Via Gaza
12-1-17
Vested in assembly
O, Jihad serve your purpose
To but extricate and surrender to ourselves
Undertaken as this sacred duty for an idea on principle
Rending hearts but not our vestures
On vigorous crusades held completely which hope cometh of faith
In things we cannot see
Wherefore it must needs be
That some have this faith
As substance of things hoped for to but prophesy
Great and marvelous things in the faith of Ammon
Crystal light of a consciousness of its own
In vigorous and emotional crusades
As to witness by the things of this faith
On the other main route
The King's Highway
East of the Dead Sea....
Smallest Leaf (Awash)
12-1-17
As Coriantor begets Ether
As to die in the valley for music
Taking a turn to the bizarre
No faith among those that need to see it
As one to join the brotherhood of the Latter Day Saints
Not a promise but an idea and recommendation
For future excursions as to humble ourselves to the Word
Before Christ came four hundred years of silence between testaments
Established by law as vested for Jehad
War is part of this plan
As mules crush Balaam's foot on the wall
Awash
Loves at the surface
Yet in hopes to but simplify this study space
As a sequel to sanity....
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
Masorah
Masorah
12-1-17
In our teachable word
It matters for the seeds to yet scatter
Drying off a disease called civilization
As moved by the Spirit
This is all made possible
In from the cold field
On top of a warm plain
They cannonize it
For the truth to work effectually in you
For omissions and additions
Of Vatican council overruled
By the assembly for cowboy coffee
Teeth stained but I still need to brush
As to comb my pony
Because we are as many as could be
If all could only see elders of Midian visit again
As to Balaen Moab distressed no longer
O, Masorah our tradition....
On Numbers 22:13
12-1-17
O, Balak son of Zippor
Hello Mister Rapid
He whom thou is blessed on this side of Jordan
Never again to chase them
Where do you wish you were O gentlemen apprentice
Befriending me
Pitching tents in the plains of Moab
On this side of Jordan
Hitting it again
The gentle giant for Balaan
Not given leave as to chase me
This people art
Bless the height of the steeple
He tells him to ride on our mule
With three servants in Aramaic and Greek
Come inclusion conferred the same attitude
In early transactions as I see the angel with sword drawn
Turning aside to see this astonishment not given leave...
12-1-17
In our teachable word
It matters for the seeds to yet scatter
Drying off a disease called civilization
As moved by the Spirit
This is all made possible
In from the cold field
On top of a warm plain
They cannonize it
For the truth to work effectually in you
For omissions and additions
Of Vatican council overruled
By the assembly for cowboy coffee
Teeth stained but I still need to brush
As to comb my pony
Because we are as many as could be
If all could only see elders of Midian visit again
As to Balaen Moab distressed no longer
O, Masorah our tradition....
On Numbers 22:13
12-1-17
O, Balak son of Zippor
Hello Mister Rapid
He whom thou is blessed on this side of Jordan
Never again to chase them
Where do you wish you were O gentlemen apprentice
Befriending me
Pitching tents in the plains of Moab
On this side of Jordan
Hitting it again
The gentle giant for Balaan
Not given leave as to chase me
This people art
Bless the height of the steeple
He tells him to ride on our mule
With three servants in Aramaic and Greek
Come inclusion conferred the same attitude
In early transactions as I see the angel with sword drawn
Turning aside to see this astonishment not given leave...
cannonize
As To Cannonize
12-1-17
As to cannonize it by illumination
Our light and the bible all revelation
Praying to know what this all means
In parchment in Paul's demos
The next fourteen books as never by the Spirit
For impartation touching hearts in high places
On another sunny day commanding carnal with spiritual
For one winter dream in cozy comfort from the elements
You're going to shine your light in darkness
O, how will you light the world with a thousand other pursuits
Taking up Aldous Huxley our intellectual teaser
Breathing deeply the new life flowing into us all
For its earliest comprehensible manuscript as I cannonize....
12-1-17
As to cannonize it by illumination
Our light and the bible all revelation
Praying to know what this all means
In parchment in Paul's demos
The next fourteen books as never by the Spirit
For impartation touching hearts in high places
On another sunny day commanding carnal with spiritual
For one winter dream in cozy comfort from the elements
You're going to shine your light in darkness
O, how will you light the world with a thousand other pursuits
Taking up Aldous Huxley our intellectual teaser
Breathing deeply the new life flowing into us all
For its earliest comprehensible manuscript as I cannonize....
Boudicca
My Boudicca
12-1-17
Over the druids of morn
Just carry on in our tactical advantage
Gods living far from human reach
And you've got to do it again
Easily convinced ever since we make meat mince
A port for three shillings
As Churchill accumulates bon vivant
Getting around to it for the commission
All for crazy December humidity of cupidity
But no more stupidity
In the abode of the gods
Let's eat and share stories
Having no soft spot
As if between a hard place and a pillow
Don't bring me down
Loving Boudicca under wanted heavens
And its closeness progress impressive
and vulnerability
Enter Bene
O, she misused me....
Pringles Due (exhortation)
12-1-17
Sunlight for crops on our labyrinth
Path to the otherworld
Whatever makes you happy in the books
Erudition not just for good looks
appearing in triplicity in prehistoric rock
Craving time to face the music
Heard regardless as the seat of the human soul
I can dig it toy in warmth and shelter from the elements
For our times in Sudan and Fincastle
Of status-quo
I thought you's like to know
Bearing their insignia of the battle slain
Doing my homework
I'm reading my other bible
As to rejoice come the morning light
God have me go to be a blessing
Under Esther
Under Ether
Or whoever you can read of.....
Ptolemaic Abundance
12-1-17
Down into our Annun
O, isle of apples
Bringing root beers and snapples in succession
With enormous talismatic properties
Hold on, day writer
For Saint Jerome as to produce what we create
Learn how to love and forget how to hate
Devoting canonical for their incision
But who are they to still inquire
Choose now two novels from off the shelf
For illustrations if so the Spirit dwells in you
As to research the temple and make brighter your light
To shine upon the world for impartation
And something to share
Not as word of men
But a prod to the pen
For passion and petition
As God has things
As I showed up with gifts
Of Ptolemaic abundance....
12-1-17
Over the druids of morn
Just carry on in our tactical advantage
Gods living far from human reach
And you've got to do it again
Easily convinced ever since we make meat mince
A port for three shillings
As Churchill accumulates bon vivant
Getting around to it for the commission
All for crazy December humidity of cupidity
But no more stupidity
In the abode of the gods
Let's eat and share stories
Having no soft spot
As if between a hard place and a pillow
Don't bring me down
Loving Boudicca under wanted heavens
And its closeness progress impressive
and vulnerability
Enter Bene
O, she misused me....
Pringles Due (exhortation)
12-1-17
Sunlight for crops on our labyrinth
Path to the otherworld
Whatever makes you happy in the books
Erudition not just for good looks
appearing in triplicity in prehistoric rock
Craving time to face the music
Heard regardless as the seat of the human soul
I can dig it toy in warmth and shelter from the elements
For our times in Sudan and Fincastle
Of status-quo
I thought you's like to know
Bearing their insignia of the battle slain
Doing my homework
I'm reading my other bible
As to rejoice come the morning light
God have me go to be a blessing
Under Esther
Under Ether
Or whoever you can read of.....
Ptolemaic Abundance
12-1-17
Down into our Annun
O, isle of apples
Bringing root beers and snapples in succession
With enormous talismatic properties
Hold on, day writer
For Saint Jerome as to produce what we create
Learn how to love and forget how to hate
Devoting canonical for their incision
But who are they to still inquire
Choose now two novels from off the shelf
For illustrations if so the Spirit dwells in you
As to research the temple and make brighter your light
To shine upon the world for impartation
And something to share
Not as word of men
But a prod to the pen
For passion and petition
As God has things
As I showed up with gifts
Of Ptolemaic abundance....
Sunday, January 7, 2018
neighbor
To Neighboring Cultures
12-1-17
Keeping me warm through the winter this music
What do you see likewise portrayed to shine my light upon your life
Like a kingdom in a minuter sketch to but fetch
As time and space we watch for our judge called Brickem Rig
Can you but dig
Eau da vie twelve and sixpence
Paying off our hussars
In our northwest frontier
Keeping to flocks for this discovery
Knowing heaven in the here and now
In our grazing land likewise portrayed
To understand even in crafty heroins in sacred groves
Carry on with our Tuatha ancestral
In the Sudan to twenty-first lancers....
Lceni Queen
12-1-17
As a Cape-to-Caire railway in flight
First plane to San Francisco just leaving town
Resisting seventy strangers off to a good start
For the gods living far from human reach in the everyday world of wonder
For warriors of the visible and elemental spirits perhaps for this reason
We die to ourselves to be born unto new glory
Interpreted by the otherworld in what is invisible
Making quite an impression on the present tense in Boudicca
Still trying to make sense in stature tall and slender in our attachment of yeomanry ingenuity
Praise God, she is here...
12-1-17
Keeping me warm through the winter this music
What do you see likewise portrayed to shine my light upon your life
Like a kingdom in a minuter sketch to but fetch
As time and space we watch for our judge called Brickem Rig
Can you but dig
Eau da vie twelve and sixpence
Paying off our hussars
In our northwest frontier
Keeping to flocks for this discovery
Knowing heaven in the here and now
In our grazing land likewise portrayed
To understand even in crafty heroins in sacred groves
Carry on with our Tuatha ancestral
In the Sudan to twenty-first lancers....
Lceni Queen
12-1-17
As a Cape-to-Caire railway in flight
First plane to San Francisco just leaving town
Resisting seventy strangers off to a good start
For the gods living far from human reach in the everyday world of wonder
For warriors of the visible and elemental spirits perhaps for this reason
We die to ourselves to be born unto new glory
Interpreted by the otherworld in what is invisible
Making quite an impression on the present tense in Boudicca
Still trying to make sense in stature tall and slender in our attachment of yeomanry ingenuity
Praise God, she is here...
chamberlain
Chamberlain
12-1-17
The Spirit does the majority of the teaching
As well as experience against nature
In their preaching not as unto the Lord
By faith of Alma and Amulek
And now I, Moroni would speak of it
Just as it is likewise portrayed by itself
And books to read upon my shelf
Post-exilic and pre-tribulation
For our rulership pertaining to Earth Mother
Throwing down the blade as it has just begun
After the conquest with pearl style written inscriptions
Christening dissent
Queen and country often elements
To ones own position
For the judge of the king
Seam up and sinew.....
Lancashire (Game Of Peace)
12-1-17
Sun rises sooner
Round as a grist cede of justice
Providing protection in our grazing land
Decode these messages and you will have a lot to say about it
As we won't need to go without it
Half a week ahead of time
Taking joy in the things that always are shared
And brought to the table by farce and fable
Tragedy, comedy and satire
Come on baby, light my fire
Confusingly colonel of Lancashire speaks it well
In our subsequent read
Constant conflict where war is a part
Of the game of peace
And Tolstoy lives somewhere in space and time
For written inscriptions
For our chronicles.....
12-1-17
The Spirit does the majority of the teaching
As well as experience against nature
In their preaching not as unto the Lord
By faith of Alma and Amulek
And now I, Moroni would speak of it
Just as it is likewise portrayed by itself
And books to read upon my shelf
Post-exilic and pre-tribulation
For our rulership pertaining to Earth Mother
Throwing down the blade as it has just begun
After the conquest with pearl style written inscriptions
Christening dissent
Queen and country often elements
To ones own position
For the judge of the king
Seam up and sinew.....
Lancashire (Game Of Peace)
12-1-17
Sun rises sooner
Round as a grist cede of justice
Providing protection in our grazing land
Decode these messages and you will have a lot to say about it
As we won't need to go without it
Half a week ahead of time
Taking joy in the things that always are shared
And brought to the table by farce and fable
Tragedy, comedy and satire
Come on baby, light my fire
Confusingly colonel of Lancashire speaks it well
In our subsequent read
Constant conflict where war is a part
Of the game of peace
And Tolstoy lives somewhere in space and time
For written inscriptions
For our chronicles.....
post-exillic
Post-exilic
12-1-17
Hopelessly behind
Much hope in heart and mind
For much more keeping the flocks and rolling over the rocks
Watching for my news
She knows just what to say trading protection for tributes of comestibles
Given archeological sites
To knowledge we have our believing rights
Slept in till six fifteen
Where Ether exhorts for weather reports
In the day of Coriantumr of Golan heights
And colder nights born to the movement of the start
In lords of cords and legends most venerable
Where many yet harden their heart
For the sciences and their arts
Post-exillic......
12-1-17
Hopelessly behind
Much hope in heart and mind
For much more keeping the flocks and rolling over the rocks
Watching for my news
She knows just what to say trading protection for tributes of comestibles
Given archeological sites
To knowledge we have our believing rights
Slept in till six fifteen
Where Ether exhorts for weather reports
In the day of Coriantumr of Golan heights
And colder nights born to the movement of the start
In lords of cords and legends most venerable
Where many yet harden their heart
For the sciences and their arts
Post-exillic......
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