rebuke

 Ere Down, Rebuked 

5-25-20

Some say that there is no such thing as God 

Much gratitude for lark of the dethroned 

And the onyx of thoughtlessness 

Gazing at photos of savants 

As an inspiration to press onward 

And therein to instill 

In thinking to be apt to extol it 

O, show your scars and grow out your beard 

Like a madman as to open every wound 

For caption virgin roving in our skies 

Learning how to sit out longer 

Ah, the vivid fetes supply for consideration 

In thee 

When Dylan sounds like Townshend 

With the band all to understand 

Rue to inherit two grand....

Time To Do No Such Thing

5-25-20

Time to dig another hole 

All for the drunkard of my soul 

With stage fright as to anoint good nights to quicken the spores 

As our full sappy high and no such why

Where the jay birds are primed enough to just peace out

And do my thing in flush and fife 

How hard we try to tell it to go wayside 

Asking myself am I ready for the Kool Aid 

And signs say yes 

Back to bed for one hour 

Calling this one the wanting 

For our dogs' blues.....

thrilled

 Maggie Over Yonder (Water Thriller With Light)

5-25-20

Maggie over yonder 

With a horn bag over my shoulder 

And a domain to my poet is works 

and for reaching out for fighters 

All friendly frolicking in wretched heat 

Of the day soon to be alone to have been elated to tell you the truth 

Loving up advantage and its stark road sharer like water thriller with the light 

On the faith and oil to anoint one of need of concentration 

Among the weary for a late breakfast 

In helpless eyes to consult as Spirit quails are born 

Cometh June a good time to draw my rune 

In gumptious central grain and honey bee 

Heralding pursuits...

Its Immaculate Wonder 

5-25-20

My touching to the orchid 

O, crest patterns just experience it for our diplomat 

Like in Shinar not to read all about it 

As it needs the song as to find it inside my toy 

For the lover of your song 

Taking my appetite for logrolling 

In a pool of her twilight 

As to consult 

As to exult in the clot 

Of raining to regress 

Into a silver shirt 

and no one knows what 

O, meet me alive as to reason 

The next in the horn of our love 

O, bumblebee sit on my knee 

And she will feed you sugar 

In the matter of thy immaculate wonder.....

Break From A Break (These Are The Breaks)

5-25-20

Garland in my skull within a pool of twilight 

Still time for washing in the water forgetful 

And all in the bank of your eyes of morning anguish 

As time will tell who has been taken along with us 

For my heart and then where I go first 

And keep the thirst 

Leading up in my longing 

For hands of the betrothed

Her will betrays me like a cumulous cloud 

Exercised in broad daylight 

As we yet take turns seeing to the need 

Of a peck on the cheek 

Soon to exfoliate 

Learning how to read all over again.....

pangs

Lesser Degree (More Pangs)

5-25-20

In Pauline author in that I am 

Like the relative going afoot in others 

Shall I call my hobbies good enough for bleeding

By heart fierce where I'm learning a lot 

Pummeling in its hermit a pity on roads swerving 

My more lips sweet to tell them what it's all about 

Under the doctrine of grace pricing one in comparable silence 

For our sojourn in Arabia for the rules of the road 

And old schools as to crack the code 

Of love taking resolution in moments of business 

Lay back for its fangs in a lesson 

Returning much pangs...

Tools And Toys For Trade 

5-25-20

Jamming out on tragedy went a courting 

In specious soul fierce to my master 

Fir for pleasure frantic for alchemy of pride and joy 

Soon time for a late breakfast as a breakthrough 

Come Thursday to find delight in their serenade shame 

Not to open a restless eye 

To the light of day as I initiate it today 

My victories in finding delight 

As no such candlelight over my heart 

And sweet its sharer as hidden in God are ones privileges 

To feed wildlife made manifest for Bangkok and Budapest 

And a day just for moments and the mine and its dread....

Don't I?

5-25-20

They introduce me for my own good 

To where our fire 

Serpent in its pangs still quoting great artists 

For the rest in a heart of love 

Cleaning down to the staff this one dreaming 

As to cut it in half and restrain 

And let her up free in grooves of bondage

As many of penance know

Wanting Jerry berries like split milk 

Even when I cannot afford what the job entails 

All for the outflow of our love 

Down to the station of fervor within 

To breathe in its start on modest muscle business 

Still picking on them 

O, don't I?

clot

 Clots Of Ballbreaker  

5-25-20

As to share ones flower 

Corrupt in its pangs to make her eye 

Plenty of time to downsize in specious souls of golden gods 

As it spoke and I close my own eyes to entertain ones close encounter 

Approved in his heart 

A walk of life where the flowers at my feet dead shewing 

The first of the clover minding coolness 

Yea, it's a choice and vow in this life 

In hues hilarious of dawn bird leaven 

And clots of bayberry 

A new life hearing 

As man meets girl to flourish 

Like a but of an apostate in my heart 

And then thou run and when....

Clean Beard (Spirit Hastened)

5-25-20

In spacious souls we find delight 

For many of our holes 

We stay out of sight 

Wavering like water 

The illustration of the Spirit as its oil 

As to the answer diving in the wind like gospel tracts 

All up and down the promenade 

For deep tea and lemonade 

Winding it in pools of her own twilight 

Of Swallows' souls I am gladness again 

For a tool like a weapon keen and white 

Under the retinue of censure 

Still the apostate to our axiom in oaths 

Careful part yes

Careless as I cut with it 

Campfire of another day of our igneous....

Hand To The Dirt

5-25-20

Spirit leatherhead as that whiter 

We'd rather work lust out for my today

To feel a spark tingle along with this jingle 

Given a gazillion other distractions gizzard dissection 

Within the pools of our twilight and the worker of living it

Don't forget the laundry soap in the light of my soul 

Loving to plunge as stark for the joy that underlies us where eyes meet  

Nine for lichen cries of ones fleet fair and fine craving it 

To meet you in the verity in the air 

Literal and allegorical prize tools 

His story and it's business as usual today 

All the way....

tawny

 Tawny-Gold Days 

5-25-20

I should know by now

That many a mixed building falsehood cool it 

At a dollhouse  of a rector on wind bold soap 

Creating O, that sin do we let slip 

Down with trash bags of pleasure 

As we head straight showbiz 

O my to Spirit be won 

Of your transcription all understanding 

As so I created a taste of it in swan states 

And she made me to follow her barren mind 

I like it with soap with one chance on how to behold 

and straighten it still without 

As so it seven thirty in me up bush 

All it to nourish starting to be all for another Pepsi challenge 

On balls tawny and gold....

Hazelnuts Of Me

5-25-20

Waking up to my inner child 

For my heart's red medicine 

And leaning upon the Lord

Black coat closing our crimson thorns 

With my Grail and brown bowl trying wick and rind 

As to saddle our plover most of our lives worth it 

On such leaning the impermanence of thoughtlessness 

As we did this by ye swords as to let the flower fall 

Thank you rocks for a generous situation of both sides of the family 

Dry with my well as one I rise to the pioneer suspending intensity still....

low-hung

 Low-Hung (Dying)

5-24-20

Submerged in daylight like a magnet's keeper 

Like an easy sleeper 

She says make it a good one 

Yet only Jesus can do such 

As I linger by the ears as well 

Let wisdom see your new reason 

In a poem called not only a dawn called 

Yes, O what a way to go 

O, what a mess fume and flock 

You are for the low-hung dying of tapping 

Learning how to be in there 

More than one place at a time 

In minimal of coolness yea, color her good and bad 

Like wood that makes pen and pad

Where the second dimension collides with the third....

Blood On My Left Thumb

5-24-20

Just wait, so Jesus commands 

Not for if's but's or and's 

A long time ago in the dying land of this cessation 

As to ration and come on out with another fashion 

Telestial forever 

Sun blood on my left thumb 

Believing our bondservant yet to obtain again the prize 

Wanting to always see harvest drop swill one pulse dimly lit 

Through another day to believe again 

Apostleship dimly lit all frothy but not breezy 

Literally underway casting aside loyalty and pride 

In the covenant assortment to read the book of Romans 

As made in '14....

Bad Visit To Our 4th City

5-24 -20

By our third visit to our fourth city 

Spun like a toy getting used to lungs drifted down the ridicule 

Lowly do we need our backs?

Playing no favorites when it comes to family 

O, shine your light on me 

Yet juxtaposed humming it where it all works out 

When love thrives over uncertainty 

Kind, cool and aloof 

Just breathe it in 

God have me to be hungry for fish and onion rings 

Yet justified jerking jams of jelly 

And a peace that passes all praise 

And a little bit of faith goes a long way....

sitting

 Sitting Out Longer

5-24-20

In the camp of thee to fill the sandal 

All for your scandal 

I learn no such sound but silence 

As to waddle the most of moments triumphant 

Made fate the well and the change that is good 

Brain for his blood down the drain 

To an ant a flood and luck in finding out what puzzles us 

Most all like to our own host 

In our myriad and the ring as birds' far Navigation 

Stay in the now and keep up theories forever over sidelines

To cater yet to learn how to sit out longer 

Opening again our source 

Sit out longer....

Woodsy Owl (Lifeline)

5-24-20

Still no blind face seeks to find ones own chance 

Like birds' beaks as still one pulse 

Doing the dance of two dervish number 

Mind it you think you saw and to move on along  

Saying to myself it's alright to publish these cheatings 

Taken down black enough the sound 

Of no such music for a short season 

Alongside brown ponies like a Mammoth's keeper 

And still one pulse under a sun not false 

Dim, holy the city stars 

Jesus have me to know yet today among sheep 

On the pastoral setting alive the heartbeat 

Round with wins in my soft packet for Woodsy owl....