Lightshow Begins
9-21-18
Sometime this weekend I get working on my light display
No matter how miniscule and humble in Heffernan our ritual as Plato maintains
As to be that faculty all for royal sages in the lawbook of our Yajinaualkya
Doing just fine with new jargon as it was only yesterday as music tastes change
As onr grows older and wiser in Artha our first ash at life
Good start on my light display
Garfield is my first ornament as long as it's not a fire hazard
In Kama our second aim in life in spite of strife
In new manners of self-realization as I require its upkeep in counterparts of Cupid
Needing only three more strings to get the job done
Good start
O, come to judge me
On this lonesome boulevard
Here's my card quite ruminous.....
Getting Into The Spirit Early
9-21-18
All for the ski lifts of '97
Two hundred feet closer to heaven
As to come to bury broken hearts to watch the old love die
All alluding to George Harrison
He wonders
O, is there more to it than material life as it stands
Sloppy lightshow so far so good so what so who
In the ritual donning of Janev O, sacred thread
I still love you
Being awesome in my own way
Under the Godhead let it be in the hopes to join them again
As counted to the frustrations striking at the lonesome framed in a male-centered way
As I turn it over to my Atman so to speak blessed are the meek
As she keeps lapping and it's music to my nose......
Thursday, December 6, 2018
discotheque
Discotheque
9-21-18
In compliance to my own pleasure
Yet still seeing the command as the treasure like desperadoes boarding the bus
Writing my own blood role in that Jesus knows calling me the main Stoekick
Behold here is wisdom lest Oliver assist unto the residue
In no need to make it up concecrated and appointed
Not to be as water in that I am anointed by the glory of our two Schwarzers
Ah, the Americans O, are we as such
Alas, O Christians undoubtedly nom de guerne for its dependable level of discotheque
Lying in ruins old and withered sharing all of the hills
We are scattered like dry leaves savoring our fatherland
This is wisdom that we might obtain it
Feeling this reserve....
Gilbert
9-21-18
Purchased by the blood as bought by the saints
For all pens and paints
Back in Marseilles in the year of eighty
Often emulated in our embassy
Memories once blotted out
Come back strongly at Tehran as to initiate a way more straight
And a God so great back in the land of your inheritance
Where is the story of once being an outlaw
O, Cowdery assist as appointed to succor as we pucker for a smucker
As money buys the clothes next week and the cowboy will be me in closer proximity
And rows of houses where cattle graze in Signet Gilbert as appointed as anointed
Behold where is wisdom to try my best to refrain for all Corsican-run immeasurable....
In Marseilles
9-21-18
Welcome Equinox learning to live without you
Remembering Laurie Star that still signs an autograph
As to move ones blues in Tennessee lying westward heading toward the south
Time to open up your mouth as to reveal the land of all inheritance
Across the Due de Rome
The devil says I'm wasting my time unto the residue of elders take me back
To New Mexico
Father give me the power to have another prolific and productive day
In the valley of the quiver and many arrows to spare as to obtain my hunting license
As for fishing and a fowling more for the opera as to carry me away by another symphony
Direction given yea, my error again in the second pot
Unto which all nations shall come in the last days
And the calling was for me....
Injunctions
9-21-18
By the extraordinary million of anti-terrorism
In U.S. agencies she talks to me
Yea, I suppose I am as half the man
I'll get you some coffee merely a weigh station
In Blount well occupied remain in the present moment
As Alex inherits all ingenuity for that light rap at my door this evening
In Pat Cisco our first assignment
Something to suit the scholar with our darling plan
Greeting Alex's boss and neighboring Roman Catholics
One big happy family as the cliche try to say
That all of the songs sound alike in dharma as the principle end
As to establish the ideal and wait for his call or call him myself
In all etymology as pain and pleasure are transitory supersized.....
9-21-18
In compliance to my own pleasure
Yet still seeing the command as the treasure like desperadoes boarding the bus
Writing my own blood role in that Jesus knows calling me the main Stoekick
Behold here is wisdom lest Oliver assist unto the residue
In no need to make it up concecrated and appointed
Not to be as water in that I am anointed by the glory of our two Schwarzers
Ah, the Americans O, are we as such
Alas, O Christians undoubtedly nom de guerne for its dependable level of discotheque
Lying in ruins old and withered sharing all of the hills
We are scattered like dry leaves savoring our fatherland
This is wisdom that we might obtain it
Feeling this reserve....
Gilbert
9-21-18
Purchased by the blood as bought by the saints
For all pens and paints
Back in Marseilles in the year of eighty
Often emulated in our embassy
Memories once blotted out
Come back strongly at Tehran as to initiate a way more straight
And a God so great back in the land of your inheritance
Where is the story of once being an outlaw
O, Cowdery assist as appointed to succor as we pucker for a smucker
As money buys the clothes next week and the cowboy will be me in closer proximity
And rows of houses where cattle graze in Signet Gilbert as appointed as anointed
Behold where is wisdom to try my best to refrain for all Corsican-run immeasurable....
In Marseilles
9-21-18
Welcome Equinox learning to live without you
Remembering Laurie Star that still signs an autograph
As to move ones blues in Tennessee lying westward heading toward the south
Time to open up your mouth as to reveal the land of all inheritance
Across the Due de Rome
The devil says I'm wasting my time unto the residue of elders take me back
To New Mexico
Father give me the power to have another prolific and productive day
In the valley of the quiver and many arrows to spare as to obtain my hunting license
As for fishing and a fowling more for the opera as to carry me away by another symphony
Direction given yea, my error again in the second pot
Unto which all nations shall come in the last days
And the calling was for me....
Injunctions
9-21-18
By the extraordinary million of anti-terrorism
In U.S. agencies she talks to me
Yea, I suppose I am as half the man
I'll get you some coffee merely a weigh station
In Blount well occupied remain in the present moment
As Alex inherits all ingenuity for that light rap at my door this evening
In Pat Cisco our first assignment
Something to suit the scholar with our darling plan
Greeting Alex's boss and neighboring Roman Catholics
One big happy family as the cliche try to say
That all of the songs sound alike in dharma as the principle end
As to establish the ideal and wait for his call or call him myself
In all etymology as pain and pleasure are transitory supersized.....
Lamore
Lamore
9-21-18
As Equinox comes to town as to prove twelve hour intervals
Sparing all old ruthlessness of our own Cold War of conspiracy and intrigue
And a message that was out of my league
Along the coachroads mariners hung me
But to live on in the Word born again on the tire sailing my schooner
In Thompson and plenty more where that came from
As stealing waters collide if must need spend all of my money
I'll always be around so the enemy wants me to think
And still I stand my ground and harden my heart
where horror creeps back to life in grimaces of gratitude
And smiles of surrendipity crossing the Jackson County line
With plenty to eat today as Lamore tells us the tale.....
9-21-18
As Equinox comes to town as to prove twelve hour intervals
Sparing all old ruthlessness of our own Cold War of conspiracy and intrigue
And a message that was out of my league
Along the coachroads mariners hung me
But to live on in the Word born again on the tire sailing my schooner
In Thompson and plenty more where that came from
As stealing waters collide if must need spend all of my money
I'll always be around so the enemy wants me to think
And still I stand my ground and harden my heart
where horror creeps back to life in grimaces of gratitude
And smiles of surrendipity crossing the Jackson County line
With plenty to eat today as Lamore tells us the tale.....
Monday, December 3, 2018
anecdote
Duncan's Anecdote
9-21-18
Cut off in mine own due time
For bricks in this wall between us
I go out and spy out Mars and Venus
Final and first on fears and friction
Let Newel remain and may the Mario gain
As the tortoise is not ones pain
And cheetahs to but gain for vindication upon us
In two and you take up your cross and follow me
In premonitions of madness and long intervals of latency of Dunlap's anecdote
Stay in the boat as Sister becomes in travels for snare drums all for fine arts
I see the so called norm in your juice
Far enough and without being the fan
For love all-enduring
Get in!
By their mid-Colonial day at work on new material
As Dunlap's is a turn to the ironic.....
(All In) Newel
9-21-18
In ways dutiful the straight gate is Beautiful
As recent evidence prevails not obsessing a formal revelation
Stop, take a time-out for silence in the studio
Find it not thwarting but as to enrich all clarity
In all veins of our cheeks for charity
O, let Newel remain as many as may go do but go
Taking up again Hefferman in Corsican Honor
Seeing Jesse Owens for what it's worth at the University of Frankfurt
All the way to heaven on a hot dog and finely chiseled figures of us
Feeling quite worldly as riches will canker
How can I thank her as the harvest is past
And summer is almost gone for spirits contrite
Mother, do you think so?
On D&C 56:16
9-21-18
Pleasing Dieter as to support him
Swaying back and forth as Tynone mumbles
extending a pack of filtered Menthols
O, we old people and Moroni on the steeple
Soon time to face the music
Soon pushing fifty for my prime crafty and nifty
With a level of subtlety fresh-faced and naive and wide-eyed
Trusting innocence proved as well guilty
Perhaps someday I come around to it
For a pizza for later nodding as full of expression
To this self proposition as used and with great value in ones city underworld
Hearts are to be broken under our umbrella of darkness
Keeping the rain from falling on our trees as harvest is passed
And summer is ended......
9-21-18
Cut off in mine own due time
For bricks in this wall between us
I go out and spy out Mars and Venus
Final and first on fears and friction
Let Newel remain and may the Mario gain
As the tortoise is not ones pain
And cheetahs to but gain for vindication upon us
In two and you take up your cross and follow me
In premonitions of madness and long intervals of latency of Dunlap's anecdote
Stay in the boat as Sister becomes in travels for snare drums all for fine arts
I see the so called norm in your juice
Far enough and without being the fan
For love all-enduring
Get in!
By their mid-Colonial day at work on new material
As Dunlap's is a turn to the ironic.....
(All In) Newel
9-21-18
In ways dutiful the straight gate is Beautiful
As recent evidence prevails not obsessing a formal revelation
Stop, take a time-out for silence in the studio
Find it not thwarting but as to enrich all clarity
In all veins of our cheeks for charity
O, let Newel remain as many as may go do but go
Taking up again Hefferman in Corsican Honor
Seeing Jesse Owens for what it's worth at the University of Frankfurt
All the way to heaven on a hot dog and finely chiseled figures of us
Feeling quite worldly as riches will canker
How can I thank her as the harvest is past
And summer is almost gone for spirits contrite
Mother, do you think so?
On D&C 56:16
9-21-18
Pleasing Dieter as to support him
Swaying back and forth as Tynone mumbles
extending a pack of filtered Menthols
O, we old people and Moroni on the steeple
Soon time to face the music
Soon pushing fifty for my prime crafty and nifty
With a level of subtlety fresh-faced and naive and wide-eyed
Trusting innocence proved as well guilty
Perhaps someday I come around to it
For a pizza for later nodding as full of expression
To this self proposition as used and with great value in ones city underworld
Hearts are to be broken under our umbrella of darkness
Keeping the rain from falling on our trees as harvest is passed
And summer is ended......
mash
Mash
9-21-18
In dutiful ways and beautiful strays
Four aims and ends taking the time that it takes for hurricanes and earthquakes
Simply the moons and aesthetic as in Hawthorne our apologetic
As to sublimate the most unpromising and next Thursday obtain new garments
For a small change of the end fabulous and visionary favor
My first adrenaline and a thought or two illuminated
In the immure sense of plastic and paper is the cross of our days
Artistic with our old Yankee craftsman in offscouring commended
The dawn is glowing joining Thomas a mash of breakfast in our four aims
Hoping to crack this code later on....
Griffin
9-21-18
Mine arm and mine indignation
So let it be just as it is to command and revere
All for another smoke
Hearken ye, O people back in Canaan
To charge it at our favorite steeple for this transition
From hearsay to act
And opportunity for a challenge
As to decode these messages whom in my eyes it is clearer
All for masks first and a thanks for thirst
As to have been struck by the wide left turn of our truck
And the sky is what it appears and today to face my fears
Arising in speculative giants and seed as to see to their needs
In revenue cutting ones own throat
For communicated fragments as to stay in the boat
My wants as we will go.....
9-21-18
In dutiful ways and beautiful strays
Four aims and ends taking the time that it takes for hurricanes and earthquakes
Simply the moons and aesthetic as in Hawthorne our apologetic
As to sublimate the most unpromising and next Thursday obtain new garments
For a small change of the end fabulous and visionary favor
My first adrenaline and a thought or two illuminated
In the immure sense of plastic and paper is the cross of our days
Artistic with our old Yankee craftsman in offscouring commended
The dawn is glowing joining Thomas a mash of breakfast in our four aims
Hoping to crack this code later on....
Griffin
9-21-18
Mine arm and mine indignation
So let it be just as it is to command and revere
All for another smoke
Hearken ye, O people back in Canaan
To charge it at our favorite steeple for this transition
From hearsay to act
And opportunity for a challenge
As to decode these messages whom in my eyes it is clearer
All for masks first and a thanks for thirst
As to have been struck by the wide left turn of our truck
And the sky is what it appears and today to face my fears
Arising in speculative giants and seed as to see to their needs
In revenue cutting ones own throat
For communicated fragments as to stay in the boat
My wants as we will go.....
title illegible
Draught Anathema
9-21-18
As she takes it back It's all John Jakes
For plague and not to forget Hawthorne in Molech and our Comte
As cool as the breeze on this last day of summer
Still chasing parentheses in spite of an lack of knowledge
On the topic of dreams of picking fights with those ten times my size
Burning with desire and rage learned of the nine and your element in his cage
For the earth that is on fire in realistic words English tales of draught his anathema
In the principle and proving of understanding of etymology
In making of gift books in teaching the ultimate goal
As the gaol can hand it to you....
I Get My Mornings Back
9-21-18
Today as an incorporation of other ways about it
Given days to doubt it as some say that other creeks would only confuse them
Two more so I give the first coffee a chance amid such a hush and shadow
As providing to understand transcending selfishness seemingly a tall order
On our wall border as many are called upon it as rain falls dark and slow
As sins to know private and communicate coming back to life again
But your time with a pen that is restless yet uplifted and I cry unheeded
All in Doanes' appeal and sunrise's good feel at dharma stark alone for all times
And a dozen diners in longing for fond as to learn to talk
My development on golden tongue with the uplifted and I cry.....
Thayre
9-21-18
Last day of summer
Changing leaves needs not be a bummer
Now a cradle of loss for words as to travel back in the Kirtland and find it afresh
Insulting Ezra Thayne in another flighty empire such as another magnificent choir
As for leggettes and sodhills and high hopes beyond the horizon
At our romantic Tierk and uncanny solicitation and a way back in
As they tell me to live it up with revelation
And to take joy in repentance in Newton anvil of our fatal Gethsename
And nights of wonder looking beyond their ambers
As to dedicate shall be made known remove me and you should turn to stone
In higher altitudes where flags unfurl....
9-21-18
As she takes it back It's all John Jakes
For plague and not to forget Hawthorne in Molech and our Comte
As cool as the breeze on this last day of summer
Still chasing parentheses in spite of an lack of knowledge
On the topic of dreams of picking fights with those ten times my size
Burning with desire and rage learned of the nine and your element in his cage
For the earth that is on fire in realistic words English tales of draught his anathema
In the principle and proving of understanding of etymology
In making of gift books in teaching the ultimate goal
As the gaol can hand it to you....
I Get My Mornings Back
9-21-18
Today as an incorporation of other ways about it
Given days to doubt it as some say that other creeks would only confuse them
Two more so I give the first coffee a chance amid such a hush and shadow
As providing to understand transcending selfishness seemingly a tall order
On our wall border as many are called upon it as rain falls dark and slow
As sins to know private and communicate coming back to life again
But your time with a pen that is restless yet uplifted and I cry unheeded
All in Doanes' appeal and sunrise's good feel at dharma stark alone for all times
And a dozen diners in longing for fond as to learn to talk
My development on golden tongue with the uplifted and I cry.....
Thayre
9-21-18
Last day of summer
Changing leaves needs not be a bummer
Now a cradle of loss for words as to travel back in the Kirtland and find it afresh
Insulting Ezra Thayne in another flighty empire such as another magnificent choir
As for leggettes and sodhills and high hopes beyond the horizon
At our romantic Tierk and uncanny solicitation and a way back in
As they tell me to live it up with revelation
And to take joy in repentance in Newton anvil of our fatal Gethsename
And nights of wonder looking beyond their ambers
As to dedicate shall be made known remove me and you should turn to stone
In higher altitudes where flags unfurl....
decoder
Another Message To Decode
9-20-18
As wanting the long eloquent rule
To make the world go away
As we make it up day by day
In Raphael our little flowers of Saint Francis
As printing the short and sweet was about oneself
I ought to just stay put
But I return to the same mountain pass
As to be sowed some seed falls by the wayside
By our plant dreaming deep
Tonight I get my sleep
As to know the mysteries of the kingdom
I listen to what the blues have to say
As life is just another scene
As the figure marks a new beginning
For the result of mingled tares
As singled out black mares
For vapors in God's vineyard
Along the Adriatic
A city on a hill cannot be hidden
In white roses mingling
God have my hand to be steady.....
Sower Revisited Again
9-20-18
Thanks to You
The sun shines bright today
My, o my we have found again the way
Have my hand to be steady
And help me to get ready for incarnate fullness
And the mystery of transfiguration
Blessed are you eyes that now see of Godhead bodily
For whispering mariners and an umbrella symbolizing the darkness
Where you'll find another of most vivid profiles
Carry me for the next seven miles
Feeling the final sea of serenity all part of the deal
Thanks to You for the good times all in private explanations of father time
As to oversee the racial claims down every highway where we find fortresses
Look getting nearer for the old timer in the time of seed sowing
On turnback Thursday again throughout as foundation.....
Twenty-Three Years Later
9-20-18
Twenty-three years later
I'm still here that true love is still my friend
And if your memory had eyes they'd be crying
And I can't tell it what to do
All for one third part that didn't make it into the world
To them it has been given
Tell me if you even knew I know
The meeting would be a decisive one in tender gentleness
As to always ride the wind you still win as hearts still shift
Inside our crests
O, keep it while you're around
For the sons of the kingdom
And that was all she needed to write today....
9-20-18
As wanting the long eloquent rule
To make the world go away
As we make it up day by day
In Raphael our little flowers of Saint Francis
As printing the short and sweet was about oneself
I ought to just stay put
But I return to the same mountain pass
As to be sowed some seed falls by the wayside
By our plant dreaming deep
Tonight I get my sleep
As to know the mysteries of the kingdom
I listen to what the blues have to say
As life is just another scene
As the figure marks a new beginning
For the result of mingled tares
As singled out black mares
For vapors in God's vineyard
Along the Adriatic
A city on a hill cannot be hidden
In white roses mingling
God have my hand to be steady.....
Sower Revisited Again
9-20-18
Thanks to You
The sun shines bright today
My, o my we have found again the way
Have my hand to be steady
And help me to get ready for incarnate fullness
And the mystery of transfiguration
Blessed are you eyes that now see of Godhead bodily
For whispering mariners and an umbrella symbolizing the darkness
Where you'll find another of most vivid profiles
Carry me for the next seven miles
Feeling the final sea of serenity all part of the deal
Thanks to You for the good times all in private explanations of father time
As to oversee the racial claims down every highway where we find fortresses
Look getting nearer for the old timer in the time of seed sowing
On turnback Thursday again throughout as foundation.....
Twenty-Three Years Later
9-20-18
Twenty-three years later
I'm still here that true love is still my friend
And if your memory had eyes they'd be crying
And I can't tell it what to do
All for one third part that didn't make it into the world
To them it has been given
Tell me if you even knew I know
The meeting would be a decisive one in tender gentleness
As to always ride the wind you still win as hearts still shift
Inside our crests
O, keep it while you're around
For the sons of the kingdom
And that was all she needed to write today....
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