wake me

God Wake Me
2-1-20

Albion, what am I going to do?
As Tolstoy takes up the plectrum in opossum books
Need more coffee for the waking up from what little sleep I had
Wishing I could read up on the poison that is the remedy
Where I find that I am alone having come to this determination
On Mississippi highlanders and lonely places for the faces
As a chill rightly upon my body for inspiring for my poems for diamond peculiar calls
That want to prowl and through rooms that want to be free
O, beautiful river
Flow lovesick.....

Rhad

Rhad For Short
2-1-20

Back to sunrose acclivities
The ocean is like a new managed poet and you and I
Me Jesus' compositions one day going barefoot in the dark
All for a walk in the park
Not too soon to answer to the facts of life
As we can savor it as Er rises up alive and well
As in a desert oasis the high tide quenching the dry spell
On other planes of reality no longer show as one with desire
To conquer Tolstoy's beard
Where rivers run like tendons indirect
O, take up the pen as to love my doctor....





Singing In The Next Highest Octave
2-1-20

Load us to burn one lower
And nature to sing on the next highest octave
To bring up the mood
Without starting ones voice in the places where dreams remain
By the rocking on of my two poisons
Expedient for this death watch in line for dusted pork
And I live like I were dying calling it Apollo apostleship
Still marching on May day
I'm quitting to say I and the devil says
She of you as light pours through nooks and crannies
Where Veto laughs at lovers with leaven
Pack your bag!






F.U.B.A.R.
2-1-20

No matter how messed up life can get
Jesus is still on his throne
Call it F.U.B.A.R. and be right on target on the same page
As one whom suffers it as to accost our Arcesanti at codes junction
Arizona
I try to give her a call
Just to see if the phone works
All for Dellos diminutive and difinitive
Like Jesus playing a game of golf
And caffeine measured out in killowatt hours
By the river stay inebriated
As so I reform again for new ways
To propel the pen....

tool

"Break Out The Tool, Man!"
2-1-20

In seekers of class and tranquility
I've been through much
Right on target another industrial to inspire
I take the poison for the taste of venison
Just to feel alright grass numbered water written in cranes
Up in the tool age for a right to be dying
So I tried to live it up and light brother chrome
And pour another cup for the ring of two
And the twist of my screwdriver
And tool men trampled like oil on a rag
I keep the engine clean.....

nameless

Er, Nameless
1-31-20

Time's up in Big Sur
How stands the city?
Painting our windows black
God has a reason for me being awake and upright
What a good time fares
Do something even if it is as simple as bathing
Putting some foot to your prayer
Love everybody to turn away the warren
In hopes of ones gaining of benediction
Drive on through
And don't try to get around it
As we celebrate Cerberus
As hearts wrapped at the ceremony
Give the bed one more chance
And pray for peace as Er is dying
Yet nameless....





Esarhaddon
1-31-20

As Greeks reject the grim view
I would if I were you
Where life after death begins on the battlefield
In delightful fields of Elysium and everyone has their beautiful side
Not to boast
No, it's not for pride
In the agape way of the core
All can come to know in leisure white interior
Eyeing up my Esarhaddon
Where Ivan lives and God sees the truth
And waits not feeling it today
To think in ways back
To nod and pray for sleep
And Elylium dreams of going there.....

roving

Roving Naxos
1-31-20

Calling all cormorants
God has reasons why I'm awake
Giving myself away in Big Sur
Loving my Dohelia for food on the table
Offered to idols
God has reasons
Raising the ceiling
Getting that restless feeling
I keep on trying
Asking for answers on the palate
Given diamonds
I got up again
And write dancing on the plain
Praying for my fantastic calm
As I twine in silence
Not necessarily chronological
I am awake right beside God
Whom has things for me to say
So I give it another go
In Arion almost aerial
Yet to rove the island of Naxos
Still wet from drowning
Hence, the layout.....

warrior

Prayer Warrior
1-31-20

Where the sugar train stops
And to the care always yield its crops
I crack another code such as this as to our amount of experiences
Such as a pen of lunar associations
Call me the duke of the valley below looking to the firmament above
Across the universe
I will follow you for five syllable pains
Yea, like our girth dreams one more lance by the whistle to drive away fear
In sonnets autobiographical to remember thee such on the hill
I keep on trying.....





Faithful River
1-31-20

Dreams are my life as I want my shuteye
Back cut loose from curbing connotations for the just in my hand
Drumming to the make of the victor doing our David's devotions dear and dedicated
I higher places where she tells me how to enhance the energy
In larger senses as to break over you
And learn to live with your love
Given the freedom of flatulence where there's no one around
For fish and fowl as to say it and howl
I break over you wearing their vestures
Feeling helpless yet hopeful....

tannin

Tannin From Skins
1-30-20

Tannin from skins
Planning out my next five wins
To continue to become involved
And to make one more for acidity
Taxing my memory in vain displeasure
By the queen of my body and mind
God bless it to such feeling helpful
To parts of me in need
O, blood run cold chewing the cud
To a son untold in Kevin Zarly's wine guide
Living still in the twentieth century in heart and mind
Denoting grapefruits immediately inside our seven walls
Going to heaven for shopping malls
On the fastest track on my mind....





Sure Means
1-30-20

Consonant and successive successful and impressive
For entertainment lore and more and more poem books my classic artists
By the introversion to understanding it in my own way
Not a mad thing to acquire as wine ages with a good sign
For the book to sell all in prime exponents and new ways two weeks from now
Why not start today for the echoes of my own footsteps dense and intertwined
Nothing drooping spirits taste then to see if they be of God today
Rather uneasy in Shakespeare's sonnets breezy
Glad to feel it that way for fixed structures and me....





Maderized
1-30-20

Living in the south part of Palestine
A sweet taste in my mouth of vintage wine in optimum conditions
I play my Cat Stevens records today
Di Origine Controlee in the United states modernized smell before you sir
But those days are through to swirl at our boquet
Just pray for a good day
Adding color with much to say
On the table opposite of what we can and all that we may
For the tablecloth no more wroth
For our five thousands of after states....