Ragamuffin (I Am For Peace)
7-1-19
In such a union
Light and harmony explicit
Concerning vows on marriage for the flag of piracy Pharisaic
Declaring a decree of kidskin all in their Paramount
Aim and love and peace to but claim for the law like a schoolmaster and plumbline
God put my love to use today inter-testamental
Idiosynchritic eyes fixed straight ahead again out of control in Essenes
Seeking instant gratification telling it in our Targum in transitions vernacular
For Broadway many for national rededication
And another fix on it not forsaken
Love's like that
Yea, sure it is
Ragamuffin.....
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
morning
Another Morning With Bruce
7-1-19
Where Christ is the end of the law
I get some grit in my craw
Telling our Samsara all in rues of Ramakrishar
And another morning with Bruce for our trend away from doctrine
Seeing life right around the corner
As they ask me to the water
As we still take life for granted
Making it the uncertainty for another fix
And you can exfoliate yourself ill to die well
Enough to live onward as our Cain served Abel
Like going fishing in a dry gulch
Up just in time for coffee and rhyme
As Misgreda sang like thunder cracking.....
Tread (Away From Reticence)
7-1-19
Where Christ is the end of the law
And Jesus is a new beginning achieved by that to mean business
With vacancy vividness fire rushes towards the sky
Back in the dog days of summer heat
She makes those hidden world shine for its Hendrix ring
And a desire to sing
Distraught with too overwhelming Himalayas in the old days of Tibet
All for another cigarette
You know how that goes to want yet another
Stepping out to pray for a brother
Treading far away from deception
Caring for change as God sees the truth and waits
Chaining my chamber
Still in veiled with the mundane.....
Of Heart, Concise
7-1-19
Up to our fragility calmly again and again
Don't be like the pigeon in that Tibetan proverb spending our lives preparing
As Christ is the outcome of our commandment with uncanny vividness and accuracy
Up just in time to catch the cows' milk
I do what is appropriate and just telling it in thus trim just, the way
As one to begin to love the heat as one to talk to the strike a match
As to simplify our lives checking out the weather to breathe it in again
For vividness and accuracy in a conference.....
7-1-19
Where Christ is the end of the law
I get some grit in my craw
Telling our Samsara all in rues of Ramakrishar
And another morning with Bruce for our trend away from doctrine
Seeing life right around the corner
As they ask me to the water
As we still take life for granted
Making it the uncertainty for another fix
And you can exfoliate yourself ill to die well
Enough to live onward as our Cain served Abel
Like going fishing in a dry gulch
Up just in time for coffee and rhyme
As Misgreda sang like thunder cracking.....
Tread (Away From Reticence)
7-1-19
Where Christ is the end of the law
And Jesus is a new beginning achieved by that to mean business
With vacancy vividness fire rushes towards the sky
Back in the dog days of summer heat
She makes those hidden world shine for its Hendrix ring
And a desire to sing
Distraught with too overwhelming Himalayas in the old days of Tibet
All for another cigarette
You know how that goes to want yet another
Stepping out to pray for a brother
Treading far away from deception
Caring for change as God sees the truth and waits
Chaining my chamber
Still in veiled with the mundane.....
Of Heart, Concise
7-1-19
Up to our fragility calmly again and again
Don't be like the pigeon in that Tibetan proverb spending our lives preparing
As Christ is the outcome of our commandment with uncanny vividness and accuracy
Up just in time to catch the cows' milk
I do what is appropriate and just telling it in thus trim just, the way
As one to begin to love the heat as one to talk to the strike a match
As to simplify our lives checking out the weather to breathe it in again
For vividness and accuracy in a conference.....
Monday, August 26, 2019
Galbanum
Galbanum Glad
6-30-19
Take the bag up with your rope and hope
Life is more than the Pope
With it in our community
In a place we call heaven
A friend of mine says I need more contacts
For grain in small quantities
O, who may worship our Kali for sweet-smelling cane
Nevertheless Nikolay in Crimean wars on the maid
In full it is paid touching on the ethical
As I let down my guard always in Andreyeuna
Do right in Athens dealing with Detstuo as a result
Today's late breakfast
What came you out to see?
As God sees truth and waits for five hundred shekels
More for the door....
All In The Heart (Man Speaketh)
6-30-19
In ventricles and in valves
In ointments and in salves
In atrium and in aorta
Before the Lord gathering grapes in Gyalse
Like going fishing for dry gulch making it uncertainly
For one more trip out just to see something salted pure and holy
Exalted nature strombolli
Beat some of it very fine
I'm not going to die if I go without the mere hours
In omnipotent onycha ongoing outraged and ointments confounded
Seeing his life everywhere we turn peeping for patrol of Samsam's
Vicious cycle one more trip.....
In Liquid Myrrh (Half Cinnamon)
6-30-19
Listening to our Gyalse
As if it were a folk band yet undiscovered
Not just another fruitless pursuit well one day longer to let it be down to the corner
Thanksgiving service for you and I
No squandered effort out of the heat's desire a man speaketh
Trend away from doctrine and a little bit more tomorrow morning God willing
As to regenerate us
We don't win anyone
Where God does the handiwork
Bringing teaching to life
Then obsessed with the ostentatious
Listening to our Gyalse for schemes and ambitions
Time to move on and face the post
And do what I love most....
6-30-19
Take the bag up with your rope and hope
Life is more than the Pope
With it in our community
In a place we call heaven
A friend of mine says I need more contacts
For grain in small quantities
O, who may worship our Kali for sweet-smelling cane
Nevertheless Nikolay in Crimean wars on the maid
In full it is paid touching on the ethical
As I let down my guard always in Andreyeuna
Do right in Athens dealing with Detstuo as a result
Today's late breakfast
What came you out to see?
As God sees truth and waits for five hundred shekels
More for the door....
All In The Heart (Man Speaketh)
6-30-19
In ventricles and in valves
In ointments and in salves
In atrium and in aorta
Before the Lord gathering grapes in Gyalse
Like going fishing for dry gulch making it uncertainly
For one more trip out just to see something salted pure and holy
Exalted nature strombolli
Beat some of it very fine
I'm not going to die if I go without the mere hours
In omnipotent onycha ongoing outraged and ointments confounded
Seeing his life everywhere we turn peeping for patrol of Samsam's
Vicious cycle one more trip.....
In Liquid Myrrh (Half Cinnamon)
6-30-19
Listening to our Gyalse
As if it were a folk band yet undiscovered
Not just another fruitless pursuit well one day longer to let it be down to the corner
Thanksgiving service for you and I
No squandered effort out of the heat's desire a man speaketh
Trend away from doctrine and a little bit more tomorrow morning God willing
As to regenerate us
We don't win anyone
Where God does the handiwork
Bringing teaching to life
Then obsessed with the ostentatious
Listening to our Gyalse for schemes and ambitions
Time to move on and face the post
And do what I love most....
mouth
Mouth Quick Enough
6-30-19
Shine your light on me my friend
For you are one to keep till the end
Happy trails brother as to be sitting in the monestary in the mood for siracha
As mistaking you for me as a student as a dropout
And the same to be covered by the blood and the dove upon my shoulder
May we watch our way out of Egypt
No such petty project
Where does our real future lie
As to see the moon rise the next time she is full
On a night breezy and cool
Call no man fool
In that God loves all beings.....
O, What A Sign
6-30-19
Our life seems to live us until my late breakfast at two
No timeclock
No deadline of bizarre momentum
I still believe in you and lists are endless of what you mean
To me Hosanna Amen and Halelujiah even simply just me as famous as the moon
Soon full again as all acts will be consecrated
O, what depths do we yet dine
Getting a little bit crazy to survive
As you are nearer somewhere for another oral trip
Into this omnipotence where Balan blasphemes of meaningful
As in backwards girls accumulating grain all for the pleasure and pain
O, what a sign.....
Onycha Omnipotent
6-30-19
With Kin in Kazan slow train right around the bend
And letters to send learning cloaks of decency
O boy it seems to be too much losing inhibitions
No such adolescence bid
I have a chance to live out
It was a difficult transition in my psyche
Good talking with you right around the bend
O, have a taste of my flower and gorge out on her seeds to be shelled
All for CD's you can't rip
Like the skin off of our snake at the rate it happens
Is there any business?
Don't ask why for the sense of the tabernacle of the meeting
Only Onycha be omnipotent....
6-30-19
Shine your light on me my friend
For you are one to keep till the end
Happy trails brother as to be sitting in the monestary in the mood for siracha
As mistaking you for me as a student as a dropout
And the same to be covered by the blood and the dove upon my shoulder
May we watch our way out of Egypt
No such petty project
Where does our real future lie
As to see the moon rise the next time she is full
On a night breezy and cool
Call no man fool
In that God loves all beings.....
O, What A Sign
6-30-19
Our life seems to live us until my late breakfast at two
No timeclock
No deadline of bizarre momentum
I still believe in you and lists are endless of what you mean
To me Hosanna Amen and Halelujiah even simply just me as famous as the moon
Soon full again as all acts will be consecrated
O, what depths do we yet dine
Getting a little bit crazy to survive
As you are nearer somewhere for another oral trip
Into this omnipotence where Balan blasphemes of meaningful
As in backwards girls accumulating grain all for the pleasure and pain
O, what a sign.....
Onycha Omnipotent
6-30-19
With Kin in Kazan slow train right around the bend
And letters to send learning cloaks of decency
O boy it seems to be too much losing inhibitions
No such adolescence bid
I have a chance to live out
It was a difficult transition in my psyche
Good talking with you right around the bend
O, have a taste of my flower and gorge out on her seeds to be shelled
All for CD's you can't rip
Like the skin off of our snake at the rate it happens
Is there any business?
Don't ask why for the sense of the tabernacle of the meeting
Only Onycha be omnipotent....
Rousseau
Adding Precaution (In Rosseau)
6-30-19
Choose iron and fold it up again tomorrow
Leisure with a newly chastised pen
And I have time to think about it in bizarre momentum
Owning our diamond mine as famous as the moon
As to thwart no such progress something funny going on
And I intend to laugh about it at eight on the nose
For Hindu films with Big Jim lying there in ones mind adding precaution
In Rosseau in our first societies still burning strange incense for all spiritual consolation
Selling grain in small quantities as to blindly insight making it sacred....
Our Rector In Moscow
6-30-19
Tomorrow I can in Jesus
The man for social contradicts and serious conflicts
Of bizarre momentum
Call them irresponsibilities until late breakfast time maintained
By convention in another lifetime
If I am the poem then who is the better
And life is a must and I do it or bust
In renunciation fruits of the work for those of the sweet tooth
Making it sacred as the harmony of the universe requires as to dedicate the artists
Be back by eleven to write some more for my Otrocheltlo of our Kazan...
My Eastern Side (Truths In Heart)
6-30-19
You're on and you're up and at it
Meaning not that we go to a cave as we scale the mountain
Time to go in our most esoteric devotions of labile emotions
On raging oceans to serve somebody
I am a poet and as well a potter
Where it only gets better making it sacred in that I am a doctor
As famous as the moon no longer meaningless
Where everything is a part of waking up tomorrow mending
Stay in the here and now is it is all dedicated to something more
So much more to do
One, one all is for all is light
As Sadhana is a full time thing....
6-30-19
Choose iron and fold it up again tomorrow
Leisure with a newly chastised pen
And I have time to think about it in bizarre momentum
Owning our diamond mine as famous as the moon
As to thwart no such progress something funny going on
And I intend to laugh about it at eight on the nose
For Hindu films with Big Jim lying there in ones mind adding precaution
In Rosseau in our first societies still burning strange incense for all spiritual consolation
Selling grain in small quantities as to blindly insight making it sacred....
Our Rector In Moscow
6-30-19
Tomorrow I can in Jesus
The man for social contradicts and serious conflicts
Of bizarre momentum
Call them irresponsibilities until late breakfast time maintained
By convention in another lifetime
If I am the poem then who is the better
And life is a must and I do it or bust
In renunciation fruits of the work for those of the sweet tooth
Making it sacred as the harmony of the universe requires as to dedicate the artists
Be back by eleven to write some more for my Otrocheltlo of our Kazan...
My Eastern Side (Truths In Heart)
6-30-19
You're on and you're up and at it
Meaning not that we go to a cave as we scale the mountain
Time to go in our most esoteric devotions of labile emotions
On raging oceans to serve somebody
I am a poet and as well a potter
Where it only gets better making it sacred in that I am a doctor
As famous as the moon no longer meaningless
Where everything is a part of waking up tomorrow mending
Stay in the here and now is it is all dedicated to something more
So much more to do
One, one all is for all is light
As Sadhana is a full time thing....
Saturday, August 24, 2019
yogin
Yogurt Among Yogins
6-30-19
Soon time to rock and roll for my soul
May the bell toll swept along in the chaos of all of these empty spaces
A knock without a warning that I might dwell among you
For coincidental coinage shekels minted of types in our intercessor
And dialectical dilemnas as long as we're on the same page
Give it twenty minutes and greet your man at the door
Ah, yes such civilized century
Peace out my friend and let Jesus do His thing
Making it sacred as the potter is
I am hollow bamboo....
As Soon As This Need Ceases
6-30-19
Fragile and transient
Giving it over to glad galbanum
Seeing it from a different point of view
For fragrant frankinscence
On trees of South Arabia doing it for Dudjom
Carried away in speculation for neons burning bright
Like a freight train on gum of storax
My new tree resin for free and sweet spice
All in housekeeping in dreams of getting it in order
And out comes my backpack like a briefcase for active laziness
Thinking it through must self advocate
All for our atonement
Money well spent.....
On Exodus 30:23
6-30-19
In modern world's bleach and destructive materialism
We become rich again for small quantities as famous as the moon
Simple as getting up in the morning to put on coffee
As practices to perfection in India for stacte and storax
Threshing for my thorax our lips of shell mollusk in Jesus
As ineffable where loving is more than a thought
O, sweet smelling cane be it not in vain
O, what am I doing with my life but just this
Where my mind still learns to wander for grain of small quantity
I reckon with the consonants sinking like a ship.....
6-30-19
Soon time to rock and roll for my soul
May the bell toll swept along in the chaos of all of these empty spaces
A knock without a warning that I might dwell among you
For coincidental coinage shekels minted of types in our intercessor
And dialectical dilemnas as long as we're on the same page
Give it twenty minutes and greet your man at the door
Ah, yes such civilized century
Peace out my friend and let Jesus do His thing
Making it sacred as the potter is
I am hollow bamboo....
As Soon As This Need Ceases
6-30-19
Fragile and transient
Giving it over to glad galbanum
Seeing it from a different point of view
For fragrant frankinscence
On trees of South Arabia doing it for Dudjom
Carried away in speculation for neons burning bright
Like a freight train on gum of storax
My new tree resin for free and sweet spice
All in housekeeping in dreams of getting it in order
And out comes my backpack like a briefcase for active laziness
Thinking it through must self advocate
All for our atonement
Money well spent.....
On Exodus 30:23
6-30-19
In modern world's bleach and destructive materialism
We become rich again for small quantities as famous as the moon
Simple as getting up in the morning to put on coffee
As practices to perfection in India for stacte and storax
Threshing for my thorax our lips of shell mollusk in Jesus
As ineffable where loving is more than a thought
O, sweet smelling cane be it not in vain
O, what am I doing with my life but just this
Where my mind still learns to wander for grain of small quantity
I reckon with the consonants sinking like a ship.....
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Bodhiswaha
Bodhiswaha
6-30-19
Where crime doesn't have a familiar face
Icicles are in our near future
Constantly hopping to and fro in Gershon
Ah, yes it is true in lives far from mountains clad in high priests' garments
In linen trousers our biggest dilemnas in Spirit and in truth
Enjoy Bob today so says my guru
Most of the time out of reach apt to teach
Showing me a new place to start doing it in Dudjom
To linger in the fire for change up just in time for coffee and Scripture
No use in jiving
Be back by eleven
Admiring the countryside.....
Twenty-Two Years (In The Same Neighborhood)
6-30-19
Last day of June
Today I stay in tune
Ringing it on Rimpoche
We are victory in the fickle and tonight
I'm safe in a pickle
Glad for my guru compassion among mock turtles
Ring them bells for atonement all for two lambs of the first year
We have come this far
Still no cicadas or crickets
Bent over backwards for the action
For our yogins of recent times
Petty but not as much repetitive
Light new connections applying the countryside
For permanence making it sacred
We know nothing better and life is good
Twenty-two years in the same neighborhood.....
6-30-19
Where crime doesn't have a familiar face
Icicles are in our near future
Constantly hopping to and fro in Gershon
Ah, yes it is true in lives far from mountains clad in high priests' garments
In linen trousers our biggest dilemnas in Spirit and in truth
Enjoy Bob today so says my guru
Most of the time out of reach apt to teach
Showing me a new place to start doing it in Dudjom
To linger in the fire for change up just in time for coffee and Scripture
No use in jiving
Be back by eleven
Admiring the countryside.....
Twenty-Two Years (In The Same Neighborhood)
6-30-19
Last day of June
Today I stay in tune
Ringing it on Rimpoche
We are victory in the fickle and tonight
I'm safe in a pickle
Glad for my guru compassion among mock turtles
Ring them bells for atonement all for two lambs of the first year
We have come this far
Still no cicadas or crickets
Bent over backwards for the action
For our yogins of recent times
Petty but not as much repetitive
Light new connections applying the countryside
For permanence making it sacred
We know nothing better and life is good
Twenty-two years in the same neighborhood.....
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