Cynthia
8-15-18
As to party like it's twenty-twenty-nine
Twelve united endorsing messages in our militia for nightly waters overflowing
She is more than just an object to my sore eyes
As the strong will glorify His kingdom on the earth
Saved and exalted in the presence for charity in Cynthia
Freemen in portraits of me until I could barely see
In a world full of strangers in my four generations unknown
An American dream come true in tales of the immigrant
Behold the Lord maketh empty in the triumph of your new saga
O, lively plot
I love you a lot....
Sands-o-nit Sky
8-15-18
Three very sweet hours of it
Where a great trumpet is blown
Covering cast over all people
However thou hast done wonderfully from whom I drew the inspiration
On Shelly our Nini not enough words to express my deepest gratitude
All in Sandsontisky for open door policy
Another family tree as Yankees hoard provisions
Logic made the decillons for Esther all for Zlotys and their resistance
In all benevolence looking and cleaning
Arriving in Frankfurt taking Aurum to wife....
Wednesday, November 7, 2018
Monday, November 5, 2018
two hills
Two Hills
8-14-18
God is watching your every move
Sending you forth to proclaim it
As to behoove us to convince the naysayers
At Mecca naked seen as the illusion among the righteous
Or whatever they claim to be in the Kabah
Something like this
Never again to hide my testimony
Deeply drink, O pilgrim and pick out three more books
To bait the hooks making your own distinction
Lord, you are the one that hears all!
O, make this a land of peace to pray and not cease
As to enjoin Ishmael
I'll be loving you always
Hold in reverence by pagan Arabs, the same....
Actualization
8-14-18
A book with no page numbers
what's up with that?
All in Kava
The days may not be fair in the soul catcher
Impossible to forget but don't you fret
Of dirk and long dagger if you don't want to quit
Let's try it one more time always with the love that's true
Where opposites are potential in actualization
I'll be there for you for wheat germ never as a rye plant
In the essence of the cause defiled to self of Gertrude Stein
Mine all mine......
Bonnecourt Bucolic
8-14-18
Had another successful one just to have another
And next weekend go home to Mother
O, demigod do your daring in loving and caring
O, demure our draft of deity all in Decoursey at noon on the nose
Of puzzle master Hugh Bonnecourt to assist at the edge of memory
Much too wonderful to forget sometimes socially inept
But I learn how to come out with it
By it Bucolic too terrible to remember in buckskin
O, Brouhaha bring me blues and take no prisoners.......
Efforts Effective
8-15-18
In moments of the unthinkable
Tending to hunger in my soul
Ever this night in my head a hole
Stopping one from wondering building our worlds around us
God have mercy
O, where is Le Hinton for self-actualization
Standing right beside me of my own main man
Wee unto the crown of pride
O, Lord thou art my God
So keep my commandments so saith another whisper
At Hot Springs and her glorious beauty
Looking for Ralph Waldo Emerson
I will exalt thee....
8-14-18
God is watching your every move
Sending you forth to proclaim it
As to behoove us to convince the naysayers
At Mecca naked seen as the illusion among the righteous
Or whatever they claim to be in the Kabah
Something like this
Never again to hide my testimony
Deeply drink, O pilgrim and pick out three more books
To bait the hooks making your own distinction
Lord, you are the one that hears all!
O, make this a land of peace to pray and not cease
As to enjoin Ishmael
I'll be loving you always
Hold in reverence by pagan Arabs, the same....
Actualization
8-14-18
A book with no page numbers
what's up with that?
All in Kava
The days may not be fair in the soul catcher
Impossible to forget but don't you fret
Of dirk and long dagger if you don't want to quit
Let's try it one more time always with the love that's true
Where opposites are potential in actualization
I'll be there for you for wheat germ never as a rye plant
In the essence of the cause defiled to self of Gertrude Stein
Mine all mine......
Bonnecourt Bucolic
8-14-18
Had another successful one just to have another
And next weekend go home to Mother
O, demigod do your daring in loving and caring
O, demure our draft of deity all in Decoursey at noon on the nose
Of puzzle master Hugh Bonnecourt to assist at the edge of memory
Much too wonderful to forget sometimes socially inept
But I learn how to come out with it
By it Bucolic too terrible to remember in buckskin
O, Brouhaha bring me blues and take no prisoners.......
Efforts Effective
8-15-18
In moments of the unthinkable
Tending to hunger in my soul
Ever this night in my head a hole
Stopping one from wondering building our worlds around us
God have mercy
O, where is Le Hinton for self-actualization
Standing right beside me of my own main man
Wee unto the crown of pride
O, Lord thou art my God
So keep my commandments so saith another whisper
At Hot Springs and her glorious beauty
Looking for Ralph Waldo Emerson
I will exalt thee....
wacketshire
Wacketshire (Storm-Induced)
8-14-18
Of stateroom abroad
Of Canadian luxury in God's building mahogany dressers
Waiting for the miracle to come
And today I pull off the impossible
Within our touching distance buried in debris
Nothing comes for free in our broken ceiling where I get that special feeling
Shielding initial shock for spreading sickness and grotesque angles
That all add up in its death throes
Jesus knows as to listen intently where indignation smoulders as to ignite the flame
In desperation as frustration falls away for its findings of a thousand dying souls
And time elapsed.....
Who's Winning?
8-14-18
As discernable
I don't want to be hurt by love again
But it would sure bring tears worth crying
O, can you see the bridge for the telegraph key
Screwed to the table on a Kerosene stove
I pour myself another cup but who's winning?
In a game of chance for every clapboard
With news on limited closed circuit television
And circular receivers knitting my eyebrows
Drawing standish down in Germantown of medical mayhem and miracle......
Move To Strike
8-14-18
Hello again Beverly Lewis
Start again tomorrow but don't dwell on what is yet to be on the page
As a means to express the pealing of bells in Corcoran for a crack in everything
In Tricco we ask for signs and doubtless due neglecting
To the review for errors and oversights as ones due
All in the new you of blocks insurmountable greeting Isbister
As to add up the parts O cliche in Dee Jae Jenkins across the Iowa
At fifty lucky to be alive as the emulate the me of next year
Have no fear.....
She Was
8-14-18
O, dangerous infatuation she was
Not just because
One king succeeds another for your aim on Camellia petals and roses
That live on in my heart torn by adversity and crannies in ruined colonial fortresses
And breakfast with Daza even if you are dying of fear
You have no welcome here
According to the wind's direction
Sail on and tell him yes
Through the squalls of moonlit nights by and by
With tobacco monopoly in hemostatic rags....
8-14-18
Of stateroom abroad
Of Canadian luxury in God's building mahogany dressers
Waiting for the miracle to come
And today I pull off the impossible
Within our touching distance buried in debris
Nothing comes for free in our broken ceiling where I get that special feeling
Shielding initial shock for spreading sickness and grotesque angles
That all add up in its death throes
Jesus knows as to listen intently where indignation smoulders as to ignite the flame
In desperation as frustration falls away for its findings of a thousand dying souls
And time elapsed.....
Who's Winning?
8-14-18
As discernable
I don't want to be hurt by love again
But it would sure bring tears worth crying
O, can you see the bridge for the telegraph key
Screwed to the table on a Kerosene stove
I pour myself another cup but who's winning?
In a game of chance for every clapboard
With news on limited closed circuit television
And circular receivers knitting my eyebrows
Drawing standish down in Germantown of medical mayhem and miracle......
Move To Strike
8-14-18
Hello again Beverly Lewis
Start again tomorrow but don't dwell on what is yet to be on the page
As a means to express the pealing of bells in Corcoran for a crack in everything
In Tricco we ask for signs and doubtless due neglecting
To the review for errors and oversights as ones due
All in the new you of blocks insurmountable greeting Isbister
As to add up the parts O cliche in Dee Jae Jenkins across the Iowa
At fifty lucky to be alive as the emulate the me of next year
Have no fear.....
She Was
8-14-18
O, dangerous infatuation she was
Not just because
One king succeeds another for your aim on Camellia petals and roses
That live on in my heart torn by adversity and crannies in ruined colonial fortresses
And breakfast with Daza even if you are dying of fear
You have no welcome here
According to the wind's direction
Sail on and tell him yes
Through the squalls of moonlit nights by and by
With tobacco monopoly in hemostatic rags....
oxidation
Oxidation Revisited
8-14-18
As to oxidize and combine this raw emotion
As to let it rust and His hand is stretched out still
All for our ruminant so and so all in my rheostat
Losing track of where I have been
As to rhapsodize it for our rhetoric
What am I trying to say but to delve deep
As one king succeeds another
Cracking Circassian walnuts of handsome brass electrical lamps
For Gallopin-Lera in satellite and the seven cars that follow
As so builds meriantum through Connecticut into Masachusets into New Brunswick
Call me by my own name.....
On Saint Lawrence
8-14-18
Throttle it up another notch
For steel wheels pounding out in a moving rhythm
All for the wreck of the Empress of Ireland
We see it more clearly now that I shed the scales from my eye
All for Alco's schenestady
Works O Lord thou art my God
Take up the iron rod
Gazing out of the right side of ones brick of sod
Into Rimouski northeast into Quebec
As a critical traveller
Hello Harvey Sheers as yet God hears
All of our vain fears
On the Saint Lawrence
O, massive cavity......
Starboard Bulkhead
8-14-18
Yielding to ones own desires at Mecca into Medina
In Florentino Ariza as to show lack of modesty
As one king succeeds another at Cholera of Marquez and Escolastica
What even this could mean to me and you in our telegraph office
To see what is true eating roses and reading it letter for letter
On the deck of the Starboard
He knew he was not alone into our bottomless void for my Polaroid
Of soft reflection
O, wish whitefeather steel-trap brain
God steer me free of traffic
Needing a fresh start.....
Luxury Liner
8-14-18
Of bloodlust dust to dust or bust
In trust faiing to understand our Roubaix as sentenced
Please give me the basics happy to oblige
Flashing a toothy grin almost sin
O, luxury liner bound in the lost and found
Guzzling downward burglary in the backseat of a stupebaker
Talking about the wreck of the Manhattan
United bound for England for my massive cavity
Eyes caught and focused on you
A vivid read in presumption.....
8-14-18
As to oxidize and combine this raw emotion
As to let it rust and His hand is stretched out still
All for our ruminant so and so all in my rheostat
Losing track of where I have been
As to rhapsodize it for our rhetoric
What am I trying to say but to delve deep
As one king succeeds another
Cracking Circassian walnuts of handsome brass electrical lamps
For Gallopin-Lera in satellite and the seven cars that follow
As so builds meriantum through Connecticut into Masachusets into New Brunswick
Call me by my own name.....
On Saint Lawrence
8-14-18
Throttle it up another notch
For steel wheels pounding out in a moving rhythm
All for the wreck of the Empress of Ireland
We see it more clearly now that I shed the scales from my eye
All for Alco's schenestady
Works O Lord thou art my God
Take up the iron rod
Gazing out of the right side of ones brick of sod
Into Rimouski northeast into Quebec
As a critical traveller
Hello Harvey Sheers as yet God hears
All of our vain fears
On the Saint Lawrence
O, massive cavity......
Starboard Bulkhead
8-14-18
Yielding to ones own desires at Mecca into Medina
In Florentino Ariza as to show lack of modesty
As one king succeeds another at Cholera of Marquez and Escolastica
What even this could mean to me and you in our telegraph office
To see what is true eating roses and reading it letter for letter
On the deck of the Starboard
He knew he was not alone into our bottomless void for my Polaroid
Of soft reflection
O, wish whitefeather steel-trap brain
God steer me free of traffic
Needing a fresh start.....
Luxury Liner
8-14-18
Of bloodlust dust to dust or bust
In trust faiing to understand our Roubaix as sentenced
Please give me the basics happy to oblige
Flashing a toothy grin almost sin
O, luxury liner bound in the lost and found
Guzzling downward burglary in the backseat of a stupebaker
Talking about the wreck of the Manhattan
United bound for England for my massive cavity
Eyes caught and focused on you
A vivid read in presumption.....
squadron
Squadron
8-8-18
Ones squadron didn't stand a chance
As to contain all staggering
He and Roberts refer to it now unto the Maker thereof
More than just a mop-up
This is our new beginning in Stanford-Green and badgery hearing commissions
On the railway for the motive of comradeship in obligations
Am I lucky, you tell me
Storming down to our designating area
Staying alive and sane for our three-card trick
Everything is subject to change of the old and new argument
All is now!
Two regiments.....
Pig Stick
8-8-18
Behold the burden of the valley of vision
In the day we see Him
And He did everything
Seeing the chariot
Getting to know in yourself a Judas Iscariot
As man can but travel to the milk of sub-continent trussed up
Like our turkey no other motive than comradeship
For the claims of the queen and common sense
As square drums roll
And the earth is the center of private creed imbedded to believe it
In English law O, what am I trying to say in this?
Pigsticking.....
Thresh It!
8-8-18
O, my threshing all refreshing
As to acknowledge idealism in a new dimension convincing Roberts
In copper and steel of the way I feel
O, what is real our valise unopened out of conflict ideas of a writer
That goes through it pigsticking
We can shine our motivated light
What am I trying to say but that I still love you!
By the blow of the canyon and rubies as loot
Seeing our troopers of steam and tremendous advances
It's going to be lonesome when you Go!
Business has just begun.....
Isotope
8-8-18
O, my threshing
I see a chariot for isotopes and quoting conversations
O, prepare the table for three
Already thinking about the holidays
Behold the burden in the year Tartan came to town
To tell it like it is passing through the land
O, river behold there comes a chariot
O, my threshing
Behold the burden of the desert of the sea
O, hand me the valise and her replacements
For three months old copies of the Times
Finding their way in the camp
Howl ye ships of Tarshish and make another wish
At the altars of Baal
We care for ourselves....
8-8-18
Ones squadron didn't stand a chance
As to contain all staggering
He and Roberts refer to it now unto the Maker thereof
More than just a mop-up
This is our new beginning in Stanford-Green and badgery hearing commissions
On the railway for the motive of comradeship in obligations
Am I lucky, you tell me
Storming down to our designating area
Staying alive and sane for our three-card trick
Everything is subject to change of the old and new argument
All is now!
Two regiments.....
Pig Stick
8-8-18
Behold the burden of the valley of vision
In the day we see Him
And He did everything
Seeing the chariot
Getting to know in yourself a Judas Iscariot
As man can but travel to the milk of sub-continent trussed up
Like our turkey no other motive than comradeship
For the claims of the queen and common sense
As square drums roll
And the earth is the center of private creed imbedded to believe it
In English law O, what am I trying to say in this?
Pigsticking.....
Thresh It!
8-8-18
O, my threshing all refreshing
As to acknowledge idealism in a new dimension convincing Roberts
In copper and steel of the way I feel
O, what is real our valise unopened out of conflict ideas of a writer
That goes through it pigsticking
We can shine our motivated light
What am I trying to say but that I still love you!
By the blow of the canyon and rubies as loot
Seeing our troopers of steam and tremendous advances
It's going to be lonesome when you Go!
Business has just begun.....
Isotope
8-8-18
O, my threshing
I see a chariot for isotopes and quoting conversations
O, prepare the table for three
Already thinking about the holidays
Behold the burden in the year Tartan came to town
To tell it like it is passing through the land
O, river behold there comes a chariot
O, my threshing
Behold the burden of the desert of the sea
O, hand me the valise and her replacements
For three months old copies of the Times
Finding their way in the camp
Howl ye ships of Tarshish and make another wish
At the altars of Baal
We care for ourselves....
Sunday, November 4, 2018
eager
Eager Eyes Watching
8-7-18
Little John here's fifty bucks
To purchase toy pick-up trucks
All for the obsession in collecting things in all that is trivial
As I visualize the approaching seasons in that I project too much
Of Cabal and secret intrigue in the centigrade of the century
Buxom and beautiful God have me to pass muster at four-thirty
As to write my own byline for careless committees and calculus chalked
Wallow and crass callous our caking and enough material to blow my own mind
O, nevermind......
Twelve United (To Endorse)
8-8-18
Eager eyes watching those whom wander off for strombolli and strogenoff
Behold the burden of Egypt in elder Garret Gong
I write my new song
O, to melt in the midst of thee daed are the sheep of the fold
Either hot or cold
O, be for real and say hello to my electric eel
Don't do that to me to enable and ennoble
For the money I hope for soon
Back in Salt Lake City to hear President Nelson speak
As covenants connect all for revelators hurt by love again
Better than never at all
Twelve united....
Three Drinks
8-8-18
Three drinks last three hours
Seeing shrinks by pleasure in ones powers
Heal today when the fiddler begins again
In efforts effective and the ministering of giants saved and exalted
In this presence slow of speech like Moses
Twelve united who maketh the mouth?
Creating a glow singing out from the inside
Send ye the Lamb crossing two fords of Arnon for clarity in every footstep
We make known our vows and renew them
In taking of the Sacrament for dispensation by revelation.....
Havelock's Relieving
8-8-18
Looking for Ralph Emerson's books
O, Waldo do your thing in me and in you
Twelve united saved and exalted
Where's the ham?
As to knit together another blanket in the unity of life
As Christ invites as to detach oneself as blessed hours chime
Bobs should refer to it now
As the end of something else where today I pilfer their quotes
And borrow their thunder
As the highlanders get their footing
This is a new beginning, O Eve just as I was here yesterday
As by the way He did what He had to in Swann
Making one's self diagnosis.....
Seeing Swann
8-8-18
O, what can it mean for ones scales to shed
In what is yet to be
As to fight again
Dove against hawk in heart and soul
Behold, the burden of Egypt
The future is right now
In how the light gets in
Send ye the Lamb
Behold the burden of Damascus
As when the harvestman brings about his leftovers
Rather than giving ones firstfruits
As signs are glad, O send ye the Lamb
In a humdinger finding the mass grave of the garrison
As Lawnfore all over again in July and for qualities of nectar
Thank God that it is.....
8-7-18
Little John here's fifty bucks
To purchase toy pick-up trucks
All for the obsession in collecting things in all that is trivial
As I visualize the approaching seasons in that I project too much
Of Cabal and secret intrigue in the centigrade of the century
Buxom and beautiful God have me to pass muster at four-thirty
As to write my own byline for careless committees and calculus chalked
Wallow and crass callous our caking and enough material to blow my own mind
O, nevermind......
Twelve United (To Endorse)
8-8-18
Eager eyes watching those whom wander off for strombolli and strogenoff
Behold the burden of Egypt in elder Garret Gong
I write my new song
O, to melt in the midst of thee daed are the sheep of the fold
Either hot or cold
O, be for real and say hello to my electric eel
Don't do that to me to enable and ennoble
For the money I hope for soon
Back in Salt Lake City to hear President Nelson speak
As covenants connect all for revelators hurt by love again
Better than never at all
Twelve united....
Three Drinks
8-8-18
Three drinks last three hours
Seeing shrinks by pleasure in ones powers
Heal today when the fiddler begins again
In efforts effective and the ministering of giants saved and exalted
In this presence slow of speech like Moses
Twelve united who maketh the mouth?
Creating a glow singing out from the inside
Send ye the Lamb crossing two fords of Arnon for clarity in every footstep
We make known our vows and renew them
In taking of the Sacrament for dispensation by revelation.....
Havelock's Relieving
8-8-18
Looking for Ralph Emerson's books
O, Waldo do your thing in me and in you
Twelve united saved and exalted
Where's the ham?
As to knit together another blanket in the unity of life
As Christ invites as to detach oneself as blessed hours chime
Bobs should refer to it now
As the end of something else where today I pilfer their quotes
And borrow their thunder
As the highlanders get their footing
This is a new beginning, O Eve just as I was here yesterday
As by the way He did what He had to in Swann
Making one's self diagnosis.....
Seeing Swann
8-8-18
O, what can it mean for ones scales to shed
In what is yet to be
As to fight again
Dove against hawk in heart and soul
Behold, the burden of Egypt
The future is right now
In how the light gets in
Send ye the Lamb
Behold the burden of Damascus
As when the harvestman brings about his leftovers
Rather than giving ones firstfruits
As signs are glad, O send ye the Lamb
In a humdinger finding the mass grave of the garrison
As Lawnfore all over again in July and for qualities of nectar
Thank God that it is.....
groping
Groping Below
8-7-18
As to consider safety in numbers
Like an onrush of pickled cucumbers
Growing soft with age of Sepoy bayonettes engulfed
Storming out of the dustcloud in all incongruity as to encumber
Is not Calno as Carchemish in the midst of the press as to feel comfort
And be content with peace of mind
In empty scabbard in literature as ones crutch
And the burden of Babylon which Amoz did see for discorancy preferable
From behind cobra's eyes as arranged and no more estranged
Farthest from the clasp and sun in her full strength.....
Czapka
8-7-18
In order to be distracted by the conversation in civilization half-expected
Stay on topic or wander down those rabbit trails
Losing ground places farthest from the clasp
Down the length of ones thigh
We're living through the situation by the scent of sandalwood
In the long sigh of the wind in discordancy our young lion strung on a common thread
Through our miasma at last the traffic jam hath cleared and we're well on our way
With much to say about the Ray.....
Indigo Firmament Tuesday
8-7-18
Groping blow ones empty scabbard on indigo firmament Tuesday
As to shirk and bite in Ones of the steady lick
In rucked up folds by the catch of our sabretache
No need to fumble
Stay on topic or get lost down rabbit trails
The leader of the group so tells us
Referring it to now in Adam all man die
And in Christ all live
All to the drumbeat blood spattered
Dancing into the light north into Preston
God have me to know good success in my ordeal
No more than a mop-up trussed by our lattice window.....
Caught In Traffick
8-7-18
Inner guides tell me to just listen and be slow to speak
In haste to glisten to the Mahratta drumbeat a long way off
Caught in traffick making me ill
I have a refill
It's the end of something else
For two regiments of stagglers to shake the hands of time
As to enable and enoble looking for a higher way
Dear are His sheep brightly beaming deacons not meant to cover with a blanket
As we go barefoot as eager eyes are watching.....
You For A Day
8-7-18
Meeting the ghost in my mirror as if I were you for a day
Facing challenges today as silent is the moon
As to dislocate the process hoping today for some surface contact
In my metamorphosis
O, is this my future as to know is to no man on the other side
O, increasable O, endless you
Don't get lost and you never change your ways for the faith
As thou hast for a cupboard of jams improvised by ear dearest to the heart of he that hears
Elder Garret Gong going back to Salt Lake City in dreams of travel
And mysteries to unravel....
8-7-18
As to consider safety in numbers
Like an onrush of pickled cucumbers
Growing soft with age of Sepoy bayonettes engulfed
Storming out of the dustcloud in all incongruity as to encumber
Is not Calno as Carchemish in the midst of the press as to feel comfort
And be content with peace of mind
In empty scabbard in literature as ones crutch
And the burden of Babylon which Amoz did see for discorancy preferable
From behind cobra's eyes as arranged and no more estranged
Farthest from the clasp and sun in her full strength.....
Czapka
8-7-18
In order to be distracted by the conversation in civilization half-expected
Stay on topic or wander down those rabbit trails
Losing ground places farthest from the clasp
Down the length of ones thigh
We're living through the situation by the scent of sandalwood
In the long sigh of the wind in discordancy our young lion strung on a common thread
Through our miasma at last the traffic jam hath cleared and we're well on our way
With much to say about the Ray.....
Indigo Firmament Tuesday
8-7-18
Groping blow ones empty scabbard on indigo firmament Tuesday
As to shirk and bite in Ones of the steady lick
In rucked up folds by the catch of our sabretache
No need to fumble
Stay on topic or get lost down rabbit trails
The leader of the group so tells us
Referring it to now in Adam all man die
And in Christ all live
All to the drumbeat blood spattered
Dancing into the light north into Preston
God have me to know good success in my ordeal
No more than a mop-up trussed by our lattice window.....
Caught In Traffick
8-7-18
Inner guides tell me to just listen and be slow to speak
In haste to glisten to the Mahratta drumbeat a long way off
Caught in traffick making me ill
I have a refill
It's the end of something else
For two regiments of stagglers to shake the hands of time
As to enable and enoble looking for a higher way
Dear are His sheep brightly beaming deacons not meant to cover with a blanket
As we go barefoot as eager eyes are watching.....
You For A Day
8-7-18
Meeting the ghost in my mirror as if I were you for a day
Facing challenges today as silent is the moon
As to dislocate the process hoping today for some surface contact
In my metamorphosis
O, is this my future as to know is to no man on the other side
O, increasable O, endless you
Don't get lost and you never change your ways for the faith
As thou hast for a cupboard of jams improvised by ear dearest to the heart of he that hears
Elder Garret Gong going back to Salt Lake City in dreams of travel
And mysteries to unravel....
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