The following is of my kind of Poésies Influentes
this started with my infatuation of a Andrew Marvell's work from the 17th Century's English elite class.
Living In One
United States, Summer 2007
By Geo. E. Burks.
What a strange event settings!?
A petition to return to the dominion
of Zion against all beckonings by our fares and expenses in these trials times?
And made with no reference to a resourcefulness
That stern of our sired grace was a
From the root with no spared expense there,
And not by the relevances from your
That was found in this wilderness,
you assembled and had adjures,
among these marvels of discovered
There and how! Such contempt lingering in restraint!?
Our orders!!? our laws!!?
How can such a prominent star mistook us logs
and specks as an effect that can shine toward that most high guile
Such as that heavenly dwell is what we climb for
light in these wilderness places .
Even my gross conduct has sharpen, though I felt
ripe for their glorious presences.
Calm such esteem, my good soul,
Our reports of our adversaries resentfulness against
our host generous fair trades of their land's earthly patrons
And the production has proven our conduct as consistently
sound for the gracious rule
That is with our intuitive grace that is
the best of not possible worlds
As like of their own's glorious perfected wholes and
Which is not unlike our adversaries' paces which
we recessed into our dust
so, without any other's quests at haste or for any address save the rise and wake of our own.
Voice from the public room's airs:
His traps wears like our old elders'
perspectives from our trusted word, O' Lord.
O' my soul and O' this honored trust, do you find
this convenant over my head a shame of glory or hath our grossed yields proven an expected mettle as their serving
The voice broaden the room settings
and joined the others under the roof as their
hosts' Lord graced the booths as the commons' shares that evidently revives the host's glorious place by its venues' repasting vibrant verses and others
made psaltries as the resound.
Another man voice coming from the booths:
He thinks we are surmised with the daily takes from the
challenging ills' fouls that shown no given favors to any man or woman passages.
He must learn his presences and his concerns
remain and are all we can see and measure.
Man to Soul:
I can allotted a new place for that just suspicion,
by my fair passing,
Its no discomfort for I, myself to shift with
the winds of vanity,
And allowing these new patronages a new center,
that is of faith's not nature way for my own wills
Let the host's lordly claims stand
well true mortal, for their future posts and entitlements.
And we will have a heart's desires to secure,
And that joy's will outshines all of this land's host's
earthly deserving glories!!!
Hmmm... Of course, and to leave the vain victories as
a glorious grant for an another fare repast of their indelible repose's with all the rest for ractifying in their futures' trust.
And for I, myself and my own desires once again must
not tarry until after we return to our Zion estate.
Whatever the stakes occurring by
the interests we flared here in this host's convenants must carry the concerns of our many
To summon as and reform in well with
their's future lords, kings and possible of our high eminence of afar's hopefuls.
Such a blest privileges to become measured for
such nature's forms known.
Here! Here! and always allowed our selfishness to
honor our faithfulness' not grace,
So the adversary's vice would never broaden
beyond the clashing.
Then the man smiles with a shine in his eyes
that were pleasing for all souls witnessing by congregation,
And the motivations he known from long ago and from past
wilderness ventures of all around.
Ahhhhh, Such tis life, or as may as I can might
a C'est la vie!?!
Freedom for our loves and more life for all
souls!! C'est le gracia
Another man in the booth where the
man rightful voice matters for the others sitting there:
How long til its over.
Another friend in that other booth:
The man who asked in other booth start
laughing while saying:
That what I thought.