Adhesive
2-19-19
As to go electric
Lucky creed and the worm that I am
As we enter their cities properly
Some are yet crashed out
I've got a mule here basically as one to return to home base
In knowing I am not a hopeless case
In knowing my label is not my identity
And it needs not show on my face
Come ye and let us go up into the mountain
As to draw from another fountain
Given freewill activities of questions about the news
I've got plenty of time to participate
Three down and four to go
See the town and even more
Gaining ground as to consolidate
Playing devil's advocate
As to embrace opposites and find yourself again....
Yoked (As Slaked)
2-20-19
As to consolidate our charteuse
Playing devil's advocate and the opposites mining on the desert wind
Chomping at the bit with a short span of attention
I know not where to begin
As to try to vow to stop interrupting myself of the matter of Cybele
Yoked unequally as to slake and exfoliate like the snake and refresh by cold water
And three more iced teas rise Astarte on raging seas
Thinking of it as nourishment of breast and udder
As to nurse ones young
Call him Neil in all that you feel
Rise Ishtar lessening the force of the canter of our black horse
As yoked....
Cold Sore (Beautiful)
2-20-19
Rise Ishtar if you're willing
As to walk like a giant gentle like a leaf floating in the stream
Left over from last autumn as to suckle it in more satisfaction for a wreckless lifestyle
Taking ye in as sustenance there to give to my loves more self control when I'm sleeping
Playing a little bit of cat and mouse without burning a wing fly into the sun
Yoked unequally as to lessen the force of my longing for more by our crossbar
Of our pair of oxen all for cornshuck in ones pipe
Lucky duck your fruit is ripe on chaff-drifted boards as charity titled
Titling it love.....
On Isaiah 1:13
2-20-19
Grasping a cat's green eyed marble
As to marvel and wonder all for next months thunder
Hear the Word of leaders of Sodom
Where the weak are not always inept
Striving our croaker as to shoot again all for a short lined instant gratification
In hooked brimming wonder all spoil and plunder
Hoping to get a burger at Sheb's wherever that is among honky-tonks
That did quit their drinking
I'm just thinking as to be trouble in my members
Jesus, save me again from myself
That I cannot do away with....
Wednesday, July 3, 2019
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
time again
'Time Again To Move On (I Will Do That)
2-18-19
In a '67 Watchtower another key is found
All for another propagated day about it and whereabouts
Try not, do and just be you could see the great wall from the moon
Paid in full in Yaun as voices tell me to get tea
Try not, do and just be as I need not hide my crying eyes from you
In the practice of nonaction
Try not, do and just be
Say less
Listen more of all sway and dominion
I ask not for anyone's opinion
In all exaggerated admonition
I wonder why they're running
God have me to break on through to you
Yet brimming all in panpipes and our Syrinx
Time to move on......
Untitled
2-18-19
Isaiah doesn't always mean yea, go
Moetic doesn't always mean go slow
As to have apprehended and today I purchase one more three-sixty
To go full circle again and liberate my pen
Known in nacre
O, mother of pearl so be it nubile
As to spread forth your hands
And change it up just a tad for syrinx and panpipe
In ones intellect nubile called nuances in our sunbeam
For her days of radiance allowing others to shine
Listen and act accordingly
Eat what you want today and order up foam, froth and fizz
As to go again Unitarian and tell it like it is
I'm not perfect but I claim to be ready by faith.....
Passing Imperceptibly
2-19-19
O, scream kindly and whisper blindly yet mistaken
Only a child in El Shaddai
Childlike yet not childish tattooed on the slashboard and shoddy jewel time consuming
Beyond what the Gunslinger could see with eyes closed for lights clustered
Around ones pate not to hate but to recreate in high esteem
The new dream as is to pass through a chewed sign reading
Tull still smoking cornshuck as to make long shadows as to be ones Sissa
On ones Jilly-child new experiment
Top high-colored blouses moding back in our customer
Good morning, friend!
2-18-19
In a '67 Watchtower another key is found
All for another propagated day about it and whereabouts
Try not, do and just be you could see the great wall from the moon
Paid in full in Yaun as voices tell me to get tea
Try not, do and just be as I need not hide my crying eyes from you
In the practice of nonaction
Try not, do and just be
Say less
Listen more of all sway and dominion
I ask not for anyone's opinion
In all exaggerated admonition
I wonder why they're running
God have me to break on through to you
Yet brimming all in panpipes and our Syrinx
Time to move on......
Untitled
2-18-19
Isaiah doesn't always mean yea, go
Moetic doesn't always mean go slow
As to have apprehended and today I purchase one more three-sixty
To go full circle again and liberate my pen
Known in nacre
O, mother of pearl so be it nubile
As to spread forth your hands
And change it up just a tad for syrinx and panpipe
In ones intellect nubile called nuances in our sunbeam
For her days of radiance allowing others to shine
Listen and act accordingly
Eat what you want today and order up foam, froth and fizz
As to go again Unitarian and tell it like it is
I'm not perfect but I claim to be ready by faith.....
Passing Imperceptibly
2-19-19
O, scream kindly and whisper blindly yet mistaken
Only a child in El Shaddai
Childlike yet not childish tattooed on the slashboard and shoddy jewel time consuming
Beyond what the Gunslinger could see with eyes closed for lights clustered
Around ones pate not to hate but to recreate in high esteem
The new dream as is to pass through a chewed sign reading
Tull still smoking cornshuck as to make long shadows as to be ones Sissa
On ones Jilly-child new experiment
Top high-colored blouses moding back in our customer
Good morning, friend!
abduct
Cease To Abduct
2-18-19
Pardon me
I have a tendency of reconfirming
Thank you for understanding in omnipresent consciousness
As to obliterate the danger
O, guide me through and God give me the victory
Happiest survival in the valley
I was mistaken
O, thousand pardons
Hoping to do better next time
Of paint the pillage and pen the poem for piety prosperous
So difficult to learn in transition as wheels grind
And orange peels we are yet to find
As the killer instinct ceases to abduct to uproot the words
All for flowers of the field
Relieve the oppressed and plead for your black widow......
On Isaiah 1:18
2-18-19
As to plumb the cipher
No longer dumb for absence of quantity
By the message transmitted in monogamy of reign
Hard enough to gain and it's electric
No longer horizontal as well pretending to play it perpendicular
Utter sheer and absolute
O, day tripper of unitary universal getting down for such equanimity
O, God uproot the words that destroy not too late
Always too soon tonight full moon
Fratricidal Jesus has got this one
Come now let us reason together
Even while under the weather....
In Our Gobi
2-18-19
Ass out of you and me in surmising
Can that which is unsavoured be eaten without salt
All in pyramids and cubes in things my soul doth but refuse
As sorrowful meat and the white of the egg
Calling the wise mind middle ground prized find fiddle sound
Grant me the thing I long for
O, loose his hand obliterate this danger
In choosing to trust in the Most High
Safe in your own crowd
Time to walk over as soon as I finish this song
All to tell you I was wrong
Grant me the things I long for.....
2-18-19
Pardon me
I have a tendency of reconfirming
Thank you for understanding in omnipresent consciousness
As to obliterate the danger
O, guide me through and God give me the victory
Happiest survival in the valley
I was mistaken
O, thousand pardons
Hoping to do better next time
Of paint the pillage and pen the poem for piety prosperous
So difficult to learn in transition as wheels grind
And orange peels we are yet to find
As the killer instinct ceases to abduct to uproot the words
All for flowers of the field
Relieve the oppressed and plead for your black widow......
On Isaiah 1:18
2-18-19
As to plumb the cipher
No longer dumb for absence of quantity
By the message transmitted in monogamy of reign
Hard enough to gain and it's electric
No longer horizontal as well pretending to play it perpendicular
Utter sheer and absolute
O, day tripper of unitary universal getting down for such equanimity
O, God uproot the words that destroy not too late
Always too soon tonight full moon
Fratricidal Jesus has got this one
Come now let us reason together
Even while under the weather....
In Our Gobi
2-18-19
Ass out of you and me in surmising
Can that which is unsavoured be eaten without salt
All in pyramids and cubes in things my soul doth but refuse
As sorrowful meat and the white of the egg
Calling the wise mind middle ground prized find fiddle sound
Grant me the thing I long for
O, loose his hand obliterate this danger
In choosing to trust in the Most High
Safe in your own crowd
Time to walk over as soon as I finish this song
All to tell you I was wrong
Grant me the things I long for.....
Monday, July 1, 2019
Inanna
Darling Inanna
2-18-19
As to go and say come ye
Knowing that nothing is for free
As Zion shall be redeemed and today I know good success
Excuse my Aramaic for chops of meat overcooked
Keep it simple today for the number of Nebo
And swords bent into plowshares
All for omnipresent consciousness
God don't leave me here stranded even in a solemn meeting
Hands full of blood
God have today to be a productive one
All under the same sun all for incantations on the run
In the number of Inanna as to be finished with black ink at ten thirty
Or just show up in Venus being exalted....
On Isaiah 2:3
2-18-19
For incantations of dispensations for dynamite
Play it out, play it loud and let the chips fall
For the naughty combination shot eight in the side pocket
If such a move is legal in dreams of billiard yet to paint the picture
And ace the allegory
Learn to do well and seek judgment
Come now let us reason now that again Jesus is in season
As sins be as scarlet I'm afraid not
Roger and out good buddy exalted in the heavens
On the legs of runners of the past
Taking her own for her own
Come ye and let us go up for one more cup......
2-18-19
As to go and say come ye
Knowing that nothing is for free
As Zion shall be redeemed and today I know good success
Excuse my Aramaic for chops of meat overcooked
Keep it simple today for the number of Nebo
And swords bent into plowshares
All for omnipresent consciousness
God don't leave me here stranded even in a solemn meeting
Hands full of blood
God have today to be a productive one
All under the same sun all for incantations on the run
In the number of Inanna as to be finished with black ink at ten thirty
Or just show up in Venus being exalted....
On Isaiah 2:3
2-18-19
For incantations of dispensations for dynamite
Play it out, play it loud and let the chips fall
For the naughty combination shot eight in the side pocket
If such a move is legal in dreams of billiard yet to paint the picture
And ace the allegory
Learn to do well and seek judgment
Come now let us reason now that again Jesus is in season
As sins be as scarlet I'm afraid not
Roger and out good buddy exalted in the heavens
On the legs of runners of the past
Taking her own for her own
Come ye and let us go up for one more cup......
beestung
Beestung
2-18-19
Thou that dewellest within the gardens
Call at ten-fifteen with a thousand pardons
Back in business for the ballad of the flexible bullet enduring the evident
And waiting for the wealthy
How do you figure that shooting baskets with brothers in arms
Glad that my mother is alright yet exceedingly young beestung for omnipresent portions
Forever is not forever expatriate the crow for the here and now to keep us satisfied
How do you figure that giving five percent of the net
And the rest of the gross for the amber of Nebo
And a fresh new week on the ladder of lights....
Plan Modified
2-18-19
As to modify the plan
Heads up it is subject to change
Yet only God is immutable established on the top of the mountain of prosperous love
Just show up at eleven all for chocolate temperment
May I hold you in my arms forever is not forever anymore
As to paraphrase the partridge for the time being full moon tonight God hates
As good success awaits as I plead for the widow
As forces wither before I boil the water again acquitted feign disorder
And crush him under your other foot
Lay me out on the prairie for a revolution bound to find you divulged......
2-18-19
Thou that dewellest within the gardens
Call at ten-fifteen with a thousand pardons
Back in business for the ballad of the flexible bullet enduring the evident
And waiting for the wealthy
How do you figure that shooting baskets with brothers in arms
Glad that my mother is alright yet exceedingly young beestung for omnipresent portions
Forever is not forever expatriate the crow for the here and now to keep us satisfied
How do you figure that giving five percent of the net
And the rest of the gross for the amber of Nebo
And a fresh new week on the ladder of lights....
Plan Modified
2-18-19
As to modify the plan
Heads up it is subject to change
Yet only God is immutable established on the top of the mountain of prosperous love
Just show up at eleven all for chocolate temperment
May I hold you in my arms forever is not forever anymore
As to paraphrase the partridge for the time being full moon tonight God hates
As good success awaits as I plead for the widow
As forces wither before I boil the water again acquitted feign disorder
And crush him under your other foot
Lay me out on the prairie for a revolution bound to find you divulged......
default
Winning By Default
2-17-19
As to lift our blinders in Cincinatti Enquirers spirited acidic
Just turn the page all for sacramental bee greeting Joyce Greene
If you know what I mean amid the mist as to bid an open fist
Here there be tigers and bears
As Cain rose up at noon for morning deliveries
And the ballad of the flexible bullet
Come my beloved and board uncle Otto's truck
Believe in us as to be addicted to a new set-up for the eightball in the side pocket
I win by default as you scratch on the variety of lights
As the afternoon is young......
K.C. And Sunshine
2-17-19
As brethren shall return
I buy an end to their visits
For my own best interest
But why do I still read the book
But for the words to write all for K.C. and the Sunshine
And canaries in a coal mine and no more bull dung under lock and key
Ink was the more good use and I count myself to be the luckiest man on earth
As to become as the host as fathers dwell in tents
Exceedingly young compared to where we come from
For thou hast sought me diligently inasmuch as another contradiction
Hither into the wilderness
Am I here to do but the best I can.....
Wait A Minute
2-17-19
Back home in one piece where sometimes the work drifts further out of reach
Yea, many happy returns the rebel learns to say no
In spite of razor burns concerning the mysteries inasmuch as we turn away
Where Laban still refuses
No, I am not bashing by more than available light among mandrakes
As sung the song of milkshakes
Bring it hither where Nephi exhorts down hither into the plains
Wait I want to talk to you
So whispers the voice of reason
Our choice of season my holy medallions and magic ink
Watch and give me time to think.....
2-17-19
As to lift our blinders in Cincinatti Enquirers spirited acidic
Just turn the page all for sacramental bee greeting Joyce Greene
If you know what I mean amid the mist as to bid an open fist
Here there be tigers and bears
As Cain rose up at noon for morning deliveries
And the ballad of the flexible bullet
Come my beloved and board uncle Otto's truck
Believe in us as to be addicted to a new set-up for the eightball in the side pocket
I win by default as you scratch on the variety of lights
As the afternoon is young......
K.C. And Sunshine
2-17-19
As brethren shall return
I buy an end to their visits
For my own best interest
But why do I still read the book
But for the words to write all for K.C. and the Sunshine
And canaries in a coal mine and no more bull dung under lock and key
Ink was the more good use and I count myself to be the luckiest man on earth
As to become as the host as fathers dwell in tents
Exceedingly young compared to where we come from
For thou hast sought me diligently inasmuch as another contradiction
Hither into the wilderness
Am I here to do but the best I can.....
Wait A Minute
2-17-19
Back home in one piece where sometimes the work drifts further out of reach
Yea, many happy returns the rebel learns to say no
In spite of razor burns concerning the mysteries inasmuch as we turn away
Where Laban still refuses
No, I am not bashing by more than available light among mandrakes
As sung the song of milkshakes
Bring it hither where Nephi exhorts down hither into the plains
Wait I want to talk to you
So whispers the voice of reason
Our choice of season my holy medallions and magic ink
Watch and give me time to think.....
go easy
"Go Easy On Yourself", Saith George
2-15-19
Fresh from the Word or whatever the word might be to you
In multiple pursuits and true love nevertheless now behold my brothers
O, will I investigate again or stick with what I already have in Jesus
On the right hand of the throne
Soon on board my starship of satellite radio
All for the numbers of Nebo
And another seal for this transition
No power over my own seed letting it fly
According to the need
I was going to smoke one
But have forgotten false intention like a neon light
Our blade in a new and living way
Led soon to a land of promise
Where she winds back the clock
Didn't know George did balloons....
Take Your Fill
2-15-19
Soon I board my spaceship and consider another development
With streets named after planets and stars
O, show your scars led to a land of promise
In the best time for its manufacture
Count it all joy in the thing I would rather not mention
Where did you hide your halo
I dare not inquire
Without faith it is impossible
I please Him and Bono says don't follow me
Be your own hero
Hold away despair
My Jesus I need mention more and more
Finding my peace back in society
As one to contribute much
Let the peace of God rest in your hearts.....
"Believe In Us"
2-15-19
God gave me the power to enjoy my time away
Where Laban refuses but I still accept
Peace out brother but not to the point of being inept
As reserved on a rolling river as seven more years have come to pass
Moreso like a chicken in a pen among the sheep and sometimes we need come up
With lines of our own but who's we and sometimes God's Word comes from other sources
Trying to be part of the conversation
Fake it and make it
No sense in struggling to make things work
In a place where the word stricken looked like the word whiskey
On another Romans' road to realization....
On First Nephi 2:20
2-17-19
Made a teacher and a ruler
Like a preacher our old schooler
As to rebel against thee from the presence
I couldn't see it even with a sore curse
Yea, a land of choice inasmuch to hear the voice
If so be we conform as if to murmur
Saying it is a hard thing
Good to be back as I have required it unto myself
For cracked bells and H.P. Lovecraft engraven upon plates of brass
As to return
As to encourage and exhort
Nothing that she doesn't see
Back to the tent of the distant brothers
As a scourge unto thy seed
As to desire its use
O, behold I had a dream
To what purpose the multitude follows suit.....
Like A 747
2-17-19
I know this week I am cheap never to keep the commandments
Led to a land of the breaking of the promise a hard choice
Above what I have left behind by Macabre mist traps of humanity in its swirling brotherly love
Trying to leave it all behind among the mist and the coming of the storm
Of New England history lashed with snowstorm soon to be on the town
Before dark with hem fluttered deep as a sullen quarry-water pulling towards the azure
Like an express train as to break truthfully enough to call it a covenant
And only the boathouse escapes as I build a year round home....
2-15-19
Fresh from the Word or whatever the word might be to you
In multiple pursuits and true love nevertheless now behold my brothers
O, will I investigate again or stick with what I already have in Jesus
On the right hand of the throne
Soon on board my starship of satellite radio
All for the numbers of Nebo
And another seal for this transition
No power over my own seed letting it fly
According to the need
I was going to smoke one
But have forgotten false intention like a neon light
Our blade in a new and living way
Led soon to a land of promise
Where she winds back the clock
Didn't know George did balloons....
Take Your Fill
2-15-19
Soon I board my spaceship and consider another development
With streets named after planets and stars
O, show your scars led to a land of promise
In the best time for its manufacture
Count it all joy in the thing I would rather not mention
Where did you hide your halo
I dare not inquire
Without faith it is impossible
I please Him and Bono says don't follow me
Be your own hero
Hold away despair
My Jesus I need mention more and more
Finding my peace back in society
As one to contribute much
Let the peace of God rest in your hearts.....
"Believe In Us"
2-15-19
God gave me the power to enjoy my time away
Where Laban refuses but I still accept
Peace out brother but not to the point of being inept
As reserved on a rolling river as seven more years have come to pass
Moreso like a chicken in a pen among the sheep and sometimes we need come up
With lines of our own but who's we and sometimes God's Word comes from other sources
Trying to be part of the conversation
Fake it and make it
No sense in struggling to make things work
In a place where the word stricken looked like the word whiskey
On another Romans' road to realization....
On First Nephi 2:20
2-17-19
Made a teacher and a ruler
Like a preacher our old schooler
As to rebel against thee from the presence
I couldn't see it even with a sore curse
Yea, a land of choice inasmuch to hear the voice
If so be we conform as if to murmur
Saying it is a hard thing
Good to be back as I have required it unto myself
For cracked bells and H.P. Lovecraft engraven upon plates of brass
As to return
As to encourage and exhort
Nothing that she doesn't see
Back to the tent of the distant brothers
As a scourge unto thy seed
As to desire its use
O, behold I had a dream
To what purpose the multitude follows suit.....
Like A 747
2-17-19
I know this week I am cheap never to keep the commandments
Led to a land of the breaking of the promise a hard choice
Above what I have left behind by Macabre mist traps of humanity in its swirling brotherly love
Trying to leave it all behind among the mist and the coming of the storm
Of New England history lashed with snowstorm soon to be on the town
Before dark with hem fluttered deep as a sullen quarry-water pulling towards the azure
Like an express train as to break truthfully enough to call it a covenant
And only the boathouse escapes as I build a year round home....
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