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!
The apiary be Scottish run to mute Late December this hugger And seeing simply rise What time in Hearst for Will Enough of oak And seeming simpler For five octet and lane And pasture by the law Economy forever- and nines to the Moon Giving ray to God And night shall let us be- the end of war.
Sudden And Unusual (Fire Me)
For the time this week And known purchases to comply Based on a long trip It was Eesti and Reunion But to Marshall the pretend And signs of rupture to Maghreb We were the universe And the dollar bill and its army And the anguish of a hundred And of an angel And a country To see the solemn survive To review And to take rest In timely we view The place in need of secure To feel and not pretend That enemies lay unprotected So surely to invoke The night of one regret Sitting and careful then On the twentieth we have war And made amends- to the grief of an aging course The repetition in union And solely reported by men And to the new unlabour speaks might There was something of May about Nothing says to the incline Of a past to restruggle the evident To the Eastern laity of war Thoughts for the tide and umber sea The days to King and Commonwealth We stayed upon the open sea And to retract all returning The West at due May course To front every place but our prism And sailing to the better of men Portions inland The legacy of war And returning our inland sea To the abode of a distant and weary men This water to the knees and on time In Justice, youth re-une In highly react-to at war And the sympathy of maiming still What is war and whatever is LCD To discourage the damage And to be fine with the greatest of men We will not live underground And we will have Victory at last.
To the Blessed Virgin Mary, our Patron and Saint at war.
And in the time of supposition We were weary for a few The working wheel And signs to ransom A day of pages like before A prayer for peace For feeding first to Beckham The litmus of a daygood And in this column,- thirty voids An Ark of the Covenant For Geert Wilders to atone And in this dying hour The lights refused to dim For the Good Lord And letting last to fieldsright Preternaturally decayed But all the wooden collections And the sturdy ones denote A place for Earthen Heaven And in it to avoid As the days are made for good And in this verse were lines Of the uncontaminated view That God is good to land And great to better seas And in a line of Crosses Perchance to see Saint Peter Adjusting to the schism Of the stalwart incantations And in this poem, an America That is bursting at the seams Of a dream for Oprah Winfrey Days of flight unto the night And every golden sister Has a drop of Mothers’ land- the only noise, abound Freedom tines in air For near to fortune time forgot In separated view This September to the stream Of every mannequin’s name Shall be blessed into the fold
I sit and nightly view The forms and future words And dreams, and stalls of gear In the separations of time For broken hearts to beat Every fragrant will and rose- and I adore the forms of depth To a star unto its range The polylacrymal Sun Fighting views unto the Henge And days do not infer to wreck The Son of Man upon a ship For all the distant passages Of their Holiness of time- of great departure And of Christ Jesus- Celebrant of creation If the mighty blackened locks Innovations free and bare A fissure to the leaf would happen fast- in lights if too much Heaven But never they- our honest World And beguiling sense of Wonder Distant Women And a song for better free- Heights of weight and worship ever Raptured then To Her night of trystic joy And off in ten To Chicago’s year of wheat And tribulations- But we hear And cast despondence Insofar as knowing every June There is distance unto our walk And every Man can solify These days are meant for Blackness And futures, and escape Barren lands to heave with rain In nine steps out of ten We were with her- and still know The aching of a star Dispossessed of heights of mutiny To her as much as more In mystery ten and then The Persephone and a floor Rigs for light and ship The sound of Earth and solemn Away with every star To the Good Women clad in wise Bearing Winter afraid And in the night unsure Turning to God’s Children Who will count one Oprah Winfrey Always standing nights in Gayle, Coretta, and Luther King Every drop of Earthen Water Filling hands of grateful then Today is unaccounted For the souls of Christ at will In barren dust to Dover Lighting stars to form and see Hallowed journey to this talk- of expectations And experience And of land becoming full In solemn flame And made of Water And the supplication free On our journey to this side Where days are rife And sustenant breathing Escaped to here- our land for us And a joy- to solemn roads And this is what we have And share to Royal as the Other Witness, Lord, of us In flying high The clouds of effervescence Light the isle- and what is right And offer downpour- for the livid- who will not see the sky- as Oprah would- and just for you And we will walk on- on this day as men will render- verdant bliss Into our own To solemn be And hopeful here Chicago keeping For this land..
..In solace and prayer For peace and gratitude Light of Heaven- Christ the Lord First and last In all who seek.
Fever
Two nights on the payload Threat twice to war In comfort and complain Vices Europe And in the day I follow Darkness for a year Norway fold And night is in you While scolded to the deck I am here and enemy still For currents to thy bend I will make you my guy Supposed then,- our lights of war do lead For vicious cannons afire Fading to you in death Across sullen valleys Prayer in peace That we can afford I’ll lend you my alarm And to this river be,- an Apple and amend For the curious shows of home I will give you my ward And to the early say Nights for breakfast with Saint Peter Sparing someone Rome And the silence empty be—- But we are on the road The path of enemy as still Waiting for vlad and pie The symphony of roses
Skipping off the rough pay Nothing could match for our hand Remembering this enemy war Is our Victory to the end And almost laying waste For this Victory to be kind In Navalny to Repentigny Citizen day at the run And its beheading light For the glory as they came Nights to Srinagar then Collect to Christ at be The folds of Dever And I had the lights of then Furious in hand But better by the Sun
In each of her was the wild A precious Woman leading now And all across the encumbered Sitting waitful Den In fishery and keep Pray for every goal And what afforded to Saxby In Crosses due and fade
And the liminal light For fading every war And a citizen to the eyes Made plain to appear at one And aching then at heart The standing armies of Peking Making glory to their Heaven Wrought of guns to keep the lune
And ‘fraiding then A curious ode to them The Chinese soldier at war To keep away our other foes Between the charity neglect And a bastion of small people Voting breathless to inline
And what of these honeybees Simple and small rely That vlad was never here And died within our path And sympathy play for keeping Christ abound to drifting time The Earth will reach the day that would- the silence after every war
In Green collect by fortune when To Timmins with a Woman Across the floor of every star Waiting for the journey home
Peace In reflect and making The glory of my tent I sat and wept for Oprah Winfrey And all a while, I was white Impelled by Mother Nature I knew this town like open fire The Neighbour to my South would wonder To win in virtue takes a car And a patch of lonely Thanksgiving sticks To dawn and scrape the berries waiting Never off to greater pay I sat and watched the distance grow Here, Mother near For aching tendons small and wide A place in Fortune just to rinse The tears of mud procession me.
Target of Russia
It was yesteryear and metals For watching rain and verse To what is right and war The lonely of a hill Allotted to the home Of there and Winter war Six to repeat and Arctic sedge The Sun beaming in proper To the house of verdant sky In there alone for country like And to a comet of the blessing And seizing the unused For Captain Verse compare And distance load in film What Icelandic war to be And files to Ru that cross the country To see as art and swim The blue column at noon For every right to see- this year Ebola rain And sudden seize to light That apology come from Sweden And two best friends Sweden and Rome and Reykjavik and Brussels Fodder and win against the Ru Sitting Watch in disarray Hearing view in column All of year as this But distance come Fertile Crescent knows That time in Earth is you And every special day For distance cross And knowing no ill The prayers in short order Sending lights and rain this year To the property of peace Your will in weakness will survive Inhabit yours to peace These solemn days ashore Night for pay and shorts to vendor The sympathy at best Will win this terrible war Distance cross and peat Rays to stun and moor All accompany with Evidence to tear The right to win Sombre shires will be Night on Earth In solemn peace This Summer peace- is yours.
Walk in Peace
And faith The pogroms of India will despise Bitter lonely and clear For night do they quarrel Listing their love unto house Raiding in China A prayer for the earnest To Scotland then and here Nightsrealm to the Apple defer Meaner than meaning A redundance of sense Multiplying days of the time And Everyman two And quarter at time The Earth will recover- her view
For touchdowns imbue The flashing assault To roddery at four And the summon A day without fear Longing to row Ending this week for the poor And livid this day Fortuned to reef A style of the reel to commend And queue and wait solid The discs of her voice Thoughts for the deal- making news
At springtide return To the year of unpeace Profanity kill and redact The night of illegal Rotations to right Sights to unponder- Nightflight
And Claris dues The Sacrament of the poor And duties in fashion Miscreant apology At nine four
To crystals they come And the forging of noise Seen from the left To the right
A place for December In court and contempt The continuous gold- and re-her The Princess to shore Fighting wave and sea Re-figured to Rome And April search Fires of the Aspyr To London The cheap and the Christened Faithful in prose To Her Majesty’s peace- in command The boler in share And topsview to Sweden Placed to vehemence- alone Faulted to Water For this air to keep moving The British, they keel- for clean Water And Earth at its wits For tides here and glow A solemn but super- I know.
Vile
This fever caught me low And substance can’t Stupefied to relation East to sleeps London seeing Olivet Spring Mercy speak And files waiting In her and knowing you This day of whimper For never loaned But listened April running fools And temperate we sail The money war to abide For justice all to simmer My days are mid and laughter But wherefore And points The ecstasy of green To know and go ahead The licensure of rain To gain a tower And hear in faith What God to life Is known to this little life And Holy Hour Beckons to departure For then at yew Major in the making 50 days til you My solace friend to be Supportive to a fault And ending all that lands And purchases told Seacrest from the heart Escaping her- this Salmon be A prayer in good repose And 10 The lights of wind Scurry to the tropics A day without May 11 for the finish And I will tow- my heart betrothe And love you better- through lasting heat.
Rome
To Hearts by day In Sun and for the notch In covet done Thoughts for incarnation The soul and script Retribution Peter A day for then in rain Tiny then The night that had For Crosses to unfold Every name in Heaven For living Mass to know In Re to you Days for going in The one to bring Rod in daring be And in thought Prayers for distant men For God define No substance of our high Very existence The day is early then And no to matter To each becoming her The thought of why- Inter alia and through To common spikes of ground And in the focus why- of distant Rome To bear on global then And high to rain Watching fold and Eucharist The day is in And faces to keep within A soul to know Across to Paris then Offers to the poor And day at night’s rest Curely seen And up to Heaven loved And from this fountain be A clear of God’s own path To Him be glory Shades of Heaven here And only then suppose Christ within Basilica To duly bound Take forever honour And then the path be Holy The Victory of our Lord To global then Offer to the soul Of standing for detour And justice revealed Every second here To the capital of Rome God in His religion For Water then Torches bearing rain And when re-night to stone The glory of His keep Thank you Jesus, call In tithing for the night Engrained to Holy men For Crosses of Saint Peter Solace then be May And time for early reach In totem and our King The nights renewing here For goal to Rome The rise and thanking near Christ as resurrect Our pond is to this day The baptism see The Eucharist of Rome For all courses new And simply here To offer God The Victory of Rome And as our gift The Pentecost redeem For Holy yew The troubadours unveil And blessed thine For God to reach our Adam And duly be A prayer for every heart In Christ And true unveiling love The distance wept Our fold to Heaven home And mercy by the day Lifting into night The verse of here and poor Victory in the spaces To the Sun and stars Verses in afford And all be right The living, blessed Lord For all our lives And decency respect At atom’s call Christ the Lord is risen.
To Democracy, a Thousand
Points to the dollar Beyond this many An Air Force to absolve All that flies can be Respondent to all stimuli A stalemate in high review And enemy for the soldier What Cuba wants is respect For me and you, the dispatch of clues In eerie command of all ways In view to be, before the enemy Nature and its end Courtesy of Trump All deals are new And what bad hand for merchants We will follow and make you proud But first, let us pray Every hero is a criminal,- for curried star and rose A date to ride off as St. Peter Nights filled with tires Victory lanes for the poor And Earth at its own cenotaph Suggesting our day was annulled And if we shadow support,- This is the day we transpose And seek and under form Taking up armsmen Accruing the dollar And broke as men Nightfold to grievance And we will get what we get Meet me in November I am your trust and your hill Solemn shares to regret We have mercy but we kill And all who stay wild,- will heal at great light But sonnet men Walking with wait And bitter omen, this war And painted we knew,- to keep our space wept Ringing nightly in preference If Victory unfolds for that man,- we will settle for pain And sparse as we were By sundown our army Highest regards To that American by heart And all lasting mistakes to the basics Ready few In Cuba were men,- who dusted off the Cross And wept at the Virgin Mother For all night’s renew This is the end of our party But not in mission All Turks be to wonder And what we see is renew America without Cuba This trying deal And Earth at its ends A fail to rewar,- but what of November But Essex in view And Earth has a placebo,- calling credit When Victory can’t And lights at per diem- setting right To see you in stars And all of the great- yesteryear.