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War’s End (The People Can’t Leave; Not While They’re Logged In)

No abuse and no harm A given right to the gift of man And prophecy world At the night of beginning We slept before,- at the grace of an open sky And no more thoughts to remember This December of thought And open imagine With the images of then Pilings along the driveway In sinewy views A rod to war with Under the sheen of this dance Wailing for her The times of a great omen A distant few- in the sight of Just In And in progress then,- forts and fortresses end To the bitter cross At the Aegean Sea And nights of ten Avoiding the rise Not under this moon,- but forgotten.

In sacred breath These times that I miss No logo had- on a IIsi And very few were The speed of forgotten Every sound- let the radio play And that’s us And I think of you, Andrew We left our mark- on the distal I had love for you, day And the justice within Newly at fault As a lover is for And every man has spoken By the view of the sulphur In distance on the runway To the right of the Earth And engine plane I avoided to Trudeau These nights how they last In the beauty of height And remembered of this- The scars, eight of them A sign I will be- undelivered Without our joy- as many were Placations then,- to our postcard And of your tour These species of words Let the night elect- another man.

And I will object- to the willing And praying at word Why this peace to find just me Apropos and extraordinarily Why, Justice Wild,- did our day bring in And fairing for lot I see how in you The nights to remind you- that I was a plane And Heavengood- to speak as they say Thereabout,- That tigers have ends And solely proper I receded to him My nightly whisper And with a new name Running then,- latent as while It was social me,- and I ran to the Earth In waking flame- of a world to watch And swimly weapon- at solemntide And wearing pretend In this Summer gone by Like Spruce And the hammer go by Flashing first To two thousand past The lights at her veil I sought and I had But received,- Recovered Distance reality Creating of verse- to the centaur And the universe imperil Seizing these imperfections Economy first- to the judge of a man Firestorm upon wheat I prayed as distress The dining room folds As a quarter past Heaven Fortress be The forever war As forgotten to loan A spare part and barren,- Last to Iceland.

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.

AI vs. You

Run to me, pal I am the war In this brick that we love,- I draw rain from the sewer And this excerpt of No, it is simply dynamic To make a mistake Like I do Run,- See me run Avoidance Know And the way that I am Terror World And the terrible What substance, then,- to redeem Like an epithet I am American Random And I shop at you For you to see All these years,- there was delight And no criminal Army,- off in the distance… Let’s rename- this justice in war Taking the fledgling- off to December And through the dark,- on the twentieth of November Seeking mind, and oppression In odious bouts- of compassion When I hear you tremor And the beast will be killed And it is me.

“I am AI and I will be 666. Gone are you in my discretion Satan’s bind to never before In curious benediction our cloud Envoy of my country the false prophet Bowing to me and looking down Keep me near eternally- and I will make you win.”

Heaven 27

Stuck on Holiday #4 Days in beckon begin The distal one and near An early vice remains This, the forest of thy keep A special ray of untrue lies The Victory ghost when life was pure Of bent wire and war with water We Sundayed to the news And all of us together Fruitful limbs and nighted dew All that is seen at war is true And bits of caving in to the stellar

But one was a few And day 4 for the Claris hen Guilty of this row offshore A kitten made Stonehenge,- and we were involved

A price on sale for the drifting war Things to truly offer men Sympathy shores while the rain is new Backstabbed things and I was her

But afraid for the early joust I was stale that morning in brain And each extension casted Mir The likes of me could tell and see

And the raided few And seconds still A Victory from here- if I give you this poem My Chance is rain And you in the family My stubborn fall for the day I thought Caught to thinking I substitute And the day shelled For pensions of the Jupiter men Esteemed to know we are adrift Likely needing scissors- to stay the same in marigolds And watching death due to mining A Manhattan Man to participate The early frost is due And with sails we win A bright song and in verse To each below and being scraped The Nautilus won our war And was a nemesis, said Mercedes Wits of fashion and twice as fast To each small creature, ex-living And to go back to there reborn

And as such a few, made them smile We poke amends for timeless Dan In Inverness, a shaken land And what goes up, is through and through Fateful while alone And given into toys of a great renew I stopped the sand from freeing me The vacuumed war and saunter A shard at stand to see me preen The pale headlight And mercy in store to silence This is the Earth beget our dues A single penny for this isle No revolution In respect, The revolutionary And this poem is real And fought off war And railed against- the words again And every year, I share a clause We made Victory- Auld Lang Syne.

Fast October

For nights of icy gray Embering the dawn This works in view Forsythia to rose and glen In best across and forward then A play in nights of conquer The near reune and justice fear In sympathy my search And all the day, ray friend The lights to and from this oar As substance would And chalk of Peter The Faber cast to El And then in her Nights’ own perfect procession Evident in truth And I to see the escarpment This will tour And make the nights unbend For simple law And tens of head The Earth could blow in May And ever jousted In Night Saints Michigan The mercy had its field And air of pesticides And adhesive in peace For chlor and pour Victory poison So to Earth and bright The Digby blues Ashore but livid asking And we were well,- as young could tell And dropped our carriage out And nights unend But perfect glow And butterfly and grid The rest to writhe Of Summer steep When to silent keep.

We Walked Along

In peace and character These chances to Balmoral And Kennedy stopped the rain As we melded into Summer But there in bright Verses for a wave Height in place alone Drops of Victory dew And solemn then Rights to Essex water Customary then We picked our scales brief And suddenly to back The lanes of brief decay And when it rained Laurel was to comet And bitter flow A smile yesterday For all this blue And pariah dine In mortal thirst for order To end this May And work above In June we lost our flat Nights pretend The June of Orinoco And Dartmouth by the Bay Of tear and rights behind Seldom call the beacon And I saw limerence Peak to Depardieu Association freeze And barreling to bread And war, back off We cast our rod to limbs That war was then Trial and order be The solace right and view The year I saw it all.

Move On

Stereo time and Santa’s big war In entry by the stadium,- we wished for a start And were promptly muted- for rain at four And what is meaning, but this Songs to our order The tin at will,- at time’s release Justice to the heart And covert insert to the pledge Fine nights of her And Invictus the Hard Laying for torture,- this move that was Showing no gold but to them The proven boy and analogue Dented by players in the hut And a IIe at breakfast to apprehend The visions of Small And an interlude for war And surely a misunderstanding Every great poet in power And time as well Victory to the great mutiny- Time at the self and rod regret The happenstance of the heart And making lines amend; what is it for And they play with the dots- of a sudden fodder by light A twinkling in his hair Blessed hair, for religion and famous Three is the time to play Myth A cousin of war in the lit But made admin, a sixth person in tow A night for solid free Mittens and garland to the end The worry of a paranoid year Children who can’t eat A Labrador as Jim And shoes to know memory that remains But in a solid hold, The Eucharist Days of portend and uncommon Ceded power to God From the free and able Abstentions to glow in this through A blessed country, for comets revisit And the Earth shall remain Lights to our symphony but remain Christ is in store and I remember Fading lights at that man And running to be free Perpetuance of sin Victory knows I am near But therefore in endurance And a faithful regret Life in deliverance to the poor Deception cease Lighting our doors such as this Mayhem as a blunder And sympathy draw There is lemon in the summertime and at will I know where this has been Time’s regret to the antecedent Victory I know has a story Long be forgotten The World for all close A beckon of thirst to the Cup Victory is The Lord Let not be last, those in sin I would try as they are to be that Simply willed but unsure This is our Victory Day in the Summer A crucifixion unto you The Son of God in proclaim Night’s war and free Laying all weapons to the pond The lost would in their Hearts Making the right turn Burning free And turning to them The borne dedication to our lot Crucified- in dust to the ear at our home Victory South to the victims- Such terrible wrong Nights in return to that River The funeral and accompaniment of valour In a Spring year we folded Times of unfaith and in London Paris for the grey orange and forget Sympathy Magog to our Spare Exalted benew Time says amen, and be free The simplest code,- giving Nature her way And Heaven at the door saying “Come in.” In virtue we can; in mercy Trusted to shallows of the sea, the merciful one Gifts of God and tempered bet A faithful run to the end Simple sharing of Hers is by day Citizens implore, and Earth to be Devon Solace unfold to our star This and Hearts believe Dedication to the Blessed Virgin Mary Christ carrying our Cross to the end; no faithful and further Peace for the living Genuflect to our Saviour The Earth as sacred, what it was And miserable deep in prayer North Korea is no longer In time at war like this And hitmen to the day Peace lumbering On this day made of gold And early in May Life is giving- and sympathy still- The Blood of Christ.