Cape Of Bray Head
9-25-18
Natural like her first breath
God may love reign in my heart today
On my brow gone the ram as cow
And heisted at her needle in that it could be a whole lot worse
Like helter at her needle and the love needed in her heart resting on jagged granite
For a faith odor of wetter ashes born in fifty-one
We still survive
O, how are your second hand breezes for the recognition
Of the pearl and more earl on a United Kingdom festival and another blue eyed lady
I'm there all I know not how to explain what I had seen for the blood on my shoes
In our Skivvy's room
They fit well enough for a gentleman all for transplanted imitation
Count it up to be frank with you
As ten times it reads you......
Don't Get Drenched
9-25-18
Dear Abbey sole priest from the west
Over to the east
What have you against me now
In the gravity of troubles just as much as I can take
In all critical excerpts as to protect my headphones from the rain
For the sea to the plump face in our Skivvy's room
Loving my Ursula Reed
What has become of her
Where I open my eyes in the nick of time
Yea, she inquires of me as well for heaven and hell
Not in that particular order among ones face in the mirror
As one to believe in miracles
Time to walk on over and wait for my stagecoach
In all timeless themes of crimeless dreams on the boulevard of broken times
All in Omphalos our new Paganism for unbelievers.....
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Monday, December 10, 2018
drenched
Don't Get Drenched
9-25-18
Dear Abbey
Sole priest from the west
Over to the east
What have you against me now in the gravity of troubles
Just as much as I can take in all critical excerpts as to protect my headphones
From the rain for the sea to the plump face in our Skivvy's room
Loving as Ursula Reed
What has become of her where I often by my eyes
In the nick of time yea, she inquires of me as well for heaven and hell
Not in that particular order among ones face in the mirror
As one to believe in miracles
Time to walk on over and wait for my stagecoach
In all timeless themes of crimeless dreams
On the boulevard of broken times all in Omphalos
Our new pagination for unbelievers.....
9-25-18
Dear Abbey
Sole priest from the west
Over to the east
What have you against me now in the gravity of troubles
Just as much as I can take in all critical excerpts as to protect my headphones
From the rain for the sea to the plump face in our Skivvy's room
Loving as Ursula Reed
What has become of her where I often by my eyes
In the nick of time yea, she inquires of me as well for heaven and hell
Not in that particular order among ones face in the mirror
As one to believe in miracles
Time to walk on over and wait for my stagecoach
In all timeless themes of crimeless dreams
On the boulevard of broken times all in Omphalos
Our new pagination for unbelievers.....
image book
Image Book (Early Christmas Club)
9-25-18
Take heed says he of need
For more of me
Hoping to remain upright
Readily relevant brightly rigorous in our thin circle
Time to head on out and see how the weather is doing
O, little know-how what do you but inquire as to button your lip
And go back to bed for one hour
Seeing three crosses in blades of grass in halflight
All lit away just one bit astray
And when we go unconscious we tend to pray
O, that chime of eight is nothing to hate at this rate
For memories of Seth teaming up with Sister Beth high on meth
O, lunatic woeful and Buick Mulligan
Living off of promises today
O, lovely murmur mute and reproachful
It stands by wax and rosebud
And another sister.......
Hyperborean
9-25-18
As renewing all friendships already overcrowded
Hopping down from ones perch
wanting to go back to church
True or not call it a lurch on a cool autumn dawn
Where the sun never came out all in pocket books from Sydney
And my old man has two brothers shooting our black panther
O, make me a poster of an old robed
O, where is his guncase
God, these bloody English not in vain
But as a term of endearment
O, make me an angel
The loveliest mummer of them all
O Thalatta!
As to be hyperborean as much as you
Drenched again the hard way to go however
Not a hero but a good zero
For the custom house introductory
And we all refuse
In raising beams....
Cape Of Bray Head
9-25-18
Natural like her first breath
God, may love begin in my heart today
On my brow gone the ram and cow and Hester at her needle
In that it could be a whole lot worse like Helter at her needle
And the love deep in her heart resting on jagged granite
For the faint odor of wetter ashes back in '51
We will survive
O, how are you secondhand breeds for the recognition
Of the pearl and more earl on a United Kingdom festival
And another blue eyes way
I'm there but I know not how to explain
What I have seen for the blood on my shoes in our Skinner room
They fit well enough for a gentleman all for transplanted imitation
And no such limitation
Count it up to be frank with you
As ten times it rends you....
9-25-18
Take heed says he of need
For more of me
Hoping to remain upright
Readily relevant brightly rigorous in our thin circle
Time to head on out and see how the weather is doing
O, little know-how what do you but inquire as to button your lip
And go back to bed for one hour
Seeing three crosses in blades of grass in halflight
All lit away just one bit astray
And when we go unconscious we tend to pray
O, that chime of eight is nothing to hate at this rate
For memories of Seth teaming up with Sister Beth high on meth
O, lunatic woeful and Buick Mulligan
Living off of promises today
O, lovely murmur mute and reproachful
It stands by wax and rosebud
And another sister.......
Hyperborean
9-25-18
As renewing all friendships already overcrowded
Hopping down from ones perch
wanting to go back to church
True or not call it a lurch on a cool autumn dawn
Where the sun never came out all in pocket books from Sydney
And my old man has two brothers shooting our black panther
O, make me a poster of an old robed
O, where is his guncase
God, these bloody English not in vain
But as a term of endearment
O, make me an angel
The loveliest mummer of them all
O Thalatta!
As to be hyperborean as much as you
Drenched again the hard way to go however
Not a hero but a good zero
For the custom house introductory
And we all refuse
In raising beams....
Cape Of Bray Head
9-25-18
Natural like her first breath
God, may love begin in my heart today
On my brow gone the ram and cow and Hester at her needle
In that it could be a whole lot worse like Helter at her needle
And the love deep in her heart resting on jagged granite
For the faint odor of wetter ashes back in '51
We will survive
O, how are you secondhand breeds for the recognition
Of the pearl and more earl on a United Kingdom festival
And another blue eyes way
I'm there but I know not how to explain
What I have seen for the blood on my shoes in our Skinner room
They fit well enough for a gentleman all for transplanted imitation
And no such limitation
Count it up to be frank with you
As ten times it rends you....
Sunday, December 9, 2018
nostalgia
Hockey Puck Nostalgia
9-25-18
Time to make a clothes shopping list
As a cool breeze has been kissed
Where we no longer close our fist
As even the obtuse will get the gist
As to bear the cross with the dafadill all in Leanna Greenaway
And a mission to reach upright in places where I am one of a kind
Telling myself that I have a beautiful mind
Praying that someone is praying for me
But it's not all about He
In ones brick wall
O, hold onto the dream
And thank Jesus when the rain lets up
To help the people find their answers
In Shawn Robbins perfectly normal
To see it if there is such a thing
All through the muck and mire
And the nostalgia of the hockey puck and campfire.....
9-25-18
Time to make a clothes shopping list
As a cool breeze has been kissed
Where we no longer close our fist
As even the obtuse will get the gist
As to bear the cross with the dafadill all in Leanna Greenaway
And a mission to reach upright in places where I am one of a kind
Telling myself that I have a beautiful mind
Praying that someone is praying for me
But it's not all about He
In ones brick wall
O, hold onto the dream
And thank Jesus when the rain lets up
To help the people find their answers
In Shawn Robbins perfectly normal
To see it if there is such a thing
All through the muck and mire
And the nostalgia of the hockey puck and campfire.....
coauthor
Coauthor's Care
9-25-18
Where I almost found it
Not to boast as I've ground it
As to be closer for the alarm but to sound it on ones own
Monastic journey to the center of the earth
Dying for renewal and rebirth
All for a mind overrun not knowing what I'd do when the money is gone
Back at the University of Rockester in the next life if this is what I choose
In models of flourishing vitality all for another Christian century
Where angels thrive and today I will survive with three morsels of meal
And a clementine to peel
In spite of what I might feel
For friendship with our exposition
And O, bid I but more as to bury it in my heart
As she learns to make a new start.....
9-25-18
Where I almost found it
Not to boast as I've ground it
As to be closer for the alarm but to sound it on ones own
Monastic journey to the center of the earth
Dying for renewal and rebirth
All for a mind overrun not knowing what I'd do when the money is gone
Back at the University of Rockester in the next life if this is what I choose
In models of flourishing vitality all for another Christian century
Where angels thrive and today I will survive with three morsels of meal
And a clementine to peel
In spite of what I might feel
For friendship with our exposition
And O, bid I but more as to bury it in my heart
As she learns to make a new start.....
Egypt
Egyptian (English)
9-25-18
I still love you guys
Even in politics, lies and wars
All for bricks, ties and men on all fours
Breadsticks, whys and the opening of other doors
Like a dragnet so cast as to leave behind me the past
And all the good in spite of it as the devil says, "Not so fast!"
And then the righteous we cannot forsake not for Jack not even for tall Jake
Featured on death time radio FM
Soon time to come clean again and make sure of something
For a way going into a skid and a slack to bone since I was a kid
Yea, for a moment luminous and bright
As it takes a miracle to translate the Egyptian written here....
Sata (Of Two Pecks)
9-25-18
Trying to imagine the enlightened life
All for rock and roll refugees quoting Mick Jagger
Calling him an evangelist of dark truths among us
Where we open our mercy in a parable and find that it's at least not that terrible
As the righteous shine forth as the sun as you keep us on the run
Where I don't wonder quite as much now that I see it
Sorry sir
I didn't mean to startle you
As to accept that soon I am drenched to the bone
As to go between me and everything else for mindfulness on the go
O, can we be sure of it
Jesus, can we know?
Under Kirk Warren Brown
I take it all back with me into town all for the Sata of the pecks.....
In Kirk Warren
9-25-18
In spite of it all along the way
As to write of it for I am given something now to say
Yea, see this is fresh for fields to cultivate and thresh
By these angels depicted as servants for rod on back and a new plan of attack
And no such panic attack
You said it so saith the devil
Time to get it all out of me
In that I don't want to make again that twenty-five dollar mistake
O, how the righteous give and take
Tell me true in another parable
Tell be life isn't that terrible for a pearl formed by accretion
In another handsome volume expressly edited
As to cast it into the furnace
What have we done to Brittany and Wales
When all else fails.....
9-25-18
I still love you guys
Even in politics, lies and wars
All for bricks, ties and men on all fours
Breadsticks, whys and the opening of other doors
Like a dragnet so cast as to leave behind me the past
And all the good in spite of it as the devil says, "Not so fast!"
And then the righteous we cannot forsake not for Jack not even for tall Jake
Featured on death time radio FM
Soon time to come clean again and make sure of something
For a way going into a skid and a slack to bone since I was a kid
Yea, for a moment luminous and bright
As it takes a miracle to translate the Egyptian written here....
Sata (Of Two Pecks)
9-25-18
Trying to imagine the enlightened life
All for rock and roll refugees quoting Mick Jagger
Calling him an evangelist of dark truths among us
Where we open our mercy in a parable and find that it's at least not that terrible
As the righteous shine forth as the sun as you keep us on the run
Where I don't wonder quite as much now that I see it
Sorry sir
I didn't mean to startle you
As to accept that soon I am drenched to the bone
As to go between me and everything else for mindfulness on the go
O, can we be sure of it
Jesus, can we know?
Under Kirk Warren Brown
I take it all back with me into town all for the Sata of the pecks.....
In Kirk Warren
9-25-18
In spite of it all along the way
As to write of it for I am given something now to say
Yea, see this is fresh for fields to cultivate and thresh
By these angels depicted as servants for rod on back and a new plan of attack
And no such panic attack
You said it so saith the devil
Time to get it all out of me
In that I don't want to make again that twenty-five dollar mistake
O, how the righteous give and take
Tell me true in another parable
Tell be life isn't that terrible for a pearl formed by accretion
In another handsome volume expressly edited
As to cast it into the furnace
What have we done to Brittany and Wales
When all else fails.....
doubleday
Doubleday
9-25-18
Greeting another Patrick Hart
Meeting the man that knew the weather chart
To prepare slaughter for his children to sweep it with the besom of restoration
Making a possession for the bittern for deserts and dromadaries
By which no man exists on our sane journey to the union for humility
For forgetfulness for concern and a cover design by from trolled at the chime of four another
And I pour for eagles and preoccupations of Doubleday image in Elward Rice
Still missing to pay the price as Nephi glories in plainness
So do I mean to do so all directed to one end
Appealing to the nonstrill dimension in Doubleday images.....
Growth Unsubstantial
9-25-18
Of artist of bleeding hearts on the weather charts all smarts
As for the inward journey to solitude leading to togetherness and fellowship
Cloisters secular and sacred
O, Palestinia dissolved as the door of the people
Be thirsty in it O, master of expression
Leaving our large legacy as the Son of man sends out angels
As one at 5 AM
Sending off messengers and missionaries for the elements
Before the count as traditionally regarded
I went to the man and at forty I was canned as without a bandage
He did not speak of judges as to reek of grudges
O, stellar branch yield your fudges as tares are gathered
And burned all for the learned......
Eschewed
9-25-18
All puffed up in vainglory
As to tell my story about before, our heaven, Purgatory
Taking the stars to rooftops what will be found?
Among our crops but another parable unsubstantial
Falling on hard times to rise back up again
All surprise is what we lack
We are now and there and then across the forest starry
and in the woods still quite dark in omens and invasions
Of our birds and positionally all for neon nerds and mere mathemeticians
Up hours before the dawn for a crack in the ice under your feet
As an author of good books according to my admiration
O, what will be found?
To intrinsically eschew it as He drew it....
Skeleton Branch
9-25-18
As morning return to all I have to learn
I still yearn for that conducting special interview
Back to Baltimore our mad race of authentic acid of neutral substance
If such a thing even exists preserving it in one word titles
As our Pittsburg another like no other for a flame to smother
Eighteen years saved concerning a period of mystery greeting another brother
Cleansed in history call me Alexander the wee great and little Mister
Awesome in the man who is me for the pearls as our illustration of continuous sources
Taming red horses as to bring our own force as carefully hidden
Coming straight from the source.....
9-25-18
Greeting another Patrick Hart
Meeting the man that knew the weather chart
To prepare slaughter for his children to sweep it with the besom of restoration
Making a possession for the bittern for deserts and dromadaries
By which no man exists on our sane journey to the union for humility
For forgetfulness for concern and a cover design by from trolled at the chime of four another
And I pour for eagles and preoccupations of Doubleday image in Elward Rice
Still missing to pay the price as Nephi glories in plainness
So do I mean to do so all directed to one end
Appealing to the nonstrill dimension in Doubleday images.....
Growth Unsubstantial
9-25-18
Of artist of bleeding hearts on the weather charts all smarts
As for the inward journey to solitude leading to togetherness and fellowship
Cloisters secular and sacred
O, Palestinia dissolved as the door of the people
Be thirsty in it O, master of expression
Leaving our large legacy as the Son of man sends out angels
As one at 5 AM
Sending off messengers and missionaries for the elements
Before the count as traditionally regarded
I went to the man and at forty I was canned as without a bandage
He did not speak of judges as to reek of grudges
O, stellar branch yield your fudges as tares are gathered
And burned all for the learned......
Eschewed
9-25-18
All puffed up in vainglory
As to tell my story about before, our heaven, Purgatory
Taking the stars to rooftops what will be found?
Among our crops but another parable unsubstantial
Falling on hard times to rise back up again
All surprise is what we lack
We are now and there and then across the forest starry
and in the woods still quite dark in omens and invasions
Of our birds and positionally all for neon nerds and mere mathemeticians
Up hours before the dawn for a crack in the ice under your feet
As an author of good books according to my admiration
O, what will be found?
To intrinsically eschew it as He drew it....
Skeleton Branch
9-25-18
As morning return to all I have to learn
I still yearn for that conducting special interview
Back to Baltimore our mad race of authentic acid of neutral substance
If such a thing even exists preserving it in one word titles
As our Pittsburg another like no other for a flame to smother
Eighteen years saved concerning a period of mystery greeting another brother
Cleansed in history call me Alexander the wee great and little Mister
Awesome in the man who is me for the pearls as our illustration of continuous sources
Taming red horses as to bring our own force as carefully hidden
Coming straight from the source.....
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