Chastened Again
9-27-17
Of righteous judgment to come upon them
In a new way to get there
I'll figure it out somehow
And this to the intent
In the traditions of our fathers
And no such thing as brainwash
As there are no atheists
For all know there is something
O, Rose tattoo but not made manifest
Belonging to the mountain whose height is great
But you, my beloved behold I declare
Do you know yourself or as tow still searching
Houses cleft unto you desolate
Pinching another vein
At Dame Press.....
Plumbing Truck (No Threat)
9-27-17
Steadfast in the faith
But still we covet
For dreams locked and barred to this intent
And money spent
Nothing on tap today
Soon time to get the stink off
To go to Dallas and say hello to Marianne
Resorted unto that which is good
And to be it unto you
Desolate as to believe almost every word
To keep straightforward in latter days merciful
Cooling and plumbing truck is no such threat
As to be named of those of Nephi
Written of the holy prophets
But for what but to get my head out of my butt
Time to get the stink off and lather up well....
Three By Tennessee
9-27-17
Working with copper and steel
Where I eavesdrop on what I can feel
For they shall be lightfooted as to flee
Yea, weal upon us named Nephites
In a providential sense
With a goal in mind to come to understand the Restoration
Of our gospel, behold ye do know of yourselves
Bob Dylan today always a good idea
And everyone approves of this book at my left side
And he took a stand on something at the university of Cambridge
I may have done better in being happy for them....
Third Time, The Charm
9-27-17
We will see greater things in reading the book
Knowing that the third time is the charm
As to attempt to flee and command ourselves to yield and submit
Trodden down and left to live again
By way of the tablet and pen
On an autumn tour to Rome
Beginning friendship with Robert Lax Wheeler
He was for the confession of Saint Augustine
I can breathe now
And balance out what I am to suffer
For the glory of God
On your way accordingly
To know you're not alone
In the path of our duty
A doctor's handwriting without the gratuity
And strict observance of newfound bliss....
Monday, December 4, 2017
absolve
Prepare The Way (To Absolve)
9-27-17
See with the book and write a whole lot more
On the platforms waiting patiently
Repent and prepare the way
Not cut off from the presence
While my heart is in it as to win it
As Mary Jane has a house in Baltimore
As to know of His coming
As trains pull no garments to shake the sugar down
Off the hook this time for many signs and wonders
And sometime soon our danger thunders
Not but as to be seen up close and crystal clear
At death's door thanking the director
Behold this is not all....
All Things Disintegrate
9-27-17
Shadows are falling and time is running away
And I am content with this
I read the book till I get the gist
And I have a heart and not a clenched fist
Chastening the Nephites because He loves them
Enter Chance full-sized to redeem the female slave
As descended using the urgency to pray
Hoping it would subside
I keep on knocking till I get an answer
As the estimable for our wandering harlot
While you are the fiery circle
Dylan today and tomorrow God willing
As to express my apprehensions...
Adjust The Pinch
9-27-17
Tuning into the graveyard of my mind of comfort
Ololon's Lamentation with your thunderings and lightnings
In your fiery circle into the arms of God
In night watches
Houses be left to you desolate
For this intent He doth prolong our days
Writing only adjusting it slightly
And to suffer for His name like a prisoner
In my own destiny
For many highways broken up
And mountains made low
Gazing at photographs of Rowling trophees
Helping me in the understanding of victory and Word
Extended to Lynch
Just a pinch...
Place For Refuge
9-27-17
Trodden down and left to perish
Inquired the same
What do you cherish
She says I'm right here in front of you
And gives me a napkin to doodle on
Converting Lamanites yet the truth is that all fall short of the glory
And miss the mark
O, kind mist as to choose both life and death
As a living tradition of faith used widely in many seminaries
Back in my far country
With the twang of an arrow
As to see signs and wonders to this intent
That who that believeth might be saved
To the ends of the earth
In Cistercian publications...
9-27-17
See with the book and write a whole lot more
On the platforms waiting patiently
Repent and prepare the way
Not cut off from the presence
While my heart is in it as to win it
As Mary Jane has a house in Baltimore
As to know of His coming
As trains pull no garments to shake the sugar down
Off the hook this time for many signs and wonders
And sometime soon our danger thunders
Not but as to be seen up close and crystal clear
At death's door thanking the director
Behold this is not all....
All Things Disintegrate
9-27-17
Shadows are falling and time is running away
And I am content with this
I read the book till I get the gist
And I have a heart and not a clenched fist
Chastening the Nephites because He loves them
Enter Chance full-sized to redeem the female slave
As descended using the urgency to pray
Hoping it would subside
I keep on knocking till I get an answer
As the estimable for our wandering harlot
While you are the fiery circle
Dylan today and tomorrow God willing
As to express my apprehensions...
Adjust The Pinch
9-27-17
Tuning into the graveyard of my mind of comfort
Ololon's Lamentation with your thunderings and lightnings
In your fiery circle into the arms of God
In night watches
Houses be left to you desolate
For this intent He doth prolong our days
Writing only adjusting it slightly
And to suffer for His name like a prisoner
In my own destiny
For many highways broken up
And mountains made low
Gazing at photographs of Rowling trophees
Helping me in the understanding of victory and Word
Extended to Lynch
Just a pinch...
Place For Refuge
9-27-17
Trodden down and left to perish
Inquired the same
What do you cherish
She says I'm right here in front of you
And gives me a napkin to doodle on
Converting Lamanites yet the truth is that all fall short of the glory
And miss the mark
O, kind mist as to choose both life and death
As a living tradition of faith used widely in many seminaries
Back in my far country
With the twang of an arrow
As to see signs and wonders to this intent
That who that believeth might be saved
To the ends of the earth
In Cistercian publications...
Sunday, December 3, 2017
unifaction
Unifaction
9-27-17
By unifaction of forces
How will we contend with horses
Red, white, black and pale
Keep on fighting the good fight
As God's love will never fail
Thanking my trustees in silhouettes in the meadow
Keeping me holding on to a shadow be it, the illusion
Of what only seems to be
Looking for the sunny side of love for one more day
To crank the air through my east wall
In great upheavals in nature we see the manifestations
Given freely in the jukebox playing low
In the great and eternal head
As stars turn cherry red...
Happy Task
9-27-17
Can you thus lament
As the mercy of God must be near
Rending the heredity of Beulah
Samuel did prophesy
And I made it again on the narrow way
O, who are the churchbells ringing for
O, prepare ye the way
Bringing to pass the resurrection
Repent and prepare the way for flesh and Spirit
For this intent I come up for many words yet to be said
O, ye people of the land
That you would read what is written here
As I am left with a happy task
On a sabbath's day's journey
From where we ought to be....
9-27-17
By unifaction of forces
How will we contend with horses
Red, white, black and pale
Keep on fighting the good fight
As God's love will never fail
Thanking my trustees in silhouettes in the meadow
Keeping me holding on to a shadow be it, the illusion
Of what only seems to be
Looking for the sunny side of love for one more day
To crank the air through my east wall
In great upheavals in nature we see the manifestations
Given freely in the jukebox playing low
In the great and eternal head
As stars turn cherry red...
Happy Task
9-27-17
Can you thus lament
As the mercy of God must be near
Rending the heredity of Beulah
Samuel did prophesy
And I made it again on the narrow way
O, who are the churchbells ringing for
O, prepare ye the way
Bringing to pass the resurrection
Repent and prepare the way for flesh and Spirit
For this intent I come up for many words yet to be said
O, ye people of the land
That you would read what is written here
As I am left with a happy task
On a sabbath's day's journey
From where we ought to be....
remedy
Remedy
9-26-17
Of rending of rocks
And in reading as our remedy
Behold I give you a sign
In the hours before daybreak
Five years more cometh
And you remember that snake
It's a slippery slope to say you can't forgive yourself
For what has been done
Believing not in amnesia
Samuel did but prophesy
In the world of ancient light toiling in vain
We should know of a surety
As I wait for my main man's call
Repent and prepare
O, hear the words of this former account
Soul to soul as fooling the bills
In the time that it kills
Helaman much like out mentioning of tomorrow
Morning sky and transient joy....
Truth Beyond Institutional
9-26-17
Behind the sun
Life has only begun
I pass muster
Touched with desire to learn more
Enter Chance as you do the dance
Can you pity and forgive
For the bells of Saint Mary
Looking before you
Death and life
Repentance or strife
In the great and eternal lead of gold
In this soft light
Our joy in your trophies
Glad that I passed the test
Resting upon this laurel
I can at last get back to work
In signs of His death
Of three days of dark
O, scintillate the spark
You pass!
Samuel Did Prophesy
9-26-17
He hath said
Cry unto the people
And never mind the height of the steeple
Repent and prepare ye the way
Change the way you think and in the morning wash off the stink
By the fall of doom grafted in again
As the river is on the rise
Suggesting our collaboration
Today's the day to celebrate
Coming up upon the walls of the city
He surely must die
That salvation might be for this intent
I come up upon you
No less a personage than you and I
As I love to express my appreciation
Thanking all trustees left with one happy task
You pass the test....
9-26-17
Of rending of rocks
And in reading as our remedy
Behold I give you a sign
In the hours before daybreak
Five years more cometh
And you remember that snake
It's a slippery slope to say you can't forgive yourself
For what has been done
Believing not in amnesia
Samuel did but prophesy
In the world of ancient light toiling in vain
We should know of a surety
As I wait for my main man's call
Repent and prepare
O, hear the words of this former account
Soul to soul as fooling the bills
In the time that it kills
Helaman much like out mentioning of tomorrow
Morning sky and transient joy....
Truth Beyond Institutional
9-26-17
Behind the sun
Life has only begun
I pass muster
Touched with desire to learn more
Enter Chance as you do the dance
Can you pity and forgive
For the bells of Saint Mary
Looking before you
Death and life
Repentance or strife
In the great and eternal lead of gold
In this soft light
Our joy in your trophies
Glad that I passed the test
Resting upon this laurel
I can at last get back to work
In signs of His death
Of three days of dark
O, scintillate the spark
You pass!
Samuel Did Prophesy
9-26-17
He hath said
Cry unto the people
And never mind the height of the steeple
Repent and prepare ye the way
Change the way you think and in the morning wash off the stink
By the fall of doom grafted in again
As the river is on the rise
Suggesting our collaboration
Today's the day to celebrate
Coming up upon the walls of the city
He surely must die
That salvation might be for this intent
I come up upon you
No less a personage than you and I
As I love to express my appreciation
Thanking all trustees left with one happy task
You pass the test....
post resurrection
Post Resurrection
9-26-17
Lord, I pray
Have me to hang in
At least till the ordeal is done
And allow me to pass muster
After all I have seen
To the ends of the earth
Throughout the remainder
It is not for us to know the times and seasons
Praying over photographs
As snapshots no longer in the existence
Of the reality we seek
Yes, I cried for you for forty days
Of Christ's post resurrection
Only obscene the gauge of the cylinder
Putting on Godspeed in my coffee cup
Tomorrow morning
I do it to myself these days....
Lay Up Treasure In Heaven
9-26-17
Are you the fiery circle I've been looking for
Behold you are worse than they
To claim the broken nose
That a heart as to fast until clamoring
Just as sure as I am born again again
Walk after the Spirit
I killed the green spider
For one less thing to worry about
In soon the search for monastic preoccupation
Of my soul's purification
Blessed in this knowledge
As the best of substance in this great city
We are as brothers looking for something pretty
By love and by annihilation
Shame on your wicked schemes
See weights and measurements
A cure of the curse when it gets better
After getting worse....
You Don't Quit
9-26-17
Clothed with costly apparel
Samuel predicts light in the night
And three days of darkness as pale as a ghost
Samuel did but prophesy
As one to howl in perfect silence
O, that we have repented
As things become slippery
On the slope of high hope
As to but grope
Of things which cannot be written
In that it is hard against you
Believe on the Son of God and have everlasting life
For signs and wonders and echoings of thunders
In spiritual plunders
Which you heard from me
In a wonderful coughing fit
Still you don't quit...
9-26-17
Lord, I pray
Have me to hang in
At least till the ordeal is done
And allow me to pass muster
After all I have seen
To the ends of the earth
Throughout the remainder
It is not for us to know the times and seasons
Praying over photographs
As snapshots no longer in the existence
Of the reality we seek
Yes, I cried for you for forty days
Of Christ's post resurrection
Only obscene the gauge of the cylinder
Putting on Godspeed in my coffee cup
Tomorrow morning
I do it to myself these days....
Lay Up Treasure In Heaven
9-26-17
Are you the fiery circle I've been looking for
Behold you are worse than they
To claim the broken nose
That a heart as to fast until clamoring
Just as sure as I am born again again
Walk after the Spirit
I killed the green spider
For one less thing to worry about
In soon the search for monastic preoccupation
Of my soul's purification
Blessed in this knowledge
As the best of substance in this great city
We are as brothers looking for something pretty
By love and by annihilation
Shame on your wicked schemes
See weights and measurements
A cure of the curse when it gets better
After getting worse....
You Don't Quit
9-26-17
Clothed with costly apparel
Samuel predicts light in the night
And three days of darkness as pale as a ghost
Samuel did but prophesy
As one to howl in perfect silence
O, that we have repented
As things become slippery
On the slope of high hope
As to but grope
Of things which cannot be written
In that it is hard against you
Believe on the Son of God and have everlasting life
For signs and wonders and echoings of thunders
In spiritual plunders
Which you heard from me
In a wonderful coughing fit
Still you don't quit...
oil change
Oil Change
9-26-17
Brothers say keep knocking
And Jesus will answer
Still committed to the institutions of Christianity
Sounding comfortable notes
Where I stand up to sing
And join the group in prayer
Behold a blessing
Look upon who Jesus really is
It's rough out there
As to comfort lamentation
Wanted dead or alive
As the righteous of this great city
It was only a green spider
It's alright
Chance is with you for this cause
I will keep on knocking for the answers
In such a correspondence
I will continue here and now....
I'm Getting It
9-26-17
She said this is my cord
In all manner of iniquities
I stumble to rise up and face today the Lord
I'm getting it
My princess engaged in mutual encouragement
On the south side of town
Where leaves turn yellow and brown
In the deep center and ground for personal existence
Ah, yeah the crocodile case
And a face like a teddy bear
Terror changes to pity
Entering the rest of God that passes all understanding
Laying up treasure in heaven
This former treatise I made O Theophilus
Of all that Jesus begins to do and teach
Suffering from this exhaustion
I do it to myself
Writing like the devil....
tails!
Choir Of Day, Tails!
9-26-17
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
In the forest of the light
As to store up treasures in heaven
As to reach them with all that you've got
In a pen in hand
Weal unto our cities we are yet to touch
As illustrious are the scion
Luminous and bright
Seeking shade from an awesome sun
Waiting for the Father and the Son
Between absurdity and the playwright
To take a look on this little bird
In divine effluence
I'm on the road to understanding the Restoration
Into our great expanse...
A.V.
9-26-17
We are angels of divine presences
Even in each others' absence
Combined in freedom and holy brotherhood
I'd like to join it when I am ready
For wonder, love and awe and virtue
Of dovelike softness
Of clean hands as ones condition
As the inescapable prerequisite
Keep on
Keep on eaiting
For God to move these waters
In activists in every religious persuasion
May it not be wolves in sheep's clothing today
But only of Regeneration in this innumerable dance
Needing eight more strings of lights
To complete this sanctuary...
Where Forms Eternally Exist
9-26-17
We would have not slain the prophets
If they were not the real deal
Speaking flattering words of new hope
To find the path
Wandering in the wilderness
Ye have compassed this mountain long enough
Turn ye northward
I write my own thesis
While lying down in pieces
In salient comments of this existence
God has His purpose and plan
Man must face absurdity
Of this life singing love's praises
Amen
Hallelujah
Acquainted with desire
Doing all that I know in Beulah
Songs of sounds of comfort
Tomorrow morning....
9-26-17
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
In the forest of the light
As to store up treasures in heaven
As to reach them with all that you've got
In a pen in hand
Weal unto our cities we are yet to touch
As illustrious are the scion
Luminous and bright
Seeking shade from an awesome sun
Waiting for the Father and the Son
Between absurdity and the playwright
To take a look on this little bird
In divine effluence
I'm on the road to understanding the Restoration
Into our great expanse...
A.V.
9-26-17
We are angels of divine presences
Even in each others' absence
Combined in freedom and holy brotherhood
I'd like to join it when I am ready
For wonder, love and awe and virtue
Of dovelike softness
Of clean hands as ones condition
As the inescapable prerequisite
Keep on
Keep on eaiting
For God to move these waters
In activists in every religious persuasion
May it not be wolves in sheep's clothing today
But only of Regeneration in this innumerable dance
Needing eight more strings of lights
To complete this sanctuary...
Where Forms Eternally Exist
9-26-17
We would have not slain the prophets
If they were not the real deal
Speaking flattering words of new hope
To find the path
Wandering in the wilderness
Ye have compassed this mountain long enough
Turn ye northward
I write my own thesis
While lying down in pieces
In salient comments of this existence
God has His purpose and plan
Man must face absurdity
Of this life singing love's praises
Amen
Hallelujah
Acquainted with desire
Doing all that I know in Beulah
Songs of sounds of comfort
Tomorrow morning....
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