Hesiod Mycenian (Along The Tiber)
1-16-20
For the closing down of perspective in the canyons
With noon on the rise as by our lavish state
Friends among real stars where I have my own take on life and rebirth
And I don't blame them on my nemesis
Be my teacher and friend
O, arch enemy be my guide tonight for such a dredge
Neato, the powder and big toe greater with us lovelight
Soon bring enough to go without it
As the flame yes, so it is among the lighthouse
This morning I taste of heaven drinkable nonefit on the eleventh level
I changed my mind
I'm going heeding Hesiod
Mycenean....
Greek Gumption
1-16-20
So much more to live for than reclining and polling
For Lincoln, Hamilton and Jackson
Yes, I said it as to confront it
And I'm glad to nip it as hours bend my mind
For morale in the dredge of the deputy of Samsara
Yea, I'm still a mare in such a field
To bring about beneficial beginnings
On eleven groups of Baal likened to bull statues in basements of benevolence
Yet to work timeless to be on your side
O, so much more is there to see in her as to have gone afar
And give it all away to gusts of Jacob and sons
As God's gumption never fails....
More Alliterations (To Alleviate)
1-16-20
Purifying the antidote of animosity auspicious
Claiming the mind of calamity and calmness carefree
In one more alliteration after another
As one to condone it and embrace elongated elasticity elsewhere
Braying for it in sole intentions
As to Reinhost the Ivory and its Ebony
Down by the river along the Meditteranian among Latin poets
Whom linger as to explore the myths of his metamophosis as our epic encapsulated
As peanuts grow with intentions like ancestral of alien species of countrymen and peasants
If this is heavier what good will yawning and acorn do.....
Social Call
1-16-20
Today and tomorrow to sibilate all that I celebrate
Choosing words that build as to relax my grip and have another wonderful trip
For clear analysis and night scrutiny in Sndutideva
As to refer to it and to be true to myself today still in such experience of yearning
All that I am learning like a woman she wants me to love her for her mind
O, God be kind in the closing down of this perspective
By a smooth talk and a slick stride all about stentorian statements of sensuality
For Buddhas as well for Christians
My friends are yet to be met.....
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Tuesday, May 5, 2020
nexus
Nexus
1-16-20
Knowing not how it all relates
As trees are tall in white boats for men on the dais
Where God speed is to be happy as to run to live life more abundantly
And it's not all about me at all
For tonglen tongues amd Moksha mouths if no cure is found
What use is there of sorrow by its car dealer
And more fifth chances as would self Greece coming up for air
On just a whiff one time worn conceptual in me and my nirvana
To wake for Samsara
Today is your day to drink and enjoy our raiment cone bark in the dark....
1-16-20
Knowing not how it all relates
As trees are tall in white boats for men on the dais
Where God speed is to be happy as to run to live life more abundantly
And it's not all about me at all
For tonglen tongues amd Moksha mouths if no cure is found
What use is there of sorrow by its car dealer
And more fifth chances as would self Greece coming up for air
On just a whiff one time worn conceptual in me and my nirvana
To wake for Samsara
Today is your day to drink and enjoy our raiment cone bark in the dark....
Freudian
Freudian Friendship
1-16-20
On another red letter day
For due cinema to Spain
In the root of our own work
As to rejoice by elbow in Demeter as to represent
The industrial staleness it prompts
Of meeting my friend nemesis working
Brother as the hour elapses
Until I am there as to consult the nanometer Occipital
When God wants me to be happy
And to live like I am dying
Given my plethora of second chances
And sort faces in Carl Jung and his oceans
Freud and friendship as photo celebration in the field of time
On my hands across the Aegean.....
Oxford And Helman (Ought To Collaborate)
1-16-20
On another sibbilating day according to the number
And saladbar sensation including onion and cucumber
for proficient green with you
And you didn't need to apollogise
In that I will always love you in Mycenean times
Of madness and malarkey in fields of green that make up for it
By inner old school and intestinal loving of laws to send
Where Holmes sends me back there in my little boy I ought to set free
All lizards from the meantime what I spy for sayings as to be hunted
For the dogmatic of the end of Rolahertis in me for all to see.....
1-16-20
On another red letter day
For due cinema to Spain
In the root of our own work
As to rejoice by elbow in Demeter as to represent
The industrial staleness it prompts
Of meeting my friend nemesis working
Brother as the hour elapses
Until I am there as to consult the nanometer Occipital
When God wants me to be happy
And to live like I am dying
Given my plethora of second chances
And sort faces in Carl Jung and his oceans
Freud and friendship as photo celebration in the field of time
On my hands across the Aegean.....
Oxford And Helman (Ought To Collaborate)
1-16-20
On another sibbilating day according to the number
And saladbar sensation including onion and cucumber
for proficient green with you
And you didn't need to apollogise
In that I will always love you in Mycenean times
Of madness and malarkey in fields of green that make up for it
By inner old school and intestinal loving of laws to send
Where Holmes sends me back there in my little boy I ought to set free
All lizards from the meantime what I spy for sayings as to be hunted
For the dogmatic of the end of Rolahertis in me for all to see.....
Sunday, May 3, 2020
Crete
North Of Crete
1-16-20
By the brush of all deepest rulers
From its nitro humanity never dies
And again she lies among chasing beasts are invited
To finishing my feast
O, life Amen of me
In fundamental hopes ascending swiftly
In mandala symbolism
In its integrated state
Destiny ever greater still and on our cleaving
I take my fill on moonrise and thoughtful light out of sight
With all of my might for the self in its contradiction ascending swiftly
Where I punch a hole in the night
singing about Santorta like a sloppy signature
North of here....
Can I Help You, Yes I Can
1-16-20
Can I help you
Yes, I can
Facing my Giant's remain taking her like a man
Among the minnows from a memory island of Crete
In labyrinthe Massechusets and more spectacular audio and visual pines
In grand courtyards in stories we tell praising God for a Hamilton
In whom I see just what you mean
Friend Mycerean times as Greece falls to encircle instead with interceding contrast
With the world outside as to establish our Rolidex
And yield to another fix on it
In Homeric hymns in handy as handled
O, how long?
Thick Theogany
1-16-20
On dizzy heights
Come on and run with me over the edge
Trying tyrant dissimulation as encouraged
Time to come clean
A red letter may as it ought to be
In words Christ speaks
In stones of gods to better our odds
On the western coast of Asia Minor across the Aegean
Sobeit well being today with a Hamilton
Thinking thick theology in base and astonishing works
Of spiritual material art as to presume this book for due religion
In dragons flying to amend our mandala
In virgins that live nearby
Never a waste of words forever the haste
Of blackbirds as heroes flourish....
1-16-20
By the brush of all deepest rulers
From its nitro humanity never dies
And again she lies among chasing beasts are invited
To finishing my feast
O, life Amen of me
In fundamental hopes ascending swiftly
In mandala symbolism
In its integrated state
Destiny ever greater still and on our cleaving
I take my fill on moonrise and thoughtful light out of sight
With all of my might for the self in its contradiction ascending swiftly
Where I punch a hole in the night
singing about Santorta like a sloppy signature
North of here....
Can I Help You, Yes I Can
1-16-20
Can I help you
Yes, I can
Facing my Giant's remain taking her like a man
Among the minnows from a memory island of Crete
In labyrinthe Massechusets and more spectacular audio and visual pines
In grand courtyards in stories we tell praising God for a Hamilton
In whom I see just what you mean
Friend Mycerean times as Greece falls to encircle instead with interceding contrast
With the world outside as to establish our Rolidex
And yield to another fix on it
In Homeric hymns in handy as handled
O, how long?
Thick Theogany
1-16-20
On dizzy heights
Come on and run with me over the edge
Trying tyrant dissimulation as encouraged
Time to come clean
A red letter may as it ought to be
In words Christ speaks
In stones of gods to better our odds
On the western coast of Asia Minor across the Aegean
Sobeit well being today with a Hamilton
Thinking thick theology in base and astonishing works
Of spiritual material art as to presume this book for due religion
In dragons flying to amend our mandala
In virgins that live nearby
Never a waste of words forever the haste
Of blackbirds as heroes flourish....
immeasurable
Immeasurably
1-15-20
Lame Jair and Ardon
The night is far spent for the flight across the sunset
As thy work is all out and love is what it's all about
Yea, today divine appointments are made for Koolaide and iced tea
And sugar tart fade by the scene of the evening star in O'Keefe
For a snail sharing the earth's crust as to extend ones journal for love and affection
In all you have to say
This is the very reason why we are under the pressure
Of seven thousand pardons
Seeing the series for symbol gollosaries
Hey me, I have you
And I know that this is the case.....
Hey Me
1-15-20
Hey me, I have you
and a million weeds for psychology for modern man
And more sustenance on its way numerous and compelling
All for concentric circles and mandalas by states of being
I need all the support I can get in dynamic visual wonder at what is strange
Yea, it works for me today
On my animal farm where all sentient beings are equal
O, consult the nanometer soon to post it
But not to boast it....
1-15-20
Lame Jair and Ardon
The night is far spent for the flight across the sunset
As thy work is all out and love is what it's all about
Yea, today divine appointments are made for Koolaide and iced tea
And sugar tart fade by the scene of the evening star in O'Keefe
For a snail sharing the earth's crust as to extend ones journal for love and affection
In all you have to say
This is the very reason why we are under the pressure
Of seven thousand pardons
Seeing the series for symbol gollosaries
Hey me, I have you
And I know that this is the case.....
Hey Me
1-15-20
Hey me, I have you
and a million weeds for psychology for modern man
And more sustenance on its way numerous and compelling
All for concentric circles and mandalas by states of being
I need all the support I can get in dynamic visual wonder at what is strange
Yea, it works for me today
On my animal farm where all sentient beings are equal
O, consult the nanometer soon to post it
But not to boast it....
Saturday, May 2, 2020
Ravran
At Aruman
1-15-20
Indeed you will and I suppose you still do
By luck and by skill with fat to chew among minoans also lifetime
For greens on the mainland hovering over you tomorrow in labyrinth passageways
As feathers fall around you nearby the island of Crete
Take your easy seat on shores of our Aegean
Consulting the nanometer of theft in stationing volcanic and perfect sound
Through my new boom box where many fall wounded to mingle with circumstance
Business as usual given four hours to wait how to carelessly love to dwell at Aruman.....
With Tola And Elen
1-15-20
Glad to see you again old friend young again
Under our terebinth thereunto I still believe in you
Recorded my plate by the power of the Trojan War story from many sources
One hour until business
Glad to see you
Thanks for caring from Machlah to Alab
Not just another Arab through Marasson into Orhrah as the gambler tips his hat
In Tola and in Elen
Keep me in prayer today
North of Crete and two more archives
Before I head on out and in will cower down
Named on clay tablets for the intimacy of scholars
It serves its purpose.....
1-15-20
Indeed you will and I suppose you still do
By luck and by skill with fat to chew among minoans also lifetime
For greens on the mainland hovering over you tomorrow in labyrinth passageways
As feathers fall around you nearby the island of Crete
Take your easy seat on shores of our Aegean
Consulting the nanometer of theft in stationing volcanic and perfect sound
Through my new boom box where many fall wounded to mingle with circumstance
Business as usual given four hours to wait how to carelessly love to dwell at Aruman.....
With Tola And Elen
1-15-20
Glad to see you again old friend young again
Under our terebinth thereunto I still believe in you
Recorded my plate by the power of the Trojan War story from many sources
One hour until business
Glad to see you
Thanks for caring from Machlah to Alab
Not just another Arab through Marasson into Orhrah as the gambler tips his hat
In Tola and in Elen
Keep me in prayer today
North of Crete and two more archives
Before I head on out and in will cower down
Named on clay tablets for the intimacy of scholars
It serves its purpose.....
Meonenim
Meonenim
1-15-20
Almost beyond all imagining
Yea, so tarry awhile to count our sheep
And to number om mine in Rafi changing poetry
More where that came from
Sonny hungry for the banjo of victory daydreaming in Zerus
The ruler of the city
I believe my ship has come in
O, refreshing fountain
Gaol goes out
O, take shelter down our suspicions
Highway as trees choose a king
As to go two Shebus staying hungry
Dining at our terebinth
To look in his face minding Meonenim
Meandering meanwhile.....
Shechemite
1-15-20
As fire comes out of the bramble
Still we gamble and here he is
Where the necklace is my cross to bear today
To keep me safe in geniologies of Odyssus and Beaver's come what may
In mayhem, madness and sensuality
Skillful yet monotonous tucked away on a shelf
Where some still linger as I bask in the silence of stillness
At two dreary of day for sublime beasts in the stories and still to attempt
The rule of thumb and cast away my breadcrumb for Sumerians in our Bashan
Peninsula in fundamental hopes....
On Baked Clay
1-15-20
As many fall wounded
I have a friend in Jesus
Up to mount Zalmon on baked clay tablet it is written
Among modern audiences in stories that soothe the soul
As perishing becomes greater still
And yea, I will
O, we're in for crabs
Speaking out of what it's all about
All for inter constraints and intensity
I never get tired of this
Where hunger is your mouth still breaking every rule
In the book as the works and its look
Sinking from love weight of the load by the lessons of Atlantis
Where we come around to finding it....
1-15-20
Almost beyond all imagining
Yea, so tarry awhile to count our sheep
And to number om mine in Rafi changing poetry
More where that came from
Sonny hungry for the banjo of victory daydreaming in Zerus
The ruler of the city
I believe my ship has come in
O, refreshing fountain
Gaol goes out
O, take shelter down our suspicions
Highway as trees choose a king
As to go two Shebus staying hungry
Dining at our terebinth
To look in his face minding Meonenim
Meandering meanwhile.....
Shechemite
1-15-20
As fire comes out of the bramble
Still we gamble and here he is
Where the necklace is my cross to bear today
To keep me safe in geniologies of Odyssus and Beaver's come what may
In mayhem, madness and sensuality
Skillful yet monotonous tucked away on a shelf
Where some still linger as I bask in the silence of stillness
At two dreary of day for sublime beasts in the stories and still to attempt
The rule of thumb and cast away my breadcrumb for Sumerians in our Bashan
Peninsula in fundamental hopes....
On Baked Clay
1-15-20
As many fall wounded
I have a friend in Jesus
Up to mount Zalmon on baked clay tablet it is written
Among modern audiences in stories that soothe the soul
As perishing becomes greater still
And yea, I will
O, we're in for crabs
Speaking out of what it's all about
All for inter constraints and intensity
I never get tired of this
Where hunger is your mouth still breaking every rule
In the book as the works and its look
Sinking from love weight of the load by the lessons of Atlantis
Where we come around to finding it....
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