must say that it is
Something to live for
Entering Arramyttium
For rickety poles and double dipping
For Roman feta
And for unusual hospitality
We serve where we stand
Going on tiptoe
Nothing serious
Driving myself rebellious
Quoting Kerouac
Coming does the forest know
As to be in luck
In a series of strong combat
Never mind the boots
I know of gloop
For minestrone soup....
At Fair Havens
7-3-17
Rich grass lies in serried heaps
So could be rending off ones robe where the lion sleeps
Under the label of Penguin
Poetic Lugh possesses a magical spear
For all of such perfume
I can smell it right up to my room
And I wouldn't wish this on anyone
As soon cometh the rising of another sun
At Fair Havens against Cnidus
Comes the log-armed
Come match my skill to yours
O, sword of light our attribute today
Another good success and big plans....
Hear Me When I Call!
7-3-17
Haven not commodious to winter in
At the chime of five
I make something happen
She said it would stink
The day that I resigned close to the city of Lasea
We firm it care but never mind it
Where the four hallows pay their dues
And I step out to speak the good news
Paul admonished
Then when sailing was dangerous
And the haven was not commodious
Right between the eyes
O, sword of light
Can we make it right
For the blind in Oakland
Soon out of sight
As to attain to Phenice
There to winter...
7-3-17
To launch and to set sail
By the coasts of Asia
You're up wondering
Is the coffee that good
And I must say that it is
Something to live for
Entering Arramyttium
For rickety poles and double dipping
For Roman feta
And for unusual hospitality
We serve where we stand
Going on tiptoe
Nothing serious
Driving myself rebellious
Quoting Kerouac
Coming does the forest know
As to be in luck
In a series of strong combat
Never mind the boots
I know of gloop
For minestrone soup....
At Fair Havens
7-3-17
Rich grass lies in serried heaps
So could be rending off ones robe where the lion sleeps
Under the label of Penguin
Poetic Lugh possesses a magical spear
For all of such perfume
I can smell it right up to my room
And I wouldn't wish this on anyone
As soon cometh the rising of another sun
At Fair Havens against Cnidus
Comes the log-armed
Come match my skill to yours
O, sword of light our attribute today
Another good success and big plans....
Hear Me When I Call!
7-3-17
Haven not commodious to winter in
At the chime of five
I make something happen
She said it would stink
The day that I resigned close to the city of Lasea
We firm it care but never mind it
Where the four hallows pay their dues
And I step out to speak the good news
Paul admonished
Then when sailing was dangerous
And the haven was not commodious
Right between the eyes
O, sword of light
Can we make it right
For the blind in Oakland
Soon out of sight
As to attain to Phenice
There to winter...
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