Heart and hand beyond my will to understand. Simply fume and make demand upon the witting world around me. Songs to me bout the angry and the free fade to mist in agony. The abomination of utter failure.

Looking back every side step and attack put more bricks upon this back, while heaven waited on my frailty. Making lists and listing hard to port thinking of some grand retort, humming loud enough for sea to hear me.

Long since gone storms are settled against the dawn, bishop, Queen, rook or pawn, we all have seen the toil. Up against what we all have feared the most, Father, Son and Holy Ghost beneath it all firmly fit with fashions plunder.

No reach, no love, no harbors fit the skin that’s left won’t feel it a bit. Loss of limb, or life so vile only hope may reconcile. Into the charge do brigands bluster barely came to face the muster.

Memories and data filled all emotion in words fulfilled passion fuel in blood we’ve spilled in keeping with grand gesture. The wind picks up to boasting sail in friendship, kind and Word I fail, giving jailer and priest their bail heaving to for keel and bail.

Lining up to read the list if you join we must insist that gifts and pride be left aside this journey only God may guide. Profit some and words do tell the moment that all passions fell clanging pot and ringing bell

No Time to wake the Master icy step and snow’s sweet calm the wound would not accept the balm. For reasons plenty and rhymes so few out of His mouth the false will spew. And regale the days when Winter slept promised perfection to each adept.

To Heart and Hand He gave me sand to chase my will or follow His Great Plan my reason always in short demand trying so hard to slake the flames I’ve fanned. In dark and days of short supply, seeking the truth and reasons why.

Each man appointed once to die and then sweet Justice for which we cry.