The Sagas
It was time in Twillinforth
There were shods of equiriym
Mass deltas of the other Bays
Fourteen inches of sand to bequeath
Glorious turtles were befound by Capture Bay
We saw odes to the North Shore
And peppered ground
In serious romance of our target course
What country would be beating
But the defamation wind
There were sorts of houses for collect
Wide open sideways to a lunar year
And what cattle brought but contempt
Erasmus, for swordplenty,
And we fought some in Randy Bay
To bespect the local pods
And we had lantern day and night
This was the Sussex kill
And we fought when it gets hot
The respect of iron rain
And a handmaiden to bequeath
Rolling in stone for superb and succinct towns to engender
Heights of merry fonder to hold
And I was the captain
Forebears to rote on Canada Island
Who supped with our shawled ones
It was suggestive of folk to discover the anthems
Of the otherbays and collected customs
And we turned askance for love
Bribing the wintersworth
And at last made amends
Leaving some,
As gentry would
And urging time to forward our get-ups
Raking round when our soils knew
of McAdam,
A place of common spirit and gesture
And a good hold,
on the way
A prowl to our echo
Thoughts of coldwear and bed gentle
What iron sought in his farrow
Hit in darkness,
Lected spurs for attack
But mine wasn’t time
But I was in verse
And none found out
Dirigeon the substitute
And wanting watersheds and announcement and dogwood
The spectacular way of account
Is nothing without peril
And a promised people,
we did met.
Thousand Dreams
Our Leaders cry
For better than a handshake
And a better government
Is beyond the stroke of dawn
Six classes of broke genius
And as the Gospels
Give us time
The calmness now
Of a good referee
And a better standing
For each defender
Down the road
The silent view
Of all things Heaven
In monetary press
But because we hit a speedbump
And thereafter June
The best days ahead
For shining Rome
Of all prayer-
For peace and endless flight
To the North,
Where heavenshine bursts
In about as much as all
Forty times the light
And forty thousand minutes apart
To the oil we abandoned
In prairie heed
Even better than redemption
And recurring dew
For half-past one
To eschew the Calder
And find better than tea
For better-thans
And waking now
Time of the esprit
For that evening in dear
I came here in exploration
And found out why now
The rose of the lectern
Guided us home
And for Him,
His glory days of attrition down here
As we understood,
the day of a promise
It fits to be great
And the promise of one good day
Check out the arrangement
Of where you fit in
There is rain here,
And in The Bible
From present fleet
To dim our lights for the future
And plant seed
That first day
In time to our fields,
Let it now
And Time, hide
It is quarter past one
And greatly divided
Between the seas
But loquaciously there
In Friday tempest
To better morning,
To our home
Beyond The Valkyries
In totem and this residence
50 feet of expression
While dining on the River Seine
And approximately there
Two states to the end of the North
But such an island is a route
To frigidness of the remote affair
And beams of hope flying fast
Through redemption of all Holland
And these things rounding about
A map in general
To us explain
The preponderance of joy
At Innisfall
—For Zay Harding
Let us focus on birthday and Christmas
And pay our dues to the phone
The likeness of heav’ and still wonder of every star
Newness and living
Places of grand perdition while we wait in the rain
In simplest fog,
Places of duration
Places of near-Emory
And places of day
Night on our steps
To shoo us in secret
Peels of evr-y bell
To gesture us in
In Tornado lands, mercy in the dawn
And dew of the carols
In fritterance of Rome
Come,
Play mercy
And gesture us near
This is our awakening
And we saved every human
Strikes to the earth
Of starmelt and dayshine
The misty republic and the catharsis of stone
We are one as the earth rains-
And together as we shear
Our sheep nearly counted
And brand new the dream
Four quarters of new living
Green tree and frog and stone
The earth says, why thank you
Are you new here?
Please come in!
viewFatal Unsuffering
And doing the math for first expression
A series of waveforms with sound
Grand exitus and explosions for the North
Why in summons is my name in summer?
I cleared a path and it was done
I had built a sub out of cedar and wine
Knowing forward, and just for a tube,
There was room for a moment at rest
And this little form, a timely heal,
knelt before God and became Queen
The supposed Russian estate
And a member of elberry
Through the willows and the chalice,
And American pain,
we were the alumnus of rain
And throwing down our rice
Through the chamber of lost esteem
Clean peril the earth and Fort Wander
Nothing North but the news
And they paid themselves grandly-
Out of pure affection for time
And these shears will trim our constitution,
Breaking hearts of science and love
The North may be empty,
And I can’t help it
And I am Donald
And I died
Merrily in June
To your mountain
Clear and loving memory
Retorts of long November
And thirty days
of gladness moon
We soldiered in the grass
For Longyearbyen
Up in fourteen wins,
the days were ours,
and we invented the wheel,
had heartstand grey
Fulsome daily Bread
As the Greeks were opportune
And dressed the time of water
Pickwauket unto men and parcel
The way of skyward prayer-
Berated no animal among men
It was mentioned in the microcode
Tools for solemn day and to the ork
In knowing intent,
the hill may very well be
A path of non-resistance
And ever return
The water of dreams
Good night Raspberry
The tables have turned and you are winning
I stopped in Scotland and crossed for hope
And all the Blue Jays won
There was time for sit-ups
And washwater for use
I fail quite easy at Britishism
But am glowing for time to you near
This is me on Discovery Day
I am fond of the parrot who speaks-
Québec wisdom and war on fear
And bread in the oven for new heights
These are the works of the merry
And time in Rome for blessings
And to the low and forgiven-
but horticulturally lost
To souviens les autres
Remember neige
Three snowmen
And a gang of deer
Megapixels of downscutter
And invertebrate light
But I remember my castle
And the day you took my hand
Each forewinding was Earnscliffe
And the bays of tavern shevelment aspoon
Remembering our guild
Of raccoons who wear patience
To the lakehouse I waited a year
And a precious glow upon that prize
I found wine to befriend you
And the main event was CBC
In all four colours that May
We have the same name
Music reminds us
Forever a shill-
For snow to its bank
I’ll weary my shovel
While you rest
Apocalypse putin
Your war is sold
Forever blind on the road
and in the year of cold
and mujahideen
Your hearse is being towed
At last to the Greek
In shame for four lives
Who roundedly count out the perfect steps
Were it murder you would know about
Introspection
And Falun Gong
And last pact at sea
But by air
And was nice not to worry
As you, “the great”,
Who didn’t believe in Tripoli
Or lines to Scandinavia fire
For the bored young columns
And most are at war
In Trinitarian by Doldrums
Asking for rent by reparations
This is the referendum
In season,
Lefthand you,
Spinning death to Oslo
And corner-judging your way to iconoclasts veer
We vote as we can,
Your mess is for grafting
And piles of garbage be-rot
Sycophantic flame
Eponymous spark and writhing new
This on dynamite and yours is fresh
Time lost and women spent
To Cuba or Wreckhouse
The flooring diamonds of sweet hell
Come to the street and burn it down
Your death is so and pre-esteemed
No-one makes it possible but you-
In your tent
And fires to Rome that fail
In case of solemn poor who will-
Who will kill you without fail
And in the wind ashes blow-
themselves to Moscow
As Kremlin fires burn your own hand
And forests new but of your petroleum six
Your mother sang
For the hands of a child
Who murdered free
And played with a pilot
Who’s forgotten your name
And is tired of war
Throughfare in Peace
We sat with a dream
And fully espoused the dawn
I was alert to the day
Rousing our own redeemed heart
There were causes for the poor
And a democratic wish
To play our own
In its part, we whistled and we knew
A song of a story
Of Christ’s redeeming of
So we were over words
And knew our faith had won
In twenty short reviews
The dialectic had won at last
And it is written in the streets
No fortune but Christ,
Of our Father in Heaven,
Saw us born unto Him
For every flower of honest revoke
We sat up as Christians
And in God’s church,
We remember tiny this:
Jesus is Lord; Christ the King
Forgiveness for all
And saints waiting yonder
We are ahold of our dream,
And all its parts
It is therefore possible to know,
Just as there the powerful,
We won salvation
At an early stage,
Which is now
Glory to God in The Highest
And peace to His People
In Christ,
Amen
—For Jin Mingri
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The birds rise high to be free
And platinum rain of our bordered roam
Merry are Christ’s venbehorn
To the sliding prose of our stars
Which we all re-une
On the brightest morn of our standing
All these days, to become us and bright
With fields of flax to Canada’s run
It is time the imperial world from us
Our brighter day is yours alight
You are here as we are
And in solemn breath
Our roses fly
As our weapon
New Ukraine,
Us to you,
In heaven spent of our stacks-
How we know you were here,
And what it was to our year,
What to show the east of our guiding
And crooked crosses we have lowered
To re-sply by noon and raise high
In our blue realm, as witness to the guest
Who sent out to glory, and stars
In the biggest high-between
Of our broken candles melt anew,
You welcome us well, in Cathedral
Up for apply, in the all you are we-
Come nary a trouble by the thousand-
We have spent, earned and lost,
And you prayed for days here
To you in Godspeed we are home