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The North Wind Blows

Never to be of want in doubt. Ever to catch the colt at the dooryard facing. Looking in and looking on the morning and maurades of the scant fed emeritus. What the locale of a Leviathan might partake of in astrolabe by the meter of a schtick. Prevailing against the walkied and talkied upbraid upon the genus.

Drafting inducement in Rye and Sundry conceits. Confronted by the tu many glib gibber jabber confluencies in the write 📝 off of possessors and their illegitimate metes. Tasking cancers of torrential 😋 beats and suffering lost vagars. The onus of intransience. 2 bit for a night’s stay in the bank 🏦 note 🎵 treasury of an unkempt and yet inconspicuous grain heavy mill.

Tripsing and traipsing along in outlandish pathos depicting effect. Romantic 💏 and wagering the gull for the dream 💭 of ringing neck. A drawn flight and pawl. Thorough calling rafters jam on the guise of something further borne and no less savory. Good church ⛪️ and good people. What in the heaven’s above are we ever to take much notice of other than the beast is a foot and man 👨 is taking his own steps back.

If not for the very simplicity of what actually entails an honest and caring apology the writs of eulogy and ode would fall 🍂 out. Balderdash in divied prat and obfuscate bowlers come their feted crocks.

Diopered by the pastiche knot. The occasional break in terminal sport. A sought after breach of vocal longing. The curdle of culumny and vapid pair. A blood rite causality.

The ignored and bane are grouped out gross and testy of all such mien whom stand a feared. Only at the revelation of a lie. Rather yes 👍 putting the thing down and waiving the refutation of missiveness. There is not another scene in the assembly of figure. To do without would mean the Earth had no sky and the seabeds no river or rain ☔ to feed their graces by.

A high mount upon the clerical boards of a washer woman 👩 and her scrubby buddy boo 👻 sticks. Clatter and track, matter aback, the very clarity of a dream 💭 flies down hill to the mawwing attempt at a grave. For oneself, for ones lover.

Finally,,, in the curtailing of a possible unseen quarrel with madness. In the light of council and in the frame of good marks. No more limit of the means to assuage. Simply to bring the laughing 😆 chatterer his final closer in a black cup of patent tea 🍵.

The commission of model and form concise without explicative. The remainder, left to lumber like tribes of a heaven’s scent upon the birth of tomorrow. To represent, to crawl forward delighted and fully well borne. Committed to the priming of the eternal flame. The vast trust in bough and huddled leaf 🍀. Fini, in the ascendant and in one last need to reprove the daft steppy of her tall chorale. Good Lord, thy will be done.

The See Line

When looking out from my porch, my stoop, on mornings so early in the day it is still night. At such times as are in the frequent of acquaintanceship between merchant house and local patron crewe. At those moments of decision between personable affectations for the comings and goings of a cogent few. While the days grow long and the first slowly crawls below registrar of its inhibitions amidst the flow of prayerful laud. The clamour of snaps from a window seat on the knit of busy and brogue careering individuals of the kindly persuation.

It is in the method of proper housecleaning that the adversity of division amongst ranks goes flat toward the goal of the presser man or just the ‘Man’ in general. Whether or not he is in good standing with the accomplished seekers of the new trains. Is she out of the school towns and back down South on those streets allowing only the remittance of their own.

Or are they alway in conceit by grace. Alturistic by an aggressive front of salacious or soporific flumoxedness at having found oneself yet again out on a limb. At a want of falsified release and singing it like a fellow field of a cursed faux pa. Having spoken too much over the qualms of John Barleycorn and penitent old maids. All in. The cards read the closest cut to steven at the even that can be attested to under fair and clement tides.

Frank sincerity and pointing without the prejudice of fleeting agrandizement at thorough concetenation in the frugal purchase of hot dice being made. The last idle in a surmount of codgered indicative. The laughable rebuff in a corner for the lady with the shopping window dress on. Tall in her grinning wingspan and talented with the publishing removal of the foot from the shoe.

The petty kukes no longer trying for anything but to at least survive until the Sunday next when reality will check again. The real MacCoy and indeed make crux out of a sitch in the new repute of burden aye and cardio player. Dalliances aloft the tide and no longer being called recluse or hindered by labor in the the passing of a fix. In stead a sights on, and glam expurgated new, new, freight dweller at 1st night 🌃 out on the march with a new moon 🌑 to have a go by.

Certain choices have a means of thoroughly changing one’s manner, one’s perspective in looking on the day. Whether or not we can put forth those offerings consistent with the same means to abide the banners and blazes of the the kindled few. There, there. The pleasant exchange of both profligate and peddlar in the exempt and rather contritious volume of the weekly ad sheet. Given a few simple open windows for query and lofting the penant of high glory in the early evenings of this olde life.

Good luck, God Bless, don’t dabble in to much mischief and you’ll be no bickerer undue the curtail and end to curtesy in the top drawer responses of the corner scoreshop and time to pull. Lol

Amidst Aunties & Ems

Amidst the chalkdrawn caricatures of an advancing civics class syllabus and agenda there exists a moment for art. By the lay of the grounds under which all the weird old gold was laid and the rootin’ blud sagas and scalds were drawn down by the moon of an already settled age. As if there required of them their masques to encourage qualified air of tambour to the voices of retinue that is missing in the ticklish repôrt of mumming cant.

Oh how the quick is to absolve the quagmire is to reprove the quaranteen is to bring us back to want. That where we all, each, every last one of us looks out upon trekless coventry and speaks of a solid tune 🎵, sung out by canti kings and the damsels of their farriers. The second cousins twice removed. A dance of corners and slides and high pantomimes. That is a promenade’s turn and has to laugh 😄 joya out of its gills at the hatless domiciles caught about in frequent of the tip top shaping of the cabin in the hills, the lake of the woods, the mountain ⛰️ of the range.

Creatively anyone can address silence without a change. Credit can take to its own device. Condition is a confluency of erudite marraige. The brigs of seafarers drive contest to the stars in a nordic clime. The Hallows’ Ween mills in its carriage by the dream of baggaged ombudsman sailing the corridor beneath their riding feet, skipping stones like a pigeon cobbler with no money 💰 to lie.

You can catch a simple bus across the bridge and back down to the woman and her ricktodd sidhe. This casual inferent and that mordant truncation of the flesh. Purple flower power panache fretted back and curtailed in the spacious repose of a Jamboree sized campus C Note 🎵. All for the band to play on.

The beggars of a daunting crewe make out vicariously with the conjured reefer tails of an embedded vittle stretcher. He’s fro upon the glider side and agreeing. If they can sign their jape 🙏 monikered diatribes with enough charisma and chutzpa to make outright creature adepts in the leagues of both equivocation and dichotomy.

At least a garnered glib moment presents simply a theoretic parallel from this outre packet into generous tales schemed in historiography. Let on as it surmounts the want of release in mecca’s charts. With so many outlyers in the grand scheme of the tailored organum and witch sand.

Imparted consult of value in contribution to the flux of privation and drive. Unbounded secret stealth that dispatches the longest of feral paths. Cat a pawn bat upon lyric chances believing there refulgent lay gratis emblems fallen during maurades from past days.

Backwater contraptions of a similar futurity. The rising in the geis of the stalwart thespii. Concuring pathos through to the dawning glens of a passive nave and dew. Labored back from a mounted cropping out of the lowdown in a hillock on a berm. Where from colliding sanctums of secured knit brags’ futility and the blind sighted trips career into a list grade. No more seeking the clandestined or the tribunaly adroit.

If from out the hullabaloo and the mess there can be nascently assumed by both Mamma and her boy that trumpets in heaven will regard time fit by being. That behind the cogent arms of salamanders within Summer lawns there hokey rests the peaceful Sadie lakeside stacking lacy sandstones. Willingness for now will truly embrace the given culture in the dreaming. The dreaming for the figure and the foundling in the form.

Gladness in a jag about the pretty and keen. Makes me see too much in the sawboxes. Draws moral of abrubt requittal from a pose. Gives into the good woman in that she has her head about her and her charmers. Glad fowls in the light of disapation look about as friendly as a saving grace making way for the souplines distinct and besides themselves.

A clowny extant like magnetized beetlebugs, oppressed by time, but no less wise in the reading of the fodder. Provance and heriatic handles coalesce vocally and let stringent asides throw gambol upon the flora of the pattern king. A languid color guard responsive in gutteral and conscript unindation by the aye of local parlors running out of moves. Last ones fighting for remove into a tourney of jongulear troupes. The minstrel of the friendly palace street. A capon in the Rue of fishes, boons and pony rides to the tune 🎵 of a jig.

At last there is a bit of refutation. The gregarious nonsuch of loathed after passersby. It drops from the reins and turns to enliven the vine. Somewhere fecund in the champs to brave the flush bobs their ascendency into the immemorial powers and rue screes of the penchant hall. Let there pass fear no more as augured peach pies flow winning back into some realm of commission. Whereby the artists can make a living and the kitty cat children are accompanied to the big show of braggadoccios amongst Aunties and Ems. Thanks again and remember. There are always more yarns to unravel but not so many threads to truly pull. Right?

In Looking Over The Moon

I saw it on the outset some gaits beyond. Dawn had started its syncron. The pale rider went sound to the bottom of the sea. Days in the welcome fire of eternally shapes and shifting works. The pleasant augurs of a distant fleeting Concord.

The author of our play quills another soft for saving glimmer by the tree. The glad and drawn sequence of autonomous events which wager the asking for recount and glibber out upon the schema of plank and kernel transepted derivations going on drama. There discerns the youngest in the truck. Glancing fore and hooking a breast plate of an armory some 4 and a half feet tall.

The talkiest of them sees the forest and reaches out to plant trees. This synaptic way of being clever with the Linden and foreboding the peach. How to crawl back from city streets, up countrysome to a resigned distance between the force and the flag. Let both aggressors speak to the teacup. The fortunate sons of an unmitigated labor. The encouched badger and the enshrined dog, each must task its hazard for the mete of its trenchant bucks.

That will drive all the fruit trucks batty. Each grounded aeroplane in the rugged outward pack of circuits branding the lash.  A newish sang for the escapement of the impressionable. 12 praemonstrators on tours to the backyard hideouts and treated with Willow climbers only too well fit for slumbers of a long awaited Summer evening Sun.

To say and see simply at the variance of what is honest and yet still poetic. That the high point in a day, an event all goes regularly and to plan. If chances need be drawn well then they are laid down upon the gaming of boards. For a simple, a moment of earth in the mindfulness of love by wisdom, in the airs of Mother Nature speaking on the wit and river roll.

It is left for some kind of King to look out upon the guises of that further and prophetic heaven, all the while deep at sea, and thinking much in the consideration of children and loved ones. To say toward God, I know you will see me through this. I know my cares and affections will still bear fruit. I know my children will escape the fire and make it back to dry land.

My thanks is for the breathe of air in my lungs, the country beneath my feet and the Sun shining in my stars. Thank you Lord and dear God and to have your blessing received by all AMEN.

Bohemian Sympathies #1

This topic concerns me in so far as it does rudimentarily affect the trying of my spirit, the aching of my heart, the wellness of my soul, and the trust I put in those methods of accepting relationships both resciprosprous and needful of a sacrifice of my time. To know how to help through my personal means and efforts, regardless of what benefits I may draw, or how far forward my life may move in ways comforting to my person and community.

That I may simply improve the understanding and happiness of others. Those both dear to my person and also those down farther reaches of my soul and spirit enkind. To give help toward such folks as they might gleen through my knowledge and service in a work environment or rather more private arena such as teaching or through example of my own learned skill.

In considering matters as such as entertainment and really much closer those needs of children and the elderly and so thus to do that, concerning how lively or necessary those learned in affections and what effects might be to persons of their own needfully continued safety and satisfaction of existence, and simply to do that with a kind and sympathetic sense and sentiment constructive and withstanding.

To set out as a means of becoming that better assured of those cared for loved ones and their preparedness to take up such burdens of responsibility as well as acceptance of circumstances as they may be for the young and old so unassumingly given proper compliment and encouragement for deeds and new skills and released to as caretakers and people of service likewise themselves.

That given the respect and acknowledgement of accomplishment, day by day, as is appropriate in all situations and through the courtesy of a personal and simple means to retain understanding of self so be it in the familiar of both our liege and our Lord.

A Goodbye

This is a sort of a celestial apparatus of communucation.

When someone leaves your life, whether it is forever or just a short while, there is sometimes the hesitation to promise the wait of emotional reciprocity until safe returns. This will to fend for love’s devoted mind is succinct while it is also being. It is in fact being careful to remember for the warding off of all evil in any circumstance that could lead to further separation of those involved. It tends to look and listen for signs all the while making prayers and supplications unto the messenger Gods.

Creatures like carrier pigeons and the Roman God Mercury who can brave the estranged element and bring word from one to another of both good and glad tidings. There is also being in the willingness to continue nonstop the beneficient composition of wellness in a neutral agent, an angel, of the Heavenly sphere. One to whom petitions may be made for news of a cared for person’s state of existence in a given time or period.

Let’s say between two bosom buddies whom have these many years later only now felt it within their souls to illicit from upon the light and its train some means of gaining from such their combined sense of personal freedoms. It is simply by looking into the ether at the same time at some point and realizing through old connections and that past time of report that they are both are still human, in some ways alive and for the most part relatively sane.

As well, they are humbly possessing of good ideas about what that means. Thoughtful as to how, with memories invested, they are able to keep achieving the amnesty in its throes, the sanity, And are both knowledgible, considering that it could still slip somehow, or ever have its proof come forward as supplanting things of bearing as otherwise.

It is reminisced over. Bearing upon times when conversations were one and ideas could be subliminal and the function of a get together was beheld along lines anywhere from spiritual to relief from pecuniary nominalism to simply a means of lending one another a hand in a time of need or necessary gathered shouldered burdens and great movements in full blown exudus or simply across town.

Now some 20 years older and wiser, by a hair, I find that I am not so scared of losing people to the travels and unravels of a countrywide sense of wanderlust that I myself also feel. All except one certain woman friend and her young son. Those 2 people are very dear to me and I would follow them to the ends of the Earth. But without insult of person and compassion for all things ascertainable nonwithstanding I feel I could change my home to almost anywhere in the free world as long as danger is not to much a daily fear and these 2 loved ones can also stay good and safe.

And so what moves outward and beyond this small nuclear unit is for a time here fit for ideation and high regard. I miss the people I have known. Family, friends and those heroes and heroines throughout time and those still in a way present but separated by death. Those who have touched the National zeitgeist and have also shouldered the emotional burden of this fair, far and wise open freeman’s country.

It is a blessed way and people and things come and go. We will keep strong what bonds remain. We will regard the angelic beings there agency through to either the last mechanical or bittersweet end. And we shall keep those we chose to hold dear at our tables and under our roofs for the foreseeable future. God Bless and To Good Ends