Zo's Poems

''E'' And ''F'' Layers

The wreck Key Seer, that which is near.
Here St One. A stone of a Swans tone.
A Staffs one, of tone ''E''.
A Swans tone of ''F'' fats.
Earth be the Noble one.
The tones and notes of stone pebbles falling down on Uluroo are a language.
A Key core, atoned, untouched, unbroken, complex, not raw.
Changing only in the winds great roar of which time is the core.
From 'A' to 'Q' and from 'Z' to 'Y'.
For what comes first will come last and what comes last will come first.
To the Letter.

The Secret

There's a little word that changes, darkest skies to brightest blue;
There's a little word that brings the sunlight bravely shining through.
Never mind things about you; never mind if others frown -
Lift your face to God and praise him and the blessings will come down!

Praise is mightier than an army with it's banners all unfurled.
Praise will win the victory sooner than all the powers of this world.
For the God who ruleth all things and the God who longs to bless.
Waiteth only till he heareth thee, thy love to him confess.

Beg him not for any blessing; tire him not to spell thy need.
This he knoweth e'er thou speak this; stay him not to beg and plead.
Lift thy face and sing t'heav'nward, from the deeps within my soul.
Let his praises fill thy being, let the shout of rapture roll.

Ah! The rest will come quite easy --- e'er thou thinkest 'twill be done.
Thou wilt know praise is the answer. Thou wilt find the vict'ry won.
Blessed, Holy, Wondrous Jesus, Heaven in thee to me has come.

Author Unknown.
This was given to me on a piece of paper, July, '95.

Rock Me

Rock me gently O' Lord, for what you have revealed to me, is a Great wonder and I am bewildered.
This has strained mine eyes, that which you have given me in my prayer.
Oh the prayer, for the inner vision of ancient stories untold and as bright as the wise and the old.
To soften our Heavens Videre, I have adopted a red fountain scribere.
To write here a vision of everyone's plight and the Sword of the Word from a tempered Knight.
O Lord, gently sail me through the mists of time, revealing to all the Heart of Mankind.
O Lord 'tis a Great wonder.

Anchor Shore

I am ultra aware of our Alphabet and word. I am a watcher, a monitor, this is a Dragons World.
My science is a Tudor village of sand stone, cobbled streets and black and white thatched roof homes.
Of this, when an Angel sleeps, of here be white sheets.
This of cobbled streets, lyttel shops and School caps on our tops.
On the Winter window be Jack Frost, a morning coal fire was my job.
I'll never forget the alley, the caterpillars and Ivy and the Fogg.
One night I dreamed next road o'er, a Tudor log I see approach here.
I stood and stared and said, 'Oh God.'
Three boys a glared me garb and curl.
Come running they did, one with a hoop and stick.
I stand and dirl, they stop and look real.
I look back at entry and check my clock. They look and look.
I stand afore, a straight rook.
Never did find my way home in that dream of a far away night.
I woke up the next day and I was fine.
A dream before the age of eleven.

For Every Life

Life is a Pearl in the Sea of time.

     Everyone prays for their coming child and children.

Life is the world in a cosmic Vine.

     Everybody wishes they could travel to distant places.

Life is the sky in a poets rhyme.

 Everybody wants peace in the world.

Life is a mountaineers successful climb.

Everyone is getting sick of bloodshed.

Life wants you happy and not to pine.

Everybody has a flare to learn with a lyttel encouragement.

Life is fresh water and food... also called wine.

  Every boy dreams of one day driving a car.

Life is the Sun, and the Stars are kind.

     Everyone has at sometime, put their hands together and Prayed.

   Life goes by the Heart... not just the mind.

     Every child loves their Mother.

     Every Father loves his children.

     Everyone talks about their dreams.

     Everyone discusses the meaning to life.

     Everyone deep inside, ultimately want only to do good.

     For everyone, this is the nature of the Soul.

     Life is ancient, we are all entwined.

     By Gods Zo, this is signed.

Sweet Dreams

These sweet dreams of diary on thigh.
Please sweet dreams lets throw them a cry.
These sweet dreams of Auras on Thy.
I would love you all to know.

So these sweet dreams come put here a Ship.
Now I know how to send you this Scrip.
From Heaven to pen, to paper trip.
I would love you all to flow.

An Elf did bound round Pond of Lynn.
Saw twins with wings, a flower within.
For you my Celt I pelt the din.
I would love you all to crow.

Oh these sweet dreams of Eagles and skies.
Please sweet dreams the Heavens hear cries.
These sweet dreams will tell you the wise.
I would love you all to row.

So these sweet dreams will bud you a crest.
Please sweet dreams this nay be a test.
These sweet dreams are from someone at rest.
I would love you all to know.
And grow and grow and jump to and fro.

Nor' West as the Wind Goes

This night mid Nor' Afer wind, I do sail.
Fly mid scribere word, to me' lyttel sister Gail.
Mid ink and mid pen, a paper fold kite.
Here to catch the words of streaking star light.

'Tis the Angels with their lamps and the Shepherds with their Staffs.
They will show you to the Building that Heaven cast.
They'll let you see the Garden of your future and past.
So let faith be your lamp and Love be your Staff.
A Nightingale your works, where no one comes last.
Then your Heart will burst forth and you'll know 'tis alas.

Book Word

My dream is coming true, not just for me, but for you too.
The world is overlapped by a neat new beginning.
Oh Lord let these words flow, let them justly go.
For the world I Pray, for this here is Thanksgiving Day.
The leaves are falling, the breeze is calling.
I hear the winds of Wales in my Grandfathers accordion.
I can see his Phoenix rising, a Prayer for him I sing.
Half 'a Crown for you my boy, a tanner be a sixpenny toy.
I spent it all on plastic soldiers from Troy.
Oh Letta I love you, you saved one and I have this today in a Mackintosh can.
Of beads and bracelets and trinkets and laces.
Oh Letta I will never forget ya.
I loved ya with all my might, yeah, I Prayed to see you that night.
Oh Lord I love thee, you heard me and let me see.
Oh Lord, let me give to the world for free.
The feelings you've shown to me.

WHAT?

DON'T MISJUDGE THIS AWESOME INK MIGHT
FOR SOME COMES FROM THE LIGHT
SO BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY
AS I AM CAREFUL AT WHAT I WRITE

I KNOW YE READ ER' PON' THIS NIGHT
YE THINK YOUR WORLD IS THE ONE THAT'S RIGHT
I TELL YE NOW, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE
THIS NIGHT IS AN END TO A DAY
SO I SAY TO YOU HERE GREY:

''YE HAVE NAY CROWN NOR LOVE BESIDE
YOUR ONLY GOAL, TO STEAL AND RIDE
AMOK YOU ARE HISTORY CRIED
YE HAVE NO FEELINGS, NOT EVEN PRIDE.''

''YOU DON'T FOOL ME
I KNOW THAT WHAT I'M DOING IS OF COSMIC SIGNIFICANCE FOR THE FREE
I AM NO FOOL, I WASN'T BORN YESTERDAY
I WAS BORN A TAO ZEN ZANDION SEGA AGES AGO
THIS BE THE SEPHER FOR ALL, FROM ALL.''

Drow Time to Sleep

And when the patterns on the paper start to appear, 'tis time to gimmer the word onto a white pole of dream, to hold the word through night time rhyme. 'Tis time to get some sleep, to REM and peel into the deep. Time to go to my Tiger House Tree Calendar.

The grey Wolf is the oldest, he was one of them who showed me how the cipher crept here from the distant past, line by line, thought by thought, drop by drop, letter by letter.

Inner

Behold, I have poured out that which hath cometh unto me.

The thoughts and pictures of Heaven, through Guides of Scriptures and brethren.

     I have seen the electric blue white, at morn,' in day, and in starry night.

We Know This True

Oh Dragonheart, please train this guard.
All Heaven sees this Chakra Ark.
This wheel of life, this flower light.

Zo needs the World to be as one.

Our Lords Prayer, says: ''This will be done.''
Children, they know this flower ton.
I heard our Spaceman say this too.
Afore our Lord, they know this true.

'Tis Time to Write a Poem

'Tis time to write a poem.
With words I can find to show'em.
Of things in life not real.
To see the truth of the Pearl.

I saw a shining Pearl.
High in the sky so real.
It quivered and wobbled o'er Earth.
Watching and waiting to dirl.
A Mother, a Father and damn them, a child.

If I could get my hands on ''it.''

Into ''it's'' eyes I would spit
With words I will do this, from where I sit.

''it's'' Turn

The implant Urn.
The simple ant stole our Urn.
I think this sits on Saturn.
'Tis there where sat the Urn.
Since near when time began to turn.
And now with our own Sun, ''it'' attempts to burn.
When will this simple ant ever learn.
'Tis said never, ''it'' will have to burn.
And then the Urn will be returned.
'Tis then we all will learn.
And the Earth will be with Fern.

Name ''it'' tiw E.L.F. Radar Flew ''it'' Tie Man

I fear not for mistake.
For I have found the truth, with a word rake.
The truth of words, from an Astral lake.
For Omia, I here did spake.

Tiw E.L.F. Radar Flew ''it''

Rise Earth man and look into our skies.
'Tis there you'll see, the signs of spies.
'Tis there that be, the evil watching eyes.
Rise Earth man, the truth is nigh.
''it'' comes from below and flies through our skies.
Believe this brother, you've been filled with lies.

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