Under Tys
3-30-18
Under Tys our Zeus
We get in on their juice
Taking another step in the right direction
Our fire is spreading in investigating cities
Set down as a general principle nevertheless we depart for bows and spears
God knows our fears by Nuana of the silver hand
We make it work
O, be comforted and consoled
And the devil tries to tell me this is a waste of time
Facing my Firbolg giant for saviors imperiled
And soon in want of more bondage
O, brother of Wayland believe me and follow me not
For hearts set upon riches greeting nature spirits right outside my backdoor
And turning the calendar page for morning glory.....
Puzzle Pieces Fit
3-30-18
Putting all of the pieces back into the box
Dumb like the donkey yet sly like the fox of the imprisoned maiden
A poet and therefore a thief
Nevertheless human passion wherein we burn unto the salvation of many souls
In strange tranquility back in the land of Ishmael as to retain ourselves in captivity
For mountain springs and liquid voices and crazy choices
O, lamb lover of the lion that sleeps tonight
O, dark wood of optimistic tragedies in the first year of the judges
We have forgotten all grudges of Ammon being chief among us
By the custom to bind us as to remind us in our De Monarchia
We are now all made one and I call out for the power that lies beyond
Tired of hiding
I come right out and say it....
Yet Old Schoolish
3-30-18
Yet wicked
Yet foolish as to be old schoolish
In Dante translated your friends will come through
As accustomed the sun will set twelve hours from now
It is certain at any rate that God is great
Even when we overrate as thus we depart
As if our lives were a work of art
To those that want to hear take heed how you listen
For our wisdom figures as new time approaches in Freudian slumber
And numbers we have selected where Moses intercedes
If we can help you we will
Wait twenty minutes before you go there again
With razors on the shopping list all by faith....
Cutting It Close
3-30-18
You didn't miss a thing
Back at home base in perfect time
As to survive great pleasure you might get there in time
Just to write this hackneyed rhyme for all to see at daybreak
Great was the work today knowing not what to believe in
I open my mind up to other faiths and here I am
O, watch in and gaze out and look up
Among all probable seasons where all I had was a pool of eyes watering
Inquiring of Ammon soon she will be
Here are the Hebrews so am I addicted to the ministry of the saints
But not just another dam in sources of relief
As to get the message beyond my south wall
For a thousand mirages heavy on my heart
In that thou art burning by our papacy where some still but murmur
We're cutting it close....
Thursday, July 5, 2018
exile
Apostle In Exile
3-30-18
In a battle of words for John an Apostle in exile
Towards Zarahemla
We ride our horses of bay and we pretend it's okay
And there's a lot of it about
As I purge with no such doubt
In men of a sound understanding
And crazy dreams of perdition
Turned aside unto fables as one to cut these cables
As grace is sufficient to you as so
We meet the new dew as to see a prism
In the drop of rain nevertheless we departed into territory uncharted
Greeting lasted as the Red Sea parted
Like my cat chasing her own tail
God's love will not fail
In dark forbodings as to borrow my own manuscripts
With all numbers to be selected greeting Ghibellines
In order to make a party by oneself after the ordeal.....
Wherras As To Be
3-30-18
Out there dodging raindrops about a lady fair
We refurbish our crops back into Avordoes where Jesus knows
What agency would set them up and maintain them
In a new light a new sun
Never mind all worldly ignorance
Now that it is said and done
Granting to us a portion of what we want to come to know of this
Is love to rise whereas as to be accustomed to clement elements in Alighieri
In all states of blessedness
God saves one in his sin
Made known to us in human reason
Robbing and plundering not in conformity with theologians
Virtues as the birds announce the dawn
And darkness is soon long gone
God have mercy!
My Morning Love
3-30-18
As grace is sufficient
For songs of early morning
In a churchyard by a river
Jesus will deliver grazing in the haze
As one to feed upon good praise
For Paul's unwilling boasting
Giving us light and heat as soon we will know it
As I grow it and show it
Like a poet hoping he doesn't blow it
In Damascus after all O, morning love
Don't push and shove
That I might boast as well as a thousand miles
From their destination
Back at New Jersey Avenue and manuscripts to retrieve
Under three night watchers speaking as it were reaching onward into daybreak
As guarding the city of Damascus we open the floodgates and find out the how and why
My, o, my of a great multitude.....
Green Thumb, Gold Hand
3-30-18
For latter ages
Rationalized in our pursuit
The sun slowly rises
Please, God no more surprises
And we have made this clear to you
If you don't mind descendants as numerous as the stars of heaven
O, sensation as to speak and soon again she will reek
But it's quite worthwhile for preservation in our general rule of green thumbs
B?y machinations disconsolate
Dis is gathered and soon to be scattered
As showers make their way to the east end in results of principles
Enter Torrence as Alma did rejoice exceedingly all for physicians of dialect
According to our idiosynchrasies
We pass the test graded on a curve
Golden-handed.....
Valley Is The Limits
3-30-18
Forming inconsistent ways about us
And mere bad dreams beyond what I can write in a book
And at seven on the bridge of the nose
I got my music going for golden rays shooting finger-like arrows from quivers
Quiet under King Lamori
We choose to submit for our Aryan parent nations of multitudes mundane
And fiddlers seven as a foretaste of heaven waxing strong in this perfect knowledge
Applied to life but in no wise strife
and assembly it is great on this Good Friday
My questions are about timelines as in such times
I want to do more than what I am able
And God knows my limits better than I know my own
Today at the waters of Sebus
We discover new places as to rationalize
Tired of hiding behind it.....
3-30-18
In a battle of words for John an Apostle in exile
Towards Zarahemla
We ride our horses of bay and we pretend it's okay
And there's a lot of it about
As I purge with no such doubt
In men of a sound understanding
And crazy dreams of perdition
Turned aside unto fables as one to cut these cables
As grace is sufficient to you as so
We meet the new dew as to see a prism
In the drop of rain nevertheless we departed into territory uncharted
Greeting lasted as the Red Sea parted
Like my cat chasing her own tail
God's love will not fail
In dark forbodings as to borrow my own manuscripts
With all numbers to be selected greeting Ghibellines
In order to make a party by oneself after the ordeal.....
Wherras As To Be
3-30-18
Out there dodging raindrops about a lady fair
We refurbish our crops back into Avordoes where Jesus knows
What agency would set them up and maintain them
In a new light a new sun
Never mind all worldly ignorance
Now that it is said and done
Granting to us a portion of what we want to come to know of this
Is love to rise whereas as to be accustomed to clement elements in Alighieri
In all states of blessedness
God saves one in his sin
Made known to us in human reason
Robbing and plundering not in conformity with theologians
Virtues as the birds announce the dawn
And darkness is soon long gone
God have mercy!
My Morning Love
3-30-18
As grace is sufficient
For songs of early morning
In a churchyard by a river
Jesus will deliver grazing in the haze
As one to feed upon good praise
For Paul's unwilling boasting
Giving us light and heat as soon we will know it
As I grow it and show it
Like a poet hoping he doesn't blow it
In Damascus after all O, morning love
Don't push and shove
That I might boast as well as a thousand miles
From their destination
Back at New Jersey Avenue and manuscripts to retrieve
Under three night watchers speaking as it were reaching onward into daybreak
As guarding the city of Damascus we open the floodgates and find out the how and why
My, o, my of a great multitude.....
Green Thumb, Gold Hand
3-30-18
For latter ages
Rationalized in our pursuit
The sun slowly rises
Please, God no more surprises
And we have made this clear to you
If you don't mind descendants as numerous as the stars of heaven
O, sensation as to speak and soon again she will reek
But it's quite worthwhile for preservation in our general rule of green thumbs
B?y machinations disconsolate
Dis is gathered and soon to be scattered
As showers make their way to the east end in results of principles
Enter Torrence as Alma did rejoice exceedingly all for physicians of dialect
According to our idiosynchrasies
We pass the test graded on a curve
Golden-handed.....
Valley Is The Limits
3-30-18
Forming inconsistent ways about us
And mere bad dreams beyond what I can write in a book
And at seven on the bridge of the nose
I got my music going for golden rays shooting finger-like arrows from quivers
Quiet under King Lamori
We choose to submit for our Aryan parent nations of multitudes mundane
And fiddlers seven as a foretaste of heaven waxing strong in this perfect knowledge
Applied to life but in no wise strife
and assembly it is great on this Good Friday
My questions are about timelines as in such times
I want to do more than what I am able
And God knows my limits better than I know my own
Today at the waters of Sebus
We discover new places as to rationalize
Tired of hiding behind it.....
Pourquo
Pourquo Pas
3-29-18
Years later in my personal Indiana
Let me down in a basket along the cinders
As it is written flesh hinders
Amongst trusted representatives and no additives
Enriched for all liberality as to be enancipated
In coming to America
Let such a man consider this in letters weighty and powerful
To see beyond this life as I know it today
And grow it by the gulf and its bay
For everyday glory and speech contemptible
Just one spark of decadence
I was naked and you clothed me
O, rise from the ashes our bent course
Mild to humble oneself as a child
We're the ones that need to shout and draw the line
In trying times back in McKeeport
Leading me to realize it in a dream of why-not's
Amongst Pourquo Pas....
On Second Corinthians 9:8
3-29-18
Do you want freedom
O, take up these chains of restraints
A great day more than you might believe
As so the Spirit we quench and grieve come defense of apostolic authority
You're all invited two and a half hours from me
Where culture is a blessing to those contemplating baptism anew
Turn and turning again
Comparisons not always wise
As to rise in open hands as mirth is our song
To stand up and sing
Seemingly unlimited
Look again
You with it ironically
The time is now again
As betrothed but yet carnal
Pledge this pen and be delivered from the lion's den
As He was dispersed abroad and has given to the poor
Like music to the dull of hearing
They accept my gift because of the exceeding grace
In you on the river Chebar
In all sufficiency.....
Paul Was A Son Of A Gun
3-29-18
From white sands
We scoop it with a plastic shovel for the road ahead
Appraisingly is that it?
O, how I was surprised for something I always wanted
Repairing its breakage
Nothing can stop s now
As the three cord strand is not easily broken
When there He is in the midst of us
For bodily presence weak
But in Spirit O, Almighty
And the sun comes out for but a moment
Upon the line of his righteousness that endures
And talk of the peaceable kingdom
Admiring you when you arrive
Tide against the tower and no such pride in the power
Casting down arguments all for a new Mayflower
O, that you would bear with me a little folly
He who glories let him glory in the Lord....
Glad To Have My Life Back
3-30-18
By the angel on the fly for a clearing sky
Don't ask why
Just soak it in like your main philomath
And a more elaborate path in a Vermont prep more specific
Time to turn it over to the post
More dreams of perdition in my precarious position
Given another suitable mission still arriving, the rogue
Feeling a slow lukewarm grimace
The position is on again for the Spirit of prophesy
Saving two kings' flocks
As if in soil full of roots and rocks
Refurbishing the overlook
Reading another good book
I certainly was in the right back into the land of Ishmael
To see new things and in dreams order chicken wings
With the numbers we have selected
God be king to me today after all were only ordinary....
3-29-18
Years later in my personal Indiana
Let me down in a basket along the cinders
As it is written flesh hinders
Amongst trusted representatives and no additives
Enriched for all liberality as to be enancipated
In coming to America
Let such a man consider this in letters weighty and powerful
To see beyond this life as I know it today
And grow it by the gulf and its bay
For everyday glory and speech contemptible
Just one spark of decadence
I was naked and you clothed me
O, rise from the ashes our bent course
Mild to humble oneself as a child
We're the ones that need to shout and draw the line
In trying times back in McKeeport
Leading me to realize it in a dream of why-not's
Amongst Pourquo Pas....
On Second Corinthians 9:8
3-29-18
Do you want freedom
O, take up these chains of restraints
A great day more than you might believe
As so the Spirit we quench and grieve come defense of apostolic authority
You're all invited two and a half hours from me
Where culture is a blessing to those contemplating baptism anew
Turn and turning again
Comparisons not always wise
As to rise in open hands as mirth is our song
To stand up and sing
Seemingly unlimited
Look again
You with it ironically
The time is now again
As betrothed but yet carnal
Pledge this pen and be delivered from the lion's den
As He was dispersed abroad and has given to the poor
Like music to the dull of hearing
They accept my gift because of the exceeding grace
In you on the river Chebar
In all sufficiency.....
Paul Was A Son Of A Gun
3-29-18
From white sands
We scoop it with a plastic shovel for the road ahead
Appraisingly is that it?
O, how I was surprised for something I always wanted
Repairing its breakage
Nothing can stop s now
As the three cord strand is not easily broken
When there He is in the midst of us
For bodily presence weak
But in Spirit O, Almighty
And the sun comes out for but a moment
Upon the line of his righteousness that endures
And talk of the peaceable kingdom
Admiring you when you arrive
Tide against the tower and no such pride in the power
Casting down arguments all for a new Mayflower
O, that you would bear with me a little folly
He who glories let him glory in the Lord....
Glad To Have My Life Back
3-30-18
By the angel on the fly for a clearing sky
Don't ask why
Just soak it in like your main philomath
And a more elaborate path in a Vermont prep more specific
Time to turn it over to the post
More dreams of perdition in my precarious position
Given another suitable mission still arriving, the rogue
Feeling a slow lukewarm grimace
The position is on again for the Spirit of prophesy
Saving two kings' flocks
As if in soil full of roots and rocks
Refurbishing the overlook
Reading another good book
I certainly was in the right back into the land of Ishmael
To see new things and in dreams order chicken wings
With the numbers we have selected
God be king to me today after all were only ordinary....
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
therefore
Therefore (Come Out From Them)
3-29-18
Three hours from now divine intervention
Check out your own extension
In verses between wishes and fact in leaden sky
Confirmed by us in the coming of Titus
I believe I will make it regardless of such gray areas
As my own hair slowly fades into its wisdom
He that gathers much had nothing over
Back in Siberia and wondering why
How dare I inquire
As to be cleaned by fire
In boasting to our Titus catching the rhythm
Knowing I can hold out for one more day
That through we are rich
As to sew another stitch and be pulled out of our ditch
Of ultramarine reaching out with these words testing all sincerity
Of soggy bottom bags with connected price tags
For variations on a theme
The wicked take the truth to be hard......
Finest Example At Macedonia
3-29-18
Moreover brother we pray for you to have good success with Sister
For on my index finger a writing blister
Leaving home at fifteen to head on out to my programming as one to be
Always jamming
It won't be long now
Stay with it my main man and play with it
The best way that you can
For the abundance of joy
The church as your foretaste of heaven
So we urge Titus as to be the finest example
Like the debris of canals on Mars
O, is there any water to be found for its old fire
Comforting in the downcast playing all other archives
Blessed with this chance to tell my stories
Coming back home at twenty-one
He that gather little had no lack.....
3-29-18
Three hours from now divine intervention
Check out your own extension
In verses between wishes and fact in leaden sky
Confirmed by us in the coming of Titus
I believe I will make it regardless of such gray areas
As my own hair slowly fades into its wisdom
He that gathers much had nothing over
Back in Siberia and wondering why
How dare I inquire
As to be cleaned by fire
In boasting to our Titus catching the rhythm
Knowing I can hold out for one more day
That through we are rich
As to sew another stitch and be pulled out of our ditch
Of ultramarine reaching out with these words testing all sincerity
Of soggy bottom bags with connected price tags
For variations on a theme
The wicked take the truth to be hard......
Finest Example At Macedonia
3-29-18
Moreover brother we pray for you to have good success with Sister
For on my index finger a writing blister
Leaving home at fifteen to head on out to my programming as one to be
Always jamming
It won't be long now
Stay with it my main man and play with it
The best way that you can
For the abundance of joy
The church as your foretaste of heaven
So we urge Titus as to be the finest example
Like the debris of canals on Mars
O, is there any water to be found for its old fire
Comforting in the downcast playing all other archives
Blessed with this chance to tell my stories
Coming back home at twenty-one
He that gather little had no lack.....
sinners
Even Saints Are Sinners
3-29-18
As night is turning thin
Even the saints live in sin
For mountains broken down to sand
And later on I go there to understand
We implore you on Christ's behalf
That you savor today's warm spell and take off that heavy coat
In prosperity tomes I don't want to give up too soon
Moving steady for good and for ill
Thirty years ago in Nepal
I experiment with it as dewdrops fall in Lama Surya
The strength of a common touch
Playing your favorite songs as to be lifted
In singing along to atone all wrongs then all died
This as being so
Greeting a passing stranger to feel the world expand
Laying hand over hand as one to dishonor and another to beauty
To mention it is my Christian poetic duty
In sincere love for one another which covers the whole law
As all have died....
We Have Balls
3-29-18
O, photograph and half remembered feline companion
Now as celestial and in perfection as light can carry all images back to me
Borrowing my own manuscripts getting down my bitter pill
In the days of benzodyapines washed down with Guiness
And television on the off channel for the music to play on in the shadows
Where we chase the light around the world
As to show our prophet this season
To forbear by our croquet and a struggle
Working towards becoming the victor shooting pool and winning by default
He scratches on the eightball for the appeal to separation and its cleansing
Ullman frowns but carries on regardless
As to build a fortress to the pen now in blue
Blessing is still due in an acceptable time
I have heard you...
Naos
3-29-18
Stay with it and soldier on
I admit it freely to say I believe
I'll make it even if I die in my vices
Feeling almost angelic comparing prices as to unwrap them
At her novitiate chapel and Apostle's creed
Sticking it out and with stilted conversation
Taller than we think
We are as to alter the focus
In perception in surrender in posulants and novices
Our cookies for such rookies as they are homemade
And the milk is still good
And my journey has just begun
On the day I die once in such a current stay
From moon to sun and another grocery run
In June of '66
I was alive somewhere at Torres Parish
Down in Geneva clothed
Clean again that our ministry might be blameless.....
The Common Flaunts
3-29-18
Rejoicing no longer in iniquity
But I am joyous in that I have suffered much
Receiving ones assassinatship of all fellowship
We gather there and are glad of each others' presence
In wider realities years go by and still no assurance
As to dwell among them playing a hero's role
Come out from among them and tell them like it is
Loving carbonation of birch bark fizz
Open your hearts to us so they say and for us pray
For handfuls of brown earth and white shadow quivering
For Jesus delivering as king-cups surge
And I get again the urge
As I pray in that I purge
Under their starting kick on my own turf
I take cover for another lover....
3-29-18
As night is turning thin
Even the saints live in sin
For mountains broken down to sand
And later on I go there to understand
We implore you on Christ's behalf
That you savor today's warm spell and take off that heavy coat
In prosperity tomes I don't want to give up too soon
Moving steady for good and for ill
Thirty years ago in Nepal
I experiment with it as dewdrops fall in Lama Surya
The strength of a common touch
Playing your favorite songs as to be lifted
In singing along to atone all wrongs then all died
This as being so
Greeting a passing stranger to feel the world expand
Laying hand over hand as one to dishonor and another to beauty
To mention it is my Christian poetic duty
In sincere love for one another which covers the whole law
As all have died....
We Have Balls
3-29-18
O, photograph and half remembered feline companion
Now as celestial and in perfection as light can carry all images back to me
Borrowing my own manuscripts getting down my bitter pill
In the days of benzodyapines washed down with Guiness
And television on the off channel for the music to play on in the shadows
Where we chase the light around the world
As to show our prophet this season
To forbear by our croquet and a struggle
Working towards becoming the victor shooting pool and winning by default
He scratches on the eightball for the appeal to separation and its cleansing
Ullman frowns but carries on regardless
As to build a fortress to the pen now in blue
Blessing is still due in an acceptable time
I have heard you...
Naos
3-29-18
Stay with it and soldier on
I admit it freely to say I believe
I'll make it even if I die in my vices
Feeling almost angelic comparing prices as to unwrap them
At her novitiate chapel and Apostle's creed
Sticking it out and with stilted conversation
Taller than we think
We are as to alter the focus
In perception in surrender in posulants and novices
Our cookies for such rookies as they are homemade
And the milk is still good
And my journey has just begun
On the day I die once in such a current stay
From moon to sun and another grocery run
In June of '66
I was alive somewhere at Torres Parish
Down in Geneva clothed
Clean again that our ministry might be blameless.....
The Common Flaunts
3-29-18
Rejoicing no longer in iniquity
But I am joyous in that I have suffered much
Receiving ones assassinatship of all fellowship
We gather there and are glad of each others' presence
In wider realities years go by and still no assurance
As to dwell among them playing a hero's role
Come out from among them and tell them like it is
Loving carbonation of birch bark fizz
Open your hearts to us so they say and for us pray
For handfuls of brown earth and white shadow quivering
For Jesus delivering as king-cups surge
And I get again the urge
As I pray in that I purge
Under their starting kick on my own turf
I take cover for another lover....
Sunday, July 1, 2018
drink
I Used To Drink Around The Fire
3-29-18
God wants our love but not our sacrifice
In these dog years and burning log fears
That bring to my eyes tears
Where we'd gather round and drink and between sentences
Of conversation think
With a sense of kinship and warm days on their way
To calm the frequent fliers for ministry and its ambition we are confided
Yea, we are bold as I succor and learn of other spiritual truths
For the death that still has work to do
Remaining intensely personal for the walks by faith
And not by sight that God commands still dying to be as living
For badly needed prestige
Today I learn of different things
Knowing God has more in store
That we cannot but perceive nor fathom.....
Restless Key
3-29-18
Rest in peace, firemen
God is happy with you for this sacrifice in Alighieri
Let's dance tonight for a restless key to see amazing things
In the conduct of human affairs as Jesus cares and Buddha brings wares
Broiled almost to perfection our flounder and cod
Praise God even when we find it odd
I believed and therefore I spoke
But I was just spinning wheels and blowing smoke
I believe I'm going to make it in spite of these eccentricities by our outward man perishing
And these things I'm still cherishing
To say Alas, don't follow me of moving motives
Chipping away the stone for directions and guideposts on Erie's rocky coasts
Addressing the big question O, is there more to it than only confession and belief
Pleading through us....
Das
3-29-18
Still working on it
To establish to dread of going to work
To fill them in with the details in this acceptable time
show and tell
I bring along my old and amazing cat
Saying hello to Yeshe giving into perfection
Watching from the fence
All I write today is for you
Soon again of sound mind
Open your heart and awaken your mind
Make a new start
I see what we can find
As though God is pleading through us
In a Spirit of crying
Out to be saved again today from myself from the human viewpoint exhibit
I ask for the you that is in me from now on
We regard it as quite necessary so I run a vacuum and get on with it......
Yeshe
3-29-18
Hearts wide open as minds ought to be to new ideas
To a mythical life history and another wonderful mystery
And the most important work I do by the light of May
Equal days and nights upon sleights and their flights for MacBain
Behold all things become new in me and you where doctrine is the glue
In a sense of proportion as my heart changes overnight
In dreams of winter gardens and silver blues of silence
And golden rues but no such violence
O, what a fool I was as in the day of salvation
I assist mules plowing the cart with full force
A horse of course
Committing to us the word of reconciliation
In our leading spokesmen in hope that you believe
And stick in there till the very end
One day in the Lord one thousand years.....
3-29-18
God wants our love but not our sacrifice
In these dog years and burning log fears
That bring to my eyes tears
Where we'd gather round and drink and between sentences
Of conversation think
With a sense of kinship and warm days on their way
To calm the frequent fliers for ministry and its ambition we are confided
Yea, we are bold as I succor and learn of other spiritual truths
For the death that still has work to do
Remaining intensely personal for the walks by faith
And not by sight that God commands still dying to be as living
For badly needed prestige
Today I learn of different things
Knowing God has more in store
That we cannot but perceive nor fathom.....
Restless Key
3-29-18
Rest in peace, firemen
God is happy with you for this sacrifice in Alighieri
Let's dance tonight for a restless key to see amazing things
In the conduct of human affairs as Jesus cares and Buddha brings wares
Broiled almost to perfection our flounder and cod
Praise God even when we find it odd
I believed and therefore I spoke
But I was just spinning wheels and blowing smoke
I believe I'm going to make it in spite of these eccentricities by our outward man perishing
And these things I'm still cherishing
To say Alas, don't follow me of moving motives
Chipping away the stone for directions and guideposts on Erie's rocky coasts
Addressing the big question O, is there more to it than only confession and belief
Pleading through us....
Das
3-29-18
Still working on it
To establish to dread of going to work
To fill them in with the details in this acceptable time
show and tell
I bring along my old and amazing cat
Saying hello to Yeshe giving into perfection
Watching from the fence
All I write today is for you
Soon again of sound mind
Open your heart and awaken your mind
Make a new start
I see what we can find
As though God is pleading through us
In a Spirit of crying
Out to be saved again today from myself from the human viewpoint exhibit
I ask for the you that is in me from now on
We regard it as quite necessary so I run a vacuum and get on with it......
Yeshe
3-29-18
Hearts wide open as minds ought to be to new ideas
To a mythical life history and another wonderful mystery
And the most important work I do by the light of May
Equal days and nights upon sleights and their flights for MacBain
Behold all things become new in me and you where doctrine is the glue
In a sense of proportion as my heart changes overnight
In dreams of winter gardens and silver blues of silence
And golden rues but no such violence
O, what a fool I was as in the day of salvation
I assist mules plowing the cart with full force
A horse of course
Committing to us the word of reconciliation
In our leading spokesmen in hope that you believe
And stick in there till the very end
One day in the Lord one thousand years.....
invitation
Invitation To Understand It
3-29-18
Before the veil
All blood to be sprinkled
As not yet I am gray or wrinkled
Just roll with them and inquire why
Are we here not one soul of us lost
And fret new chords to be reinvented
And another brother has repented for declaring power
Of heat in bat-water if I could only reach that dial
Inside of Indian sand and spice and its aroma as a naan believer leavened
To steal time as so divided we stand on it
Now that God had planned on it
I go in and possess the land
And know shortages next week
Back in Zarahemla for familiar ideas of us calling it Desolation
Of Neighbors taking my chances playing with time
Where God says wait
Back to the ink blue....
On Second Corinthians 3:10
3-29-18
As final judgement is finished not aught diminished
The answer is clear
Love one another
Now that we can call each other brother
And no such strife nor malice
In the rag in my other closet
I find a fistful of Alice
Departing from Macedonia for the counter revolution
As to give us back the high life
Do we begin again to commend ourselves
As to storm the marketplace
At the counter another translation
Read by learned men with eyes attentive
And ears vigilant
Slain by fool but not for our woes
Steadily at the end of what seems to be passing away
How did it ever come to this?
Veil upon ones heart in the letter that kills
And Spirit that gives life
Home she is and I'm game
In the glory that excels....
As Self (Perishing)
3-29-18
Moses is read as the veil lies in telling the truth
Of what is said in overcast skies for love as a mystical state
I am one to recreate and capture their quotations to make it last turning unto fables
Time to turn a new corner of separate paths and doors to be pried ajar by intention
Irrational and inspiration synthetic never to burn out before it could turn out as to learn about
O, do we need epistles of commendation
You bet your life for the winner
Another island made by underwater volcanoes
Greeting Linus and feeling better about it today ministry's honest
And not deceitful not just another gypsy
As the light of the promise of a new day as to look steadily onward
For Apostles back in exile I go that extra mile
Not by self as preached.....
On Alma 16:25
3-29-18
Of ministry accredited
And missions to be edited
Go back down at twenty till to switch it over
Thinking of my days of sinking
When I was the rover
Three more occasions of the actions of their gods
Back in Babylon between the Tigris and Euphrates
To better the odds in the supernatural
As to constitute a revolution in the most important work
I do this season within reason
Crying that this cup will pass from my lips
Dancing around the totem pole
As to set another realistic goal
Divide it asunder and cut it in two
A rut for me and you in the comfort of routine
As to synchronize that stars and planets preached in its purity
I believe what I am feeling from the land of Gideon southward by this pop culture
O, the humanity!
In the fourteenth year....
3-29-18
Before the veil
All blood to be sprinkled
As not yet I am gray or wrinkled
Just roll with them and inquire why
Are we here not one soul of us lost
And fret new chords to be reinvented
And another brother has repented for declaring power
Of heat in bat-water if I could only reach that dial
Inside of Indian sand and spice and its aroma as a naan believer leavened
To steal time as so divided we stand on it
Now that God had planned on it
I go in and possess the land
And know shortages next week
Back in Zarahemla for familiar ideas of us calling it Desolation
Of Neighbors taking my chances playing with time
Where God says wait
Back to the ink blue....
On Second Corinthians 3:10
3-29-18
As final judgement is finished not aught diminished
The answer is clear
Love one another
Now that we can call each other brother
And no such strife nor malice
In the rag in my other closet
I find a fistful of Alice
Departing from Macedonia for the counter revolution
As to give us back the high life
Do we begin again to commend ourselves
As to storm the marketplace
At the counter another translation
Read by learned men with eyes attentive
And ears vigilant
Slain by fool but not for our woes
Steadily at the end of what seems to be passing away
How did it ever come to this?
Veil upon ones heart in the letter that kills
And Spirit that gives life
Home she is and I'm game
In the glory that excels....
As Self (Perishing)
3-29-18
Moses is read as the veil lies in telling the truth
Of what is said in overcast skies for love as a mystical state
I am one to recreate and capture their quotations to make it last turning unto fables
Time to turn a new corner of separate paths and doors to be pried ajar by intention
Irrational and inspiration synthetic never to burn out before it could turn out as to learn about
O, do we need epistles of commendation
You bet your life for the winner
Another island made by underwater volcanoes
Greeting Linus and feeling better about it today ministry's honest
And not deceitful not just another gypsy
As the light of the promise of a new day as to look steadily onward
For Apostles back in exile I go that extra mile
Not by self as preached.....
On Alma 16:25
3-29-18
Of ministry accredited
And missions to be edited
Go back down at twenty till to switch it over
Thinking of my days of sinking
When I was the rover
Three more occasions of the actions of their gods
Back in Babylon between the Tigris and Euphrates
To better the odds in the supernatural
As to constitute a revolution in the most important work
I do this season within reason
Crying that this cup will pass from my lips
Dancing around the totem pole
As to set another realistic goal
Divide it asunder and cut it in two
A rut for me and you in the comfort of routine
As to synchronize that stars and planets preached in its purity
I believe what I am feeling from the land of Gideon southward by this pop culture
O, the humanity!
In the fourteenth year....
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