1-1-14

sketch
9-17-13
One cannot know unity
When it's all about the me
That always wants to be the one in control
Making my rough sketch of a church across the street
In that I come in from the cold
That has not yet come to town
Where the end of the commandment is charity
As the outcome of the word is love
According to the epistle written to Timothy...




Vile
9-17 -13

O, Lord how I am quite vile
To count myself worthy to dwell with you
For a little while
In contrast quite black
Amongst all that is white
Waiting all day for the falling
Of a beautiful autumn night
Picturing what it will be like
When snowstorms make their way
To cause me to shiver
Giving me much more to yet say
Where much is yet to be inspired by adversity...




Lord Willing
9-17-13

O, will we live to see our Superbowl fifty
O, Lord willing
If he finds it useful and nifty
As a part of this purpose and plan
Using not these words
To bring attention to thyself
Saying these prayers for the edification
Of neighbors I have not names for
O, will we live to see
O, will we find such a way
Beyond what is I and me
O, the dichotomy
Serving as this obstacle to but refine...




Dichotomy
9-18-13

Eliminating opposites unifies them
Of which are essential for all things that consist
According to God's plans
Of hot and cold, rich and poor
Hungry and full
As breezes blow sweet and cool
Seeking my remedy today in First Kings
Reading of my personal Solomon within
Praying for the wisdom
To know how to react
To the situation at hand
Seeking not to be understood
But to be first one to understand...




Up Since Five
9-18-13

I've been up since five
While upon thus grace I nurse and thrive
Giving God thanks to be alive
Where Jason tends to be disposed to study
Oneself to be approved
Working as a scholar and apprentice and gentleman
Hoping to be today a prayer warrior
For those that struggle
Wishing them well in all they read and write
Where I can know my eternal self while embodied
Even in the flesh that is needful...

12-31-13 b

Why, the Thorn
9-17-13

The thorn in my flesh
Is to cause me to be humbled
So that I will not swell with conceit
Where I'll be brought back down
For the cause of sobriety and humility
Starting another journal
On my journey of justification
Greeting the dichonomy
To teach me the wholeness of being
Of which I long to return to
In tonight's meditation...




My Verse
9-17-13

Remaining with what can never be used up
In turning to a God inexhaustible
And available at any place
One is here and now and today
Doing another three-sixty
With this alchemy
Of what is appearing the same
As that which is not remaining
With what can never be used up
In that there is enough for us all...

12-31-13

Purpose Served
9-17-13

Thorns in the flesh
Are a token of great knowledge
In that Solomon doth reign after me
In the stead of the Scholar
That seeks out more
With thorns in one's side
To serve as the evidence of things not seen
To serve God's purpose in all refinement
Cast into the furnace again
Closer to such perfection
Yet to shine forth
With the light I choose to capture
In eyes at rest
Where the burden and its blessing
Brings out in me that is best...




Reset Button
9-17-13

Still in twenty-thirteen
I say what I mean and fill the canteen
Yet crass, unrefined, unfledged callow and green
Bringing back what was me
Eight months in the past
That exists only In what I can grasp
Coming in the form of experience
In who I am today
In the process of practice
Of reciting Scripture
On my neighbor's voicemail
To serve as a pastime
I have fallen away from
Soon to press another reset button
On that which I'd love to get back to...




Permission
9-17-13

Permitting the paradox
Of wanting affliction to vanish
And allowing such to be just what it is
Writing the lyrics of a brand new tune
Both euphonious and cacophonous under heaven
Observing the beauty
That can only be in such contrast
To what is ugly
Where the darkness dissipates
By the available light...




New Tracks
9-17-13

Needing the sun to photosynthesise
External layers of this grace
To receive more than what one diserves
According to outward appearance
By the illusion of what one can grasp
In new tracks of light
Written by those with something on their hearts to yet expound
Taking not for granted religious freedom in all of this
With gnashing teeth and such a desire
To find yet more
Of what I could not see...






Gift
9-17-13

Only because there is evil
Can one know of the good
And only by one's quartz stone
Can one caress the textures of a table of cedar wood
Where the sign so reads
That my gift will write the next chapter
Coming in the form of an inward prophet
Where we can know of beauty only because of ugliness
Where before and after go together
To this throne of grace...




Oft Refreshed
9-17-13

Soon to fulfill my cigarette karma
Not mine but of those whom had planted
Oft refreshed
With crosses slanted
To serve the purpose
In stand again upright
Where I cry O, Lord be with my mind
The rest of today
Where the husbandman
Must first be a partaker of his own fruits
To know just how it tastes... 


these poems were scribbled at the Queen Street library in the city of York where I was quite vulnerable to surroundings...

12-27-13 session

Where Am I?
10-11-13

O, where is our corn and wine
O, where is our oil
To serve as our anointing and fresh sign
Swooned as the wounded in our streets
Where the city doth sit solitary
Hiding beneath linen sheets
O, where is our increase
Of produce and lambs
With their blemishes
Not fit to offer upon altars of gold, silver and brass
O, where is our bullock and ass
O, where am I without my fair lass....




Jell
10-11-13

Yet to congeal and crystalize
Are such words of the foolish
And of as well the wise
Yet to be seen as substantial and definite
More crystal clear in the good word
That inspires today many new songs
Written by my common ink
Of a ready and humble pen
For the sake of words alone
By which I am delivered from my lion's den
Yet to congeal and to crystalize
In all consistency...




Giving Of Thanks
10-11-13


Thank you Jesus
For making me just who I am
On another Dylan rainy afternoon
Of leisure and verse
Seeing another blessing
In what would seem to be a curse
In no need for a prerequisite nor to rehearse
Letting my pen fly as a sparrow
Making company with the dove
Taking up the sword of the word
That points straight to the love
Seeking all that lies within and above...




Darling
10-11-13

O, virgin daughter of Zion
The bride of Christ
Thou art something worth stealing
Like pirates at their own heist
Where thriving is our marketplace
And antiques are specially priced
O, lover what should I compare thee to today
But a miracle of where believing is seeing
O, darling
O, my only lover
How should I describe thee
Amongst all splendor and illumination
We can but percieve by fleshly senses here now and today
For the sake of itself...





Buttress
10-11-13

Yet to buttress and to encourage
One that is weak in the faith
But strong while in this faith
Exercised by he whom applies it to life
Yet to be as a pillar and a grove
By the mystery of another garlic clove
Yet to prop up and support
With words that doth admonish and exhort
With my only agenda today of smoke and tea
And as well the discovery
Again of the real me...



One, Two, Three
10-11-13

Nestorians only believe of the two
Where we believe in three
Saying a blessing upon the falling rain
To bless my main tree
Saying a blessing upon these pens
That are extensions of what lies deep
Like the roots of the real me
Where the Nestorians only believe in the two
Where one is the lonliest number
Approaching these holidays
Of remembrance of that which is you...




Prayer For Manna
10-11-13

Today I pray for the manna
Seeing it as a safe request to make
By way of this humble pen
As when one writes it down
There is a better chance for such success today
Praying for the quails
In knowing that God's love never fails
Where today I pray for manna
To see that there is no consequence in asking...




My Study
10-11-13

Studying today the art of love
In all knowledge and utterance
That comes from within and above
Getting up in the morning
To stand by my king
Allowing my voice to be poured forth as I sing
Studying today the roots that reach deep from the tree
On another rainy afternoon
Where I can coe to know the real me
Yet to reiterate those lyrics
That sreve as stepping stones
From this brook of affliction
That will be today our joy
Where tears run down day and night...




My Paint Box
10-11-13

Yet to paint white my plywood fence
Not in the form of hues one can see
Nor of such try to make sense
Taking up idle brushes
As if they were pens
Where the great father rooster
Calls home all of his hens
Where many are fallen by the sword
In thousands
In hundreds and fifties and in tens
Not according to any verse I can remember
In the day of his fury
Where thou hast not pitied....

12-26-13 session

rough mix of October 10, 2013




Synod
10-10-13

subtle and synodic
Are the meloncholy and melodic
Where we need to know
Of both weal and woe
To see the whole picture
Much more clearly now
To the sound of prog
Where again I beat the grog
In that wet will be made the acacia log
Hoping to build our ark
To shine light upon what is dark
And start a fire by means of one notable spark
Subtle and synodic
Yet to assemble
According to all altruistic affairs....



On Deuteronomy 10:10
10-10-13

Autocephalous alliterations
Aspire to angst
That is much needed
To know the entire forest for the trees
In autocephalous agricultrual antagonism
To serve as the stepping stone
To bring us srtaight through
To the west side of Jordan
A land that floweth with milk and honey
Where we will but water and bread with money
And make due on days like today
When it is not so sunny
Given the current number auspicious and optimistic
According to today's date
And number of studied verse
By which we can show ourselves approved



On Deuteronomy 10:16
10-10-13

I am yet to circumcise
The foreskin of my heart
And be no more stiffnecked
But O, how can I
In being willful
All along the narrow way
With the broad mind of wanderings
Through this terrible and wonderful wilderness
Yet to circumcise the foreskin of my heart
And be no more brass browed
To propigate all misunderstanding
That doth dissolve into due dilligence
Where the city doth sit solitary
And the people still imagine their vain things...



Westward Gaze
10-10-13

Of princes amongst provinces
She hath become tributary
Going to work on the studying to shew oneself approved
This will be the fruit of my labor
Back on the west end of town
To yet discover what it is
To see up close the real me
Where the city sits solitary
And has become as the widow
In that today I am given a perfect view
To the west of me
Going there with new strength
As harts that find their pasture...




On Lamentations 1:3
10-10-13

Judah goes into captivity
Stated in the present tense
To signify its significance
Where Buddha sits in silence
With all patience
Of which Christ hath with us
Beyond measure
Where a man must cease to live for only pleasure
Dealing treacherously with himself at his table
Waging war with all empty space
Merciful by the melody of meekness...




Unmanifested
10-10-13

Of my past tense plaintive passion
I would pride in my tears and perspiration
Where ink travels like tributaries
Branching off from the main course of the water
Making its way across another border
Known as the imaginary division of what lies beyond
O, so hard to describe here in words
When what we see there
Ought not be given form or fashion
When there is no one to understand us...




Significance
10-10-13

Even orphan and widow pages have their significance
By dreams of publishing this new and raw meterial
So that many might come to know
Of all that is available to everyone that has a desire to learn
Of this terrible and wonderful wilderness
Where I without ceasing pray
For my manna and quails
To make plenty this camp
Where I pass another survival test of sorts
To prove that indeed I am able in all of this...





Confidences
10-10-13

I'll be alright
Because I believe
Where the Spirit carries on
No longer afraid of when it all comes to an end
To begin again back at square one
Much like a cloud nine
Where I will be just fine
Even when I lose my way
In this terrible and wonderful wilderness
Wherein I yet wander
In woe and yet weal
Moving onto chapter eleven
To get a glimpse of what I will see in heaven...




Given
10-10-13

Given today two thousand horses
So that I might set riders upon them
And send them off to war
To makes peace in madness that is so
That there can be wholeness
Given today in our chariots of iron
Giving all pledges to the people made as the multitude
Of the stars of heaven
And the grains of sand at sea
Promised to those who will find their way





Right
10-10-13

Every man today is right in his own eyes
Going astray and yet to turn aside to lies
Preferring the darkness over the light of day
As I in that I let it fly and am low as I go high
Given my theme song
To silently sing along
To do what is right
And turn from all wrong
Takig my seat in the stead of the looking glass
Being the watcher of all that lies before me
In taking this step of faith today...



On Isaiah 36:2
10-10-13

Standing at the conduit of the upper pool
In the highway of the fuller's field
Becoming as the wise
But at first as the fool
Yet to surrender to what is to come
Wherein I yield
Given the command
Simply to read today the word of God
Moving soon onto chapter thirteen
To fill my canteen
And to say just what I mean
Where I have made again the scene
Soon again to pass another sabbath
For God's good purpose
Of me being here...




Gift
10-10-13

Repentance is a gift
And not a requirement
We do this because we get to
And not because we must
Where I believe there is a reason why I'm here
At such a circular table
With all books opened to special places
In the Lord that I seek to serve
Getting more today than what I diserve
Where repentance is a gift
And not a requirement
Where I hope to turn around again
And to give over to God all I have
Beginning with this pen
This is my request for today
That I believe that I will receive...





All I Need To Know
10-10-13

God is love
This is all I need to know
In facing my tribulation
Of going home to Mother
To know that blessing will just as well follow
Standing upon a high place
Looking down upon those I am meant to reach
Hoping that I won't miss out on this divide opportunity to begin again
God is love
This is all I need to know to succeed today...




Ingot
10-10-13

Of ingots and bars
I am wealthy in a spiritual sense
Where I gaze up into the stars
Of nuggets and of castings
I don't need to take a trip to Mars
Where on earth there is enough for us all
To live out the rest of our days
Seeking the available knowledge
That is here and now
Reading this chapter
Of the clean and the abominable
Wondering O, how can this help me
When I am not as they
Yet I can see more clearly
What we call today,
The Way...




Zeal
10-10-13

Zoroastrian zebras
Are the zeal of my zoo
Called my own menagerie
Upon my television cabinet
Sitting there for the past two years of diligent study
Of which I give my God the credit for
In that I'm here only as the observer
Like a watcher
Like an angel
To look after those that yet struggle
Half remembering last night's dreams
As I watch the rain falling upon the street
Outside my window facing east
This is my lot
And in such today
I am rich...




Terrapin
10-10-13

Transpacific terrapins
Transmute all tribulation
Trying not too hard to simply be what God has made them
Beautiful and illuminating
Inspired to write this poem by faith alone
O, may this be my remembrance
Praying without ceasing
In that their whispering
Will keep me on my toes
To be yet reassured that God knows...




First Place
10-10-13

Of the elemental and fundamental
And the rudiments of the first principles
I am inspired to that which I have aspired
Seeing with eyes closed
Into a vortex of multicolored illuminations
That come from this simplicity
Of what one can yet conceive
Where seeing doth come
Where one does believe
Knowing not where I'll be led
By the halflight of this rainy day
Beautiful just the way that it is...


10-10-13 poems written at the Queen Street Library




rough poems of 10-11-13


Chillin'
10-11-13

Loving today my God
In any and every way I know how
Yet to forbear the falling rain
That the hunsbandman doth permit and allow
Happy for his crops in fields of weal and woe
Seeing it to be a strength
To say that one does not know
Chillin' with my Dylan
In doughnut fillin'
And much less coffee spillin'
Loving God today
In any and every way I know how...




On Lamentations 1:7,8
10-11-13

Jerusalem is remembered
In the day of her affliction
Given a feminine pronoun
In being the bride
Where our Christ is the groom
Quite fitting
Where for empty spaces
Such a matter leaves room
In that Jerusalem hath grievously sinned
Therefore she is removed
Where all that once has honored her
Despise her today
Because thry have seen her nakedness
But as for me
I love her even more...




Discovery
10-11-13

Her filthiness is in her skirts
For the first time feeling ashamed in her nakedness
Trying now to cover up with badgers' skins and fig leaves
Knowing not the purpose of such a change of heart
Known by those whom gain the knowledge of the truth
Where she doth remember he first and last outcome
In space and time
To see such to be as a new beginning
According to today's verse and rhyme...




Darkest Day
10-11-13

On this darkest day
I will rejoice for as long as I am able
Turning on my Dylan CD's
To turn off my television cable
To be introduced to the true story
Yet I suffer to be my farce and fable
Letting such a thing to be just what it is
In the eyes that want to see the movie
After reading the book on this darkest day
Wherein the sun never came up
Where I settle for the halflight
By the tugging upon my steel hook
Writing these words only for the sake of themselves
By mine affliction in another flowing brook....




My Solemn Feast
10-11-13

Devouring my Deuteronomy in the dark
One verse at a time
To serve as its own igniting spark
By its own illumination
To which I incline an ear to yet hark
Where the adversary doth spread out his hand
Upon all of her pleasant things
Known by he whom jumps around
Back and forth and to and fro
To compare what is spiritual
With that which is yet carnal
Devouring my Deuteronomy in the dark...




My Dark And Light
10-11-13

 Loving today my God
With all my strength and might
Where this gloom is glad
And in this darkness shines another light
Where all shadow is illuminated
Where the black is white
Loving today my Savior
In any way I might know how
Putting on another shot of valerian tea
To salute the here and now
As so I write this rhyme
For the cause of ink alone
As so the head of the corner
Is made of such a rejected cornerstone
Now accepted by those whom walk on by...





On Lamentations 1:11
10-11-13

All of her people sigh and seek bread
Where on this darkest day
I am alive and awake
While being asleep and seemingly as dead
Given their pleasant things for drink and meat
Where I have become as vile
Writing these rhymes in my love seat
Mingled with the hatred of that which lacks perfection
Of tares amongst the chief of our wheat
Where all of her people sigh and seek bread...




Love Is More
10-11-13

Love is a gift to put into practice
And not just an emotion that spurs one on
To return home again
Where love is something to yet do
And not just as a feeling  that makes one high
In and out of happiness this afternoon
In that the sun never came out
Due to such gross darkness
Where love is the sword to take up yet not slay
Where there is no road to joy
Where happiness itself is the way....





Breach
10-11-13

Constantly giving birth
To the love put into practice
For the cause of this emptiness in its fullness
Where fire is sent into my bones
Where such doth prevail
Against those who want to remember last night's dreams
Of constantly giving birth
And breaching one's faith
Pushing hard up against the ebb and tide
Of all we can know today
Pushing until it is understood
Where all that is bad
Starts treating us good
Bruce says that in the present tense
And therefore he still does...





Gold
10-11-13

Gold in the trash
Are our archives in the form of our old school cassettes
Of such platinum in dark closets
Of that which we cannot put into words
Here upon these pages that I pour myself upon
For hours after the chime of high noon
On a rainy day when I play my Dylan archives
And write these compositions
For the sake of themselves
By the alchemy of all that is to follow...




On Lamentations 2:11
10-11-13

Mine eyes do fail with tears
So were the words I wanted to say
To release raw emotion
From a countenence made fairer in sorrow
Where my bowels are troubled
And my liver is poured upon the earth for destruction
This is what I wanted for the cause of balance
So that I might know of joy
In its good timing
According to the will of God
In ink yet rhyming....

Five Books At A Time

Five Books At A Time
written on:  2-7-2010

Hungry but full
Lacking but cool
Taking for granted the washing of the pool
Wasted but whole
Mining for gold but still searching for coal
Trying to read five books at a time
Thinking of a grand
Yet I only have a dollar and a dime
Living as if this were my last breath
Floating between my life and death
I fail, O, how I fail
To choose between the anchor and the sail
Too seriously I take it
As I will fake it and make it...