lost count

 Lost Count

5-31-20

On another laundry day

I find out what I need for seven cones 

Learning self mastery 

To food found throughout our run tie 

Latest suspicion 

O, why work instead 

Ruin for what call it a rut 

Reaching out of ones nut and the just shall live by faith 

And I learn to love the sunshine all over again 

Getting back in business as the road has its ford cracking the code 

For beans and perm in Gaherand in deity 

And what's been said in piety 

For Giza Vermes at Dalmanutha 

And a moment of forever 

Lost count of servants and corrosion 

But God knows my heart like an open book....

Servian Wall

 Mystery Along The Servian Wall 

5-31-20

All for the degree 

They warned me not to have as well in heaven's justice

In eminence mingling our cool breeze for our iron concoctions 

Filling the night's dark test and another production today

As I borrow the blunt in a tiger's distended iris love from dandelion stems with Helen 

Behind me given just enough information blind and halt 

Mind the lasso so kind as to exult 

Needing the coming selvedge and I start again for hummus and walnuts 

With sardines as to flirt on my note of our dawn percolations for the lake of righteousness....

Proposition For Mystery 

5-31-20

Just enough information 

Too much thinking about it on the rain day of May 

Hang the rest as it is gone by 

My, O, my 

In times drunken hour in the brute God willing 

All for love and understanding 

Yet to dig in life sugar and a tea of prose 

Beautiful day 

Bask in it much to work out 

In truth, go Son for my life back 

In seeming larger redeeming narration 

And I choose to stay and be the introspection 

In you I make it again 

In Jack arriving 

Pillage and guns 

To depart otherwise to make the event 

Not the embodiment for mystery.....

Romans 1:16

 On Romans 1:16 

5-30-20

In adding to love's examples 

I have breakfast on the yogurt and banana 

Shaking it loose and loving it 

Fall win primal spirits I recreate for qualities to regiment 

In roses to seek out for the lesson in our boots 

And far from the Godhead of spruces and pines 

And Stoner life in yogi in bedrooms and in days long 

Only love triumphs today yet to retreat 

I keep it up by flower of our tender folk 

Sweetened in turn as poetic of Sir and Self 

O, can the day's wine be one to tell your story 

For which I am not ashamed...

At Altars On Barstools (Life Of High Dismay)

5-30-20

All for the primary of the light of my wristwatch 

and the realization of my spectacles 

As to learn not to tresspass 

Try me Lord for flower outflinging 

And a stone well snug yet I drink to my Lords and Books

For my leaps of flutes little you carry for shadow bands in Celestial seasons 

And a change of direction on crews self no, never  in tequila for flight and its existence 

Where I make this regard as it becomes my saying

To admire them and their spirts high on sap from the garden of myself.....

Tired Yet Wealthy 

5:30-20

Revealed from faith to faith 

Yea, we must consider other paths about it

In the righteousness of its amusement  

Beloved of God called to be saints 

As to save up my pens for peaceful our spleen yogurt 

Sidewalks and warm living shreds of licking it up

Left exhausted and penniless among those whom are called 

Becoming one of my closest to toss more pecans to the squirrels 

As I peak inside for works interior and always in madness 

We're in on my Sunday actions inquisitive 

And flight replenished for our punches external 

Glimmering still....

Capitoline

 Capitoline (Where Woods Are Scrolled)

5-30-20

Beating liturgy of branding Lincolns 

For the friend on my heart where it is always green 

I savory simple and no such pen trouble 

Like dollar echoes that glimmer among us 

Along the Servian Wall 

Seeing it for its wonder caring for Capitoline 

In Althea of Aventine keying it up 

O, poetic champion seeking circus familiar dipping those cherries 

In top turvy hours sometimes too much in hyacinth and cries of gold 

The gunner on his fashion shows its true colors today 

Feeling like the Savior like a blind man....

In Progress Of Its Argument 

5-30-20

Where June is coming 

Our sand dune must be a'drumming for salvation 

And her three tenses

Among all uniqueness as to plan out a day 

To crash my Ford and be given a Roll's Royce 

For the divine order 

Will I go for the burgers in soundness 

O, call it a brother of infirmity in our sunny hours 

And not one to grip it riding the tie sheathes 

Yea, today it's as ruin for chanting flowers 

In haunting powers 

As the waiting game comes rolling from our husk 

As June is still in tune.....

Back To Baths Of Nero 

5-30-20

Personal burger tomorrow as to fight with me

In discipline's Orion little way as to pluck apart all flowers 

Where the sun goes down on peacefulness where the opening is retail 

And my own fire hoping to hook up 

And leave them free of me among single souls 

Where my heart taught my words ala carte on desert sands 

And ceremony as to carelessly resemble its righteousness 

To let them try to imbibe it 

Of what only dreams can hide in gray profusion 

All is well with my mind so far for tamer folk 

Not only for existence 

And the tea is cold...

changing

 Flowers Changing And Powers Haunting 

5-30-20

Feels like the fourth of July at the end of our May 

All about us and it's squirrel expecting his lass 

As to wearily run back to my love's ember beginning 

Wherein I am the masterpiece for the Christ 

Yet to see the way where I'm going to need you 

In how wild I become 

Taking instruments from my bubbly juice 

Monday morning 

Raising it for reconductors in seven loaves and a few small fishes 

Good morning, America rolling our run for Dalmanutha

Where we enter the ship out of reach 

And four thousand are fed of flowers chanting

And powers are haunting.....

O, Nostalgia 

5-30-20

Feeling the canopy like a blind man

O, kind plan for our hyacinth sunny hocks are funny 

Powers off the subtle run on a trip to Maine 

We do but recommend Jesus in all things at the temple of Isis 

At the baths of Nero where I ache for thee in firelight and nightfall 

And God willing we hook up stars in the right ways in mindsets 

In our weary room of hours 

O, be it our delight where we manage your dreams 

Where living to stress February lest we turn argumentation to lies.....

Firefly Light By Wee Hours

5-30-20

Leaving our corner in our daily record 

As to fly higher than an eagle of ego 

Once all glory for all kings and queens 

Different worlds adapt as we crawl and pray 

With the starting line in the game all the way back to our thousand palaces 

Warming my every member back to care at the stand and to catch fireflies 

Where roles grow the more for our hyacinth and savoy of blue 

Out there in our city and words bleeding makeshift 

As to scan his door of jaunty green 

To have nothing to lose for salvation in its three tenses.....

out on the sea

 Out On The Sea (For Free)

5-30-20

Trying too hard to awaken and we're there 

Born on Friday 

Yet I might be mistaken 

As many thou slain him out west today 

To answer alive eyes lying in the rain 

Where it's an injury and envoy one is Ephratha among Syrophoneicians 

In many what if's will work out Van tune best as one to keep up the gladness 

For our Talisha Cumi and alone thy at live as we can know it 

In the time we have to spare caring for caditoleine 

And on the fourth watch we walk out onto the sea for free....

Ephphatha

5-30-20

In the midmost of us 

And tracks to limn awake

Mama, it's getting so hard Amen and Amen 

Additives ajar hearing into my inmost soul 

Like one grand hooded phantom 

To many we have purpose for petty pavagonian sights 

As to still interrelate as to itinerant thy midmost of us in love the utmost 

Healer to slay me to my purpose not just going through the motions 

Of quarantine morganatic and heraldic emotions 

Lin Limimal on the timber tenacious 

For the wrath of God revealed in circles 

Like a seventh hill in the dip....

Thanking

 Five Thousand Did Partake (Thanking God Now)

5-29-20

Talisha Cumi 

Damsel arise in my own eye sharpening triangles 

For prosy words to be uttered 

For other tongues keeping the Spirit over in dreams 

To be inspired in closed readings as many that know it outwent them 

For the news this morning and another opportunity to write legible 

For five levels 

Our fishes two and twelve baskets 

Right from the start 

Soon time to do something 

Thanking my God in the Now 

For travelling fever and blue collar blues 

Symbolizing the mass of my cessation 

Lost count almost four months now 

For to become fire on islands 

Where five thousand were fed and did partake....

Diurnal Duration (Dual By Dichotomy)

5-29-20

all the well lived sensibility in diurnal duration dual by dichotomies 

Where Willie sings Gershwin and Hayward in ways I feel to fall for it

In sad and bumble coming up close to our James Burns 

As ones own sanity learns and I was a fool to fall for it

As to resume on my psycadelic tiger of size records 

And mat rolling learning our legacy in he twenty by way of the thinker 

I pray out my passions where Willie sings Gershwin and Hayward 

If indeed it is you...

Esquiline 

5-29-20

Sense when is poetry strenuous 

So saith a sister in the Savior 

Given three in the afternoon 

Many that know him outwent him for two loaves 

And five fishes 

O, bondservant be what you will 

Called to be an Apostle called the calling off today 

Still oft wish all the world guilty before God as to lasso upon our fish 

And place the blue ribbon on my west wall and above it an orb renewed to God for salvation 

As to imply the spirits of deliverance more than our own pigeonhead 

Reporting back to the amphlitheatre just to see it all go down...