Seafarer
5-16-18
Plying outside of chance
Straying far from the same old dance
As out feat proves successful in thinking outside the box
And taming as demonstrated it could be the fox
There still is time for divers washings where in silence
There is a noise noxious nonetheless expedient and heaven sent
And more birch beer cabbage for another book spree
Finding E.L.P. to be as middle ground
For essays of sport where a little goes a long way
In the blessing of music and literature
Call it such and stay in touch
In deeds of valor against the enmity
Think outside the box
At the turn of the Melinnium fine print
Yet to be recorded
As so to swear is synonymous to be sure of it.....
It's Out Of My Hands
5-16-18
Loving the smell of used books
As with writing worms we bait our hooks
Loving people everywhere
I enlighten you just as well as you do
Me back into Panama where no man knows the day
And I walk over early working hard but hardly working
It's still early too Cuban for words
As most say let's make it later
Stick your neck out to know what goes on
In actual and the factual back in Panama
Hey, little helper coming in the form of a devil on another level
A term of endearment in a congregation with no applause
O, does God hate the solemn assembly
Or did we misinterpret the message at hand
Pressure on pressure off
And thus begins the sixteenth year
Of coordinated raids....
Swear As To Be Sure
5-16-18
As to curry favor as to bury flavor
Back in Panama sometimes better to deny it
Gradually succumbed to despair
Sometimes it seems to appear all too much
Yet still we manage to keep in touch
God I pray that you guard my front door
Rave not nor even fret
Crave not the cigarette
Somehow someday I'll be in need of an explanation
Say not someday when the time of day is now
In much ado about nothing at all short while tall
In the darkest of days say not someday
As to visit the old pool
Just another one of my eccentricities
Using the air conditioner for the first time so far
Say not someday O, first magnitude star
God have me to just relax!
With The Wake Of Their Music
5-16-18
As to face up on the last call
Call your witness dozing while upright
Don't need any more caffeine where I seek sanction in this humor
For ruined palaces of best-kept mansions draw the last card
Warm, cool and happy and buccaneer warriors
Keep it quiet and go slow well worthwhile on the edges of swamps
By casual indifference another fifteen minute siesta while upright
Wrapped in the folds of your attention
Not an impossible endeavor
Next to the rest of forever
Time to turn it over
Write it down and turn around
Owing you in the main thankless privilege
Say not T.M.I. to what is common knowledge.....
Saturday, September 15, 2018
rains
I Will Go When It Rains
5-16-18
O, barrier we repeat it masterfully
Like a ruby almost as red as my rose
Of country club matter and another blessing on ones plate
A pious platter soon able to commit to one another
As to admit my longing to see a new brother
By the constant type of suffering our illustration
To serve as the main example
Blessed as I wait
Living on the edge of love in combating hate
In sickness and in health in poverty and in wealth
And by the firstborn of their flock
O, Lila love lie la lie
God have me to be a blessing today to many
In a haze of smoky pleasure
So then you knew of our Rock of Ages
Sessions unlimited.....
Covenant Twenty
5-16-18
In conferences with the Abbot
Yet to break another habit
Only wanting sweet fresh air
Carrying ones cross to the other hill
O, Rock of all Ages
I am content with peace and chase not after such enlightenment
When God is love and love is all around
As to mind cool breezes not afraid to care
O, be the light of the mind
Having specific intentions being careful as I go
And mindful what I stand
Choosing the destination wisely
On the other side of life
Sometimes I forgo it where is it a want
But not a need
Loving life with a sensuous passion
For empty bottles lining the edge of precipices unsettled
As featured on channel five
God give me the victory today
In this battle as I ride the ragged road......
A Time To Conserve
5-16-18
Needing more bookshelves and Bulletin boards
But knowing that it will all return to the dust
Today it's survive or bust
In a task as simple as clipping my nails
Upon the hill living and dying with specific intentions
Loving preceding elders younger leading me to fall in love with the gloaming
Ask her about anything on your mind to but mention a rainy day
Every day of the week
O, but mind the coolness for members in good standing
Today with shorter hair in new styles given today the gift of contemplation
Like woolgathering as to witness and to accept at least one more invitation
Still yet undecided for High Country....
Late Start Revisited
5-16-18
O, why need I keep watch when Jesus has it in the palm of his hands
For another truck stop runner inexplicably unsettled
As to be taking up Thomas McGuane all for pleasure and her counterpart of pain
All for ones bushwhacked piano making the flute rock as well now
That we have your attention previous to partaking under wraps faith agreeable
Yet blind to what really matters
Denial, my only way to get through it
Pray for me, brother where it's ninety-nine in the shade
Drinking plenty of water and mercy from the master
Maybe my own late start and lyrics in the shopping cart
All for Chet Poeroy left dazzled
Time to turn off everything else....
5-16-18
O, barrier we repeat it masterfully
Like a ruby almost as red as my rose
Of country club matter and another blessing on ones plate
A pious platter soon able to commit to one another
As to admit my longing to see a new brother
By the constant type of suffering our illustration
To serve as the main example
Blessed as I wait
Living on the edge of love in combating hate
In sickness and in health in poverty and in wealth
And by the firstborn of their flock
O, Lila love lie la lie
God have me to be a blessing today to many
In a haze of smoky pleasure
So then you knew of our Rock of Ages
Sessions unlimited.....
Covenant Twenty
5-16-18
In conferences with the Abbot
Yet to break another habit
Only wanting sweet fresh air
Carrying ones cross to the other hill
O, Rock of all Ages
I am content with peace and chase not after such enlightenment
When God is love and love is all around
As to mind cool breezes not afraid to care
O, be the light of the mind
Having specific intentions being careful as I go
And mindful what I stand
Choosing the destination wisely
On the other side of life
Sometimes I forgo it where is it a want
But not a need
Loving life with a sensuous passion
For empty bottles lining the edge of precipices unsettled
As featured on channel five
God give me the victory today
In this battle as I ride the ragged road......
A Time To Conserve
5-16-18
Needing more bookshelves and Bulletin boards
But knowing that it will all return to the dust
Today it's survive or bust
In a task as simple as clipping my nails
Upon the hill living and dying with specific intentions
Loving preceding elders younger leading me to fall in love with the gloaming
Ask her about anything on your mind to but mention a rainy day
Every day of the week
O, but mind the coolness for members in good standing
Today with shorter hair in new styles given today the gift of contemplation
Like woolgathering as to witness and to accept at least one more invitation
Still yet undecided for High Country....
Late Start Revisited
5-16-18
O, why need I keep watch when Jesus has it in the palm of his hands
For another truck stop runner inexplicably unsettled
As to be taking up Thomas McGuane all for pleasure and her counterpart of pain
All for ones bushwhacked piano making the flute rock as well now
That we have your attention previous to partaking under wraps faith agreeable
Yet blind to what really matters
Denial, my only way to get through it
Pray for me, brother where it's ninety-nine in the shade
Drinking plenty of water and mercy from the master
Maybe my own late start and lyrics in the shopping cart
All for Chet Poeroy left dazzled
Time to turn off everything else....
yearbook
Yearbook Revisited
5-16-18
Making spirits of them for brushes and paints
And phlegm as mane of masonry
Where my passion only seems to be killing me
Through the quagmire of what is to be as summer approaches
wanting to be blissfully unaware
As to grow quite fearful to love and care
And you play the Joker and I play the ace
Unlike the cities of our viceroys
Everything looks wretched
Spouting like the green of springs
Doubting as the fiend but just for things
Where it's more to me than just reminiscing
For vibrations and their interactions
I say Amen in my own special way
And Jesus loves me today....
Birthday Week (Birthright To Reek)
5-16-18
One week from now I turn forty-five
All for bitterness of our antiquarian's shop in homes convelescent
And submissive tenderness quiet on the western front
Call it a lust or say it is true like a lightning bolt we are of the few
For all cherry streams of prose in that Jesus knows
For the voice in the wilderness where it feels like fire
Where in love there is no lie on my high wire
Hoping to live and die to conduct our own meetings
Getting ready for thunder grabbing Marcie's hand
Living and dying to understand by the priest's duty to expound
O, what will be found
Where we administer the sacrament
Hot on your trail as I live and die
I'm on my way....
Clovenfooted
5-16-18
Casting horseshoes of silver blaze for clouds of smoke and real intent
To but graze and last night when I let her fly away
I know I did the right thing but love is here to stay
As wax vesta and books in my bag yet sensual
Yet carnal still lighting up my fag
But at least God knows it from beginning to its end
As to administer the sacrament for the worm that dieth not
For haggard faces and somewhat expensive tastes
Leaving all traces as time so he wastes
All for tunics of twain recovering through righteousness
Divinely promised as I drive out man and place the flaming sword
At the east of the garden
O, a thousand pardon
Cain before Abel clovenfooted.....
Ahearan
5-16-18
Our Ahearan nods gravely
Before it all goes down
Such is my passion
And today I take it to town
As ones society laughter sarcastic of the hereafter
How dare say I as to frill my steam and next week have a piece of birthday cake
With Father according to the flesh
By our expulsion from Eden
I'm still wide awake as so when you till the ground
As to will all sight and sound
O, where is Abel your brother
O, where is Eve your mother
Exhorting even to bring it around by God's provision
Greater than I can but bear
I don't mind but indeed I care
All for the white sphere by the water.....
5-16-18
Making spirits of them for brushes and paints
And phlegm as mane of masonry
Where my passion only seems to be killing me
Through the quagmire of what is to be as summer approaches
wanting to be blissfully unaware
As to grow quite fearful to love and care
And you play the Joker and I play the ace
Unlike the cities of our viceroys
Everything looks wretched
Spouting like the green of springs
Doubting as the fiend but just for things
Where it's more to me than just reminiscing
For vibrations and their interactions
I say Amen in my own special way
And Jesus loves me today....
Birthday Week (Birthright To Reek)
5-16-18
One week from now I turn forty-five
All for bitterness of our antiquarian's shop in homes convelescent
And submissive tenderness quiet on the western front
Call it a lust or say it is true like a lightning bolt we are of the few
For all cherry streams of prose in that Jesus knows
For the voice in the wilderness where it feels like fire
Where in love there is no lie on my high wire
Hoping to live and die to conduct our own meetings
Getting ready for thunder grabbing Marcie's hand
Living and dying to understand by the priest's duty to expound
O, what will be found
Where we administer the sacrament
Hot on your trail as I live and die
I'm on my way....
Clovenfooted
5-16-18
Casting horseshoes of silver blaze for clouds of smoke and real intent
To but graze and last night when I let her fly away
I know I did the right thing but love is here to stay
As wax vesta and books in my bag yet sensual
Yet carnal still lighting up my fag
But at least God knows it from beginning to its end
As to administer the sacrament for the worm that dieth not
For haggard faces and somewhat expensive tastes
Leaving all traces as time so he wastes
All for tunics of twain recovering through righteousness
Divinely promised as I drive out man and place the flaming sword
At the east of the garden
O, a thousand pardon
Cain before Abel clovenfooted.....
Ahearan
5-16-18
Our Ahearan nods gravely
Before it all goes down
Such is my passion
And today I take it to town
As ones society laughter sarcastic of the hereafter
How dare say I as to frill my steam and next week have a piece of birthday cake
With Father according to the flesh
By our expulsion from Eden
I'm still wide awake as so when you till the ground
As to will all sight and sound
O, where is Abel your brother
O, where is Eve your mother
Exhorting even to bring it around by God's provision
Greater than I can but bear
I don't mind but indeed I care
All for the white sphere by the water.....
Friday, September 14, 2018
Cordovan
Cordovan (Been Here Before)
5-16-18
I think the gurus are learned
New but that to kill made judge and jury
Given the what still in need of the how
According to His will
Under the leaves of the mango as one to learn
To speak a newfangled tongue of power and glory
Be prepared refusing to retire again
Given the launching bad of good and bad, the best I've ever had
Praying for understanding before I get back in their book
Ours more for wide spread worship of Dee recovering Pagan festivals
As part of the plan just as well in Lacides not knowing what I mean by this
Followed by our own personal regimen of portions
Dressed in white linen clad in cordovan boots.....
We Want Action
5-16-18
Into the light soon we plunge
And dive right in returning from Spain
Our longing for here is almost sin of metallic color
The bronze doth he win
Taking something for the pain every hour on the hour
Feeling like a king that has lost his crown
Back in medical school but not as a man of renown
Eating cloves one at a time
For cracks in the windows of our fractured love
With a certain disdain for fashion all for the faith
In the extra added ration caught in my own dream of such a pavilion
and Lehi flees to the other camp
As I say a prayer for Mother sitting by her lamp
Of which initiates the grass as damp and we want action.....
On Job 3:17
5-16-18
Called in only for ceaseless chaces
As to begin to disappear for want of seeing familiar faces
For another ten minute siesta while sitting upright
It's good to take a look around and enjoy what's right here and now
All for our hellion mischievious and unruly
I take out the garbage again
O, why died I not in the womb
And so it is whispered, "Sorry that you feel that way"
And I take this to the tomb back to our own Parish Cafe
As to walk the line knowing you can't fight it
In Jerusalem de saint-Amor redeeming what we once was
To those with a thirsty nose
Why did not the knees prevent me
For the theme of the wicked ceasing from their trouble.....
For The Cause Of Masks
5-16-18
On another holiday of obligation
All for the old slave quarter bringing these words with me into the world
Greeting Daconte opening another cinema for the cause of masks
And wardrobes of action and social engagement
All for the preliminary in wildlife
And someday I kiss the world goodbye for the coachman braved
At our drunken Pentecost privileged feeling betrayed
I didn't mean to bring it up but I felt it needed to be addressed
Hearing not the voice of the oppressors by devotion and submissive tenderness
On thousands of accounts of cheating on my lovers
As God sets a mark on Cain only after rank for sleepy provincial candidates
Where secrets are common....
5-16-18
I think the gurus are learned
New but that to kill made judge and jury
Given the what still in need of the how
According to His will
Under the leaves of the mango as one to learn
To speak a newfangled tongue of power and glory
Be prepared refusing to retire again
Given the launching bad of good and bad, the best I've ever had
Praying for understanding before I get back in their book
Ours more for wide spread worship of Dee recovering Pagan festivals
As part of the plan just as well in Lacides not knowing what I mean by this
Followed by our own personal regimen of portions
Dressed in white linen clad in cordovan boots.....
We Want Action
5-16-18
Into the light soon we plunge
And dive right in returning from Spain
Our longing for here is almost sin of metallic color
The bronze doth he win
Taking something for the pain every hour on the hour
Feeling like a king that has lost his crown
Back in medical school but not as a man of renown
Eating cloves one at a time
For cracks in the windows of our fractured love
With a certain disdain for fashion all for the faith
In the extra added ration caught in my own dream of such a pavilion
and Lehi flees to the other camp
As I say a prayer for Mother sitting by her lamp
Of which initiates the grass as damp and we want action.....
On Job 3:17
5-16-18
Called in only for ceaseless chaces
As to begin to disappear for want of seeing familiar faces
For another ten minute siesta while sitting upright
It's good to take a look around and enjoy what's right here and now
All for our hellion mischievious and unruly
I take out the garbage again
O, why died I not in the womb
And so it is whispered, "Sorry that you feel that way"
And I take this to the tomb back to our own Parish Cafe
As to walk the line knowing you can't fight it
In Jerusalem de saint-Amor redeeming what we once was
To those with a thirsty nose
Why did not the knees prevent me
For the theme of the wicked ceasing from their trouble.....
For The Cause Of Masks
5-16-18
On another holiday of obligation
All for the old slave quarter bringing these words with me into the world
Greeting Daconte opening another cinema for the cause of masks
And wardrobes of action and social engagement
All for the preliminary in wildlife
And someday I kiss the world goodbye for the coachman braved
At our drunken Pentecost privileged feeling betrayed
I didn't mean to bring it up but I felt it needed to be addressed
Hearing not the voice of the oppressors by devotion and submissive tenderness
On thousands of accounts of cheating on my lovers
As God sets a mark on Cain only after rank for sleepy provincial candidates
Where secrets are common....
Thursday, September 13, 2018
pupil
Pupils Of Divine Providence
5-15-18
Up and at it again at quarter till eight
Not too soon
Not too late
As to illuminate the stifling for our country gentlemen
Holding doors for our fixative solution preparing for an onslaught
In our futile struggle against struggle itself
According to the will of the Father
Leaning upon a silver-handled cane later on today expecting rain
Shaving my figurative pastor beard
As many as would fall from grace
Let the church take heed and pray always
Coming forth with contrite spirit and broken heart
Telling the tale of ones own sin for the last sacred sacrament
And a thank you speech to conceal words spoken out of turn
And the worst is over for luminous pupils of divine providence.....
Our Primitive Austerity
5-15-18
As to circumvent all legal procedures
And to condone their tradition
As nothing out of the ordinary
Studying oneself as today anything goes
The plan is that there is no plan
Only faith by condolence and veneration
I bring these words into the world precise and rapid into primitive austerity
Today I let it fly for the crystals in our hearts with a consciousness of their own visiting
Olivella take me as I am in callings within in spite of age and growing in gray hairs
In hopeless cases and our siesta on the terrace of social innovations
Time to walk over and bask in the sunlight.....
5-15-18
Up and at it again at quarter till eight
Not too soon
Not too late
As to illuminate the stifling for our country gentlemen
Holding doors for our fixative solution preparing for an onslaught
In our futile struggle against struggle itself
According to the will of the Father
Leaning upon a silver-handled cane later on today expecting rain
Shaving my figurative pastor beard
As many as would fall from grace
Let the church take heed and pray always
Coming forth with contrite spirit and broken heart
Telling the tale of ones own sin for the last sacred sacrament
And a thank you speech to conceal words spoken out of turn
And the worst is over for luminous pupils of divine providence.....
Our Primitive Austerity
5-15-18
As to circumvent all legal procedures
And to condone their tradition
As nothing out of the ordinary
Studying oneself as today anything goes
The plan is that there is no plan
Only faith by condolence and veneration
I bring these words into the world precise and rapid into primitive austerity
Today I let it fly for the crystals in our hearts with a consciousness of their own visiting
Olivella take me as I am in callings within in spite of age and growing in gray hairs
In hopeless cases and our siesta on the terrace of social innovations
Time to walk over and bask in the sunlight.....
Pasquinade
Pasquinade
5-15-18
Between the bricks of our facade
Do we look for another God like another way of worship
Narrow path but mind broad
And then began the twentieth year hanging onto faint hope
Dissipated cleansing me in every fashion in munitions and plundering
Let us bungle along the trail of thundering
Come on people now join in
On our walk and way it be more than just talk as to begin the city's foundation
Why don't we train together as I behold that our words are verified
I just want to keep on rocking and rolling with you
For futures intertwined back in all plein air in ones natural light
We find it as made right
And still I boast in folly....
Urbino
5-15-18
A former roll tells me that I give in much too easily
As to vaporize the poison used as the remedy
As I began to illuminate those that wish to but shine
Let it look for light and have such and may we stay in touch
Ravished with bags and sealed in blank cardboard for this fixated authority
Of death wanting instant gratification saying hello to Urbino in our collections of names
And places and antillean refuse
O, why died I not in the womb
Back to sleep for one hour in doctors' juvenile ordeal
Danger more yet willing to chance it....
5-15-18
Between the bricks of our facade
Do we look for another God like another way of worship
Narrow path but mind broad
And then began the twentieth year hanging onto faint hope
Dissipated cleansing me in every fashion in munitions and plundering
Let us bungle along the trail of thundering
Come on people now join in
On our walk and way it be more than just talk as to begin the city's foundation
Why don't we train together as I behold that our words are verified
I just want to keep on rocking and rolling with you
For futures intertwined back in all plein air in ones natural light
We find it as made right
And still I boast in folly....
Urbino
5-15-18
A former roll tells me that I give in much too easily
As to vaporize the poison used as the remedy
As I began to illuminate those that wish to but shine
Let it look for light and have such and may we stay in touch
Ravished with bags and sealed in blank cardboard for this fixated authority
Of death wanting instant gratification saying hello to Urbino in our collections of names
And places and antillean refuse
O, why died I not in the womb
Back to sleep for one hour in doctors' juvenile ordeal
Danger more yet willing to chance it....
dissenter
Dissenters Defeated
5-15-18
As dissenters are defeated by Teancum and Pharaoh fills the judgement seat
I'm up at four and at it again in works of timbers
And in flames of pickets
I take up another new pen
Fighting with stories and lyrics as by one pebble
We take down two sparrows
Like sleeping with a witch's broom and today for milk make room
Roundabout in Event City
It's not for looks
It isn't pretty as throes register
Transformation of ones mind renewed
All for the one chord base line
It's simple for joy in discovering our anthologies
Needing another jump start to heavy eyes by one veil with me
Where I dig my ditch to promote my cities....
Words (My Works)
5-15-18
Spellbinding and luminous
Why just believe in you
In times of cholera we take up Marquez
O, scholar O wiseman can we recall Belleva that the words are true as pales
Somewhat cometh by nails hammered to plywood sanded
Going forth into the east wilderness
Deliverer for the maim and impaired
O, lay our sweet breeze blown as I borrow their thunder
And delve into the unknown
As to display a vile benevolence in lands toiled and seeds sown
Into the steamy backwater of Columbia centuries ago
For Moroni with its armies as to erect fortifications
O, are we listening to rustling leaves in autumn of our patriarch
As teams roll down......
On Alma 50:13
5-15-18
As we have our own crowned goddess
Greeting Diaz in willingness softening hard hearts
As I emanate our brazen breastplate and silver helmet
For the scent of bitter almonds lest as you swear
I am as to think aloud of pink in which we are proud
Increasing oppressive heaviness of crumbling pewter trays for its finest selection
And pretty polish as to illustrate the stifling
I could never get the taste out of my mouth for piles of messages on brass plates
Loving my newfound faith only but scratching the surface
As readiness so reigns the foundation as the east sea sent
By the line of possessions....
5-15-18
As dissenters are defeated by Teancum and Pharaoh fills the judgement seat
I'm up at four and at it again in works of timbers
And in flames of pickets
I take up another new pen
Fighting with stories and lyrics as by one pebble
We take down two sparrows
Like sleeping with a witch's broom and today for milk make room
Roundabout in Event City
It's not for looks
It isn't pretty as throes register
Transformation of ones mind renewed
All for the one chord base line
It's simple for joy in discovering our anthologies
Needing another jump start to heavy eyes by one veil with me
Where I dig my ditch to promote my cities....
Words (My Works)
5-15-18
Spellbinding and luminous
Why just believe in you
In times of cholera we take up Marquez
O, scholar O wiseman can we recall Belleva that the words are true as pales
Somewhat cometh by nails hammered to plywood sanded
Going forth into the east wilderness
Deliverer for the maim and impaired
O, lay our sweet breeze blown as I borrow their thunder
And delve into the unknown
As to display a vile benevolence in lands toiled and seeds sown
Into the steamy backwater of Columbia centuries ago
For Moroni with its armies as to erect fortifications
O, are we listening to rustling leaves in autumn of our patriarch
As teams roll down......
On Alma 50:13
5-15-18
As we have our own crowned goddess
Greeting Diaz in willingness softening hard hearts
As I emanate our brazen breastplate and silver helmet
For the scent of bitter almonds lest as you swear
I am as to think aloud of pink in which we are proud
Increasing oppressive heaviness of crumbling pewter trays for its finest selection
And pretty polish as to illustrate the stifling
I could never get the taste out of my mouth for piles of messages on brass plates
Loving my newfound faith only but scratching the surface
As readiness so reigns the foundation as the east sea sent
By the line of possessions....
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