Psychepomp Cycle

These are the stories of an aggressive and well defined circle of spiritual intentions. The feating and fleeting sentiments and sensibilities and sensations of an accompanying fugue. Both in figure and plane. The broach of amiacable contentment. That which lays out the pathos and ethos and ethics of cultivated and equitable models in the vastering depths of the sometimes lucid sometimes green field of repeal formed in moral play

What manner of being in the carbon sphere does the wrap turn to in the guise of the chant of the common laud in the prayerful days of a simple natural religion. Do not be anyone who would profane the inclination to bleary eyed take on a quick rise and to a Tee greet the morning with cheer and chuckle too.

These stories you see are like the inner fealt of a conjure bag 💼 full of tied up tricks. I do not truly know if a single 100 mile patch of ground still exists whereby culturation of the frim and fram are not of the righteously drawn consensus of crafts and folk.

Steady persons can of their own volition and in the advent of other synergies at last exit from the roadhouse into the leadened darkness of another country by the fielded hand ✋ and foot 👣 barrows. But lead us down no longer into the ranks with any such culumny of effects that would speak ill of the given discourses and featured parlance that may as well accompany this choice supplication of words, even through the rhetorically enthused burn off of hunting grounds and only just begun with the cavorting after a simple spore.

There in those sanctums and sanctuaries of the terrible wild fleece, where every good savage has their digs about level with Walden’s American Grot or the NW Passage home 🏠 of fish 🐟 oil and eskimos. The long running 🏃 weathers and those landed massies indentured to the willing turn of the chutzpa and the grandiose schtick.

To remember what is my own way rather than what is a given to those suspect whom might be filtched and lied to that there can be no way that their’s could have actually survived for the sake of there being all the many and plenty. Not without the blessing as well on those whom are to be in the proper remembered as upright and also quite propiteous otherlings in the citizenry and charge.

Faith does not turn bad or sour. It can die and it does regularly as many times as a country can count its generations. Knowing that that sideways figure eight repents and suffers and goes to the town graveyard and is always followed by yet another trip to a morning hospital. And it should be known that you conceive that immortality is anything more than the revolutions of a respectful soul.

Known that without these revolutions in the selfsame soul the resulting body of effects would enmasse with its other more squimish consorts and be caught up in a rebuff of full on cancer. Believe it. Those lies were always told to children and the embarrassment and fear of speaking on those things as if they wrote the bane of the parental existence. Well then this country would look much as it does today.

Before complaint resides anymore here than the horrific embarrassment of flesh camping out in the desert to the renig of its heralds, the moronicism of its diets, and the futile watchers of its ornate and emblematic despotism towards proper 16 church cast of strains.

Does not pass go. Must get back to the Earth and make good on the trust of experience those involved can properly call living. If there are any stories that Man 👨 and his Son can tell in the frightened prat fallen lands of a few too many nosey heels, a few too many fallen stars, a few too many wealthy polititians. Well then give that to the reign of the knack. And don’t just write 📝 them down. No these deserve to be told aloud before the astounded and the audacious. Given to the common vernacular and emboldened with the saga of the scald and the tale of the bard.

Graciously and without remorse in the naming of those things causual and in definitely resorting to the manner of entities that would narrow a field considerably. If the worst of experiences is what precludes there being any given need to enliven those experiences honestly. If some few pleasant crescendos of a recognition. A lucigious taste for feeling of sentience can be raised up without need to alter.

If the pattering of feet and the brush of a tale wag so early in the morning you wish the Sun would at least rise. This and allow you to realize that yes 👍 indeed there are heavens during the daylight in the direction of the stars. That without need or will to make it out to descry that there are still them that are drawing maliciously quick and unfortunately many will see that that unkind of dream 💭 will probably sweep away the country before it gets around to the tide.

If the covenant of those things we know to be holy is to remain steadfast in the bounty of our Sovereign Mother Earth. Then there is this storying of the psychefancy in the illimitable planning and gauges of rational endeavour. Sample this. The stories are many. They are not all remembered of mind and there are others who know them as well.

Let the new season proceed and let the balance in the goodness of Earth remember them(the stories) as each they are our own. And that that it is well to both know and fear, overwhelm and forget. Rise and fall 🍂. Inhale and exhale. Blink and look ’round the yon.

Doodaw

Contributing to the reliqueys in the stream. Confluency in a matter of comparing the likes and discord in a given set of tables. Then again to reach for the composite stamp of meaning in the homogenous usage of both template and syncron.

To realize the commitment of time and physical effort in taking stock of the many experiences of having lived up to a code of ethics. To let this turn heads and catch queues. If from peace to high fives only to reveal that this same locus of virtual movements and their reciprochal entreats was and remains a testament to the repaste of another gooden long day.

Knowing more in revering it, the cultural dalliances of youth and dreamy escapes. To have had the rite manner of reckoning in attending to the natural course of events. Those manners of ennui respectful of characteric persons.

Such whom in their environment have played out their hands to a roll of the dice like shadowed tailors of a tiger’s coat. The prophetic and the propiteous. Concerns both of which make good on the general allay of surfiets and suffering. The good old Summertime to behold the full of a Sunny day Sunshine clemency.

To forgive what may have one looking over a given tropic of peculiars and to react not without pensive want of denoument. God given energies are rather better attested to in the living. Times when one is best given to the goodness of thus taking on the experience. A management of living, day or night, through a strong compunction and investment of image.

Unconditionally whereby one or any other amoungst us may go about that sense of viability under the pathos of a self realized individual. Constitutionally sound. Communicably decent. And righteously in tune with the weathering of contentments born actionable. No mere transposition of environs but those also animate in living Earth.

Cakewalk Into Town

When I am asked whether or not I would give it a whirl. If I am willing to see it all turn the way around. If I wish to go for a ride or even at best when asked if I would simply like to get lucky. Well then all to often I either put my foot in my mouth or I wind up attempting to dig my own grave. And if I do so happen to survive withal and whetherwhicheven if a bit. It is by the skin of my teeth and by the seat of my pants.

What breakneck pace, what surreal reel, what inclination to perceive that the rather well known means to get up there with the crow and bang the drum of emancipation is a skit-like and apprehensive means of setting back the derigors. A quaint psalter of the dipstyche and baited moot. Within the merited condition of respectus. A glimmer from the sidereal campus of the adept consanguaine.

By the time my switzer gets washed of its fleecies. When the olde lady says chillin’s is at even by the werted cloe and malarky drempt of steadfast steam. In the baring of hearts. In an unindation of storm. Who now trades in the weather fly a vane of the contented brave of wishes. The young in their wise. Somebody’s day longing idalyc friend.

As I see it the best ingredient in a good recipe must acquaint the work ethic with the memory of sustinance behind a curly red bow. If she is to continue in the regard for the fleet footed horseplay of dinosaurs then the same digest should be of no less an easement into conscious toils of starpup and reinder dog.

While the hours wreck less anymore than they used. There is still the gladfreaks and goodfellows of the patronage and ship for the new song in the way of the commons. The peacetide of the righteous sound clave horn. As the gridlock of deepwoods fat is left in the breathy den of the warrior numer of a bear.

When deep sea locks on honeypots frugally embark toward that furthest shore. As if there were only the turning of an heartbeat upon the ocean. From the upward gaze at the sun ‘neath the calm and sufficient home of the prognostics and precarious similes of the latest let it all hang out bearers of the local accumulation of tropes.

An entity of the Cultus persuasion. The Hokum and the pleasant. The fraught no longer and neither disparaged. Into the depth of field fit for release and quintessentially bound for higher ground.

What amounts to the cascading foreplay of falling light. Upon the grass, upon the trees, into most any nook and cranny that could exist prayerfully and also mindful of the entertainment crawling with the board. That sometimes we are less well in looking to close at an image of relation when there seems to exhibit the foundling response to stimulus as it quenches both repose and thirst.

There must come to pass as well the exuberance to take on an urgency of consequence to fare the call to repasse. In later days upon further stategems of the conscious meld of a flourishing setti of the galavant crewe. The meagre knows moor. What have you! But the question as to how there be by the memory of recall some guise of frequents into the Astra, the almond, and the palmade.

The gregarious walk and the infidel squawks. The few that remind to see the recourse are the burden of a cradled dew. Advance and come afore the bee anglers back from their remove. So to choose to let be at their peace what school the constitutional menanders of a revolutionary queue.

Ride out singing of the Imago and the mundi. The great remembered jaugernaut flummoxing it’s weal. Jingly jangly nervousa ricktodd through the paseos of a forested canopy floor. The wild and rambunctious rag a tag systems of the quartered and the fancy free. Out and about in the jack of all trades consistency of a driver path tread on.

To reach without wrechedness. Both the elaborate and the sinclair. A ropes and pulley means to make hoisted foisted seas of the last cannery in the row. To appease, to endure of the turning of hellish gate and evicera. To stake no more claim to the destined number of outstanding fete.

Church due where there occur the intranscience of simpletons seeking rhyme. To say yes to the landlubber and the seafaring and bridge the gap out avast between what lies hither, or thither and even fur and yon.

The last balast to make out for throw and guide. Entreating a lofty sarcasm up into the clowering fledge of the sacrosanct denizens. Conferring in their idles of the presumed after spinners’ cup for fits. Across the bow and maxing out upon the barometer. Clemency of all but the most fleeting of acrid bane wastrel bale and face and menagerie.

No more recalcitrant hammers of the gamey witch to have make glowwer or scole. Seize what momentum have you to accomplish in order to make right your path and escape the flagrant apostates in the aura and scene of a towbar and a driven casement of nails. Surfieted Interlopers of nothing doing.

Rusted now and begging the question over whether or not the day had its acclaim. The night will have it’s treetop. The next dawn will come with an air. The story, the song, the dance will settle and score and soon enough find its rest concurrent in the pottage of miller and truck. Swaggers and Sterno cans. Satisfaction and bliss

The Corn & The Vine

Rationing of reasonable foodstuffs has alway been a cooperative effort of the highest endeavor. At least in my opinion. And as that is so thus and even more so what is the reward of having chosen to let the Earth flourish and flourish abundantly.

In order to better affirm the writs of my langours into what betides a fitting parlance and rhetorically speaking to do that up in the conquest of those things I may allay one with another in some hopefully good sense of simple resiprosperus action. The holding of coats aside any who do not aspire to reeve at the commonweal with the matters of feeding a nation.

The many hungry from the seclusion of spirits and seeking the comfort of a daily prayer. In so many ways does this eventually lead you back to the simple need for one’s stover and draughts.

By the merry tide of expectancy. In the gladsome raring of memory with the potential to expand the witness of selfhood unto the realm of all the many possibilities for compunction in the masting of cates. Rite assuaging the guttural truncation of a time to refresh. Acquaintance with this paradisical continence and the accountability of breadwinner does not leave one alone for the reach of faith that is steadfast in the actual belief in what assists us to exist lifelong from birth onward.

Should we by the time of responsibly and satisfactorily safewise and manifesting maturity of aptitude. Larder enough to turn with and discern merit or otherwise bear in the functional indemnity of terce branded cross or incrementally the moniker of tenderness and viability with gumption and cheer.

To see is prayer for guidance in order to mature to the point where one may be responsibly sensible. The extent of the adventure that we take in grasping our becoming is neither to be set aside in the way of good company nor what sanctimony there is in a familiar table or the head and nut of interspersed manners of assembling our needful store.

To greet peril with props for the drama that fate is in our core and what grounds we have for enculturation of those same endemnified characterizations is no real trepidation but a put on. Give up the caveat to the gerrymanderers of later days. Nothing to say 💭 is a pessimistic way of airing that moot is the worst and most egregious feeling of being a lack in a world 🌎 of untried respites.

Recipes for reminiscence amongst the mingling days of a well drawn interlude. At such a juncture in the day and its diet we should guide the foal and the pup to remit and acquire the gnosis of a fitting condition for continuining on with good relations succinct in the convivial art. At while the wanton or bereft may hale other shores. Not to tell the dam to break before the Lord. As well the faith in a happy grave supercedes its soporofic need for contest.

To eat and to eat well. By God Thank you Lord

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?