To Thaw The Tumult
8-7-18
As to study in soot as bloody as well stated and practically put
Loving our Edith as thief-taken towards the weir as to thaw the tumult in vicereine
In our re-encounter written here with a million other distractions
where wild beasts cry out in the wilderness
We find a good place after all south into Town Tiddler's of rocket with ten dollars
Left in my pocket where the wolf will abide with the lamb
In area managers of the soul
Upon the onrush and bursting dam.....
Saturday, November 3, 2018
being
Being Creates
8-1-18
As to come forth according to commandment
In other realities licking ones wounds
As the verdict is dire back in AD 354
In a place where I wanted more
As for our lives we cease to struggle
Behold, He hath reserved his blessings for those with ears to hear
As the seed of this people begin to believe upon confession
As Lamanites are scattered with calling of such Being
Dying for the lonely primordial and primeval
As to entertain it where Being creates all one could ever desire....
Webb Keeps Things Moving
8-1-18
As I write of grievances as prescribed
Pay attention to what being said at the curcusses of fate for the public
That has opinions, a zoo at large before our child hath knowledge to make words
We shall eat nought of the left hand
As together we are as Manessah as we beaar testimony
How are you my friend peace at last expecting good success
On big toe in all lasting passions for all beautiful ways about ourselves
O, trust me implicity
A whale of a story well researched......
Big Bad Wolf
8-7-18
Facing today my big bad wolves
Play more O worry less and say a prayer for Elder Garek on the corner
I hand out my card still saying that life is hard for horses and chances
O, incredible
O, empress so be it
As Kitsch she is yet kittenish
And once there was a war clad in Khaki by mercy on Jacob
O, incredible city built upon stiff leatherfolds
As to yet choose us today and show us the way
As given rest from sorrow sometime tomorrow.......
Cob At Large
8-7-18
For the stories of all conquests of Henrietta
For love and warmth for abstract intelligence of ones greeting
Delderfield to read his revival greeting Trollope to light up the night sky
Another plus for stories of all conquest
And there should come forth the rod of iron for our Branch
Growing out of its roots
O, doubledecked Lougish and lovely for our figurative in our crinoline
Come Swann treble and riverside confessional
Taking my pillion ride to the moon on his shoulders the petticoat
Government for hire.....
8-1-18
As to come forth according to commandment
In other realities licking ones wounds
As the verdict is dire back in AD 354
In a place where I wanted more
As for our lives we cease to struggle
Behold, He hath reserved his blessings for those with ears to hear
As the seed of this people begin to believe upon confession
As Lamanites are scattered with calling of such Being
Dying for the lonely primordial and primeval
As to entertain it where Being creates all one could ever desire....
Webb Keeps Things Moving
8-1-18
As I write of grievances as prescribed
Pay attention to what being said at the curcusses of fate for the public
That has opinions, a zoo at large before our child hath knowledge to make words
We shall eat nought of the left hand
As together we are as Manessah as we beaar testimony
How are you my friend peace at last expecting good success
On big toe in all lasting passions for all beautiful ways about ourselves
O, trust me implicity
A whale of a story well researched......
Big Bad Wolf
8-7-18
Facing today my big bad wolves
Play more O worry less and say a prayer for Elder Garek on the corner
I hand out my card still saying that life is hard for horses and chances
O, incredible
O, empress so be it
As Kitsch she is yet kittenish
And once there was a war clad in Khaki by mercy on Jacob
O, incredible city built upon stiff leatherfolds
As to yet choose us today and show us the way
As given rest from sorrow sometime tomorrow.......
Cob At Large
8-7-18
For the stories of all conquests of Henrietta
For love and warmth for abstract intelligence of ones greeting
Delderfield to read his revival greeting Trollope to light up the night sky
Another plus for stories of all conquest
And there should come forth the rod of iron for our Branch
Growing out of its roots
O, doubledecked Lougish and lovely for our figurative in our crinoline
Come Swann treble and riverside confessional
Taking my pillion ride to the moon on his shoulders the petticoat
Government for hire.....
Delaware
Along The Delaware
8-1-18
Kitt noticed me and I smiled making my day
The ropes start to shake for humility
Suggesting our copy cat as I recreate it all in Spindler
She's alive somewhere
Behold I was with great hopes bloodcurdling and romantic
In rashes of resurrections Kitt says hello and I am enamored as killer takes all
And lovers give it all away as the build the tower of Babel anew
Along the Delaware crossing to New Jersey
Good fish in the midst of all decadence....
Ripcord
8-1-18
Weeding out my gardens where brambles thrive with the roses of meaning
Not eradicated as to be transparent and come out and say it
In flesh not one good thing for lust is temporal and love is eternal
Where I look for the beat of my own drum
Here is the song of my charity
A slave and therefore brave
I go home and write some more
And then head out for therapy
Where the vista I see now is changing
As to solve our worldly mysteries that fall upon active ears
To but unplug
Peace at last when I return back by four
Greeting Grace by the poor....
8-1-18
Kitt noticed me and I smiled making my day
The ropes start to shake for humility
Suggesting our copy cat as I recreate it all in Spindler
She's alive somewhere
Behold I was with great hopes bloodcurdling and romantic
In rashes of resurrections Kitt says hello and I am enamored as killer takes all
And lovers give it all away as the build the tower of Babel anew
Along the Delaware crossing to New Jersey
Good fish in the midst of all decadence....
Ripcord
8-1-18
Weeding out my gardens where brambles thrive with the roses of meaning
Not eradicated as to be transparent and come out and say it
In flesh not one good thing for lust is temporal and love is eternal
Where I look for the beat of my own drum
Here is the song of my charity
A slave and therefore brave
I go home and write some more
And then head out for therapy
Where the vista I see now is changing
As to solve our worldly mysteries that fall upon active ears
To but unplug
Peace at last when I return back by four
Greeting Grace by the poor....
oxford
Oxford
8-1-18
Obeying magistrates
Even those who are disobedient
Base, mean and contemptible
In another prop such as this as to become friend, singular
In journeys provided that they are forward
As to but struggle for ones lives all through the day
God hates to see us suffer like such
As the mortar that supports the blocks
And in our fertile soil many roots and rocks
Without friendship all other relationships fail
So to speak as blessed are the meek
And more and more today I seek
Taking up my Oxford of University press
As today I mean to caress
Where Covenants Connect
8-1-18
Apostrophe used to reveal possession
I think my new library is of workers for today's thunders
As squabbling through city traffic just to go to school in Boston
What a beautiful view it is today
O, lightning one observe the sillouhette as to be hidden up and eat crow
Blessed be the tie that binds
O, how I need a place to shine
Could it be right here and now
Next to the mountain of the Lord's house
Where covenants connect and I can feel the presence
Where storms come and fade in building and journeying.....
Search For The Spice Of Life
8-1-18
Point to point analysis
O, bring not paralysis
what more can I want as brightly beams our Father's mercy and grace
As eager eyes are watching under our new head man of old classic progressive bands
I have never heard of in my search for the spice of life
O, what is it but the coriander seed on the backyard of my mancave
O, sacred pillar lead me back to my late Uncle Dave
Among our remnant fly away blue jay and show me the way
And give me words to say as Spirit ceases to strive when Jesus is alive....
Swept Down (Slept Up)
8-1-18
Highly informative is the Word and His name
Like nothing we have ever heard
All in our Joel cross one bears every now and then
All in Valderocas and Spanish beauty
what do you want from me?
In absorbing love
A whale of a story about forgiveness
In ones Colophon even when I know not what I say
At the firehouse confirmed at Juderial ordering the establishment
Of pearls of great price
Cup of ice for the first time free of charge
Play more and worry less
Where covenants connect....
Beneath The Altar
8-1-18
Today my cup runneth over allegorically
O, once the way our frog analogous
All lined up for our pageant for vintage all for the young king and white ostrich feathers
O, the carriage is being repaired as we speak
For cat and mouse partnership beneath the altar as christened
No death in the pot
And another fit of longing
She licks at it and drops fragments of tunafish on my loveseat
Where I look for opportunities to love her more each day
Half-done another sixteen ounce cup of it
O, how I love it....
8-1-18
Obeying magistrates
Even those who are disobedient
Base, mean and contemptible
In another prop such as this as to become friend, singular
In journeys provided that they are forward
As to but struggle for ones lives all through the day
God hates to see us suffer like such
As the mortar that supports the blocks
And in our fertile soil many roots and rocks
Without friendship all other relationships fail
So to speak as blessed are the meek
And more and more today I seek
Taking up my Oxford of University press
As today I mean to caress
Where Covenants Connect
8-1-18
Apostrophe used to reveal possession
I think my new library is of workers for today's thunders
As squabbling through city traffic just to go to school in Boston
What a beautiful view it is today
O, lightning one observe the sillouhette as to be hidden up and eat crow
Blessed be the tie that binds
O, how I need a place to shine
Could it be right here and now
Next to the mountain of the Lord's house
Where covenants connect and I can feel the presence
Where storms come and fade in building and journeying.....
Search For The Spice Of Life
8-1-18
Point to point analysis
O, bring not paralysis
what more can I want as brightly beams our Father's mercy and grace
As eager eyes are watching under our new head man of old classic progressive bands
I have never heard of in my search for the spice of life
O, what is it but the coriander seed on the backyard of my mancave
O, sacred pillar lead me back to my late Uncle Dave
Among our remnant fly away blue jay and show me the way
And give me words to say as Spirit ceases to strive when Jesus is alive....
Swept Down (Slept Up)
8-1-18
Highly informative is the Word and His name
Like nothing we have ever heard
All in our Joel cross one bears every now and then
All in Valderocas and Spanish beauty
what do you want from me?
In absorbing love
A whale of a story about forgiveness
In ones Colophon even when I know not what I say
At the firehouse confirmed at Juderial ordering the establishment
Of pearls of great price
Cup of ice for the first time free of charge
Play more and worry less
Where covenants connect....
Beneath The Altar
8-1-18
Today my cup runneth over allegorically
O, once the way our frog analogous
All lined up for our pageant for vintage all for the young king and white ostrich feathers
O, the carriage is being repaired as we speak
For cat and mouse partnership beneath the altar as christened
No death in the pot
And another fit of longing
She licks at it and drops fragments of tunafish on my loveseat
Where I look for opportunities to love her more each day
Half-done another sixteen ounce cup of it
O, how I love it....
Thursday, November 1, 2018
botch
A Blotch To Botch
8-1-18
Strawberry blotch on the page unintended
Where Mormon again leads us to places we've never seen
By the calling of all being
And a newfangled way of seeing
To deliver us from our afflictions in a different
Love and fruit on the bottom as it comes to pass
Where we learn to enjoy it and not just destroy it
Also the message is unto the gentiles to prove that God is all loving
Our flight swift to ring its bell
These things are made known
As I feel your touch
Still working on devising from spruce my crutch
Peace be to thee on cloudy pillars....
As Usual (Walk Worthy)
8-1-18
Still in the need to learn how to stay put and keep my seat
As usual in life where there is no such exit
So that we will always continue to exist as ourselves
And behold I had much hope calling upon that Being
Not afraid as to walk worthy
Peace be to thee where my sins are in the depth of the sea
O, sweet disposition don't fail us
Where the church is a foretaste of paradise
Yet to be in those that know ceasing not to strive
In His terrible and awesome name still alive......
8-1-18
Strawberry blotch on the page unintended
Where Mormon again leads us to places we've never seen
By the calling of all being
And a newfangled way of seeing
To deliver us from our afflictions in a different
Love and fruit on the bottom as it comes to pass
Where we learn to enjoy it and not just destroy it
Also the message is unto the gentiles to prove that God is all loving
Our flight swift to ring its bell
These things are made known
As I feel your touch
Still working on devising from spruce my crutch
Peace be to thee on cloudy pillars....
As Usual (Walk Worthy)
8-1-18
Still in the need to learn how to stay put and keep my seat
As usual in life where there is no such exit
So that we will always continue to exist as ourselves
And behold I had much hope calling upon that Being
Not afraid as to walk worthy
Peace be to thee where my sins are in the depth of the sea
O, sweet disposition don't fail us
Where the church is a foretaste of paradise
Yet to be in those that know ceasing not to strive
In His terrible and awesome name still alive......
pop
Pop Tomorrow
7-31-18
Nothing but pop tomorrow
Already running out of money
O, honey do you want it sunny
Moreover take ye a great roll
And write in it with a man's pen
Yet to greet our prophetess all for our Stanford-Binet
It is bad from the start in cool rivers and mud on their banks
Giving my thanks weal to those that bear righteous decrees
As soon we know the edge of our thunderstorm as in the day of visitation
Frightening millions in such a fear one does but enjoy
Somehow like a paged turned for a slower learner....
Egnoshi
7-31-18
Going home to write some more
And to relocate missing books as Spirit voices rule the night
And I love the belch of Barque's messy for my forensic homework
To read the chapter pumping the suspense out of hearts that have known trouble
Out on the outskirts of town at the stroke of madness of Spirit voices
That rule the pre-dawn path to success unforgetable my morning coffee and its sensation
In a split second I dive right in and learn to swim
Sharing credit and giving thanks
As many morbid questions to ask
For canned worms from the heart....
On The Neponset
7-31-18
Reach out by daybreak to overcome the obstacle
And defeat your enemy feeling blessed that our paths have crossed
Greeting Rockwood by the way in dreams of going there again
Crossing our Suffolk County line on the Neponsert
Time to go fishing with my boy where plaster crumbles
Trust not a word you only thought you heard
What in heaven am I up to
waiting for a knock at my door
The greater the weapon the bigger the fear
Reach out by daybreak....
7-31-18
Nothing but pop tomorrow
Already running out of money
O, honey do you want it sunny
Moreover take ye a great roll
And write in it with a man's pen
Yet to greet our prophetess all for our Stanford-Binet
It is bad from the start in cool rivers and mud on their banks
Giving my thanks weal to those that bear righteous decrees
As soon we know the edge of our thunderstorm as in the day of visitation
Frightening millions in such a fear one does but enjoy
Somehow like a paged turned for a slower learner....
Egnoshi
7-31-18
Going home to write some more
And to relocate missing books as Spirit voices rule the night
And I love the belch of Barque's messy for my forensic homework
To read the chapter pumping the suspense out of hearts that have known trouble
Out on the outskirts of town at the stroke of madness of Spirit voices
That rule the pre-dawn path to success unforgetable my morning coffee and its sensation
In a split second I dive right in and learn to swim
Sharing credit and giving thanks
As many morbid questions to ask
For canned worms from the heart....
On The Neponset
7-31-18
Reach out by daybreak to overcome the obstacle
And defeat your enemy feeling blessed that our paths have crossed
Greeting Rockwood by the way in dreams of going there again
Crossing our Suffolk County line on the Neponsert
Time to go fishing with my boy where plaster crumbles
Trust not a word you only thought you heard
What in heaven am I up to
waiting for a knock at my door
The greater the weapon the bigger the fear
Reach out by daybreak....
memorial
Our FDR Memorial
7-31-18
Two important books misplaced I hope they are on my love seat
Had to buy two more books
They're really good for writing poems of my own
In purloined paraphrasing on a rainy day
Another thriller
Nothing is quite what it seems
Staying on the Pacific coast
At a five star hotel reading Alex Kava
I see the Lord sitting on a throne in summer skies
Stars are falling sure to be spotted on the beach at summer's end
Much better than secluded cabin under the boardwalk
In the valley behind me
Magpie is gusty......
Peninsula (Not Lost)
7-31-18
Where faith is as our peninsula
Like a man that draws many to him today another icon for my collection
Of faces going deeper into these cases of missing books
Hopefully not lost forever according to attachment
One cause of suffering in the last years of Uzziah
As the posts of doers move freely for a dawn in a deadly leap
In a place of beauty where such could not be discerned by our five senses
Putting to work our hygrometers against the wind
With a desire for a hymnal book
As the hydroplane it skimming over the surface
And summer will go flying away in an offbeat way
Something to say....
On Isaiah 8:3
7-31-18
Never to obviate it
No longer to hate it
For broken fever on our receiver
True to oneself and true to the faith
O, can one be both in our falling composition
We sign our petition in gospel preferences such as these
The posts of the doer move at His voice
And the air is filled with smoke in Maher-Shalal -hash-baz
Take thee a great roll and greet Jeberechiah farther to fly
Write upon these pages your thoughts that storm from lips of sages
Of a good book, yea, take a look......
Enter Arnie
7-31-18
Where the road bends
Where the movie ends the show goes on
At the break of dawn all for one more day of it
Caught in traffick to soon catch my ride in style
Capturing its kinetic energy in an activity I never laid hands on
Such a steering wheel all for hops in Portland
We are as existentialists in our time
In Holbrook where the lyric begins
And I hope to relocate those two books I thought I lost
at deadman's curve in stories of love triangles
Where morning breaks falsifying balances no more by deceit
Enter Arnie
Go and buy your favorite car to refurbish.....
7-31-18
Two important books misplaced I hope they are on my love seat
Had to buy two more books
They're really good for writing poems of my own
In purloined paraphrasing on a rainy day
Another thriller
Nothing is quite what it seems
Staying on the Pacific coast
At a five star hotel reading Alex Kava
I see the Lord sitting on a throne in summer skies
Stars are falling sure to be spotted on the beach at summer's end
Much better than secluded cabin under the boardwalk
In the valley behind me
Magpie is gusty......
Peninsula (Not Lost)
7-31-18
Where faith is as our peninsula
Like a man that draws many to him today another icon for my collection
Of faces going deeper into these cases of missing books
Hopefully not lost forever according to attachment
One cause of suffering in the last years of Uzziah
As the posts of doers move freely for a dawn in a deadly leap
In a place of beauty where such could not be discerned by our five senses
Putting to work our hygrometers against the wind
With a desire for a hymnal book
As the hydroplane it skimming over the surface
And summer will go flying away in an offbeat way
Something to say....
On Isaiah 8:3
7-31-18
Never to obviate it
No longer to hate it
For broken fever on our receiver
True to oneself and true to the faith
O, can one be both in our falling composition
We sign our petition in gospel preferences such as these
The posts of the doer move at His voice
And the air is filled with smoke in Maher-Shalal -hash-baz
Take thee a great roll and greet Jeberechiah farther to fly
Write upon these pages your thoughts that storm from lips of sages
Of a good book, yea, take a look......
Enter Arnie
7-31-18
Where the road bends
Where the movie ends the show goes on
At the break of dawn all for one more day of it
Caught in traffick to soon catch my ride in style
Capturing its kinetic energy in an activity I never laid hands on
Such a steering wheel all for hops in Portland
We are as existentialists in our time
In Holbrook where the lyric begins
And I hope to relocate those two books I thought I lost
at deadman's curve in stories of love triangles
Where morning breaks falsifying balances no more by deceit
Enter Arnie
Go and buy your favorite car to refurbish.....
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