White of sky blooming—
Little clouds from heaven fall,
Snow geese land on lake.

I came to the pavilion of the big cats
And in the center was a palace ruin,
The walls were stone and feeble mortar,
The great, golden monarch was the lion.

With wisdom eyes, he gazed upon me,
I lowered my head as was my station,
He did not move, nor deign to care,
In His royal chamber I was under thrown.

I thought, you are caught my over lord,
But his stance said, these bars are scepter
And I heard him say with a long lost roar,
'Hear my horn, I am he, the storm of Jericho.'

In the palace of the mighty, indifferent, king
His thundering voice crackled the lambing
Stables and even heaven closed under ceiling
Dome and I was caged when the walls fell away
And the whole, blown world, remade, a zoo.

Haply Possessed, bid that Barker to be
To kneel, First Great Angel, on your Concern
That this ***** Remark puts his place in me
Though eminent are his Vices to burn
I only meant well. Yet if you refuse
And take Perception an Offender's Tongue
I will Understand. A Friend's own Review
Pores deeply into my own Healing's stung
Bid you well. That your Patient Silence take
Knowing which Words must limit by Degree
A Gentleman I should; Knead the Flour bake
For Wood-Scented Bread I eat, if you please.
He has a Good Shape, the Nosed Model still
For your Just Sake, my Embers I distill.

With both the Roman and Arabic type
Script brilliant Words and Laurels with a Pen
Peg both Venus and Adonis combine
Breed Swan-Filled Flexes most Dames recommend
Now who came first in our Line's tangent start
For one to Give and the other Receive
But that Line - severed - most on Former's part
Soiled the Latter's Letter on his percieve
With even the Girls, numerous they spawn
Their Silver Trays kicked for each Respect served
Pre-Consider, take Darkness from the Dawn
Would somehow bend the Glass straight from the curved.
This Scribe is tired. Even with Sentinels
Voice the Fair Things. Even by decibels.

Enduring Heart, bid his Cornerstone's Love
Whose Sole Decanter seeps too much Aplomb:
That Doctors and Reasons free that Ripe Dove;
That Prayers and Poems ache Answers a-new;
That Best Decrees part ways for Millions served;
That Kindred Strings knot Corsettes for his adjust;
That (Folly-Wheels) back-tate for Stones conserved;
That Mum's Potions drink to refresh his Bust;
That Selfish Managers wound his Tunes break;
That Prime Economy funds his Flesh request;
That Primmed Choices spell Finesse in his Make;
That Pampered Soldiers spear those Bugs to rest.
Reasoning Mind, bid his Thunderstone's Tame
Whose Blunt Recorder struck Ashes again.

HEY YO! Buck this Point and Coolie-Toned Swag
Despite the Jew's Hands were you born and raised
That Point be proofed where Rage indeed a Fad
As any Male Sapling begs to be Praised
Which is fine, common, and much into Tune
That in you split-cells for a Difference
Still - shoulder-up - cool Blessings into Boon
That Loving Charm - SPEAK! Your Verse in Essense
Yet, donned and bound by this Measuring Tape
Etched in Base Values which marked your Define
Was a Seedling to Grow; Then check your nape
To relieve most Life's Agues by your consign.
Such was you then. Now Best in Fashion's wear
Speak the word SUAVE. From Innocence you tear.

This Skeleton knived me a Painful Score
Yet poked my Penances cry out deny
Longing to tape those Cankered Wounds formore
In Prayer breathe out another Saint's sigh
My Founding Friends, heirs to my Salvation
One whose Resources I facelessly extract
The Other - blend Virtue - shook Obsession
Wasted my Traits from Loyalty and Tact
So then, wailing softly, my Bleeding Throat
Ask your Lord's Mercy to concile me then
As a Year and a Bone suffice your Gloat
And demote me less than those Honoured Men.
There is one Birth hence; And a Rebirth haste
To Breathe once more; And leave my Shell to paste.

There is more to that Noble Glass, my Son
More than which your given Condiments look
To comb your Grass; Handsome as it becomes
Breathes Great Sentiment for such Verse it took
And make it so, beyond your harlemed day
As Choco-Milked Skin indeed a Good Thing
Just sprinkle yourself in your own Cool Way
Then you will notice how loud be your Grin
That indeed, a Smile: An Act which quells Wars
Which many Heroes soon reward for you;
Extend your Spirit which will soak the Stars
Who'll sing for your Confidence good and true.
Not just Parents Proud, but your Friends as well
Pray for many Girls your Young Earth will sell.

This Time. Now. Where the Monuments will speak
The Prince of the North cheers the Dame on her Guild
That at last would their worth-bound Souls will keep
Fifty-Starred Trials wipe this Cankerous Field
Happy beseech, clime this Eloquent News
Her Skill with Striped Sorority will merge
Towards append - prim Victory ensue
Then their braised party for Red Cups will splurge
For now. The Board. Make focus on her Craft
Point the Latin Consulate with reprieve
Evermore. Support. Bless this penchant Draft
Pawn bets by Prayers; As what you believe.
So the Dove perches. Its beak drops a Pence
Which slots your Alarm; Then improves you hence.

Don't kiss me on the lips
and no kissing with your eyes
for sweet thing
you know you make my brain sing

Don't smile at me like that
just so, with little wrinkle's around your eyes
for sweet thing
you know you will do my brain in.

Nuts falling as psalms,
From storied arms of Hazel tree,
  .  .  .  Blue jays turning leaves.