All those who prophesy..Raise your voices and
Hold out your staffs.' Announce a mighty
Wave of conversion in Jerusalem.' The
Lord is moving eternally! He never sleeps.
Neither does He slumber.' Awaken oh Sleepers oh you who have denied Him
For too long' now is the time of
Your redemption, He will draw
You near."
magical staffs of edible deliciousness
Weightless love, purified and perfect seek out your place
Floating into the unknowing darkness, in your face
Carry off this lowered head of shame and sin
Bring it out of the blinding damp dark fog harbouring within
Raise it up into the splendour of Your ineffable light
Into the everlasting beauty of Your eternity, without night
Weightless perfect love lift this soul from its depths
Like counterpoint rising in melody ascending in simple steps
On staffs of hymns written to the praise of Your Glories
Sweeping away dissonances of disturbed minds and horror stories
Arrive within the hidden harmony of Your sublime height
Within the mysteries of Your creative genius and might
Weightless purified perfect love, imprinted on everything You’ve made
Shine through the shadows of blinded reason and senses unsaved
Months so warm and flourishing with bud
Talc and crystals fall and covered by mud
Playground disappears as party ends
Group of gamers with staffs stoop and bends...
After sunset as the World rises and bathing
Third month the waters overflow, not steaming
One symbol drops as the soil hardened
Seal of excellence, covered and flattened.
MY DUST
My dust I shall have spread
Into a flowered terrace bed
Or into the staffs of a music score
But I shall not choose anything more
That it shall ever go
Into the black earth for weeds to grow
Crunched under shoes or wagon wheels
With the smell of horse dung on its heels
Aprilcity was the theme a ridiculous jesture
A smile to say it was witty
A jesture to say it was clever
A lighthouse ajurned to a castle
In the middle of the desert
Might the mermaids sing to me
Might the prayers of sea merchants
Sound above the rocks
Might the winds howl in such agreement
The staffs of respected people
To treat visitors as there equal
From all ends of every nation
To marvel in such creation
Menu to menu
Event to event
Might the travelers who seek
A respective Venue
Speak us as such a retreat
To level the muzzling
the blurred eye to the blind
the most physical among us
To the sweet and unkind
Travelers in lodging
To which respects
A doctrine up holds
Might we stand staffed
To be host to visitor
Our needed like there's unopposed
Hospitality
Hospitality
Hospitality
The needs of many people
Indigo book store
Its my favourite store
It has many books
For everyone to read
I could spend hours
Inside this book store
The staffs are cheerful
If you can not find
A book you search for
A staff will bring you
To find your new book
There are items there
Writing pads journals
Pens pencils diaries
Travel mugs and more
A small coffee shop
To enjoy a break
Between the Pauls, there were some laughs
From some with valued autographs
And glimpses of the former staffs
Of Saturday Night Live.
Some old routines brought up to date,
Including some just second-rate,
Performed to help to celebrate
What’s managed to survive.
Paul Simon started with a song
To which we all could sing along
And with a voice no longer strong,
For harmony he’d strive.
Sir Paul, the final singing guest,
In dapper shirt and jet-black vest,
Despite his lessened pipes, impressed,
The audience alive.
For fifty years of SNL,
We’ve watched careers it helped propel
And since this wasn’t a farewell,
We hope it long may thrive.
I embarked on a journey,
In search of something that was not written,
If it was written, perhaps only in part,
With missing pages, if it ever existed.
I traversed meadows,
Sojourned across turbulent seas,
Tunneled through the night,
And walked through the heart of the deep.
I was relentless in my search,
Undaunted in my pursuit;
I encountered the strange,
Almost cloaked by the unknown.
In my exhausting journey, I met a sage,
Who understood my plight with just a few words.
He told me that mysteries are not found in caves or mystical staffs,
Nor at the distant ends of the earth,
But within humans and their chambers of secrets.
January 23, 2024.
Scintillating on High Ground Into Valleys of Israel
Through Seven Doors, Where Stars Collide and Truth Dwells
Upright Through Sight Like Vanguards Of Horus
Crowned Horbehudti The Glorious,
Ever Luminous, Through Wisdom We Soar
Ever Solar Propelled Forth,
Like Crowns and Roses the Garments Of Victory
We ride High In History,
High Born Through The Valleys Of Yesteryear
Wielding Sacred Staffs and Sacred Spears,
Into Ethers Of Light and Realms Of Gold
Thriving Off The Greater Nature, High Born
The Kundalini Is Rising, now I'm Flying High on Wings Of Wisdom
Full Power Up On The Chrism,
Ever-Upward in Fully Blazoned Life
Fear No Evil, Fear The Regal Like....
I AM Spirit, I AM Alive
I AM Soul Divinus, One with the Sacred Fire
Deathless by the Knowledge, Breathless by the Flight
Wielding Staffs and Grails of Light,
One and Beyond I AM Eternal
Boundless by The Force, Boundless, Supernal
Slinging Mights Of Courage, Stone Bold like David
Never Jaded, Wielding Long Bows like Hayk Nahapet
Solar Gleamin like a Scion of the Great Spirit
The Vibes Jive On Exquisite,
Legend Born by the Alchemy
Chasing Diadems for the Masterpiece,
Full Ascent Into the Heart Of Israel
The Land Of Milk and Honey and Citadels,
Ever-Luminous, The Sacred is Rising
Ever-Thriving,
Abode the Heavens, The Stars Align
Seven Doors To Paradise
On a stiffy hill,
Two old couple with staffs,
Walking humbly chill.
The cries of those
That lacked leadership
From that time
Till now
That vision of America
That is cried from the
Tears of those who have
Nothing but aspire to
Have
That circle which is centered
From the trust
And believing
Which tomorrow's are promised
From this today
And that eternal trust
Of believing secures the faith
Of those who trust
Backbreaking efforts of workers
Staffs who believe in
The echoes of tomorrow
Stand beside me
When those who have chores
To secure the dignity of
The learners stand with me
Might the efforts of both
Admistrater and staff
Be for that tomorrow
Which includes us all
From the homeless to the lord's
From the administration to the tasker
Those unafraid to seek the need of
All people
Lay down those burdens which hind
That they trouble the way of procession
In the sight of these people who lack the
Understanding of your troubling!
Moss Tauss
2023
The cries of those
That lacked leadership
From that time
Till now
That vision of America
That is cried from the
Tears of those who have
Nothing but aspire to
Have
That circle which is centered
From the trust
And believing
Which tomorrow's are promised
From this today
And that eternal trust
Of believing secures the faith
Of those who trust
Backbreaking efforts of workers
Staffs who believe in
The echoes of tomorrow
Stand beside me
When those who have chores
To secure the dignity of
The learners stand with me
Might the efforts of both
Admistrater and staff
Be for that tomorrow
Which includes us all
From the homeless to the lord's
From the administration to the tasker
Those unafraid to seek the need of
All people
Lay down those burdens which hind
That they trouble the way of procession
In the sight of these people who lack the
Understanding of your troubling!
Moss Tauss
2023
From the Baltics
Weighing in at
256 lbs.
"Belgium" Paacard Skyrunner!
He posses the ability to be
World's Champion!
Someone fans adore
and the staffs of many
Companies admire.
Ain't hard to love him,
As easy to respect him.
Men in both locker rooms
Like testing there game
against him.
It's said it's most difficult
To defend against him
And easier to loss.
Preparedness is the
difference between who
Buys the steak!
Ladies and gentlemen he is
to be some companies
World's Champion
Let's see if he can do it here
A promise is written in the cement
Rattle the cage
And annoy the lion!
Seven Miles of Stone
4480 the man they
Call Beast!
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