Kettle Bell

Looking into the gloom in an amusing and songwriting kind of typecast need to presently go about the ruins of this late war. Without fatuous displays make good on my coventry and in God’s good service, try to at least, to bring about weal in earning my wage. If this need to attest, to query, to make good on promises and petitions. And the descritory confluency of ramshackle husbandmen speaking of womins and lambs. Also Clara, and Elsy and Bessy, and May.

That the fielding of ryeman and crossbearer go passable into the drink and are reliable beholding unto the pools of a shoreline ocean at low tide. Good enough to collect supplicant realities of the rolling sands and the cut loose bottoms. With currents of the old whaleroad coming to bouts. Drawn upon the sea from the outlet of rivers worldwide and deluvian in their release to the high spirits. Clowning the rafts and jambs in their escapement of fealty unto the campus of those broad waters.

A crow’s harbour of the woeful and right to pity. A last ditch effort to get up to snuff in the lackaday and upright and relieve the hoveled and the pinched. With the nuance of charming clatter and the charge of a hospitible drum. Hoops and solace in the turning gait of independents’ that quivels and spits, burns out and fiercely requits the display of teeth.

With every other semblance to the reel strayed out to a glen of the fielding career. The gear and the Wright’s foot. A kings’ ransom for the fearing of civility. The goat’s head soup of a cavalier and assuming despondency. How it clears the roof and supports the filch for his carrolus innurement of medicinal blends and denatured tinctures.

A breadth of cover inclement to the diaspora of run down streets. The emblazoned recalcitrant, a stuffed goose of the bonnie pike. How now brown cow. Where does your garten frail its picts? Are the wicked and parsimonious the same flagrants of repasse as the rioter and his ill acquainted dogs. Not to die outright but within the guise of the earthly church. That sovereign empowered in the creature beats and elemental scions of the dutiful and fruited.

Surrendering to the clandestine hinterland of subjugated viands of green. As if the running down of burr and tawn. Where in the sidereal cogent of placer rhymes and cordial assays makes good on the all to often henpecking of dispassionate qualms and painted glare of a south going mystic.

The book gets thrown. The laurel crown it falls along with the thorny and them gone up and died. Only the ivy seems to understand the apparent lack of penchant honesty in the tooth gnarled pugh and quarrelous hangers on. If you don’t know then you are a lying fool. Got no real need to identify with any other than the devil and his Satan stick. Always in repair and high tallying to the tune of ignorance too toward earth-centric consistency. A regularus mood disparity amongst the locus of illegitimate sinners. At taught with the steal of the official broken plate diners. Without, the gone mayers just continue to place their jimmy the crow spinners and say I me mine you stupid farce of Witchhazel and blazing beginners. When the lie ties off it is at the betrayal of its persuasion. Not too many freakshow winners left to bring in papa his review of the wicked kempt treats.

No most of those people wound up kicking themselves in the head before they could get out of the way of the mess they were bringing. Eh? What’s that? No repulse for your thoroughfare. But I thought you were assuaged in your horrendous reprieve. Don’t tell me your back here for being such a complete pain in ass was all over again. Well the sickness of disease does enjoy the voluntary slave. Much booty to go to their bouts with chainsaws and watchers and in short order bring on the remove of the shrubbery. From its reminder, from its satiety, from its mien.

Labors Forward

Within the system of regularis and danse. There where the cold drawn width of a North wind tresses in gaits along the collar of an idle swept floor. The common names on fieldgrass make out a motley collection of jackstraws and the accompanying crossbound shadow of cloud cover in an ecocentric talisman of spinning story. Hot to cold. Top to bottom.

Insisting there must be some redemption in release. The quietude of half spent hours. Momentarily quivals with serendipity. An almost abstruse condition of fealty in the mirthful premonition of a taste for tailors and maids. The rye and sundry, the panate type of house mice. The lour of the native garb. An intrinsic plea for clemency under the ice tides of a skyward borne fantasy.

Fourth estate typecast sunny side project blues song. A viable couching of fears illigitimate. Emigre of heady distaffs and capitulation reasonable or not. The maven of all good seeking primates. She tends to garner her resorts from the flaxen and brogue mare. A light constraint consigned to parlor trap and jazz licks of the new second line. There in the gardens of the gentle lands. A noontime cresting of the diurnal cycle. Reminded by Sudland distances into night and its music. The roping of lightfall in the bracken shade of merry roving lamps.

Another day wakes ride. The dew sotty grass almost frosted with sitting wait on the new song. A furtive notion in the concerted vastness of stride. The leathernecking of canvases and green grasses with rice paper printable smittys’. The hanging of lyers at regards fending off the lumbering trespass of the red tape leer. A lie, a saught after despair. Being taught disheartened to fear knowing. An apprehensive state of parroted monkey witch. The ludicris trappings of the suicidal kudoos. Discordant a sound of making short step pitiance out of one’s brood.

Timeless really in that its victims are not taught when to die. Being instead and through subterfuge given to greed and envy after the fate of the foreshadowed beast. An innocent going down with the tide. A far cry from the consumate chaos of indulgent sinners. All gladly prizing the gluttony of doing away with the earthly estate. Being forced to go without resource or sustinence. Especially in the guise of those upholding her sphere’s very standards.

Our fair sovereign in the proper reckoning of the univer and the salty sea of that great reaching eternity. So many close knit watches of a superlative and highly Swiss disposition. The gab and gander of profligate feet. Not lost to the quarry of head games and being told to drown in so much incredulous cheddar. Again the trappings of a very vocal kind of bewitching. That damned way a horror makes laughter out of a stupid thing and such unwitting need for trust. Fit for nothing but the slavery of the lazy, feral, and ashamed.

A most certain kind of medicine wheel drunkenness. The narcissistic phenomenon to be exact. And my own ridiculous distinction at having found that I am over it. Life! Let it ring why don’t you. Let it always brave the passion of a well rounded commitment to its best revolutionary completion. Having the love and desire to care and care well for both its beginnings, being given a place and optimism for birth, as well as its endings, those things concerning fate and even karma if you will.

To me this speaks of the great work. The friendliness and compassion necessary to make good on being of service to others. Gracious to all. Of either high or low estate and rather relying on a God in heaven to gain that reward that one may objectify in the gleanings of ambition from the dreams and wishes for a better sense of familial and personal prosperity.

Serve the masses and believe that it is a God whom will bring us our just reward. For it is a many and varied thing that resides in the guise of a humane manner of being. Yes it is this thing simply to be known as passion that brings its light to those involved in the rounds of service when considering its upkeep. When honoring its pride. And in the light of its praises all for peoples and spirits, flora and fauna, water and stone.

To realize superceded in the contemporary dalliances of its hetero arts there conceives the wrest of the ages. A turning lemnescate of the eternal rosy snake of a weal and the caparisoning slakes of those idalyc exegesis straits. Coming to terms of origination and forbearing. No swat club for impromptu madness. No septic gloom for trespass to bar the ordinary its entry into our otherwise normal lives.

No this is a state of sovereign Earth and while our God remains in heaven so our loyalty to this sphere’s upkeep will continue to be judged and diagnosed and simply observed for that continuation of immortality they call a revolutionary cycle. And both regularity and knowing a good ride will sometimes feat the lands with heroics and bravadura’s lead toward honesty of love and compassion

But do not be given over to so much as idle want. For this want is no such impartiality in the sympathetic and thus staid manner in effects of a way we let on that what is essentially always in its first rite is a call to rest. To twist this around and make it out to plaint would be like saying “Well you know that old devil. What a shame he does not have more worshippers. Oh hell yeah! Yuck yuck😆.”

Familiar I

The light. The inexorable light. The ecstatic light. The candleweight ten thousand of a poetic slam. Muses entitled. All the prilly things getting the respect they so rightly deserve.

Roses. Innumerable roses. A wide throwing arc of a many varied idle for the gaiting of syncrons. The envoliable and the berthen. Have you heard of the elegant strength of the garden insect. Shouldering such loads as are befitting of no much sorrow. A glad but rather kind of tropical offering to the ecosphere, environment, and the holy ghost.

Within the 10,000 gathered around their guru. Where the mountains loft high with their sing. No such evil herald of mere shambles. The bridgers and gateherds making out gumption of acquittal for proofs and surprise guest for retreat of the following discourses. The penchant in the jack beam. It riots with flashes and rummage of troving capraisons. Baggage of an emotional Crewe. The training days of nine to five traffickers and last ditch doggone stray sailing brainstorming boo.

A slight tornado in the prognosticators kit. Casting lazy rounds in the temptation of genius; fro and too, forth and back. Avast the monikers and winemakers of intimacy make clamor about the buckshot kings. Their trump acres going down dressed to the carting nines and dropping some to the tune. Labored of a loosen. Anyone such just might expect to rightfully come down and have want to make out good share with either you or me.

Indefinitely an acquired taste for the mantle in the root. A backward driving of the mnemonic into the spiritual accesses of too many heads out upon the water. In a tree up on stressing caresses and having you got a light for my shmoke. Well to have a go by. Maybe the leatherweight gatha of Eli’s gin. The congealed topher’s grace verbatim inn of locus utopian commitment. Borne to chattering solace of cold draught jockeys making grade away within the deadhead and under the bus mentality.

A license to wake aimlessly high into the mounting diaspora of a knack knacky going on dread desert. The justice of delusion secreted away on ops raison and systematic succoring of a sooncome fealty for sleep. Even if that foment of the dreamy tests happens to come to one upon one’s own rather two feet.

No real chump really. More a fanatically indirect mother of all feckless swimmers. Rolling in the diatribe school, philosophically funky profundity nappies homme. Leverage and the Sunderland wild hominy cakes boughten for sustinence by glad treatise folly crawlers. Busy like comparative of squelch and boondoggle. Embrace of abrupt handle. Bandy as well too. Glyph in scripture homespun down holme pride.

A placard of reprieve. This one that one either which or haver he and thee of honorific glory. Into the reach and see building the house of our very Lord. Balls out the frenetic claspings of broached volitions and synthetic cellophane sleepers. Attorneys coming fore by day from dark. The gravitas of morning whelm me over in moral values. The 1st glam, the drawn society of clever running madness.

A merchant’s quick seat. A clipping Jenny in gastronomic forces of a calumnus huzaa. Blues of windowing kettle pots. The hostage sorry and shirty dress down capers of nokay recapture from hostage arms. Holding and gathering. Gliding and bearing the dippers bear out in telesales at our equippage and beg the genius your calm.

Well in knowing no more dole from the cathecumin pox. A stellar flagrant of the treaty make on get a long Moxie’s. Doxies with respite and dawning lightfold upon the tremulous sleepers. The abased and the communal. Peaches on flatbed trucks going through detours to now face the house of saving graces in the guise of there responding travel sure sports.

The wanton and the alack. The breath fire of an insipid flow. The masties say water bends all but the showery landfills and occasional spark of tinder. Little glad louses make blueberry jam. Tunable to the froward bandoleer. How many courageous sons and daughters fled that hostage of prattle. The guts and glory of a nation. Plum fool of the silent heady changing a list of deadline periods and rifts. Storage at the garage and the attic and the local house of three lock boxes near by where there lives anyone such as you.

Leave it high. Galvanizing couriers making out Northwest passages to the great release. Deign well the fragile fisheries of the pilts down plethora of puck, pugh, and pages of vellum turning. Candy at her best aye the eye for the winners and the beachfront launderers. Each of whom must return to the bye and the killing press of contentment. Glazy eyes in availing pristine birdies be drawn.

The restive, the trust, the know it all. This a following tide to lay back on quarry and say at last sign the desert of altruism. Let go a fancy for the psyche and judgment collar released, quieted, drafted away and brought nil to silence broad and soft gliding swan.

Synod’s Eve

Cattails and reeds. Goose feathers and down. The levee on the pool. The weather on the Storm. Northern climes, the bog, turns from without in looking from the wide to draughts upon the wind. This concertine of apathy has fish morns to look over the moon. A sundog howls with Western dreams. Venus breasty meads the listing tide. The ocean wall resounds with deluge and icy freeze.

There are the aeon and the mileu. In that now is awarded the heretofore matter commending pony ride swagger and truck for the unwary idle dismount. A Corniche inn makes out with the train of mediant pines. Jack fruit is firefly. The ochrest jiles pedía flip qicks and hires. A linger of bobs skills a pecker their buggy ride to muggy digit wood.

Olden hammer and the scenic flow. A quartz diadem makes out giving rave spirit to the rolling tomorrows’ wake. With every evil befitting a wrench monkey left and the precariously ajar lid of á rusticus cully bough in the nondescript portion of remaining foodstuffs out of a moldering tin can.

All that deposed quantumineous agra dab. The green overflows. The muskrat hidden in the skinny and daft daisies. Máx mudgeons idiom out testwater lea. The ganders’ there wicky upper arcane gladness. With a booter and a jug the grand bloom in dizzy tinctures passion.

Step awry in dime draw and scurry your mully pie 👣 over the footfall. Situado amores los piedalias quinton. Saphire goes mission down and plugs in his dress mop. She must be kept sabor.

The newest griller a lexithumb gets bitten buffet style for mass of laúd and dreams. The bonnie wait has no time for plodding drives of South darker houseknot to greet with her herded. No and guessed the content carters de mi hast a caster anders and plucks. The hissy bugaboo japes and monkeys. Mister skanse the limit ripens. The ousted camps a diurnal spleen.

Midnight holes up with dreams gone dawning light-press. The stamping absurdistic stagecraft goes off with doggers chips and spackled exegesis in the name of consequence. Left your morning to be wrested from the sleep of good olden pan. Mustered 🍞 in the garage and grunge of back room studio gloomers’ reprieve. A sunshine smile and the end to the repeat.

Between Stops

If the rancorred out of alms surfeiting quidditch bedlam were, all sudden and joyous, to say we do receive you. Your joy, your pain, your serious examples of precience in your charge. This is the calm repose of an expectant and much concerned citizen. The queries unto the publishing of pride at a time like this is persona non grata at best. There are inequivably straight and narrow passes to roll by but for the inner lambaste of the hilarious ‘five spot’ returned in the middle of a trafficking street.

Why do you appear so full of glee? What does Saturnalia and wassailing must have knitting the psalmody of Providence. Is error to do with going a souling up into the Winters for solistice. The other side of the Moon is cracked open by taxidermist duck waddle. There are schools of ‘Bluebird’ busses that make their way pre-dawn down the same passes as the Roman legions in the Mythraic gear. The souls of Osiris and his children make due on the Summer side.

The tropic of Cancer takes her bath in a wheelhouse. There comes as well the Sud of that once archipelagoic North tolerant transmigrary of nascent love, long under the chase of the quaint and contrapted. The Orient makes final assessment by consensus of the high borne heirarchied repasses going up a frustrate pitch at the sight of a yearling hopping at the door. The breezy fireless equine strength is almost undue the remittance to savagry by the Levant and it’s sequence of events.

This makes most certy the bough is not to go nameless. As at last there arrived the old man with penchant airs. This all culumnating upon the mileu like airborne rectitude and mourning of the esplanade. New days dawn right on up and out of that same get back and stamp enth degree. Same as the time on my travelers’ papers I got a long ride back to tinsel town and Hollywood LA. There’s a tree cutter got to miss his date. And the deserted confab hutch has a few cats’ prints to explain for itself.

With these few time honored figs and mints of my imagination may your calends end upright and your domain get you through the steps your taking in your life today. This is returning and this is awakening. May your songs upwell bright. If the child is a million strong give him the 4th estate for his bearing and moor. The thoughtpot and the ringback vicarious be with you. Live and Let it be lol The BuddyHollyWoodyGuthrie Sign fly bye to you and you and you.

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