Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil
Amen
Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!
Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!
Water In The Distance
Far to winning floes The living have a dream And here this night we ran And saw stupor in its frame The chance of our affair To yesterday the whole of place in pond And distance from our rest In time forgive and known unto Place to be far and shore And occupant of still These duly soldiers walk in pain But willing on in peace and at this year We bless and blame the star of our accord Might and force to these seams we are at head Made to strife and current stop reune The place at night is war,- at staccato effect we earn and seasontide our press- who stand for shoals and making some unblame The showstop in her way as clock to distance on the march,- and to get wet this morning at the chill we know of Heaven And in our last benediction came ruin And vices then and for the distance Ruin and ruin of dengue with the specious drop of turns in blood And as it was November,- we stayed and wept at war and for the wretched Seeding home and curve to know our end of nights This year of us in mourning to our sons and crystal babes- denied as children in our grasp to light the dawn and let us rise The hearts unbeared to see This happenstance of then And when we walk to her, this spring of chance We’ll walk away the water until it burns,- and we will pass like many River making never and proud at touch of presence God in Heaven, refill this aquifer in Jesus Christ,- and let us borrow one more crutch- Waiting for the crops til Winter void and beings hush so far among your grace Favours for unto to let all things be relief and knowing pain together,- wonder war and good pursuit to sell us rain Thoughts of Heaven and before This God of Water aching to our being Tide to never rising But at once a soul as this- greatest storm from Holy strength And I object to Never as that flight at one that tried to burn us all- and rather Sun to our better day This tiny ditch, Apostles’ Creek And we’ll imbibe forever to the distance, hanging near And empty hands will falter Jettison this funeral, Distance May Our need for free esteem and to that well, our new obsession- One hundred percent and to our laws this tiny poem for best ahead- and neighbours feeling fine And all who dressed to Bethlehem We have spoken to the dark and sky of rain Our path will show the ruin for God to see And all our prayers renew- Our victim souls.
HIV
Into the scrape of death,- I sorted things to see And what went into, hiding This understudy and moral ratchet The year of pestilence untidy And who and wonder and her The day of prayer in socket And life as sober, ending well The sky pressed into my hand And heart and please The shoal of weapons, sky Inpostuous ruin and little things Like a day without her to remind In bearing Bread and life beautiful- as much as a husband provides And in this day for reasoning and sense,- I pocketed two of Rome For in there lives a body within To the beautiful and greatest I know And sunset no, for her problem And this difficult repeat for its place Tectonic to nine and moral bits to be home There was nothing left but surrender And to this day of Andrew and knowing where- But what of my esteem am I friending To seasons betold and maybe betrayed I was poor or maybe then not For four duly nights distracted I wished imperil for all for two seconds And knowing the whole of us to muster in truth The days of abandon are done.
Mangrove
To the forest I saw the deep Afraid at Kingdom night These special hearts would glow Fifteen years and sparkle gem Afraid to know Time’s repeating right The missing in St. Pattern to call mine Dust in gravity And what a cube is for Water lively says Come in A hold for just a minute Time away from keeps in our bateau Somebody has seen us Our right and left to dip Hands sliding and our go To beautiful and best The years of now forever The current, every star Dip in remand and shaking,- With purpose, we hide our breath These trees across to line the East In musted deep We sobbed at wild grasses And nurtured within our best Days of in this wall and fitting gently Under the forest Fire as our light But at sleep and so due The timeless match, our Water And I met, anew A simple and organic- Fed to the original- Our guess Beknighting future This our way of war To us lay henge And putting back for Heaven The road and only Communion in our hand And facing West,- we know Philosophy is lost And we will fly Dates of year and one Christmas and alone But see the Earth and why Crescent cherished Moon Spike our glow and let us in Purchased all corrections And silent to God Made for giving This chapter of You, Father Giving us back our time- and water of life Made for shepherd-breathing Finding forever Christ in our path And way to make His room A mangrove flow- free and hope to all men And to yours.
A double-standard to fury Portuguese alone with smile Citizens in days of a million This kurt and social will And he’s the liar and not the last A praying Jin Wanted out And these two inner dance For policy a blip and first Can’t stand for peace- in that man’s car,- a feeling And the column line of her A misery in that A total cancer on anyone then,- Spaces of they are And all this pomp Shall Earth allow this stuff- to happen to them And again we’ll sign the lease Men will erupt to democracy And Holland sees a way The future for this ambulance And called a country- finding hell Judging at the rodeo And the moment one is other And in an instant, double-earthquake This evening is unwell Flags on hand to show support For sins regret to keep And coal alive to each his gen The mystery is not lost For days and that The line of web With tort of jaw And distance to the tow And make this loud There will be peace in Alberta And on the day of purpose to us all Sitting eyes to wonder Is it them or news and distant shore The policy of truth Captain Wise and whereabouts Silencing Rome at rite And to this pay of Texas Fortune replied to him That this and that is they And where it isn’t reune- We’ll fight for reality And justice to our year And nights renew For this fortune in our time Close to Darwin and resist The time of burden is our oar And lazy cover Then of day The truth in them to see Rapture us all, our King in Heaven And they have war with the Saudis So whereabout in war The shock of this whole country Watching photos to the door Of raiding space to visit They unto and sit with mercy Because of tort remain And the other and the two are same Burning by the altar Never then to be Men of true rapport To those at peace and willing Story, love, peace- is not them And saints to say so- who wonder at our goal- and where we are- in China.
In noted pair to this addition A flurry for our rise And first in flight The venerous heart in adulation For life and days To give us clear and Rome We sacrificed it all But there between Mercy for our skies And praying Seoul Will market for the day And this as many Better known to see The wild redemption- of seamless Earth Will fill our days to never Yet hanging land The Victory of our stripe As best recover The tidal disabandon With mercury deliver This height in mercy And playing with our wild To work without- refraction then The Earth will be a dollar But sudden wind In carrying orchard far The splice to reason for Carrying the wave- of molten thin and water And ever for The silent more A place for time and then Applianced up for scale And then the Sun In highest glory, Earth.
Kim
A place of the known And two years- less the beautiful An Eastern lectern With one vision to the moat And one World One destination To sigh at the visit of dawn And hearing the news That Asia is in debt But surely not- the Kims Who maimed this country Without saying sorry Choosing you- In time, to children- And you will know They woke up at ten In Summer Pyongyang For mercury down And the sorely Chinese neighbour Institution of the damned A wall is waiting- in whose value net But making arrondisements Simple share for West Nova.
This army is new And spectacular to the current And was a site of the very success That hanged the CIA- for Dublin But as war’s promise The mystery of English And this French-Canadian Americanism Which extolled all virtue To put an end to this man- Kim nam Afference of God And destined to destiny To destroy the deceased Even rain- That made us richer- Is getting a new look In captive trash To resume beheading for the largemouth In China’s biggest clothes workshop Sending to Iron Bay And worth a second look The CIA-China empathy unclothed And psychic baloney for the paranormal Intelligent money For actions against democracy Again and again Especially on Election Day Elizabeth May knows And so does everyone in distress Who saw life design of different Before the TikTok scare Before Sinicization and the year But unbefore- And poor now Tiananmen Square.
For the secret way of making news Then ratcheting dawn One bullet to the face In the China of Beijing Ruining everything but reality In Xinjiang- Maybe a camera or two In spite of saying something And Xi is unafraid And refuses to smile Every day Except in the eighties When Pyongyang shuffled.
In third esteem, I watched for the return of wilderness A few short years And gone But war was not- I repeat- is not Worse than North Korea jail And in all of the foes Like the London caress And the harvesting of men- There are heroes And it is time To right the sore story Of making a deal For Kim Jong Un And privacy rights- for else.
Supercrastic, while I Braille at noon And am still terrified Of Lions and Tigers and China Where forces cannot And seemed can’t To let everyone vote As informed people prefer.
Kim is afraid And has land here Searing days behind a terror cloud Where Spain would not go- And in error as May The suffering of sufferings Pyongyang is only dawn But seems afraid of Canada And secretly knows the amount- A wreckage for the Times Who escaped what we are- Which is Canadian Where tragedy is for viewing To the maximum of spirit And mean men may go- As I have- To bonnet well And be rid of rhyme And the aftermath of distray While hunting Linux and the affair And working on a star Made of Apple [Computer] Who did not censor me Despite what could In such this time And I am not- from Prison Planet.
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I used to be the Soviet,- and I, Vladimir Putin,- chose to pull the trigger To make copy and remain I ran the lawless institute There were never rations to the poor Or us to them Entrusted, used We broke away from freedom And knee-jerks to her scar,- I stayed between the heavens And solvent tide My friend is my enemy For dissolutions and powerful associates,- we read the stunning news And guilted up early Without prose or play,- we were what we were looking for Isn’t it time to make a citizen’s arrest The double of inaction hated you And this in time- I was caught between the government and a hard lens Promises to power,- We had licentious Rome And fear of containment- within our system But I ran the country, first and last Tonight I am your home and budget Everything for war and parking men Absconded to Iran with fate I sit in a parked car,- and I can hear my mission’s debt Forty years of Ron assumption And I dissipated war Soviet salute The days of up and when are spies Victory in New York We’ll settle in rain.
Do you love me, Charlottetown? In utterance receipt The doors and paths November A Scion to the near And subtle hearts December For the weary in the World I am ceding darkness To clarity on my path And forded towns of wisdom To find the common whale And in her, Earth In high regard to tale And Scotsman blow intercept The praise into her path And we can swim The wild proportions would And in her part, the year And exiting to North And in that land, a silence Appraising dew And fifty moths of ward This electric conversation I fed the word and how you feel But other distance And to the best we keep, November Forest yew and red The socks anticipate her day And justice near For hell and rain And ten cords lumber- from the street and hill The worst was dying And tendered for the Ford Rightly reset to then And seeking Paris’ mouth An ease in curse If not for this and arrow’s land Behest they are And into promised depth A mercy hour And promise to the end That we are neither power nor war- But mercy and truth to pathways then A sin of war would do no good- but justice all To repeat solemn vision Spades of wine and ginger now The prophecy Jacinta’s In errancy a void And alcohol to all In promised ruin Of a hill called repentance To the places of esteem And cadding where The Austria in act And one reprise- of early to the day And shots in Rome Appealed to Heaven’s Earth In Pettigrew a stop To feeding Irving hand And war like this to tender As a victim has its rights And therefore whim- And war for threefore The silent end of freemasonry And mystery project That all the world is lucifer And pestle waiting For marjoram and cure The Justice will And will heal her rights For Blaine in court And no abandon queue The rightful judge- will quarantine the zero And a hint of war will suffer- Irving wrath and year But as to men decipher For the dying in the world And honest men advice Seek to them at ninety one And arks’ descend The bitter robe But there will be a witness- timeless giver of the sight For burden first To end the nuclear world In tiny winds to Eden Sun this way And range in court The ‘blitterance in case And iron mad It’s Ron who saw with her- The days ahead and known And holding up the rain For never more but void In seeking season The bittery gone November And life will be with chance A stocked up world And lightning sad And end forgivings A history at average And calling Seton The jets we saw In night escape them low A promised paradise For all who ven and while The awful truth of Dan In other stakes and counting Burn the hell to Irving And justice Rose To high Bombay And court of Ron To Lachlan here And nights unfit to enter This we won in pallor And debts to feel That railway to December Verdant press return This is ceaseless war intern And Rose will see the gold In silent hue and end For peace to Canada And Luther gone- but none in waiting The travesty of few For moral more and take And take what is left The error of the wood At Sunny Ways And making them More worry occupy To folds of greed intent The Sun is gift and say We pocket twerry then The peace at hand is Christ And courage you who know That nights beyond the seance Are Victory prepare And seething men- will know no art but times of sin In living memory to the courts And off to know We seek the able and the brief Anne Sydney be aware The shores of spin and ark resist Everyone will find you at this cost And one will marry Cloud The nights forlorn And seeking diamonds then A small regret In times about Oil is done- in solemn must And life will be as such Decurrent autarchy alone- is Irving Oil and its bare At high reune the lucifer of chains To that which grew in peaceful sin Forever friend to us, each fern And justice to that day We live in pain- to occupy as this and vale worry That life will be at her At Cross and forest rite And I alight, as Jeff- will speak to know if enemy prevail Will Winter straw And hem And fold And History, our gold.
Razorbell of The United
On Wednesday, it broke the war Lorries were few And in this time to be a hundred In Digdeguash was a strange happening There was afterthought for sure,- then came Republican hell And we were the last to be excited But that day exact,- and the President won Rights to reality And truth for A White Knight daily We had options and Austria- to make it forever This endless work for a country And the days were few and solemn In as sunny as redeem,- we waited as we walked And Hister for the nights- of Ochterlony Rays and lights to the terrace A different war and high society There was disbarren at right And one was a story for every soldier That witch who put my car on stilts And the dollar that slid to options I had the right to get out of here,- but there was no time And nothing, so said the butler And writing someone in the shield What was excessively boring,- for a friend And for the second reason,- I supposed we were sad and needed adjusting And out this door for time It was Union first,- and conversation with the city- which was pulsing rain at night Little bits of comfort- to buy, but that was a scramble This perfect time of year was our dowry And cheap men knew In Kananaskis was frailty The freedom of men to aspire But we were under attack- From the hands and their leaf A silent wisdom but a warning They were praying for the enemy, Which wasn’t you And in it the same Spikes and taps were treason And we would just avoid The second alarm at noon And I supposed nothing but to believe- That the radio was few And playing nothing but Zintar And choral music to soften- These days were The Sign, and I heard a big bang And it was oceanic And all that rain coming right by the equator And we had won the nuclear And we were combative But enemies were the suggestion- and not the story Everybody laughed at the system Which was right at first- but unsupposed We were wrongly suggested to- and kept markets from killing There was no giving Heaven- but to the stars And the radio that day- Was blight for UNIFOR And the undefined payments And their power And was Andrew And I was familiar with the communists How one company can be scary And we pressed pause in the lando And decided where we were buried And Christ had kept us alive,- til mid of June And at six in the afternoon We died because of disease And matters apparent-, to the unhigh And so goes the universe Created by God Winter of destiny Til death And reprimand And in my greatest assumption People had no plans Until they were spoken to And that was war And it made amends In this promised land.
Dedicated to Oprah Winfrey.