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!
Rain For The Origin
To a Quaker and then Life as a burning Christian This simple man on catapult Echoing catastrophe And circuiting calls- Three years of solid altar Fit for a day to remember I rodded you to ninth DE The Godhead saw And polished driving rain In Christ’s true presence A victim days few And in Earth relieve- An extra day to extinguish The fog and flames of anxiety And solid amber to our day Especially in our car- Who begged the esteem But a distance to the partial Our electric in parity For the Ford and expectant to be No recreant or madness be It is a special year to see the star And then we seek a world Like this miracle Everyone as one- Even there, Thereafter.
The Victory of Notre Dame
In places West of here The champions of change forego And Justice have- in the forecast More than supple rain And the Earth to be our Water Justice Rome Things of portence view Assaults in trial and view The subtle preoccupation In time a bliss report To barren optics and unclear The victim path But we were weary in support I’m seeing other paths- this victory due In time will change the atmosphere And messy wars to challenge- the natural view It’s favoured here Loving simple mountains Bare on top And robots receiving oil Never in need of oil affects the better- and their heir We suit as human And playing for Paris go This is us- til Tuesday And victory again For subtle paths we wonder Can calm assaulted be But through blue brine Epistles of the few And Justice Marry The solemn maybe Clearing chance For our message- End of oil.
Portence Few and Fame
The nuts to be elastic By the shouts of providence sound Accostive by the exit For poem in right The day of this is landing To single Heaven be No more chairs for the good This standing genre In your time a life unmet Misery hall and syncopath Burdens to the relate A travel beam to Scotland And sure by day That nothing goes alone Beams of twer And quanticy unveered Simple analog with sound A German woman For all this salad hers Beamed from Upper Clement’s I miss her And strike the laser red Hues of green escape And socio here for day In England’s news A rose to North Korea But not Embargo seeks the cheese And daybreak machine Forgotten rose A 404 not found.
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The star between the Sun Affording life ever after Insoluble fiber within And sympathy on the grass And hewing poems Distributing other worldly A day’s quota Blinking at your fear Erasing it Then folding new To your preferences of heat, and light And mercy on all men Blinking at thirty watts And visible down the street Cousin mayhem And five points shelter Going it alone By five and her between This substance Q And matte effects of dew For foreign friends And very last frostbite Amen to you- clemency be Above of here Forever.
Played for brinksmanship I am the other And surely thinking war Why one of this And the inhospitality Fragrances and then A riddance to the few And off to random Arnold It sinks as they would A capital of fear From the border czar and first Especially dissipated We are last on bookings And soviet prayer From that uncle Scotsman So victory by far To the East and oriental We accustom those to dark And plain and simple; and autoplay It serves to see as well That we are free to be as us In a fitness of our Heaven- To be this spectrance able And a charge for Greenland culture The cell in our coil And a solarist Rome Dying here and then- We are gone from random And Greenland sees a poem To bright horn laity and called The messiness of craft For Sultans be We are, in effect, of Greenland Our people own and birds of flight The engine room of Rhodes Six in calibre and shot straight We beckon to the stars And going alone, see space And thanking Denmark our treasurer Better days ahead Better yet, Sovereign, And we will feed our few.
Let Zay in Heaven
For this fjord to seek all day And in the night’s esteem beget A promise under play Of Dan who saw The Watch of early yearing In effort to effect A place called solemn home Between each tree And every brother To this day In reach And called a poem For rights to read The Scotland view Which appears to sow No large divide Of faded number But the stars who call him near And every phone- on lock to store the day- of strings that whay and study Of the optimal accord So as chance to make it home And forever be this right To years of beautiful unsuffer This man called Zay An Earthen dream Of making rouse To always know Hear heights in grace And fortitude of love For all who cast a hope But righting ships of souls And mending free The right of Kings Who summon free The debts to be unhad And wincing star In play for truth The madness gone While spirits desolate A new purview To always say Amen By wished gear A striking man and sharp Exciting best And gone to see the waves As Colin would To best- and free Eclectic Zay Is found a star For this new tack In splicing more A hull for steer With wrath to wind To solitude my shore And placing hands For future mend It honours me in three This will to go alone A space to bless New Zay and done The forded best To one and ten A call to roads For years to stay ahead In solemn be To Rome And then- a better day- forever.
—For Zay Harding
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And to this day unpare Speaking high to thus about The statement of the wind in truth Nary was wood in favour To seek the fall become- And it did hay A passion for the year Summering in constant Making death a place apart To hear the siren song A temperate mouth and be; To get along, Nary is a scar And custom swim To minds bend and this A favourite fact That all who poe are witness In filing this for just petition A parcel leans ahend This severance day A year of nine and six And flaming shoe- Passions of sweet and size ten The simple seed to Rome And thus begin That a rose is beautiful And grower be.
Satellites of ten
To be different and of nigh Peace for Dawn River Yearing Heaven from a star And this is new First in more than one A pittance of the code That this and other beam A hide-a-phone For summons wait Interclear for ransom A basking light of day For all the sins that man- presents to oppose himself With Nature’s high And no more mollusc But integrity of night To the Minds And Dublin to its courts A better day- seeking flight For Home rules and optic here Peace to all who browse This littered quantum net Apple sees a star And it is biggest lot Unafraid and year Upending data- and power all the day For three small numbers Found me here at ten With satchels of brine at rest Be shore to here And unafraid of plan The lochs in dayrest And trusting near and foe The better year Opposed to sourcing out And providence for Scar Trussing dearly to the third By Olivet for Earth To see un-now and low The guard for Sun Beaches wailing To trouble Sam with current The sky is falling Rush And gold for chasm rain A Scotland code And in this star we run A thing to be rewarded Once the rain is done And every word a capital code We seek the gone and have- A distance to offend But night will come And say to you our year That time is done For those in fret And basic men of ill Consul departed rain And ion scrub This place, this afternoon- This Go And people rant- Through seeming lights A place that not is Earth But somehow run In Christ and peace return.
Beachings
A signal in this tall, White map To cavity with flow and then an arc Vibrations here and in the solemn land Faces wide to hear and speak in those oppressive shoals And cape to wonder A beam of will to each in sand- upon the look of war and chance survive Peaks of adoration in captive flow A hearse upon the water scaring shore into Mirrors of account to modest way survive Afraid of nothing but this fate of solemn death Peers astir in wreckage and the year Others in advantage to the hue of larksand be A sore of plenty spare and young release of tin Praying wonder to a time of Earthen cask to sorely few Sailings cast an unafforded sorry myth that time repeals Wagering the dawn of sync and flow as will someday become All watchmen to the hour and lonely grip Piercings of the tail fin for shore and warring’s length Understudy to the cure of proud betrayal in the water tree Refinements to the hour of chance’s word to play vacate Riddles for the French and others be to quip with roe and Derry solute tool A wedge in beauty to this dust behold my sorry man In tracts to favour all that cue the beings lost to deep And fewer at the solemn hour like this to ford the year A simple row to happenstance and praying for this lest Fear and tour its rope to this whole rain and sky before Bathing in at sea and catching simple hoarse and things to therefore heal Solemn rite to disassound bespoke to happentude as poly-will and three In pushed to harbours reunite at solemn cost but what to pod A river flow unto this whale we keep for nature’s heal A prayer for all who cease to know what comes of stranded cet’