Apostle
6-7-12
Receiving apostleship
With the grace to give us strength
To run before us a good race
When we won't understand the book
When we don't know the author
He is the author of life and love
In that we thrive upon the milk of this word
Appreciated even while it's expired
For a day or two
In our receiving of apostleship
To be witnesses of what we learn in the dark
So we can teach in the light...
Trimming Hedges
6-7-12
Crusades and pesitos in my pocket
Of a pair of jeans on my bedroom floor
Yet with no regard to what is material
In that I am content
In no need to seek out more
Where all I have to offer is a prayer
Yet at least this is something
As working men trim the hedges
Of the adjacent façade
That I take upon my face
For their prosperity...
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
1-28-14 d
Ambassador
6-7-12
Yet to be the ambassador and the diplomat
Content with coffee cold and carbonation flat
Yet to be the witness of the day's events
In a loftier position
Where the man of the house repents
Yet to be the path and the Way
Given the sustenance of much more today I can say
Given the number of perfection
To bring the hope sufficient as the anchor
In being true to the you in me...
Pilate Inquires
6-7-12
Pilate inquires
Just what is the truth in the matter
Of the things that are
That reinforce what is not
When we find that these are one and the same
As we find our white stone
By the way with a new name
As Pilate finds no fault in the Savior
Still on his throne
When today I am by myself
Yet not standing all alone...
Perfect
6-7-12
Jesus was a man one hundred percent perfect
As it is said we cannot come into the world
If we are not from it
This is a truth to learn of when we are just passing through
Accepting yesterday's declining from a proposition
So that I might discover the road ahead
That would lead to my calling
Meeting other wanderers on my path
Of which I was yet to minister to
With the gift and power that is in me...
Secular Approach
6-7-12
The secular approach of America
Is as well needful
In our ways to apply to life
Today we are freely given
As the flesh as well is expedient
To the work assigned to the poet
To be the witness of what he hears and sees
As so this humanistic philosophy
Is as well part of the picture and plan
When Jesus was one hundred percent God
As well as man...
Fetid With Favor
6-7-12
That which is noisome and fetid
Is found to be pleasing
To my olfactory sense of appreciation
Where it's not so bad to have a thumb up my ass
When I like the way it smells
She is with me in my being
Of dreams that come true
Of finding the love at both hands
Like a candle I blow out again
To make my wish
For the love to see us all through...
6-7-12
Yet to be the ambassador and the diplomat
Content with coffee cold and carbonation flat
Yet to be the witness of the day's events
In a loftier position
Where the man of the house repents
Yet to be the path and the Way
Given the sustenance of much more today I can say
Given the number of perfection
To bring the hope sufficient as the anchor
In being true to the you in me...
Pilate Inquires
6-7-12
Pilate inquires
Just what is the truth in the matter
Of the things that are
That reinforce what is not
When we find that these are one and the same
As we find our white stone
By the way with a new name
As Pilate finds no fault in the Savior
Still on his throne
When today I am by myself
Yet not standing all alone...
Perfect
6-7-12
Jesus was a man one hundred percent perfect
As it is said we cannot come into the world
If we are not from it
This is a truth to learn of when we are just passing through
Accepting yesterday's declining from a proposition
So that I might discover the road ahead
That would lead to my calling
Meeting other wanderers on my path
Of which I was yet to minister to
With the gift and power that is in me...
Secular Approach
6-7-12
The secular approach of America
Is as well needful
In our ways to apply to life
Today we are freely given
As the flesh as well is expedient
To the work assigned to the poet
To be the witness of what he hears and sees
As so this humanistic philosophy
Is as well part of the picture and plan
When Jesus was one hundred percent God
As well as man...
Fetid With Favor
6-7-12
That which is noisome and fetid
Is found to be pleasing
To my olfactory sense of appreciation
Where it's not so bad to have a thumb up my ass
When I like the way it smells
She is with me in my being
Of dreams that come true
Of finding the love at both hands
Like a candle I blow out again
To make my wish
For the love to see us all through...
1-28-14 c
Faith Defined
6-5-12
Faith is defined as a measure of confidence
And of what God wishes to do to make a change in the you
That is as me
Of the consciousness of consolation
In the healing and release of the emotion
That meets up with my reason
To produce this faith
That is counted as what is wise
As all the day long
With my sunshine
I keep my eyes on this prize
Believing to already have it all in my hands...
Axiom
6-5-12
Axiomatic aphrodisiacs
Linger in thoughts of last night's dreams
Half remembered of games I would play in excess
In the days when IJ had no such apprehension
In my avarice that kept me going back to the places
Where I would get the words to carry home with me
And pour them upon this page as a bridge to reach the other shore
In my own way...
Half Page Number
6-6-12
Today seems as if it's a superstitious numerical event
If you choose to see it that way
Looking around this room
In joy and sadness intermingled
In that it is not good for a man to be alone
Knowing that they are all here to encourage us
To follow our dreams...
Four Twenty
6-6-12
Words are but signposts
To point to entities in the physical realm of beauty
To be observed by those who are in the way
On their way to splendor
And four twenty rolls around
As I allow the chariots to pull out without me
In a physical sense
Yet my heart is with them
As I partake of coffee and beans
At home with my dear girl
Named after the unmerited favor inexhaustible and indeffatiguable
Tiring not in faithful flight
Present while absent
When in this is what I choose...
On Nahum 3:17
6-6-12
The crowned are as the locusts
That swarm in this imagination
Where a lonesome poet can rejoice
In the sorrow that meets up with joy
In God's love that will much more abound
Where right at home is my feast
When everyone is out at the park
Feeding to ducks their bread
Remaining from their hot dogs
And I am content just to be here with my cat
In that I hope to quicken her indolent disposition with the love at hand...
On Nahum 3:18
6-6-12
The people are scattered on the mountains
And no man regards
Where in a game of solitaire
I take not inventory
Of the suits upon my cards
Where in the game it's not about winning the hand
When all of such plays by the opponent are planned
As she judges my next move by my absence
And I accept what I choose in staying where I'm at
As the shepherds slumber
And the nobles choose to dwell in the dust...
There And Here
6-6-12
It is spoken that if you're not with them
Then you are against them
Yet I must be true to this day of compromise
With the burden that the prophets do see
In declining from a proposition
To be truthful in my intent
Not against them
Yet choosing to be separate
While present in spirit and heart
Feeling worthy in that they want me there
As I wish them well
Just the same in my intent...
Happy To Be Square
6-6-12
Called a coward by the critic within
Yet choosing to reinforce this judgment
With an affirmation of encouragement
Reflected in the remaining light of day
As such a critic says to be there or to be square
Yet I heed not such a reputation
According to what I might be called
In choosing to stay home from the picnic
To partake in what is here
Without a need to seek after anything more
Than what is now...
I Seek Other Hermits
6-6-12
In the bible I look for a man
That is set apart from the flock
As a nonconformist
In that he will choose to go his own way
Like Jonathan Livingston Seagull
In the idea of breaking away to eat beans at home
Instead of going to the picnic
To love the aroma of his own flatulence
Later this evening
As a brother compares my life
To that of Noah
Just to be in jest
A friend even when I am distant
Seeing that in truth
I did not miss out...
6-5-12
Faith is defined as a measure of confidence
And of what God wishes to do to make a change in the you
That is as me
Of the consciousness of consolation
In the healing and release of the emotion
That meets up with my reason
To produce this faith
That is counted as what is wise
As all the day long
With my sunshine
I keep my eyes on this prize
Believing to already have it all in my hands...
Axiom
6-5-12
Axiomatic aphrodisiacs
Linger in thoughts of last night's dreams
Half remembered of games I would play in excess
In the days when IJ had no such apprehension
In my avarice that kept me going back to the places
Where I would get the words to carry home with me
And pour them upon this page as a bridge to reach the other shore
In my own way...
Half Page Number
6-6-12
Today seems as if it's a superstitious numerical event
If you choose to see it that way
Looking around this room
In joy and sadness intermingled
In that it is not good for a man to be alone
Knowing that they are all here to encourage us
To follow our dreams...
Four Twenty
6-6-12
Words are but signposts
To point to entities in the physical realm of beauty
To be observed by those who are in the way
On their way to splendor
And four twenty rolls around
As I allow the chariots to pull out without me
In a physical sense
Yet my heart is with them
As I partake of coffee and beans
At home with my dear girl
Named after the unmerited favor inexhaustible and indeffatiguable
Tiring not in faithful flight
Present while absent
When in this is what I choose...
On Nahum 3:17
6-6-12
The crowned are as the locusts
That swarm in this imagination
Where a lonesome poet can rejoice
In the sorrow that meets up with joy
In God's love that will much more abound
Where right at home is my feast
When everyone is out at the park
Feeding to ducks their bread
Remaining from their hot dogs
And I am content just to be here with my cat
In that I hope to quicken her indolent disposition with the love at hand...
On Nahum 3:18
6-6-12
The people are scattered on the mountains
And no man regards
Where in a game of solitaire
I take not inventory
Of the suits upon my cards
Where in the game it's not about winning the hand
When all of such plays by the opponent are planned
As she judges my next move by my absence
And I accept what I choose in staying where I'm at
As the shepherds slumber
And the nobles choose to dwell in the dust...
There And Here
6-6-12
It is spoken that if you're not with them
Then you are against them
Yet I must be true to this day of compromise
With the burden that the prophets do see
In declining from a proposition
To be truthful in my intent
Not against them
Yet choosing to be separate
While present in spirit and heart
Feeling worthy in that they want me there
As I wish them well
Just the same in my intent...
Happy To Be Square
6-6-12
Called a coward by the critic within
Yet choosing to reinforce this judgment
With an affirmation of encouragement
Reflected in the remaining light of day
As such a critic says to be there or to be square
Yet I heed not such a reputation
According to what I might be called
In choosing to stay home from the picnic
To partake in what is here
Without a need to seek after anything more
Than what is now...
I Seek Other Hermits
6-6-12
In the bible I look for a man
That is set apart from the flock
As a nonconformist
In that he will choose to go his own way
Like Jonathan Livingston Seagull
In the idea of breaking away to eat beans at home
Instead of going to the picnic
To love the aroma of his own flatulence
Later this evening
As a brother compares my life
To that of Noah
Just to be in jest
A friend even when I am distant
Seeing that in truth
I did not miss out...
1-28-14 b
paging back to June of 2012
Handouts
6-4-12
Handouts to stray cats
Are my gestures of hospitality
As a good Samaritan
Like a cigarette Jesus
Thronged by those that traverse
And are lost by the way
It is a way to be
And not just to be passing on through
In handouts to stray cats
This is good
Even if it's all I have to give...
bumming cigarettes was my ministry....
Elementary
6-4-12
The tallest of trees
Can be seen from all around the world
An observation elementary
But I am no more lofty
Than these babes in their want and need for milk
Such represents a king that meant no harm
To the four upon which no flame had any effect
Elementary, my dead Hawthorn
So to speak in my greeting
To those to which I lend a hand...
Inside Work
6-4-12
In the acknowledgment of the inventory
Of that which is loaned to me
Under a roof for which I am thankful
I bide the late morning with smoke and tea
Cleaning corners of dust and debris
To come to terms of the price I pay
For what comes for free
In the acknowledgement of the material
Keeping me going through hours of leisure
In that I'm put to my inside work...
Quoting Nahum 2:6
6-4-12
The gates of the rivers
Shall be pried ajar
As the palaces are dissolved
As in my dream I report to class
Where equations I have never seen
Are quite easily solved
Showing up for divine appointments
That were never on my schedule in the first place
Where my only agenda is to write these words
As sitting right beside me is God's Grace..
Definition
6-4-12
Redefining athelete's foot
To serve as a newfangled mystery
On a day where the weather is capricious
And the firmament is ever changing
Keeping my eyes on the cat that sits beside me
To redefine a sense of security
In the pleasure of the itch between my toes
As a part of my fetish
That makes me who I am
In nocturnal endeavors to heal...
My Work
6-4-12
Reasoning and intellection
Seems to be the only work I can apply to life
On days of studies of this word made flesh
Seeing that it is spiritual
When I don't give up on such a work
Counted as something
With material enough to be set for life
However one might define such a word
With reasoning and intellection
Of endless ideas to keep me going in this
Where logic and emotion will yet meet up...
Candy Month
6-4-12
Fondant and confectionaries
Are the theme for this June
Being that it is candy month
Where I can live on such
For a little while longer
With salt and sugar
To be in the stead of the trigger
That I need not pull
In that I am wise to be as the fool
Of fondant and confectionaries
As the heir of procrastination
And the king on a throne
Established by faith
Sweet to the taste...
My Two Years So Far
6-4-12
....commemorating my two years of sobriety
My hope is the anchor of the soul
Sure and steadfast
When I wake again to my coffee
And then again in the evening
I partake
Being with almost two years of sobriety
This is the work of my love for God
In any way I might know how
Not slothful in that I cover the ground upon which I stand
Confident where I take my seat
On my throne of hope
As the anchor of my soul...
Works Not Dead
6-4-12
And when I quote the Scripture
A portion of the Spirit will flow through me
Not me but he whom is in me
This will be my living work
To quicken all that appears to be as dead
Where early June this morning felt like autumn somehow
In the humidity with twigs blown from trees wet with rain
As words flow like rivers of oil
That lubricate my being
So that again I am made alive...
Voice To Share
6-4-12
There is a city built in south Michigan
With the name of Battle Creek
In that I know of a power
When I might be somewhat weak
As we learn again of how blessed are the meek
As my Dictaphone serves as another form of pen
In the form of a voice today I have to share
With a late lunch to hold me over
To what is then
That is not yet in view...
Acquaintance
6-4-12
Modern day hippies are made known on other paths
We choose to salute
In that all we need is the love
That all can have access to
No matter where you are
These are the peace makers that never give in
Rising again every time they get the wind knocked out of them in their smoke
As such will be to me a beautiful yoke
Believing that this love doth heal
In that it's so much more than what I feel...
Hedge
6-4-12
I can be as the hedge
In that I pray for those I see on the evening news
And this hedge is the Christ that every day I must choose
Willing to fail sometimes
And accepting the games I might lose
Only to perfect my perseverance
In not giving up the fight all day long
That seems to my flesh as a thousand years
Time well spent with my flowers in my garden of songs
Sweet to dull ears
Sharpened by the bliss it has to offer
As the hedge in trust
On days I don't take much to eat and drink...
Handouts
6-4-12
Handouts to stray cats
Are my gestures of hospitality
As a good Samaritan
Like a cigarette Jesus
Thronged by those that traverse
And are lost by the way
It is a way to be
And not just to be passing on through
In handouts to stray cats
This is good
Even if it's all I have to give...
bumming cigarettes was my ministry....
Elementary
6-4-12
The tallest of trees
Can be seen from all around the world
An observation elementary
But I am no more lofty
Than these babes in their want and need for milk
Such represents a king that meant no harm
To the four upon which no flame had any effect
Elementary, my dead Hawthorn
So to speak in my greeting
To those to which I lend a hand...
Inside Work
6-4-12
In the acknowledgment of the inventory
Of that which is loaned to me
Under a roof for which I am thankful
I bide the late morning with smoke and tea
Cleaning corners of dust and debris
To come to terms of the price I pay
For what comes for free
In the acknowledgement of the material
Keeping me going through hours of leisure
In that I'm put to my inside work...
Quoting Nahum 2:6
6-4-12
The gates of the rivers
Shall be pried ajar
As the palaces are dissolved
As in my dream I report to class
Where equations I have never seen
Are quite easily solved
Showing up for divine appointments
That were never on my schedule in the first place
Where my only agenda is to write these words
As sitting right beside me is God's Grace..
Definition
6-4-12
Redefining athelete's foot
To serve as a newfangled mystery
On a day where the weather is capricious
And the firmament is ever changing
Keeping my eyes on the cat that sits beside me
To redefine a sense of security
In the pleasure of the itch between my toes
As a part of my fetish
That makes me who I am
In nocturnal endeavors to heal...
My Work
6-4-12
Reasoning and intellection
Seems to be the only work I can apply to life
On days of studies of this word made flesh
Seeing that it is spiritual
When I don't give up on such a work
Counted as something
With material enough to be set for life
However one might define such a word
With reasoning and intellection
Of endless ideas to keep me going in this
Where logic and emotion will yet meet up...
Candy Month
6-4-12
Fondant and confectionaries
Are the theme for this June
Being that it is candy month
Where I can live on such
For a little while longer
With salt and sugar
To be in the stead of the trigger
That I need not pull
In that I am wise to be as the fool
Of fondant and confectionaries
As the heir of procrastination
And the king on a throne
Established by faith
Sweet to the taste...
My Two Years So Far
6-4-12
....commemorating my two years of sobriety
My hope is the anchor of the soul
Sure and steadfast
When I wake again to my coffee
And then again in the evening
I partake
Being with almost two years of sobriety
This is the work of my love for God
In any way I might know how
Not slothful in that I cover the ground upon which I stand
Confident where I take my seat
On my throne of hope
As the anchor of my soul...
Works Not Dead
6-4-12
And when I quote the Scripture
A portion of the Spirit will flow through me
Not me but he whom is in me
This will be my living work
To quicken all that appears to be as dead
Where early June this morning felt like autumn somehow
In the humidity with twigs blown from trees wet with rain
As words flow like rivers of oil
That lubricate my being
So that again I am made alive...
Voice To Share
6-4-12
There is a city built in south Michigan
With the name of Battle Creek
In that I know of a power
When I might be somewhat weak
As we learn again of how blessed are the meek
As my Dictaphone serves as another form of pen
In the form of a voice today I have to share
With a late lunch to hold me over
To what is then
That is not yet in view...
Acquaintance
6-4-12
Modern day hippies are made known on other paths
We choose to salute
In that all we need is the love
That all can have access to
No matter where you are
These are the peace makers that never give in
Rising again every time they get the wind knocked out of them in their smoke
As such will be to me a beautiful yoke
Believing that this love doth heal
In that it's so much more than what I feel...
Hedge
6-4-12
I can be as the hedge
In that I pray for those I see on the evening news
And this hedge is the Christ that every day I must choose
Willing to fail sometimes
And accepting the games I might lose
Only to perfect my perseverance
In not giving up the fight all day long
That seems to my flesh as a thousand years
Time well spent with my flowers in my garden of songs
Sweet to dull ears
Sharpened by the bliss it has to offer
As the hedge in trust
On days I don't take much to eat and drink...
1-28-14
Eleatic
10-27-13
By Eleatic enthusiasm
We choose to believe in the one God
Of the one indivisible and unchanging reality
Manifested by the illusion
Of what we can taste in our cup of herbal tea
In its decadence by Eleatic enablement
Of this grace and apostleship
Witten of by our apostle Paul
That I read of today
For the cause of consciousness
By faith and in grace and love...
Ducat
10-27-13
With ducats and golden coins
e regard the cloth to cover our loins
Realizing our nakedness
In the garden from which we still yet fall
Where it was of necessity
To fall from grace
And pass on into imperfection
So that we can be delivered for all offences
I am not one to speak
But one to pen what I have seen...
Valerian
10-27-13
Praying for the following fifty bright ideas
According to revelation
Praying for the power to my pen
To the sound of playing my Rush archives
To set the mood for hopefulness
And such a grace not a license to sin
But as empowerment to do what's right
Sipping valerian for stealth in love with all might
Praying for the quickening
To prophesy in part
Yet not partial
Choosing no favorites
Praying, praying, praying...
On Romans 1:3
10-27-13
Born of the seed of David
According to the flesh
Bringing in the holiday season
To light our trees afresh
Living it one day at a time
Wherein the fields I till and thresh
Being true to myself
When no one else will
Born again into this grace, our free gift
And nothing of ourselves
By eyes of fire
And feet of burnished brass
Crushed under the glory once again...
Return
10-27-13
I return to the congregation
To with manna be well fed
Where he declares to the son of God with power
According to the spirit of holiness
By the resurrection from the dead
Counting it a miracle
That at six I step out of bed
Putting my first foot down by my faith
That is real and not just in my head
Where I return to the congregation
Hoping to receive the free gift of grace
Not according to what I can do
But by what has already been said...
Glad To Quote
10-27-13
Receiving yet the lively oracles of the living word
Where truth to us is no longer strange
And love for one another is far from absurd
Knowing not where I'm going with this
But to fill in the spaces between the things that are seen
Through closed eyelids
Exposed to the light of day
Confessing to love yet the dark of night
Receiving yet apostleship and grace
As our free gift
Not of ourselves
Lest any should boast
Glad to quote these passages
To impart to you these songs of hope...
Whale
10-27-13
Rorquals and baleens
Are observed by pirates and men of means
To paint the extra added scenes of hues
That triumph over shadow
Saving the whales from those carrying harpoons and spears
Yielding to the love that doth cast out all fears
Given seven more hours of this which I do for the cause of faith
And a prayer that God hears for rorquals and baleens
I observe all of the beauty of deep seas where I set sail...
Impetus
10-27-13
By such impetus and force
Anointed is at the gates our favorite racing horse
Sanctified and set apart by gallop and canter
Being one to yet boast in belligerent banter
Learning these figures of speech
For the cause yet to teach
Yet still not to practice what I preach
Making it just barely by the fuzz of a sweet ripe peach
By such impetus and impelling force
Of the nature that one accepts as his own...
Stringent
10-27-13
By stringency, scarceness and strain
Affluence will come down from the firmament like rain
When we choose to give as a way to live
Beside ourselves in liberality
Where godliness is our great gain
Imposing rigorous standards
For the cause of what can be done
Among those whom are without
Standing outside the circle
Of a life we hope to yet achieve
Hoping to do something
With what we have come to believe...
10-27-13
By Eleatic enthusiasm
We choose to believe in the one God
Of the one indivisible and unchanging reality
Manifested by the illusion
Of what we can taste in our cup of herbal tea
In its decadence by Eleatic enablement
Of this grace and apostleship
Witten of by our apostle Paul
That I read of today
For the cause of consciousness
By faith and in grace and love...
Ducat
10-27-13
With ducats and golden coins
e regard the cloth to cover our loins
Realizing our nakedness
In the garden from which we still yet fall
Where it was of necessity
To fall from grace
And pass on into imperfection
So that we can be delivered for all offences
I am not one to speak
But one to pen what I have seen...
Valerian
10-27-13
Praying for the following fifty bright ideas
According to revelation
Praying for the power to my pen
To the sound of playing my Rush archives
To set the mood for hopefulness
And such a grace not a license to sin
But as empowerment to do what's right
Sipping valerian for stealth in love with all might
Praying for the quickening
To prophesy in part
Yet not partial
Choosing no favorites
Praying, praying, praying...
On Romans 1:3
10-27-13
Born of the seed of David
According to the flesh
Bringing in the holiday season
To light our trees afresh
Living it one day at a time
Wherein the fields I till and thresh
Being true to myself
When no one else will
Born again into this grace, our free gift
And nothing of ourselves
By eyes of fire
And feet of burnished brass
Crushed under the glory once again...
Return
10-27-13
I return to the congregation
To with manna be well fed
Where he declares to the son of God with power
According to the spirit of holiness
By the resurrection from the dead
Counting it a miracle
That at six I step out of bed
Putting my first foot down by my faith
That is real and not just in my head
Where I return to the congregation
Hoping to receive the free gift of grace
Not according to what I can do
But by what has already been said...
Glad To Quote
10-27-13
Receiving yet the lively oracles of the living word
Where truth to us is no longer strange
And love for one another is far from absurd
Knowing not where I'm going with this
But to fill in the spaces between the things that are seen
Through closed eyelids
Exposed to the light of day
Confessing to love yet the dark of night
Receiving yet apostleship and grace
As our free gift
Not of ourselves
Lest any should boast
Glad to quote these passages
To impart to you these songs of hope...
Whale
10-27-13
Rorquals and baleens
Are observed by pirates and men of means
To paint the extra added scenes of hues
That triumph over shadow
Saving the whales from those carrying harpoons and spears
Yielding to the love that doth cast out all fears
Given seven more hours of this which I do for the cause of faith
And a prayer that God hears for rorquals and baleens
I observe all of the beauty of deep seas where I set sail...
Impetus
10-27-13
By such impetus and force
Anointed is at the gates our favorite racing horse
Sanctified and set apart by gallop and canter
Being one to yet boast in belligerent banter
Learning these figures of speech
For the cause yet to teach
Yet still not to practice what I preach
Making it just barely by the fuzz of a sweet ripe peach
By such impetus and impelling force
Of the nature that one accepts as his own...
Stringent
10-27-13
By stringency, scarceness and strain
Affluence will come down from the firmament like rain
When we choose to give as a way to live
Beside ourselves in liberality
Where godliness is our great gain
Imposing rigorous standards
For the cause of what can be done
Among those whom are without
Standing outside the circle
Of a life we hope to yet achieve
Hoping to do something
With what we have come to believe...
Monday, January 27, 2014
1-27-14
Auscultation
10-26-13
By the auscultation of affinity
We can hear what is taking place
In the bowels of he whom is a consumer of starch
Given the cool of autumn
Parallel here and now to the month of March
Up tomorrow bright and early
To see the sunrise once again
Asking for a double portion
Upon my tablet and my pen
Hoping and praying for inspiration
By way of where and when
Where the who and the how are the given
Of what one can know of it...
Line Storm
10-26-13
Watching the line storm of our equinox
Dreaming of coke and rum on the rocks
Knowing the door upon which the seeker
With importunity knocks
Back home from a wonderful lunch with Mother
To later today hook up again with my brother
Watching the line storm come down in its force
In allowing nature to take her own course
Being one not to set the cart before the horse
Whatever that might mean
According to idiom and allusion...
Wager
10-26-13
If the creator made the serpent twice
O, what will be our wager in the vice in its price
Knowing no new rhyme scheme of fish and rice
Just as natural as a cat chasing after her mice
O, why do I rhyme like so
When inflections are never required
To write our page of new material rehashed
From all that has already been said and done
Quoting artists that have made it far
Saying a wish upon our morning star...
Inheritance
10-26-13
Deep and dark
Down in the forest of Arden
God doth have his mercy, compassion and pardon
Deep and dark inside the mind of a poet
In his bosom blooms almond rods beyond the garden
To signify our arrival in our Jordan promised land
That we believe to inherit
When given the faith of a mustard seed
Deep and dark in the grotto
To hide out in our safety
Resting assured...
On Acts 7:22
10-26-13
Moses was mighty in his deeds and words
Learned in all the knowledge of Egypt
According to the trees, beasts and birds
Of what we can clearly see
That is transitory and manifest
To inspire another adventure
When I make my way back west
Given the incentive to go there again
So that I can be mighty
By tablet and pen
Going to see my unknown brethren
In the now that pertains to what is then...
Ardeb
10-26-13
Measuring my ardebs, bushels and liters
Are loose coins that fill those parking meters
Needing no violation
When I pay up and steep my tea
Once again in my holiday cup
Knowing not where to go from here
Save the faith of a mustard seed
That goes a long way
Astounded and baffled by the lyrics I clearly hear
With ears inclined...
Gudgeon
10-26-13
Of pivot, gudgeon, axle and shaft
I once cried upon my pillow
And then violently I laughed
According to the raw emotion
I once had in turning the screw for good and bad
And for good and ill
I feel this way
Coming to terms with what there is to say
By pintle, rudder, axle and screw
All has been said and done
And nothing under the sun is new...
Ear
10-26-13
In my inactivity of active listening
I discern all other accompaniments
By the avacados cut and peeled
By my senses yet reeled
And a love letter sealed
To she of my days of obscurity
And my fervent desire to know her like that
As a stranger in the land of my Midian
In a dream half remembered of going around the corner
Dryshod And quite safely around the bend
To where I still want to go
When I yet awaken before the sun...
10-26-13
By the auscultation of affinity
We can hear what is taking place
In the bowels of he whom is a consumer of starch
Given the cool of autumn
Parallel here and now to the month of March
Up tomorrow bright and early
To see the sunrise once again
Asking for a double portion
Upon my tablet and my pen
Hoping and praying for inspiration
By way of where and when
Where the who and the how are the given
Of what one can know of it...
Line Storm
10-26-13
Watching the line storm of our equinox
Dreaming of coke and rum on the rocks
Knowing the door upon which the seeker
With importunity knocks
Back home from a wonderful lunch with Mother
To later today hook up again with my brother
Watching the line storm come down in its force
In allowing nature to take her own course
Being one not to set the cart before the horse
Whatever that might mean
According to idiom and allusion...
Wager
10-26-13
If the creator made the serpent twice
O, what will be our wager in the vice in its price
Knowing no new rhyme scheme of fish and rice
Just as natural as a cat chasing after her mice
O, why do I rhyme like so
When inflections are never required
To write our page of new material rehashed
From all that has already been said and done
Quoting artists that have made it far
Saying a wish upon our morning star...
Inheritance
10-26-13
Deep and dark
Down in the forest of Arden
God doth have his mercy, compassion and pardon
Deep and dark inside the mind of a poet
In his bosom blooms almond rods beyond the garden
To signify our arrival in our Jordan promised land
That we believe to inherit
When given the faith of a mustard seed
Deep and dark in the grotto
To hide out in our safety
Resting assured...
On Acts 7:22
10-26-13
Moses was mighty in his deeds and words
Learned in all the knowledge of Egypt
According to the trees, beasts and birds
Of what we can clearly see
That is transitory and manifest
To inspire another adventure
When I make my way back west
Given the incentive to go there again
So that I can be mighty
By tablet and pen
Going to see my unknown brethren
In the now that pertains to what is then...
Ardeb
10-26-13
Measuring my ardebs, bushels and liters
Are loose coins that fill those parking meters
Needing no violation
When I pay up and steep my tea
Once again in my holiday cup
Knowing not where to go from here
Save the faith of a mustard seed
That goes a long way
Astounded and baffled by the lyrics I clearly hear
With ears inclined...
Gudgeon
10-26-13
Of pivot, gudgeon, axle and shaft
I once cried upon my pillow
And then violently I laughed
According to the raw emotion
I once had in turning the screw for good and bad
And for good and ill
I feel this way
Coming to terms with what there is to say
By pintle, rudder, axle and screw
All has been said and done
And nothing under the sun is new...
Ear
10-26-13
In my inactivity of active listening
I discern all other accompaniments
By the avacados cut and peeled
By my senses yet reeled
And a love letter sealed
To she of my days of obscurity
And my fervent desire to know her like that
As a stranger in the land of my Midian
In a dream half remembered of going around the corner
Dryshod And quite safely around the bend
To where I still want to go
When I yet awaken before the sun...
Sunday, January 26, 2014
1-26-14
On Acts 7:11
10-26-13
Finding no sustenance
In the dearth and drought
Hoping to grasp what the illustration is all about
Knowing faith and belief
In the shadow of another doubt
On another fruitless search
Turning out abundant
By a smile to absorb such a pout
In such great affliction
Designed to instruct those
On the path to this wellness and recovery
Here, now and today
That serves as a gift we can know
In earthren vessels..
Corn
10-26-13
Joseph hears that there is corn in the land of Egypt
Not a place to try to leave
But an example of where we are yet to triumph
By the decadence of another light lunch
Of all pulse by which the princes are proven
More comely than those whom ate of the king's meat
Stated in the present tense
To acknowledge the dream I had last night
Of childhood bicycle excursions
Across the county line
Into opportunity itself
Permeating what can be seen and heard
With ears inclined...
Jacob Goes Down
10-26-13
Jacob goes down into Egypt and dies
Stated in the present tense
According to our time that but flies
Spreading her wings in our expanse
Of romance
Not according to shape or size
Playing today my old school cassettes
In hopes to have no further rues or regrets
Of all I can know and feel
By my listening and day watch
By which we place our bets
Where Jacob doth rise up again
To see what can be known
By those that inquire...
Roof
10-26-13
Our roof is represented
As a standard of limitation
Scoring the staple of avacados
Seeking not a spurious imitation
Given new vices and choices
In the manner of produce
Setting my pens free
And cutting all inward poets loose
Yet to raise the roof
And refuse the standard of the norm
Living still in the complex
Similar to the collage dorm
On my longest sojourn
I have taken in my stay...
Saturday, January 25, 2014
1-25-14 b
flipping over to book ten of 2013
Offering
10-26 -13
Beginning my tenth book of the year
Yet to offer up a tenth
Of plunders and spoil with good cheer
In recollections of dreams
Of she whom befriends me
For the cause of faith and commoraderie
To bring to mine left eye a sweet tear
By another onrush In which no ill is intended
By the words of my mouth
And my pen made real
And no longer pretended
Beginning my tenth book
With its bright blue cover
Yet to aspire to such an idol like a lover
Set in place to serve mine affection...
Pasturwise
10-26-13
Positioning passions pasturewise
Knowing not such a definition in lexicon pursuits
With endeavors for all that is nowhere
Measuring out these forevers
In hopes for a heaven
Where we will all understand one another
In perfect love
Yet to go again deep within
As well as beyond and above
This is my hope to see you there...
My First Cup
10-26-13
Welcome home so whispers the still small voice
Where I open my eyes to the first track of sunlight
Casting its shadows upon my west wall
In sipping on chamomile and valerian
To set the mood of O, welcome home
Wherein we inquire O where is such
Sensitive by way of speech, hearing, smell and touch
Where transitory is all that is tactile
Like a defect serving as a crutch
Made for man
Like this Sabbath day
Of such and such...
Event
10-26-13
The name of Moses seems to be articulated
In the lyrics I hear at first blush
Where the name of Jesus might be blasphemed
By my arousal upon the event of my first crush
Writing these words for no cause
Save these words alone
Yet to wade in warm and deep streams
To find a smooth stone
To yet suit my sling
I take up wherein I don't stand alone
Going against my Goliath
Yet just the same praying for him
To come to know...
Sallow
10-26-13
Sallow complexions are justified
By alibies of shadows
Cast by this first light
Known by prophets that write about
What they are yet to reveal
By way of pen on pages
Of passion profound
With no sense of direction
In going another round
Back in the corner
To sip cold water
Of high quality sound
Of sallow complexions
To indicate our weakness
Embraced as an attribute
Of all that is me...
Sun Meets Rain
10-26-13
Profound and deep
Are drops of tea with herbs that seep
In taking by faith another quantum leap
Knowing not where I might land
In hopes for a heaven where we will all understand
Profound and profane
In a better place where sun meets rain
Praying this riff and this hook
As if such could work its wonders
Embracing all of such fallacies and blunders
Profound and deep
By laughter by which one can weep...
Alum
10-26-13
Iron sharpens iron
By the astringent of such alum
Of my styptic stipulation
Seeing such to be my advantage
In all alchemy where gold
Is being born into her own existence
Giving such a feminine pronoun
For the cause of beauty
To behold by the way
Where we yet stand fast
Against the tides in dreams of going there again...
Valence
10-26-13
By trivalent alloys of base metals
We can know its quality
In the sciences that baffle me today
For the cause of inspiration
In this wonderful wilderness of weal
Choosing to see the sunny side of life
By trivalent and univalent surfaces
Manifested by the illusion
Of what one can come to grasp
By senses alone
Where he whom is without sin
Hopes to cast the first stone...
Offering
10-26 -13
Beginning my tenth book of the year
Yet to offer up a tenth
Of plunders and spoil with good cheer
In recollections of dreams
Of she whom befriends me
For the cause of faith and commoraderie
To bring to mine left eye a sweet tear
By another onrush In which no ill is intended
By the words of my mouth
And my pen made real
And no longer pretended
Beginning my tenth book
With its bright blue cover
Yet to aspire to such an idol like a lover
Set in place to serve mine affection...
Pasturwise
10-26-13
Positioning passions pasturewise
Knowing not such a definition in lexicon pursuits
With endeavors for all that is nowhere
Measuring out these forevers
In hopes for a heaven
Where we will all understand one another
In perfect love
Yet to go again deep within
As well as beyond and above
This is my hope to see you there...
My First Cup
10-26-13
Welcome home so whispers the still small voice
Where I open my eyes to the first track of sunlight
Casting its shadows upon my west wall
In sipping on chamomile and valerian
To set the mood of O, welcome home
Wherein we inquire O where is such
Sensitive by way of speech, hearing, smell and touch
Where transitory is all that is tactile
Like a defect serving as a crutch
Made for man
Like this Sabbath day
Of such and such...
Event
10-26-13
The name of Moses seems to be articulated
In the lyrics I hear at first blush
Where the name of Jesus might be blasphemed
By my arousal upon the event of my first crush
Writing these words for no cause
Save these words alone
Yet to wade in warm and deep streams
To find a smooth stone
To yet suit my sling
I take up wherein I don't stand alone
Going against my Goliath
Yet just the same praying for him
To come to know...
Sallow
10-26-13
Sallow complexions are justified
By alibies of shadows
Cast by this first light
Known by prophets that write about
What they are yet to reveal
By way of pen on pages
Of passion profound
With no sense of direction
In going another round
Back in the corner
To sip cold water
Of high quality sound
Of sallow complexions
To indicate our weakness
Embraced as an attribute
Of all that is me...
Sun Meets Rain
10-26-13
Profound and deep
Are drops of tea with herbs that seep
In taking by faith another quantum leap
Knowing not where I might land
In hopes for a heaven where we will all understand
Profound and profane
In a better place where sun meets rain
Praying this riff and this hook
As if such could work its wonders
Embracing all of such fallacies and blunders
Profound and deep
By laughter by which one can weep...
Alum
10-26-13
Iron sharpens iron
By the astringent of such alum
Of my styptic stipulation
Seeing such to be my advantage
In all alchemy where gold
Is being born into her own existence
Giving such a feminine pronoun
For the cause of beauty
To behold by the way
Where we yet stand fast
Against the tides in dreams of going there again...
Valence
10-26-13
By trivalent alloys of base metals
We can know its quality
In the sciences that baffle me today
For the cause of inspiration
In this wonderful wilderness of weal
Choosing to see the sunny side of life
By trivalent and univalent surfaces
Manifested by the illusion
Of what one can come to grasp
By senses alone
Where he whom is without sin
Hopes to cast the first stone...
1-25-14
Putting In Another Shift
1-4-14
I practice my faith
Every time I look down upon my bible page
Where I can always come back to it
According to today's shift and worker's wage
Being today the poet twice
Before called the sage
Before whose eyes
Jesus was clearly portrayed
Among you as crucified
Where the way is narrow
But the mind yet vast and wide
I put my faith into action
Every time I take up this pen
Being one grateful for this privilege
To read the book of Galatians again...
Dead And Alive
1-4-14
Last night I fell fast asleep
During the cotton bowl
To dream of what I would try to do
According to my new years resolution and goal
So I stood up to turn off my television
And went on my merry way back to bed
In my own way to being very much alive while dead
As so my cat uses my Schofield bible for a pillow
And man doth not live on only bread
Not by the works of the law
But by my hearing of faith
Much more than just in my head..
On Galatians 3:9
1-4-14
To my brother: O-
Those whom are of faith
Are blessed with our believing Abraham
So I answered again my telephone
And it was another money making scam
I should have talked to them about Jesus
But I just hung up and went back to my meditation
Determining to make it through the day
With a word such as beautiful
That was all I had to say
Still subject to the works of the law
And therefore I see this curse
With prayers that as well
My brother will come to understand this verse....
Possible Near Future
1-4-14
Looking into a possible near future
Where I try to fry my eggplant
Only to set off my smoke detector
Savoring the sound of those acoustics
In the present tense
That makes a whole lot more sense
Where the field of vision is vast and immense
And dollars are converted into shillings and pence
Where Christ so has borne the curse of the law
And I wonder, O can I eat it raw
The answer is both yes and no
Where it all depends
On what we seek to come to know...
Why Me?
1-4-14
Cursed are they who try to be of works
Where ugly ambition abides and lurks
For never by our own effort can we yet make it
Nor can we even try to fake it
In trying to climb the ladder into the sky
In our earnest inquiry of O me, O why
Where no one is justified by the law
In the sight of God
In that evident
Is that the just shall live by faith....
Envelope
1-4-14
To my brother: O-
Four hundred and thirty years later
A magic envelope comes into existence
So I can pay my rent come Monday
Of which we do not add nor annul
By the glory of selfies
Hung upon my west wall
Sipping today on my chamomile
As the music is a perfect description
Of all that I think and feel
Four hundred and thirty years later
The law is added because of offences
Having much to do with past, present and future tenses
Making not the promise of no effect
By the smoothness of garden fences...
1-4-14
I practice my faith
Every time I look down upon my bible page
Where I can always come back to it
According to today's shift and worker's wage
Being today the poet twice
Before called the sage
Before whose eyes
Jesus was clearly portrayed
Among you as crucified
Where the way is narrow
But the mind yet vast and wide
I put my faith into action
Every time I take up this pen
Being one grateful for this privilege
To read the book of Galatians again...
Dead And Alive
1-4-14
Last night I fell fast asleep
During the cotton bowl
To dream of what I would try to do
According to my new years resolution and goal
So I stood up to turn off my television
And went on my merry way back to bed
In my own way to being very much alive while dead
As so my cat uses my Schofield bible for a pillow
And man doth not live on only bread
Not by the works of the law
But by my hearing of faith
Much more than just in my head..
On Galatians 3:9
1-4-14
To my brother: O-
Those whom are of faith
Are blessed with our believing Abraham
So I answered again my telephone
And it was another money making scam
I should have talked to them about Jesus
But I just hung up and went back to my meditation
Determining to make it through the day
With a word such as beautiful
That was all I had to say
Still subject to the works of the law
And therefore I see this curse
With prayers that as well
My brother will come to understand this verse....
Possible Near Future
1-4-14
Looking into a possible near future
Where I try to fry my eggplant
Only to set off my smoke detector
Savoring the sound of those acoustics
In the present tense
That makes a whole lot more sense
Where the field of vision is vast and immense
And dollars are converted into shillings and pence
Where Christ so has borne the curse of the law
And I wonder, O can I eat it raw
The answer is both yes and no
Where it all depends
On what we seek to come to know...
Why Me?
1-4-14
Cursed are they who try to be of works
Where ugly ambition abides and lurks
For never by our own effort can we yet make it
Nor can we even try to fake it
In trying to climb the ladder into the sky
In our earnest inquiry of O me, O why
Where no one is justified by the law
In the sight of God
In that evident
Is that the just shall live by faith....
Envelope
1-4-14
To my brother: O-
Four hundred and thirty years later
A magic envelope comes into existence
So I can pay my rent come Monday
Of which we do not add nor annul
By the glory of selfies
Hung upon my west wall
Sipping today on my chamomile
As the music is a perfect description
Of all that I think and feel
Four hundred and thirty years later
The law is added because of offences
Having much to do with past, present and future tenses
Making not the promise of no effect
By the smoothness of garden fences...
Friday, January 24, 2014
1-24-14
Trypanosome
1-11-14
Of my trivial trypanosome
I renounce the sickness
That abides right next to the pleasure dome
Dead while I live
If this is all that I live for
Auspicious to be ominous
By such an earth that is not my home
Making straight one's paths
Lest that which is lame
Will be turned out of the way
As so in these mid winter doldrums
I can know the month of May..
On Hebrews 12:13
1-11-14
O, let it rather be healed
And to be one to know to be sealed
By the clementine that is yet to be peeled
Digging deep for the sweetness at hand
Being one to come to understand
Following peace with all men
In holiness striking oil again
Amongst our desert sand
On this darkest day
Where our claim of this gold
Is worth twenty grand
O, let it rather be healed...
Looking On
1-11-14
Looking on diligently
Lest any man should fail of this grace
Setting the spirit of the Comforter right before one's face
Observing thoughts for what they are
When they tend to get in a race
Praying without ceasing
Rejoicing evermore
In everything giving thanks
In any state to be therewith content
Into the world today I am sent
Lest the root of bitterness doth spring up
Looking on diligently...
Reading Isaiah
1-11-14
The whole head is sick
And the whole heart is faint
Taking up shovel and pick to dig deep
By the artist and his brushes and paints
Flipping back to the book of Isaiah
To be worthy to be named amongst the saints
By one's new moons and Sabbaths
And the calling of the assembly
I want to get back in there tomorrow
To see what our pastor has to say about it
Hear ye O heavens
And give ear O earth
In finding out again
Today just what treasure is worth...
My Word Search
1-11-14
Seeking it carefully with tears
Turning back the pages
To be one to face my fears
Choosing to hear that which seems quite unappealing
No longer one to be as devoid of all feeling
Seeking the understanding before such a healing
By the halflight of another cloudy Sabbath
Not to come to the mountain
That can be touched by infirmity
Which still burns with fire
For the prophet to boldly look upon
As such a sign
By the stars that doth align...
Incident On Third Street
1-11-14
Condemned was the outward religion
In feeding our peanuts to the squirrel and pigeon
By these childhood remembrances of our city dark
Across the street from our Strawberry Square
It is a time I would rather not ponder
In that it doesn't seem fair
In such a place where I had my first taste of Chinese food
Seeing that such a memory needs to be confronted
The Lord has spoken
To yet set the mood...
Bring No More Vain Oblations
1-11-14
O, to what purpose is the multitude of sacrifices
In that we can conclude
That paid in full already are these prices
In that there is no more of such an offering
According to our excess in our vices
O, to what end will be our vain oblation
That is put forth only for the conscience
According to bliss and elation
And it is written
That he is full of what can be offered
By a fleshly hand outstretched...
Spoken
1-11-14
For the mouth of the Lord has spoken
In love letters written to us as one's true token
Praying today for this understanding
So that I might write my new material
In new ways unbroken
O, how the faithful city hath become a harlot
Where white as snow is our sins as scarlet
And such is a name I will always remember
Now that I have made it through my December
For the mouth of God has spoken....
Terebinth
1-11-14
Ashamed of those terebinth trees
I have once much waned in my abode
Where heat pipes cough
And it may as well be haunted
Confounded for the gardens I have chosen
Yes, it is me for whom the streets are frozen
Defined as I go
And purging away the dross
To yet take away my alloy
In that I receive gifts
For being a very bad and good boy
Whose leaf doth fade to be blown away
In which today I have my month of May....
1-11-14
Of my trivial trypanosome
I renounce the sickness
That abides right next to the pleasure dome
Dead while I live
If this is all that I live for
Auspicious to be ominous
By such an earth that is not my home
Making straight one's paths
Lest that which is lame
Will be turned out of the way
As so in these mid winter doldrums
I can know the month of May..
On Hebrews 12:13
1-11-14
O, let it rather be healed
And to be one to know to be sealed
By the clementine that is yet to be peeled
Digging deep for the sweetness at hand
Being one to come to understand
Following peace with all men
In holiness striking oil again
Amongst our desert sand
On this darkest day
Where our claim of this gold
Is worth twenty grand
O, let it rather be healed...
Looking On
1-11-14
Looking on diligently
Lest any man should fail of this grace
Setting the spirit of the Comforter right before one's face
Observing thoughts for what they are
When they tend to get in a race
Praying without ceasing
Rejoicing evermore
In everything giving thanks
In any state to be therewith content
Into the world today I am sent
Lest the root of bitterness doth spring up
Looking on diligently...
Reading Isaiah
1-11-14
The whole head is sick
And the whole heart is faint
Taking up shovel and pick to dig deep
By the artist and his brushes and paints
Flipping back to the book of Isaiah
To be worthy to be named amongst the saints
By one's new moons and Sabbaths
And the calling of the assembly
I want to get back in there tomorrow
To see what our pastor has to say about it
Hear ye O heavens
And give ear O earth
In finding out again
Today just what treasure is worth...
My Word Search
1-11-14
Seeking it carefully with tears
Turning back the pages
To be one to face my fears
Choosing to hear that which seems quite unappealing
No longer one to be as devoid of all feeling
Seeking the understanding before such a healing
By the halflight of another cloudy Sabbath
Not to come to the mountain
That can be touched by infirmity
Which still burns with fire
For the prophet to boldly look upon
As such a sign
By the stars that doth align...
Incident On Third Street
1-11-14
Condemned was the outward religion
In feeding our peanuts to the squirrel and pigeon
By these childhood remembrances of our city dark
Across the street from our Strawberry Square
It is a time I would rather not ponder
In that it doesn't seem fair
In such a place where I had my first taste of Chinese food
Seeing that such a memory needs to be confronted
The Lord has spoken
To yet set the mood...
Bring No More Vain Oblations
1-11-14
O, to what purpose is the multitude of sacrifices
In that we can conclude
That paid in full already are these prices
In that there is no more of such an offering
According to our excess in our vices
O, to what end will be our vain oblation
That is put forth only for the conscience
According to bliss and elation
And it is written
That he is full of what can be offered
By a fleshly hand outstretched...
Spoken
1-11-14
For the mouth of the Lord has spoken
In love letters written to us as one's true token
Praying today for this understanding
So that I might write my new material
In new ways unbroken
O, how the faithful city hath become a harlot
Where white as snow is our sins as scarlet
And such is a name I will always remember
Now that I have made it through my December
For the mouth of God has spoken....
Terebinth
1-11-14
Ashamed of those terebinth trees
I have once much waned in my abode
Where heat pipes cough
And it may as well be haunted
Confounded for the gardens I have chosen
Yes, it is me for whom the streets are frozen
Defined as I go
And purging away the dross
To yet take away my alloy
In that I receive gifts
For being a very bad and good boy
Whose leaf doth fade to be blown away
In which today I have my month of May....
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
1-22-14 b
Aft
1-11-14
Aft and astern
Of much yet to learn
Given the wisdom to yet discern
Abaft of this
Beside a feline friend that doth never hiss
Aft of that
She is the most beautiful cat
To come into my life by divine intervention
By the halflight of the dawn
Given bittersweet intention
And take care, so says my guru
As if there was something wrong
About the writing of this song
Towards the stern
Returning to my center
I have much yet to learn...
Chastening
1-11-14
Verily, for a few days
Chastened by which I find my peace of mind
Not hastened for our own profit
That we might be of his holiness
Partakers according to snake charmers and rain makers
Given another Sabbath in its diligence
Broken by a late lunch with Mother
And to but resume
In my meaning to love one another...
Stricture
1-11-14
Of structure and of stricture
Scholars today get the picture
Home this morning to listen to the falling rain
In hopes that words written will not be in vain
By these abnormal contractions of passages and ducts
By restriction and limitation of all that we can know
Through fleshly senses as loopholes of this reality but perceived
Where I am what I am
And God needs not be grieved....
On Colossians 3:1,2
1-11-14
If then raised up
Seek the things above
To refill again my coffee cup
Wherein all we need is love
Where Christ sits at God's right hand
In that today poets will seek to understand
In then raised up
Be one to go beyond the southern border
Setting not mind on things of the earth
Which is not one's home
In just passing through
Seek what is real
According to what God hath made in you...
Lift
1-11-14
Lifting up hands that hang down with feeble knees
Being one to go there again
to claim one's crown
Seeing again the forest for the trees
Making straight one's paths
Leading to higher places of one's safety
Knowing that I have made it through it again
In my taking up of this humble pen
Lifting up hands that hang down
In hopes for my next adventure back into town...
I Can Do This
1-11-14
In Jesus name
I can do this
Yes, just this, just here, just now
Yet to esteem the milk of another milch cow
In Jesus name
I am going to make it there
And back here
Going full circle in the face of fear
Doing another three-sixty
In the music that I hear
Lifting up hands that which hang down
In Jesus name
I will be the one
To claim his crown...
1-11-14
Aft and astern
Of much yet to learn
Given the wisdom to yet discern
Abaft of this
Beside a feline friend that doth never hiss
Aft of that
She is the most beautiful cat
To come into my life by divine intervention
By the halflight of the dawn
Given bittersweet intention
And take care, so says my guru
As if there was something wrong
About the writing of this song
Towards the stern
Returning to my center
I have much yet to learn...
Chastening
1-11-14
Verily, for a few days
Chastened by which I find my peace of mind
Not hastened for our own profit
That we might be of his holiness
Partakers according to snake charmers and rain makers
Given another Sabbath in its diligence
Broken by a late lunch with Mother
And to but resume
In my meaning to love one another...
Stricture
1-11-14
Of structure and of stricture
Scholars today get the picture
Home this morning to listen to the falling rain
In hopes that words written will not be in vain
By these abnormal contractions of passages and ducts
By restriction and limitation of all that we can know
Through fleshly senses as loopholes of this reality but perceived
Where I am what I am
And God needs not be grieved....
On Colossians 3:1,2
1-11-14
If then raised up
Seek the things above
To refill again my coffee cup
Wherein all we need is love
Where Christ sits at God's right hand
In that today poets will seek to understand
In then raised up
Be one to go beyond the southern border
Setting not mind on things of the earth
Which is not one's home
In just passing through
Seek what is real
According to what God hath made in you...
Lift
1-11-14
Lifting up hands that hang down with feeble knees
Being one to go there again
to claim one's crown
Seeing again the forest for the trees
Making straight one's paths
Leading to higher places of one's safety
Knowing that I have made it through it again
In my taking up of this humble pen
Lifting up hands that hang down
In hopes for my next adventure back into town...
I Can Do This
1-11-14
In Jesus name
I can do this
Yes, just this, just here, just now
Yet to esteem the milk of another milch cow
In Jesus name
I am going to make it there
And back here
Going full circle in the face of fear
Doing another three-sixty
In the music that I hear
Lifting up hands that which hang down
In Jesus name
I will be the one
To claim his crown...
1-22-14
Of Names Mentioned
1-10-14
Melzar takes away our portion of wine and meat
As to just this we can claim to be in for a treat
Mentioning today these names
Only in a sense that they are biblical
To take once and twice again my poetry seat
By my Melzar that serves his purpose
For the comfort in the warming of my feet
Where Daniel did continue
Unto the reign of Cyrus
And so today I study this
Yeah, of just This...
On Hebrews 12:3
1-10-14
From my open eyes sleep hath brake
Delving deep into this language in its antiquity
For my own poetic and Scriptural best interest and sake
Where I consider he whom hath endured
By the contradiction of sinners
Against himself lest he hath been wearied
As so through closed eyes
Yes, I can yet dream of this....
A This Composition
1-10-14
Ye have not yet resisted unto blood
By which I compose all of such madness
By the flowing of ink
As so when not composed
I can at least stop and think
In the ye hath not yet resisted water that flows
Yet to rest assured today
In that Jesus knows
Despising not the chastening
Seeking not this hastening
To accept the fact of the matter in how it goes
In hopes for another weekend uneventful
Whereof we are partakers in this
Yeah, in just This...
Forget Me Not In This
1-10-14
Ye hath forgotten the exhortation
Spoken unto you as to children
As so my coffee gets cold
In that I remember authenticity
To despise not today his chastening
According to what I hate
That I still do
By these recollections
That reinforce all vanity
Being not faint while yet rebuked
In all of this...
This, A Tall Order
1-10-14
One cannot be made as wise in a hurry
In one's welcoming of this January flurry
Back in the here and now to face the music
Wanting my resolution to be to give up worry
A tall order
Like trying to give up smoking
Trying too hard and therefore knowing not my success
To but relinquish what is bound on earth
Giving God thanks today
Even in these conditions
Of that which is this
Yeah, just this....
note: "this" is both capitalized and lowercase to represent different levels of consciousness....
On Hebrews 12:9
1-10-14
We have fathers of the flesh that correct us
And we give them reverence
Verily for a few days disciplined
Seeking something more than this
A tall order
Yet knowing all things to be as possible
In our God that is always faithful
To which we ought rather be in subjection
By all bearings and balls
We are as servants that he calls
In this, yes just This...
this is what we can see as that is what we cannot according to my new philosophy...
1-10-14
Melzar takes away our portion of wine and meat
As to just this we can claim to be in for a treat
Mentioning today these names
Only in a sense that they are biblical
To take once and twice again my poetry seat
By my Melzar that serves his purpose
For the comfort in the warming of my feet
Where Daniel did continue
Unto the reign of Cyrus
And so today I study this
Yeah, of just This...
On Hebrews 12:3
1-10-14
From my open eyes sleep hath brake
Delving deep into this language in its antiquity
For my own poetic and Scriptural best interest and sake
Where I consider he whom hath endured
By the contradiction of sinners
Against himself lest he hath been wearied
As so through closed eyes
Yes, I can yet dream of this....
A This Composition
1-10-14
Ye have not yet resisted unto blood
By which I compose all of such madness
By the flowing of ink
As so when not composed
I can at least stop and think
In the ye hath not yet resisted water that flows
Yet to rest assured today
In that Jesus knows
Despising not the chastening
Seeking not this hastening
To accept the fact of the matter in how it goes
In hopes for another weekend uneventful
Whereof we are partakers in this
Yeah, in just This...
Forget Me Not In This
1-10-14
Ye hath forgotten the exhortation
Spoken unto you as to children
As so my coffee gets cold
In that I remember authenticity
To despise not today his chastening
According to what I hate
That I still do
By these recollections
That reinforce all vanity
Being not faint while yet rebuked
In all of this...
This, A Tall Order
1-10-14
One cannot be made as wise in a hurry
In one's welcoming of this January flurry
Back in the here and now to face the music
Wanting my resolution to be to give up worry
A tall order
Like trying to give up smoking
Trying too hard and therefore knowing not my success
To but relinquish what is bound on earth
Giving God thanks today
Even in these conditions
Of that which is this
Yeah, just this....
note: "this" is both capitalized and lowercase to represent different levels of consciousness....
On Hebrews 12:9
1-10-14
We have fathers of the flesh that correct us
And we give them reverence
Verily for a few days disciplined
Seeking something more than this
A tall order
Yet knowing all things to be as possible
In our God that is always faithful
To which we ought rather be in subjection
By all bearings and balls
We are as servants that he calls
In this, yes just This...
this is what we can see as that is what we cannot according to my new philosophy...
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
1-21-14 b
from my book entitled "This"
Joy In This
1-10-14
Choosing today my joy
In just this
Yes, just this
Smoking of the Lebanon
At the chime of eleven
Where salvation can wait
Along with what is as our heaven
In the third year of our king's reign
Life will go on just as it was
Speaking freely to our master of eunuchs
Just because
Choosing today my joy
Where in any state I am content
In just this, yes, just this...
This Is Real
1-10-14
Proving our servants
By our days, ten
To appear as robust
By way of the pen
Building my bridge from now
Unto what is then
Choosing not to defile myself
With the king's meat and wine
Content with the light of day
In requiring not a sign
Given water to drink and pulse
To see it to be real
And no longer quite as false
Yet content in this
Yeah, just This...
Joy In This
1-10-14
Choosing today my joy
In just this
Yes, just this
Smoking of the Lebanon
At the chime of eleven
Where salvation can wait
Along with what is as our heaven
In the third year of our king's reign
Life will go on just as it was
Speaking freely to our master of eunuchs
Just because
Choosing today my joy
Where in any state I am content
In just this, yes, just this...
This Is Real
1-10-14
Proving our servants
By our days, ten
To appear as robust
By way of the pen
Building my bridge from now
Unto what is then
Choosing not to defile myself
With the king's meat and wine
Content with the light of day
In requiring not a sign
Given water to drink and pulse
To see it to be real
And no longer quite as false
Yet content in this
Yeah, just This...
1-21-14
This
1-10-14
Yet to consider our trading center of Phonecia
Of this ancient seaport of one's Tyre
I call it this
Yes, only this
Content today with well being
To cease the chase for bliss
To begin on another endeavor
To fill another spiral notebook
With my testimonies
By the site of our modern Sur
Being one to say he is positive
Even while not quite sure
By these feckless dispositions
Justified in just this...
Massage
1-10-14
By my feckless indifference
Using my pen as a tool of massage
Upon my feline friend's coat
Being not one to judge my neighbor's beam or mote
Futile and ineffective and therefore humble
Placing not in a brother's path
An occasion to stumble
Praying now to yet make his paths straight
By my feckless indifference
Killing yet another
To destroy today what God did create
Seeing such as a danger
I'm prepared to face
Feckless and indifferent
It's all the same to me....
This Part II
1-10-14
In siege mentality meditations
I hope to make my way through the rest of the day
By the dispensation of all fullness of times
I am tried and tested in all of this
Yes, just this
If I want to call it anything at all
With my significant view of my south wall
I call it this
So that I might gather together in one all things
Glad to have identified it
For what it is
Just this...
Being Real
1-10-14
Intimidated but confident
Reticent but bold
Cowering in the corner yet courageous
Beside my feline friend always faithful
She hath stuck by me all of these years
Loving me unconditionally
In spite of all flaws and fears
Seeing my cup of coffee once more as full
Where it's no longer all about being cool
So I suppose I'll just be real
Where the truth in us doth lie deep
In the way we feel..
On Ephesians 1:10
1-10-14
Two days without the blog and post
According to the mystery of what I have never seen
On the Pacific coast
Gathering together in one all things
By which in the Spirit
That which is invisible so yet sings
To be one to realize
That it will be there for me
When I return
Yes, heaven can wait
Reading this epistle slow with sincerity
By these two solid days of prophesy
Telling it like it is
In heaven as it is on Earth
To see that it is already written
Entitled just this
Just This...
Furtherance
1-10-14
Everything I remember hath come to pass
For the purpose of this furtherance
Throwing rocks at my stop sign
According to exasperation
For the purpose of dispensation
Sitting in the tall grass
For the purpose of fulfillment
Sitting in the car in order to perspire profusely
For the purpose of longsuffering
To be taught these ways of patience
O, what an ugly word
That comes to mind
For the purpose of temperance
And all that is just in this...
Just This
1-10-14
By the call of the cultural elite
Such an image is set up of the iron and clay of his feet
Struck by this stone to be yet shattered and scattered
In fields of incentive
Tasting bitter in that it is sweet
As so the stump of the tree remains
According to the shadow and type that doth expound
In all of this wisdom yet to be found
Needing to be as progressive and tolerant
In a world of constant change
Of which we have no choice
But to accept it for just this
Yeah, just This....
Type
1-10-14
Nebuchadnezzar was our picture of secular humanism
Practiced by those whom seek their coping mechanism
In which there is nothing wrong
Where even shallow streams have their depths
According to the lyrics of such a happy song
I'll be around like a faithful companion
Always by my side
Taking upon us the free gift
So that excluded is all of such pride
By one's seventy years of captivity
According to the number of a man in his longevity
And after this, the judgment....
My Trail, In This
1-10-14
The word of God today is like a mirror
In that I walk away and forget just what I look like
But giving God thanks for such a light by which to see
According to the shadow of what is yet to come
By our season's fifth snowfall
I am one to get some
Where our truth is but a looking glass
So that when I walk away
I no longer recognize myself
In becoming as something
That is not what he hath intended
This will be my trial
In this, yes, in This...
Maintaining Sobriety In This
10-14-14
Our Chaldeans accuse the Jews
In our hearing of bad and good news
By this teaching of what is fundamental that we choose
By my forty-one months of sobriety
And no more booze
Yet they are not of we
Where those bound in captivity are set free
And today there is nobody here but me
By this ecumenical gathering
According to what one can see
In just this, yes, just This...
1-10-14
Yet to consider our trading center of Phonecia
Of this ancient seaport of one's Tyre
I call it this
Yes, only this
Content today with well being
To cease the chase for bliss
To begin on another endeavor
To fill another spiral notebook
With my testimonies
By the site of our modern Sur
Being one to say he is positive
Even while not quite sure
By these feckless dispositions
Justified in just this...
Massage
1-10-14
By my feckless indifference
Using my pen as a tool of massage
Upon my feline friend's coat
Being not one to judge my neighbor's beam or mote
Futile and ineffective and therefore humble
Placing not in a brother's path
An occasion to stumble
Praying now to yet make his paths straight
By my feckless indifference
Killing yet another
To destroy today what God did create
Seeing such as a danger
I'm prepared to face
Feckless and indifferent
It's all the same to me....
This Part II
1-10-14
In siege mentality meditations
I hope to make my way through the rest of the day
By the dispensation of all fullness of times
I am tried and tested in all of this
Yes, just this
If I want to call it anything at all
With my significant view of my south wall
I call it this
So that I might gather together in one all things
Glad to have identified it
For what it is
Just this...
Being Real
1-10-14
Intimidated but confident
Reticent but bold
Cowering in the corner yet courageous
Beside my feline friend always faithful
She hath stuck by me all of these years
Loving me unconditionally
In spite of all flaws and fears
Seeing my cup of coffee once more as full
Where it's no longer all about being cool
So I suppose I'll just be real
Where the truth in us doth lie deep
In the way we feel..
On Ephesians 1:10
1-10-14
Two days without the blog and post
According to the mystery of what I have never seen
On the Pacific coast
Gathering together in one all things
By which in the Spirit
That which is invisible so yet sings
To be one to realize
That it will be there for me
When I return
Yes, heaven can wait
Reading this epistle slow with sincerity
By these two solid days of prophesy
Telling it like it is
In heaven as it is on Earth
To see that it is already written
Entitled just this
Just This...
Furtherance
1-10-14
Everything I remember hath come to pass
For the purpose of this furtherance
Throwing rocks at my stop sign
According to exasperation
For the purpose of dispensation
Sitting in the tall grass
For the purpose of fulfillment
Sitting in the car in order to perspire profusely
For the purpose of longsuffering
To be taught these ways of patience
O, what an ugly word
That comes to mind
For the purpose of temperance
And all that is just in this...
Just This
1-10-14
By the call of the cultural elite
Such an image is set up of the iron and clay of his feet
Struck by this stone to be yet shattered and scattered
In fields of incentive
Tasting bitter in that it is sweet
As so the stump of the tree remains
According to the shadow and type that doth expound
In all of this wisdom yet to be found
Needing to be as progressive and tolerant
In a world of constant change
Of which we have no choice
But to accept it for just this
Yeah, just This....
Type
1-10-14
Nebuchadnezzar was our picture of secular humanism
Practiced by those whom seek their coping mechanism
In which there is nothing wrong
Where even shallow streams have their depths
According to the lyrics of such a happy song
I'll be around like a faithful companion
Always by my side
Taking upon us the free gift
So that excluded is all of such pride
By one's seventy years of captivity
According to the number of a man in his longevity
And after this, the judgment....
My Trail, In This
1-10-14
The word of God today is like a mirror
In that I walk away and forget just what I look like
But giving God thanks for such a light by which to see
According to the shadow of what is yet to come
By our season's fifth snowfall
I am one to get some
Where our truth is but a looking glass
So that when I walk away
I no longer recognize myself
In becoming as something
That is not what he hath intended
This will be my trial
In this, yes, in This...
Maintaining Sobriety In This
10-14-14
Our Chaldeans accuse the Jews
In our hearing of bad and good news
By this teaching of what is fundamental that we choose
By my forty-one months of sobriety
And no more booze
Yet they are not of we
Where those bound in captivity are set free
And today there is nobody here but me
By this ecumenical gathering
According to what one can see
In just this, yes, just This...
Monday, January 20, 2014
1-20-14 b
going back seven years to another style of writing...
Hanging By A Nose Hair
1-7-07
And the earth will drink the rain that falls
And fertile soil will bring forth herbs
As with photographs of myself
I deck my apartment walls
And another poet learns how to use his adjectives as verbs
And yet to bite the bullet is all that I know
As still I will push and pull it
Taking a beating in order to grow
And I take no pride in the completion of another tome
But I know I've got God on my side
Yet left to my own device
Of this pleasure dome...
these were the days when most of my poems began with the word: And
The Day When I had No Sword
1-7-07
And if the good Lord is willing
Someday I'll go to Canada to observe her whiskey and rye
As I am taught of how futile is the pound and shilling
Being taught the truth
Yet still I question and ask why
And the preacher so compares preference from conviction
But I don't know what to think
Concerning this addiction
And I felt like I was no better than a cockroach
And so I said I was going hunting
Yet I'd only poach
And I turn my tail and run
On days when I have no sword
Yet Jesus is still the one
And I still love the Lord...
First Taste Of Emptiness
1-7-07
And I gladly greet the dawn
To behold the beautiful mist and scud
As joy is assuaged yet it's not gone
When I consider the holy spirit
And Christ's shed blood
And there will come abundant times
When one verse at a time is enough
As I'll still save my nickels and dimes
Yet never are we satisfied with stuff
And tonight I put upon my head my fool's cap
As I'm required to navigate
Without the use of the map
And there will be times when brevity is wise
Yet still I write my rhymes
Never exempt from lies...
The Date And The Divine Appointment
1-7-07
And at the congregation
Yes, an English teacher so I met
And I wonder should I ask her to join my for a cup of coffee
As it is the things we refrain from doing
That are what we regret
And doors I never walked through
And so many words that I don't know
And there is always a consequence to this freewill
When by and by time we squander
And time we kill
And before ten rolls around
I have my last cup of milk
Only for the sake of dwelling in cotton and silk...
Crazy Yet Content
1-7-07
And I wonder if God would be angry with me
If I took up zen or dharma
As that which I have learned
To be the reaping of rewards
In those days I saw as karma
For there are many other books I am compelled to read
As curiosity so burns in me
And there's so much more for the self that I need
And I suppose that the man in the iron mask
Can pass as my little black book
As it is said that we have not when we do not ask
And if we do not give freely
We're called the crook
Yet if we instead love God
We will stick it out
For I am yet to learn of the almond rod
As I walk by faith in the dark
Seeing my way through the doubt...
Learning To Look Up And Not Just In
1-7-07
And skeptics will wonder
And question about why God allows slaves to be sold
And I am taught that he puts us through his blast furnace
Over and over until one day we'll be purified like silver and gold
For there is much calamity and disaster
That God permits and allows
And we choose to call no man master
Considering the wool of sheep and the milk of cows
And a man at his best state is altogether vanity
As some of the best songs are written
In the absence of sanity
And there are folks not in their right minds
That we have no right to blame
As there remains invisible signs
Yet still we need to play the game....
Tong War Dream
1-7-07
And every time the siren I hear
I say a prayer for firemen, deputies and sheriffs
And I pray as well for fellowship over beer
Being one of the happy American citizens
Content in paying all taxes and tariffs
And we can get in serious trouble
In learning the correct use of a word such as Tong
As a raindrop falls to burst our bubble
And we admit that we're wrong
But you're probably wondering just who is we
And all I can say is that we is me
And I have found perfect clarity
Even when I'm insane
For I possess perfect charity
In a positional sense
As it falls down in the rain....
Divided Sect
1-7-07
And I go home to bathe in blessed steam
Taking up my new bars of aromatic soap
For it's time for me to find a new vision and dream
As I remind myself that there is hope
And some say that love is the stepping upon one's shoes
And other folks say that it is the spreading of the news
And I have seen that love is the desire to please everyone
Yet such a thing cannot be done
While we walk under the sun
And so I heard the phone ring
Yet it was only a false alarm
As we hope that glad tidings we can bring
Yet in silence we do no harm...
Hanging By A Nose Hair
1-7-07
And the earth will drink the rain that falls
And fertile soil will bring forth herbs
As with photographs of myself
I deck my apartment walls
And another poet learns how to use his adjectives as verbs
And yet to bite the bullet is all that I know
As still I will push and pull it
Taking a beating in order to grow
And I take no pride in the completion of another tome
But I know I've got God on my side
Yet left to my own device
Of this pleasure dome...
these were the days when most of my poems began with the word: And
The Day When I had No Sword
1-7-07
And if the good Lord is willing
Someday I'll go to Canada to observe her whiskey and rye
As I am taught of how futile is the pound and shilling
Being taught the truth
Yet still I question and ask why
And the preacher so compares preference from conviction
But I don't know what to think
Concerning this addiction
And I felt like I was no better than a cockroach
And so I said I was going hunting
Yet I'd only poach
And I turn my tail and run
On days when I have no sword
Yet Jesus is still the one
And I still love the Lord...
First Taste Of Emptiness
1-7-07
And I gladly greet the dawn
To behold the beautiful mist and scud
As joy is assuaged yet it's not gone
When I consider the holy spirit
And Christ's shed blood
And there will come abundant times
When one verse at a time is enough
As I'll still save my nickels and dimes
Yet never are we satisfied with stuff
And tonight I put upon my head my fool's cap
As I'm required to navigate
Without the use of the map
And there will be times when brevity is wise
Yet still I write my rhymes
Never exempt from lies...
The Date And The Divine Appointment
1-7-07
And at the congregation
Yes, an English teacher so I met
And I wonder should I ask her to join my for a cup of coffee
As it is the things we refrain from doing
That are what we regret
And doors I never walked through
And so many words that I don't know
And there is always a consequence to this freewill
When by and by time we squander
And time we kill
And before ten rolls around
I have my last cup of milk
Only for the sake of dwelling in cotton and silk...
Crazy Yet Content
1-7-07
And I wonder if God would be angry with me
If I took up zen or dharma
As that which I have learned
To be the reaping of rewards
In those days I saw as karma
For there are many other books I am compelled to read
As curiosity so burns in me
And there's so much more for the self that I need
And I suppose that the man in the iron mask
Can pass as my little black book
As it is said that we have not when we do not ask
And if we do not give freely
We're called the crook
Yet if we instead love God
We will stick it out
For I am yet to learn of the almond rod
As I walk by faith in the dark
Seeing my way through the doubt...
Learning To Look Up And Not Just In
1-7-07
And skeptics will wonder
And question about why God allows slaves to be sold
And I am taught that he puts us through his blast furnace
Over and over until one day we'll be purified like silver and gold
For there is much calamity and disaster
That God permits and allows
And we choose to call no man master
Considering the wool of sheep and the milk of cows
And a man at his best state is altogether vanity
As some of the best songs are written
In the absence of sanity
And there are folks not in their right minds
That we have no right to blame
As there remains invisible signs
Yet still we need to play the game....
Tong War Dream
1-7-07
And every time the siren I hear
I say a prayer for firemen, deputies and sheriffs
And I pray as well for fellowship over beer
Being one of the happy American citizens
Content in paying all taxes and tariffs
And we can get in serious trouble
In learning the correct use of a word such as Tong
As a raindrop falls to burst our bubble
And we admit that we're wrong
But you're probably wondering just who is we
And all I can say is that we is me
And I have found perfect clarity
Even when I'm insane
For I possess perfect charity
In a positional sense
As it falls down in the rain....
Divided Sect
1-7-07
And I go home to bathe in blessed steam
Taking up my new bars of aromatic soap
For it's time for me to find a new vision and dream
As I remind myself that there is hope
And some say that love is the stepping upon one's shoes
And other folks say that it is the spreading of the news
And I have seen that love is the desire to please everyone
Yet such a thing cannot be done
While we walk under the sun
And so I heard the phone ring
Yet it was only a false alarm
As we hope that glad tidings we can bring
Yet in silence we do no harm...
1-20-14
Brand
12-13-13
The cross is our wisdom
And his stripes our knowledge
Where I pray for a brother going off to bible collage
By all marks and brands
And of hair one's multitude of strands
Given these new techniques
To but properly to with sands
Fill up my hands
In my study of a map of Corinth
To wonder of these walls of woe and weal
Not intended to keep us out
But to express the way we feel
Where the cross is our wisdom
So hard to bear
In that I allow myself to say
That indeed today I care...
Where
12-13-13
O, where is the wise
O, where is the pundit
Given discernment
To tell the truth from these lies
O, where is the disputer of this age
Where we lay down our weapons
In the wars we are yet to wage
Where it is greater to conquer oneself
Than to take out thousands in battle
O, where is the scribe
Serving as a tender of lambs and cattle
Drinking my milk and shearing such wool
O, where is the wise
That doth admonish the fool...
Sober (40 Months)
12-13-13
Greeks seek after wisdom
And the Jews require a sign
Where I regard my dreams of returning to my wine
Being almost forty months sober
To fulfill this abstinence divine
Where we preach Christ crucified
To the Jews a stumblingblock
And to the Greeks as foolishness
As so with going without
Such that practices this doth walk the line
Where my sorrow rises up inside of me
Of where I failed to perform
The milking of the milch kine....
Of Me And God
12-13-13
In God we can see these similar aspects
That lie within ourselves
Given the whole library in my left hand
Of such neglected shelves
Finding out much about our identity
Written in red letters
Of voices that speak the truth in meekness
Where that which is stronger than men
Will serve as Christ's weakness
Considering the amplitheatre on the map
In my study bible of my free choice
Living and breathing this Scripture
By the sound of this still small voice...
Hoar Frost
12-13-13
Bringing to nothing the things that are
By that which we cannot see before our faces
Praying for the present tense
Pertaining to a hope in my future of newfound places
Being as one with my feline companion
According to God's loving kindness and graces
Sampling this manna provided
Upon the dew of grasses
Given freely to all lads and lasses
Of which for we yet pray
In our wanderings in this wilderness
That such peace transcends and surpasses
Bringing to nought what we can yet touch and see...
B.C.
12-13-13
Buddha and Christ
Have their similar teachings
According to this discernible truth
Where he in his ripe age
Can come to terms with a spiritual aspect
Of our unrefined innocence of youth
As so it seems to be spoken against
In a congregation by which the word is preached
Seen as a go between and a mediator
Made manifest for the cause to yet but impute
In that I know not what I say
Of these angles obtuse and acute...
High Noon
12-13-13
Hoping to try to visualize
The love, peace and joy of our One God
And to be one to imagine his effulgence
Upon an almond budded rod
Extended to those whom knock at his door in repetition
Until one doth receive an answer at the chime of noon
When I am still going strong in verse and rhyme
Turning back the pages
To first and second Corinthians
To yet reiterate what we have heard
Working out one's own salvation
In Spirit that conquers the flesh by its word
Hoping to imagine
What it is to know this love
No longer obscure or absurd...
Nothing Is Something
12-13-13
Coming to nought are the rulers of such an age
Measured not according to the hands of time
So passed in poetic diligence
In one's utterance made manifest
By all that is silent
Where such will be as our wisdom
To put to shame that which appears violent
Being the peacemaker
Being the miracle
Rather than expecting one to come
Out of nowhere at all
Where coming to nought
Is the wisdom of this age
In this seclusion for its own purpose
In all that is yet to be known in this....
Flesh And Faith
12-13-13
By the carnal state that perverts spiritual growth
We still seek out these states of bliss
For which the wanting make their oath
To yet conclude the cake that we eat
In that we can have them both
Raving on about what today I have seen
Yet crass, yet unfledged, yet green
Seeing this carnal state as the mediator
To know the invisible
By which are made possible by things seen
Where the law is as the tutor
To lead us to our higher ground...
Armor
12-13-13
I am God's building
And I am God's field
Taking up the sword
That is the word and his righteousness
That is one's shield
And the helmet of salvation
And the shoes of the preparation of the gospel of peace
Where we do yet water
In that God gives the increase
I write these words today
Because it is God's word that doth not return void
And by this quote that I again repeat I will build
And yeah, I will plant these seeds
To be yet scattered in God's field
Where raised is God's building
In the you that today is in me....
Receive
12-13-13
To receive it
Is to grasp
The adder and the asp
Prostrated upon his belly
To lick up the dust
According to the bondage
Of shackle and clasp
Wanting to become as the eagle flying free
Desiring to see into the higher truth
Of what God hath made in me
Where I am yet carnal
Fed with milk and not with solid food
Given such enthusiasm
Where I am in the learning mood
Where giants need milk just as well
As babes whom take barbecue ribs in small bites
Where there are yet divisions among us...
Conviction
12-13-13
Discerning conviction
In the contrast of condemnation
Knowing the love of God afresh
Unconditional
Of which today I wrestle
With arms that seek to yet embrace mine infirmity
Where such serves as the gift
Wherein that which I want not, that I do
Where this here is my own form of prayer and fasting
Being one to cleave to life everlasting
That is as the here and now
Like shadows so casting
On a day when I never put on my shoes
To go out Christmas shopping
Of which I put my trust in this providence
Being worked out by hope undeffered...
12-13-13
The cross is our wisdom
And his stripes our knowledge
Where I pray for a brother going off to bible collage
By all marks and brands
And of hair one's multitude of strands
Given these new techniques
To but properly to with sands
Fill up my hands
In my study of a map of Corinth
To wonder of these walls of woe and weal
Not intended to keep us out
But to express the way we feel
Where the cross is our wisdom
So hard to bear
In that I allow myself to say
That indeed today I care...
Where
12-13-13
O, where is the wise
O, where is the pundit
Given discernment
To tell the truth from these lies
O, where is the disputer of this age
Where we lay down our weapons
In the wars we are yet to wage
Where it is greater to conquer oneself
Than to take out thousands in battle
O, where is the scribe
Serving as a tender of lambs and cattle
Drinking my milk and shearing such wool
O, where is the wise
That doth admonish the fool...
Sober (40 Months)
12-13-13
Greeks seek after wisdom
And the Jews require a sign
Where I regard my dreams of returning to my wine
Being almost forty months sober
To fulfill this abstinence divine
Where we preach Christ crucified
To the Jews a stumblingblock
And to the Greeks as foolishness
As so with going without
Such that practices this doth walk the line
Where my sorrow rises up inside of me
Of where I failed to perform
The milking of the milch kine....
Of Me And God
12-13-13
In God we can see these similar aspects
That lie within ourselves
Given the whole library in my left hand
Of such neglected shelves
Finding out much about our identity
Written in red letters
Of voices that speak the truth in meekness
Where that which is stronger than men
Will serve as Christ's weakness
Considering the amplitheatre on the map
In my study bible of my free choice
Living and breathing this Scripture
By the sound of this still small voice...
Hoar Frost
12-13-13
Bringing to nothing the things that are
By that which we cannot see before our faces
Praying for the present tense
Pertaining to a hope in my future of newfound places
Being as one with my feline companion
According to God's loving kindness and graces
Sampling this manna provided
Upon the dew of grasses
Given freely to all lads and lasses
Of which for we yet pray
In our wanderings in this wilderness
That such peace transcends and surpasses
Bringing to nought what we can yet touch and see...
B.C.
12-13-13
Buddha and Christ
Have their similar teachings
According to this discernible truth
Where he in his ripe age
Can come to terms with a spiritual aspect
Of our unrefined innocence of youth
As so it seems to be spoken against
In a congregation by which the word is preached
Seen as a go between and a mediator
Made manifest for the cause to yet but impute
In that I know not what I say
Of these angles obtuse and acute...
High Noon
12-13-13
Hoping to try to visualize
The love, peace and joy of our One God
And to be one to imagine his effulgence
Upon an almond budded rod
Extended to those whom knock at his door in repetition
Until one doth receive an answer at the chime of noon
When I am still going strong in verse and rhyme
Turning back the pages
To first and second Corinthians
To yet reiterate what we have heard
Working out one's own salvation
In Spirit that conquers the flesh by its word
Hoping to imagine
What it is to know this love
No longer obscure or absurd...
Nothing Is Something
12-13-13
Coming to nought are the rulers of such an age
Measured not according to the hands of time
So passed in poetic diligence
In one's utterance made manifest
By all that is silent
Where such will be as our wisdom
To put to shame that which appears violent
Being the peacemaker
Being the miracle
Rather than expecting one to come
Out of nowhere at all
Where coming to nought
Is the wisdom of this age
In this seclusion for its own purpose
In all that is yet to be known in this....
Flesh And Faith
12-13-13
By the carnal state that perverts spiritual growth
We still seek out these states of bliss
For which the wanting make their oath
To yet conclude the cake that we eat
In that we can have them both
Raving on about what today I have seen
Yet crass, yet unfledged, yet green
Seeing this carnal state as the mediator
To know the invisible
By which are made possible by things seen
Where the law is as the tutor
To lead us to our higher ground...
Armor
12-13-13
I am God's building
And I am God's field
Taking up the sword
That is the word and his righteousness
That is one's shield
And the helmet of salvation
And the shoes of the preparation of the gospel of peace
Where we do yet water
In that God gives the increase
I write these words today
Because it is God's word that doth not return void
And by this quote that I again repeat I will build
And yeah, I will plant these seeds
To be yet scattered in God's field
Where raised is God's building
In the you that today is in me....
Receive
12-13-13
To receive it
Is to grasp
The adder and the asp
Prostrated upon his belly
To lick up the dust
According to the bondage
Of shackle and clasp
Wanting to become as the eagle flying free
Desiring to see into the higher truth
Of what God hath made in me
Where I am yet carnal
Fed with milk and not with solid food
Given such enthusiasm
Where I am in the learning mood
Where giants need milk just as well
As babes whom take barbecue ribs in small bites
Where there are yet divisions among us...
Conviction
12-13-13
Discerning conviction
In the contrast of condemnation
Knowing the love of God afresh
Unconditional
Of which today I wrestle
With arms that seek to yet embrace mine infirmity
Where such serves as the gift
Wherein that which I want not, that I do
Where this here is my own form of prayer and fasting
Being one to cleave to life everlasting
That is as the here and now
Like shadows so casting
On a day when I never put on my shoes
To go out Christmas shopping
Of which I put my trust in this providence
Being worked out by hope undeffered...
Sunday, January 19, 2014
1-19-14
Go
12-13-13
Defining the word go
According to what the scholar can of himself yet know
Learning only according to the spirit indwelling these dry bones
That stand up by the miracle one does not yet expect
Defining the word go
Seeing that such has its many meanings
That we grasp quite slow
Hoping and praying to inquire
O, what shall I equal to thee
That I might be comforted
By the Spirit of God's riches at Christ's expense
Defining the word go...
Nestor
12-13-13
Nestorian notions nullify not that which is determined
By what we cannot see
Putting off last minute Christmas shopping
To conclude that it's not about boxes and ribbons
By this hypostasis determined
By that which the ordinary scholars can come to know
According to all that is invisible
Reading today the epistles of apostle Paul
To emphasise that which is quite profound
Going into the ring with a rival that extra round
By those Nestorian notations
Scribbled with stealth
Given sound council
To get some rest
And take care of my health..
On Hosea 9:7
12-13-13
Missing the starting gun
Abiding still in my pajamas
Welcoming into my widow
The light of another sun
Where God's mercies are new once again
Where I take out my snow plow
In the form of this pen
Where the prophet is a fool
And the spiritual man is mad
Where our sheep are sheered of all wool
And this poet is happy
In that he is sad
?By the days of our visitation
Of such recompense
Come upon those with ears to hear...
Exception
12-13-13
Glory doth fly away
Like a bird from the womb
From birth and from conception
Given this discernment
To know the contrast of this truth
With its deception
Carrying one's cross
That needs not crush him to powder
Given another exception
With no plan save my faith
Exercised in staying hope
To hear the snow plows
Doing the work of God
So that ambassadors can spread the news
And so that scholars can do what they choose
And so these winners permit themselves to lose
Willing to fail in order to succeed
Where this glory appears again
In all effulgence and illumination...
Forgiveness
12-13-13
Deeply corrupting themselves as in Gibeah
Remembering no more their iniquity
In that we forgive them
Like acceptance in such a repetitive practice
By one's conscious choice
Where children are bereaved
By how we can yet rejoice
Where we have but grieved
Reconciled again
Where we change our minds and turn back
Turning around to try it another way
Where he will remember our sin no more...
Effeminate
12-13-13
Given our miscarrying womb
And dry breasts
Of such effeminate nature
Where there is no male nor female
And no bond or free
And no land or sea
And no you or me
Planted in another pleasant place
In another wrestling match
With unconditional love colossal
By the findings of another dinosaur fossil
By our wickedness in our Gilgal
Serving as our new place of worship
Upon our high place we need not come down from
The poet takes his seat to write these words of exhortation
To yet be just as it is...
Empty Line
12-13-13
Increasing one's altars
Bringing forth fruit unto himself
Procrastinating and killing the day
To reorganize music and literature upon my shelf
Soon to be one to decline from another invitation
To stay home to listen to the snow plows
As music to my ears
In the coming home of cows
To give the milk of last night's swigs
That did freeze my brain
Again to be as sustenance
To today's willing pen
Increasing my altars
Making goodly images of my own...
Found
12-13-13
Found faulty with one's heart divided
In tastes sweet and salty
Where decadence is derided
According to all olfactory notions of pleasure
We tend to live for
In today's endeavors with pen in hand
Where we become ashamed of our own council
According to the gardens we have chosen
By no set teaching or guru
Where streets once again are frozen
And this is what I do today
In describing this blessedness
According to improvisation....
Infirmity
12-13-13
Large letters so did serve as the riddle at hand
According to his infirmity
Interpreted by the scholar
Whom yet seeks out more
Purified as he is pure
Penetrating the mantle straight into the core
Feeling whole again where one is sore
By large letters dictated
Due to a shortness of sight
Serving as his thorn in the flesh
To carry with me straight into the night
To wake once again to this world of white...
Portray
12-13-13
O, what kind of Christian am I
To hear the word that I fail to apply
To receive the truth and still tell the lie
To watch time burn as such doth fly
Knowing the mystery yet still asking why
O, what kind of believer do I portray
Yet in all astonishment and dismay
O, I inquire
Prying into that which one can see
With eyes closed tightly
In that I pray...
Enigma
12-13-13
I am yet to define enlightenment
To be the enigma to which I am entitled to
Living in my secluded sacred spaces
Between the bricks of a wall that needs not divide
As so still I will deal with the nature of my pride
Upon the contrasting aspect on the opposite side
In hopes for a heaven
By the sea of ebb and tide
Where we shall meet again
On that beautiful shore...
On First Corinthians 1:1
12-13-13
Sosthenes did prophesy Between the lines of a text
Inspired by those with eyes to see
Through the will of God
That lies today in what I discern
From the real me
Where they let me do my thing
Wherein I am yet to define
What it is to be free
And in another passage
Ishmael is born into this new place
To make a nation possible
In its coming into being
For the cause of all procreation
Cast out of such a house To yet illustrate
What is yet to be understood
By the things we cannot clearly see...
12-13-13
Defining the word go
According to what the scholar can of himself yet know
Learning only according to the spirit indwelling these dry bones
That stand up by the miracle one does not yet expect
Defining the word go
Seeing that such has its many meanings
That we grasp quite slow
Hoping and praying to inquire
O, what shall I equal to thee
That I might be comforted
By the Spirit of God's riches at Christ's expense
Defining the word go...
Nestor
12-13-13
Nestorian notions nullify not that which is determined
By what we cannot see
Putting off last minute Christmas shopping
To conclude that it's not about boxes and ribbons
By this hypostasis determined
By that which the ordinary scholars can come to know
According to all that is invisible
Reading today the epistles of apostle Paul
To emphasise that which is quite profound
Going into the ring with a rival that extra round
By those Nestorian notations
Scribbled with stealth
Given sound council
To get some rest
And take care of my health..
On Hosea 9:7
12-13-13
Missing the starting gun
Abiding still in my pajamas
Welcoming into my widow
The light of another sun
Where God's mercies are new once again
Where I take out my snow plow
In the form of this pen
Where the prophet is a fool
And the spiritual man is mad
Where our sheep are sheered of all wool
And this poet is happy
In that he is sad
?By the days of our visitation
Of such recompense
Come upon those with ears to hear...
Exception
12-13-13
Glory doth fly away
Like a bird from the womb
From birth and from conception
Given this discernment
To know the contrast of this truth
With its deception
Carrying one's cross
That needs not crush him to powder
Given another exception
With no plan save my faith
Exercised in staying hope
To hear the snow plows
Doing the work of God
So that ambassadors can spread the news
And so that scholars can do what they choose
And so these winners permit themselves to lose
Willing to fail in order to succeed
Where this glory appears again
In all effulgence and illumination...
Forgiveness
12-13-13
Deeply corrupting themselves as in Gibeah
Remembering no more their iniquity
In that we forgive them
Like acceptance in such a repetitive practice
By one's conscious choice
Where children are bereaved
By how we can yet rejoice
Where we have but grieved
Reconciled again
Where we change our minds and turn back
Turning around to try it another way
Where he will remember our sin no more...
Effeminate
12-13-13
Given our miscarrying womb
And dry breasts
Of such effeminate nature
Where there is no male nor female
And no bond or free
And no land or sea
And no you or me
Planted in another pleasant place
In another wrestling match
With unconditional love colossal
By the findings of another dinosaur fossil
By our wickedness in our Gilgal
Serving as our new place of worship
Upon our high place we need not come down from
The poet takes his seat to write these words of exhortation
To yet be just as it is...
Empty Line
12-13-13
Increasing one's altars
Bringing forth fruit unto himself
Procrastinating and killing the day
To reorganize music and literature upon my shelf
Soon to be one to decline from another invitation
To stay home to listen to the snow plows
As music to my ears
In the coming home of cows
To give the milk of last night's swigs
That did freeze my brain
Again to be as sustenance
To today's willing pen
Increasing my altars
Making goodly images of my own...
Found
12-13-13
Found faulty with one's heart divided
In tastes sweet and salty
Where decadence is derided
According to all olfactory notions of pleasure
We tend to live for
In today's endeavors with pen in hand
Where we become ashamed of our own council
According to the gardens we have chosen
By no set teaching or guru
Where streets once again are frozen
And this is what I do today
In describing this blessedness
According to improvisation....
Infirmity
12-13-13
Large letters so did serve as the riddle at hand
According to his infirmity
Interpreted by the scholar
Whom yet seeks out more
Purified as he is pure
Penetrating the mantle straight into the core
Feeling whole again where one is sore
By large letters dictated
Due to a shortness of sight
Serving as his thorn in the flesh
To carry with me straight into the night
To wake once again to this world of white...
Portray
12-13-13
O, what kind of Christian am I
To hear the word that I fail to apply
To receive the truth and still tell the lie
To watch time burn as such doth fly
Knowing the mystery yet still asking why
O, what kind of believer do I portray
Yet in all astonishment and dismay
O, I inquire
Prying into that which one can see
With eyes closed tightly
In that I pray...
Enigma
12-13-13
I am yet to define enlightenment
To be the enigma to which I am entitled to
Living in my secluded sacred spaces
Between the bricks of a wall that needs not divide
As so still I will deal with the nature of my pride
Upon the contrasting aspect on the opposite side
In hopes for a heaven
By the sea of ebb and tide
Where we shall meet again
On that beautiful shore...
On First Corinthians 1:1
12-13-13
Sosthenes did prophesy Between the lines of a text
Inspired by those with eyes to see
Through the will of God
That lies today in what I discern
From the real me
Where they let me do my thing
Wherein I am yet to define
What it is to be free
And in another passage
Ishmael is born into this new place
To make a nation possible
In its coming into being
For the cause of all procreation
Cast out of such a house To yet illustrate
What is yet to be understood
By the things we cannot clearly see...
Saturday, January 18, 2014
1-18-14 b
Back three years. These are from my book entitled "Sexual Chocolate"
Entering Twenty Eleven
1-1-11
Learning to accept my imperfections
Is one of my twenty eleven new year's resolutions
In this particular book
My odes are more lengthy
Due to more lines on the page
Where I allow my songbird to stand
On top of his cage
Seeking out peace of mind
Yet seeing the necessity of a war within
That makes it real
Needing both the warrior and the parasite
In the way we feel
As sometimes we give it all away
To make up for when we curse and steal
Learning to accept my coffee
Even when she is lukewarm
Giving it a feminine pronoun
As a shelter in an approaching snowstorm
Quite inevitable
Learning to live one day at a time in this...
Entering Twenty Eleven
1-1-11
Learning to accept my imperfections
Is one of my twenty eleven new year's resolutions
In this particular book
My odes are more lengthy
Due to more lines on the page
Where I allow my songbird to stand
On top of his cage
Seeking out peace of mind
Yet seeing the necessity of a war within
That makes it real
Needing both the warrior and the parasite
In the way we feel
As sometimes we give it all away
To make up for when we curse and steal
Learning to accept my coffee
Even when she is lukewarm
Giving it a feminine pronoun
As a shelter in an approaching snowstorm
Quite inevitable
Learning to live one day at a time in this...
1-18-14
Back Into Egypt
8-31-13
Going back to Egypt
In embarking on my latest four leaf clover of sorts
By which the ego hinders
Yet God's grace yet admonishes and exhorts
Using the same energy to praise my God
In prostration to what lies beneath
Soon to break out once more the autumn wreathe
Going back to Egypt for provisions
Just because I am human
And in need and in want
So I might discover again
Deep inward galleries to yet haunt
By the spirits of iniquity
That today I condone
Just because indeed I am...
I Embark
8-31-13
O, four leaf clover
O, will you be again the rover
Prone to wander off
To yet find much
In exploits and endeavors
Yet to discern such todays
As if they were our forevers
O, four leaf clover
Of a verdant session
Of favorable hues today
Set to stoner rock music
To set the stage of a mood
That is personified by another shadow companion
I come to terms with
O, four leaf clover
I remember you from my Irish pub exploit of excess
Hoping to possess today
My vessel in sanctification...
Realist
8-31-13
Jesus was our realist
Knowing that we cannot undo our past
So we set our hearts to forgive them seventy times seven
In our expanse azure high and vast
Where Jesus is our radical
To justify the square root of unknown triple digit numeric points
On a time line juxtaposed by what we cannot see
Particularly where lust will make one do
That which does not profit
Clouding all spiritual reasoning
For the cause of going wrong
So that rovers find their way back to Jesus
When such is meant to be...
Footnote
8-31-13
Our fulfillment is synonymous to such blessed assurance
Where we gain our integrity in such patient endurance
Flipping over to Thessalonians to regain momentum
In the continuity of what lies in store
To see much more clearly this time around
Taking it one verse at a time
To write these pages
Getting something out of nothing at all
Where our fulfillment is our assurance
According to such a footnote
That inspires so much more
In all of this...
On First Thessalonians 1:4
8-31-13
Knowing our own election
By our free choice to remember you all in our prayers
This counts as something
Even when it seems quite miniscule
In the eyes of he whom seeks out more and more
Choosing instead to take a step back
To look upon what one already knows
As the given in today's situation of space and time
Blowing smoke for the cause of such inspiration
Knowing our own election
With all beloved brethren
To help us to reach the goal
Set before faces that know only our desire for more....
Immodesty
8-31-13
Immodesty is not only for the youth
By one's ambition to wait out long lines at the ticket booth
Encouraged not to imitate such protagonists
Seen as heroes bowed down to like they were idols
Where today anything goes
Between blue lines that bleed
With saliva upon fingertips
To turn again the page
And write my next rhyme
Quoting Scripture as I go
To a place where one ceases to seek to but arrive...
No Plan
8-31-13
No plan save faith
And trust in that all we see returns to the dust
Along with carnal and fleshly lust
Tossing to seagulls one's pizza crust
In hopes to bestow upon these multitudes of they whom know desire
With no plan save my faith
Where I lean upon the wall
To wait for the elevator
I take up to my room of further study
On the topic of faith and trust
Mingled with new material written by such lust
With no plan save my faith
Led in the dark by God's left hand
By which I am given to come to understand
By no plan save my faith...
Letting It Fly
8-31-13
These poems are as stones uncut and uncarved
Refraining from making revisions like provisions
Where nothing is added to what we can see
Through the clouds of our expanse
To behold these stones left just as they are
Refraining from revisions
And therefore allowing it to be just the way it is
Created by an artist in his alchemy
As a catalyst for truth and acceptance...
8-31-13
Going back to Egypt
In embarking on my latest four leaf clover of sorts
By which the ego hinders
Yet God's grace yet admonishes and exhorts
Using the same energy to praise my God
In prostration to what lies beneath
Soon to break out once more the autumn wreathe
Going back to Egypt for provisions
Just because I am human
And in need and in want
So I might discover again
Deep inward galleries to yet haunt
By the spirits of iniquity
That today I condone
Just because indeed I am...
I Embark
8-31-13
O, four leaf clover
O, will you be again the rover
Prone to wander off
To yet find much
In exploits and endeavors
Yet to discern such todays
As if they were our forevers
O, four leaf clover
Of a verdant session
Of favorable hues today
Set to stoner rock music
To set the stage of a mood
That is personified by another shadow companion
I come to terms with
O, four leaf clover
I remember you from my Irish pub exploit of excess
Hoping to possess today
My vessel in sanctification...
Realist
8-31-13
Jesus was our realist
Knowing that we cannot undo our past
So we set our hearts to forgive them seventy times seven
In our expanse azure high and vast
Where Jesus is our radical
To justify the square root of unknown triple digit numeric points
On a time line juxtaposed by what we cannot see
Particularly where lust will make one do
That which does not profit
Clouding all spiritual reasoning
For the cause of going wrong
So that rovers find their way back to Jesus
When such is meant to be...
Footnote
8-31-13
Our fulfillment is synonymous to such blessed assurance
Where we gain our integrity in such patient endurance
Flipping over to Thessalonians to regain momentum
In the continuity of what lies in store
To see much more clearly this time around
Taking it one verse at a time
To write these pages
Getting something out of nothing at all
Where our fulfillment is our assurance
According to such a footnote
That inspires so much more
In all of this...
On First Thessalonians 1:4
8-31-13
Knowing our own election
By our free choice to remember you all in our prayers
This counts as something
Even when it seems quite miniscule
In the eyes of he whom seeks out more and more
Choosing instead to take a step back
To look upon what one already knows
As the given in today's situation of space and time
Blowing smoke for the cause of such inspiration
Knowing our own election
With all beloved brethren
To help us to reach the goal
Set before faces that know only our desire for more....
Immodesty
8-31-13
Immodesty is not only for the youth
By one's ambition to wait out long lines at the ticket booth
Encouraged not to imitate such protagonists
Seen as heroes bowed down to like they were idols
Where today anything goes
Between blue lines that bleed
With saliva upon fingertips
To turn again the page
And write my next rhyme
Quoting Scripture as I go
To a place where one ceases to seek to but arrive...
No Plan
8-31-13
No plan save faith
And trust in that all we see returns to the dust
Along with carnal and fleshly lust
Tossing to seagulls one's pizza crust
In hopes to bestow upon these multitudes of they whom know desire
With no plan save my faith
Where I lean upon the wall
To wait for the elevator
I take up to my room of further study
On the topic of faith and trust
Mingled with new material written by such lust
With no plan save my faith
Led in the dark by God's left hand
By which I am given to come to understand
By no plan save my faith...
Letting It Fly
8-31-13
These poems are as stones uncut and uncarved
Refraining from making revisions like provisions
Where nothing is added to what we can see
Through the clouds of our expanse
To behold these stones left just as they are
Refraining from revisions
And therefore allowing it to be just the way it is
Created by an artist in his alchemy
As a catalyst for truth and acceptance...
Friday, January 17, 2014
1-17-14 c
here's some of my earlier material
First Day Of Lent
3-9-11
On the first day of Lent
This morning I put on my silver crucifix yoke
Making no vow to give something up
Starting my day with Foldiers in my cup
And with the presence downstairs
Of my favorite blonde newscaster
I take her in to find bliss and inner peace
In the face of calamity and disaster
Capturing light while I write today's first page
On the road to find out
What it is to work towards becoming the sage
I am a little bit wiser
On this first day of Lent...
day 205 of my sobriety...
She Gives Me A Pick Me Up
3-9-11
I start out my day with a lady friend
Over a cup of coffee or two
Experiencing the depth of my frog pond
While yet on the surface shallow and deep
And now I'm ready to rock and roll and dance
And for joy, leap
Nothing on my agenda today
Save getting my new identification photograph taken
Where my error is intended
Where I'll be honest
Wherein I am mistaken
Stood corrected in all good graces...
Melange
3-9-11
Basking in a mélange of miscellaneous sounds
Of vedas and hymns
Feeling raw energy
In my invigorated limbs
Capturing presence and power
Bringing in consciousness of the coffee
For my first and foremost hour
I used to be afraid of it
But now I boast
No longer indifferent or desensitized
Where the light of day is my possession prized
Basking in my mélange
Of magic music or miracles
In meaningful memory
This is where it all begins...
Making Waves In Speed Boats
3-9-11
Still in the dark about what's inclusive
And comprehensive
Basking in my collection of music again today extensive
Stretching my mouth by way of pen
To let the big words out
In a conglomeration
While on spiritual probation
Part of the plan in God's creation
Stealing quotes while making waves
In speed boats
Upon which is painted several fresh coats
Still in the dark about my purpose
Hoping to be true today
In the passing of my time in poetry
For the real me...
On Exodus 10:17
3-9-11
In where I come from
I know what it is to be lonely
As I entreat my God
That he might take away this death
Only where such begging becomes repetitive
In its nature of style
Where the spirit will shine out of darkness
From a poem in a misplaced file
Trying to fix my hair
For a new photo identification card
And in my narcissism of self love
I always make it hard
Putting it bluntly
To bring out the meaning beneath the surface...
A Small Taste
3-9-11
Indra, the god of rain
Quenched his thirst with soma
As I lie flat on my back
Ecstatic in my own aroma
And today I pass the day in rhyme
Looking forward to tonight's feast
On a pie with all its toppings
Introduced to Agni, The god of fire
Getting a small taste of this history
Of wonderful mystery
Feeling like a conductor of a choir
And I sing aloud a veda of my own
As if to my love that dwells inside...
these deities are subordinate...
Today's Scattered Ode
3-9-11
The glory yet to come
Is well worth my weathering the storms
That blow over on this sea of being
For when we hope for what we do not see
Then do we with patience wait for it
Taking it slow as so approaches another weekday afternoon
Not considered idle for it has its meaning and significance
Under the tutelage of vapors and aromas that arouse
Where I hope to use this energy
To create and play
In order to clean up the chaos
On the surface of these story seas
Inhabited by other manners of honey bees
Needing flowers to hover over...
On Romans 8:26
3-9-11
The Spirit herself makes intercession
For me with groanings which cannot be uttered
Where my flowers are yet to be watered
And my biscuits buttered
Becoming inebriated with feminine hygiene products
No longer ashamed
Of this holding onto a new doctrine
Stating that such awareness is bliss
And I as a dog will growl
And like a cat hiss
Channeling new energy
Into centers of my seat of power....
Regale
3-9-11
When you pray for the people
Today you will learn to love them more
As I come to terms with my preference
Of refraining to make it public
In these poems only meant to refine my taste
As tonight, pertaining to now
I lavishly regale and entertain my sensual passions
Learning how to flow effortlessly
As a raging river to the Red Sea
A color that pertains to the lotus
At the base of my spine
It's a new and improved form of wine
Like the soma of my blissful aroma...
First Day Of Lent
3-9-11
On the first day of Lent
This morning I put on my silver crucifix yoke
Making no vow to give something up
Starting my day with Foldiers in my cup
And with the presence downstairs
Of my favorite blonde newscaster
I take her in to find bliss and inner peace
In the face of calamity and disaster
Capturing light while I write today's first page
On the road to find out
What it is to work towards becoming the sage
I am a little bit wiser
On this first day of Lent...
day 205 of my sobriety...
She Gives Me A Pick Me Up
3-9-11
I start out my day with a lady friend
Over a cup of coffee or two
Experiencing the depth of my frog pond
While yet on the surface shallow and deep
And now I'm ready to rock and roll and dance
And for joy, leap
Nothing on my agenda today
Save getting my new identification photograph taken
Where my error is intended
Where I'll be honest
Wherein I am mistaken
Stood corrected in all good graces...
Melange
3-9-11
Basking in a mélange of miscellaneous sounds
Of vedas and hymns
Feeling raw energy
In my invigorated limbs
Capturing presence and power
Bringing in consciousness of the coffee
For my first and foremost hour
I used to be afraid of it
But now I boast
No longer indifferent or desensitized
Where the light of day is my possession prized
Basking in my mélange
Of magic music or miracles
In meaningful memory
This is where it all begins...
Making Waves In Speed Boats
3-9-11
Still in the dark about what's inclusive
And comprehensive
Basking in my collection of music again today extensive
Stretching my mouth by way of pen
To let the big words out
In a conglomeration
While on spiritual probation
Part of the plan in God's creation
Stealing quotes while making waves
In speed boats
Upon which is painted several fresh coats
Still in the dark about my purpose
Hoping to be true today
In the passing of my time in poetry
For the real me...
On Exodus 10:17
3-9-11
In where I come from
I know what it is to be lonely
As I entreat my God
That he might take away this death
Only where such begging becomes repetitive
In its nature of style
Where the spirit will shine out of darkness
From a poem in a misplaced file
Trying to fix my hair
For a new photo identification card
And in my narcissism of self love
I always make it hard
Putting it bluntly
To bring out the meaning beneath the surface...
A Small Taste
3-9-11
Indra, the god of rain
Quenched his thirst with soma
As I lie flat on my back
Ecstatic in my own aroma
And today I pass the day in rhyme
Looking forward to tonight's feast
On a pie with all its toppings
Introduced to Agni, The god of fire
Getting a small taste of this history
Of wonderful mystery
Feeling like a conductor of a choir
And I sing aloud a veda of my own
As if to my love that dwells inside...
these deities are subordinate...
Today's Scattered Ode
3-9-11
The glory yet to come
Is well worth my weathering the storms
That blow over on this sea of being
For when we hope for what we do not see
Then do we with patience wait for it
Taking it slow as so approaches another weekday afternoon
Not considered idle for it has its meaning and significance
Under the tutelage of vapors and aromas that arouse
Where I hope to use this energy
To create and play
In order to clean up the chaos
On the surface of these story seas
Inhabited by other manners of honey bees
Needing flowers to hover over...
On Romans 8:26
3-9-11
The Spirit herself makes intercession
For me with groanings which cannot be uttered
Where my flowers are yet to be watered
And my biscuits buttered
Becoming inebriated with feminine hygiene products
No longer ashamed
Of this holding onto a new doctrine
Stating that such awareness is bliss
And I as a dog will growl
And like a cat hiss
Channeling new energy
Into centers of my seat of power....
Regale
3-9-11
When you pray for the people
Today you will learn to love them more
As I come to terms with my preference
Of refraining to make it public
In these poems only meant to refine my taste
As tonight, pertaining to now
I lavishly regale and entertain my sensual passions
Learning how to flow effortlessly
As a raging river to the Red Sea
A color that pertains to the lotus
At the base of my spine
It's a new and improved form of wine
Like the soma of my blissful aroma...
1-17-14 b
On Romans 11:1
1-1-14
Of the tribe of Benjamin
An Israelite
I can boldly say that I have seen the light
Where they have killed our prophets
And torn down our altars
To provide the bible scholar his second sight
Where believing is as seeing
In our fresh and new state of being
By the action verbs abused
As if tigers from cages one is freeing
Yet to inquire
Has God cast away his people
To be answered, O God forbid...
Remnant
1-1-14
I alone remain where they seek my neck
With caffeine running through my every vein
Where I again get into my wreck
Starting out the new year with Dylan
Playing today my rummy
With a three quarters deck
Reserving myself seven thousand
Whom would not bow down
Writing these rhymes from the heart
On the east edge of town
By this remnant
According to election of men of renown
Where I alone remain
And they seek my life....
Face To Face
1-1-14
There is a remnant
According to the election of grace
By my consciousness that today abides
In a much better place
Sitting on my love seat with Jesus
Where we talk face to face
And if of grace
Then it is no longer of our works
In no such need for a can of mace
Yeah, there is a remnant
Wherein it is God's desire
That everyone will be saved...
Fast And Feast
1-1-14
Israel has not obtained what she seeks
By my celebration of this feast of weeks
Where we go on a fast
To fulfill cessation at last
Where the wager is made
And the die is cast
Where the elect have obtained it
And the rest of them go blind
As all of such infirmities
Are only in our mind
Where we all read the same book
To believe of one accord
Where today all things are possible
In the good Lord....
Bowing Down
1-1-14
Always bowing down my back
In the absence of color
In one's white and black
Where my conscience spares me
Cutting some slack
Justified by these words
As a plan of attack
Where salvation comes to the gentiles
And nothing of the sort will we need lack
Always bowing down my head
Being today both alive and dead
Hoping that all has not been done and said
Provoking them to jealousy
In being well fed
O, how much more our fullness...
Olive Roots
1-1-14
Olive roots doth represent
The blessings promised to Abraham's seed
Where he that is hungry
Would gladly eat of swine swill and chicken feed
Where God yet doth spare the natural branches
In their need of necessity
Obliged to be what God has made them
In a seemingly newfangled reality
On this new years day of new hope
To both mask and manage
In one's new way to cope
Putting into practice one's joy
In double knots tied in one's rope
Of olive roots
That represent the blessings promised
Yet to be received in those that indeed are...
Ministry
1-1-14
Israel's blindness is only in part
Where I quote these passages and call it art
Where Judah's speechlessness would be their ministry
Where I am given a fresh and new start
Going back to school in my dreams
But not to get smart
Given these words that come straight from the heart
If by any means one would provoke them to jealousy
By the contents of one's shopping cart
Stocking up one's abode with comestibles
Of further blessings to count one by one...
Ministries
1-1-14
Ministries yet to magnify
So doth transcend the truth in one's lie
By tears of joy that one doth cry
In no further need to ask why
Where the root is holy
And therefore are the branches
Where the firstfruit is holy
And therefore is the lump
Where treasure is to be found
In one's city dump
Where the tree is hewn
And left over is the stump
By these ministries yet to magnify...
On Romans 11:15
1-1-14
What would be my acceptance
But life from the dead
And all of mine infirmities
That are only in my head
On this new years day
When by the manna I am well fed
Choosing to claim and to believe
That not everything is done and said
O, what would be my acceptance
But my dying in my living
And what would be my justification
But my forgetting and forgiving
To be reconciled and therefore glorified
By the way that is narrow
Upon a path that is wide
Where contention doth come by pride
O, what would be my acceptance...
1-1-14
Of the tribe of Benjamin
An Israelite
I can boldly say that I have seen the light
Where they have killed our prophets
And torn down our altars
To provide the bible scholar his second sight
Where believing is as seeing
In our fresh and new state of being
By the action verbs abused
As if tigers from cages one is freeing
Yet to inquire
Has God cast away his people
To be answered, O God forbid...
Remnant
1-1-14
I alone remain where they seek my neck
With caffeine running through my every vein
Where I again get into my wreck
Starting out the new year with Dylan
Playing today my rummy
With a three quarters deck
Reserving myself seven thousand
Whom would not bow down
Writing these rhymes from the heart
On the east edge of town
By this remnant
According to election of men of renown
Where I alone remain
And they seek my life....
Face To Face
1-1-14
There is a remnant
According to the election of grace
By my consciousness that today abides
In a much better place
Sitting on my love seat with Jesus
Where we talk face to face
And if of grace
Then it is no longer of our works
In no such need for a can of mace
Yeah, there is a remnant
Wherein it is God's desire
That everyone will be saved...
Fast And Feast
1-1-14
Israel has not obtained what she seeks
By my celebration of this feast of weeks
Where we go on a fast
To fulfill cessation at last
Where the wager is made
And the die is cast
Where the elect have obtained it
And the rest of them go blind
As all of such infirmities
Are only in our mind
Where we all read the same book
To believe of one accord
Where today all things are possible
In the good Lord....
Bowing Down
1-1-14
Always bowing down my back
In the absence of color
In one's white and black
Where my conscience spares me
Cutting some slack
Justified by these words
As a plan of attack
Where salvation comes to the gentiles
And nothing of the sort will we need lack
Always bowing down my head
Being today both alive and dead
Hoping that all has not been done and said
Provoking them to jealousy
In being well fed
O, how much more our fullness...
Olive Roots
1-1-14
Olive roots doth represent
The blessings promised to Abraham's seed
Where he that is hungry
Would gladly eat of swine swill and chicken feed
Where God yet doth spare the natural branches
In their need of necessity
Obliged to be what God has made them
In a seemingly newfangled reality
On this new years day of new hope
To both mask and manage
In one's new way to cope
Putting into practice one's joy
In double knots tied in one's rope
Of olive roots
That represent the blessings promised
Yet to be received in those that indeed are...
Ministry
1-1-14
Israel's blindness is only in part
Where I quote these passages and call it art
Where Judah's speechlessness would be their ministry
Where I am given a fresh and new start
Going back to school in my dreams
But not to get smart
Given these words that come straight from the heart
If by any means one would provoke them to jealousy
By the contents of one's shopping cart
Stocking up one's abode with comestibles
Of further blessings to count one by one...
Ministries
1-1-14
Ministries yet to magnify
So doth transcend the truth in one's lie
By tears of joy that one doth cry
In no further need to ask why
Where the root is holy
And therefore are the branches
Where the firstfruit is holy
And therefore is the lump
Where treasure is to be found
In one's city dump
Where the tree is hewn
And left over is the stump
By these ministries yet to magnify...
On Romans 11:15
1-1-14
What would be my acceptance
But life from the dead
And all of mine infirmities
That are only in my head
On this new years day
When by the manna I am well fed
Choosing to claim and to believe
That not everything is done and said
O, what would be my acceptance
But my dying in my living
And what would be my justification
But my forgetting and forgiving
To be reconciled and therefore glorified
By the way that is narrow
Upon a path that is wide
Where contention doth come by pride
O, what would be my acceptance...
Thursday, January 16, 2014
1-17-14
Servant
10-14-13
Poets and slaves do serve
Getting more out of it
Than what they deserve
Where the servant is the highest of all titles
And the child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven
Where poets and slaves find their way
In the darkness dispelled by the available light
That an eye can see in all dimness wondering why
I write these words of exhortation at hand
Of poets and slaves
That serve God's purpose
In all that is yet to be said of it....
Zin
10-14-13
Praying for manna again
To be the sustenance of this humble pen
Delivered again from the lion's den
Smiting my rock twice
To accentuate the where and when
Given this new rhyme scheme
For the cause of last night's prophetic dream
Of my theme park ride of darkness
According to the now of my Zen
In the wilderness of Zin
Wandering aimlessly
So that I might find it...
Hillbilly Hippie
10-14-13
By my backwoods beatitude of my basking and bliss
I am yet uncouth in drinking my own piss
Wherein believe it or not
This is just as well written in the Scripture
That does not change
Where we are not to diminish
Nor add to it
By my backwoods beatitude
I am yet rustic
Like a hillbilly hippie of sorts
Doing just what he does about it...
Wisdom To Apply
10-14-13
Christianity is more than just its academic
Where I seek to apply what I have studied
To a life yet under his construction
Wanting more than the faith
According to the word of truth
Of which I want to do something
With where our hoar hairs
Serve as a sign of wisdom
Defined as what you do with what you know
In that I want to perform
That which in the holy spirit I've been taught...
Dauntless
10-14-13
The dying of Aaron
Marks the end of the wanderings of the people
That thirsted
Where Moses smites the rock twice
So that the people and their animals might drink
This is a mystery I read of today
Upon which I can deeply ponder
In that I think
In that I find it a miracle
When life is hard
In that I am driven again to the brink
Where ripples do not cease to flow...
Relative
10-14-13
Yet related and affined
Are dispositions to which we are inclined
Yet connected and closely bound
Where the new album has its excellent and wonderful sound
Through earphone speakers
Where I sit at my table facing east
Where the kingdom is illustrated as the beast
Yet related and affined
In the forest where roots grow deep entwined...
On Isaiah 47:2
10-14-13
To uncover one's thigh
So was the command at high noon
Yet to expose that which is lascivious and lewd
As a sacred truth to stir it up and set the mood
Making bare the leg to prove a point
That it's more than just one's vesture
That makes one's decency
To uncover one's locks
And make known the face
Where we are what we are
By God's good grace...
Millstone
10-14-13
Taking up my millstones to grind the meal
Seeing that truth lies in what I think and feel
No longer trying to be strong in being real
Where God is my strength today
Where we can still spin the wheel
Where our nakedness is to be uncovered
And shame to be seen
Where I am yet unfledged
Callow, crass and green
I say this much to be humbled
So I can know what such a thing can mean...
Savannah
10-14-13
In the plain of our savannah
We are surnamed as the savant
Yet not to take credit
For what God has given us
According to the knowledge at hand
Of coarse grasses and scattered tree growth
Where rainfall is seasonal and abundant
To yet bless the fertile ground
Of sustenance in the plain of our savannah...
10-14-13
Poets and slaves do serve
Getting more out of it
Than what they deserve
Where the servant is the highest of all titles
And the child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven
Where poets and slaves find their way
In the darkness dispelled by the available light
That an eye can see in all dimness wondering why
I write these words of exhortation at hand
Of poets and slaves
That serve God's purpose
In all that is yet to be said of it....
Zin
10-14-13
Praying for manna again
To be the sustenance of this humble pen
Delivered again from the lion's den
Smiting my rock twice
To accentuate the where and when
Given this new rhyme scheme
For the cause of last night's prophetic dream
Of my theme park ride of darkness
According to the now of my Zen
In the wilderness of Zin
Wandering aimlessly
So that I might find it...
Hillbilly Hippie
10-14-13
By my backwoods beatitude of my basking and bliss
I am yet uncouth in drinking my own piss
Wherein believe it or not
This is just as well written in the Scripture
That does not change
Where we are not to diminish
Nor add to it
By my backwoods beatitude
I am yet rustic
Like a hillbilly hippie of sorts
Doing just what he does about it...
Wisdom To Apply
10-14-13
Christianity is more than just its academic
Where I seek to apply what I have studied
To a life yet under his construction
Wanting more than the faith
According to the word of truth
Of which I want to do something
With where our hoar hairs
Serve as a sign of wisdom
Defined as what you do with what you know
In that I want to perform
That which in the holy spirit I've been taught...
Dauntless
10-14-13
The dying of Aaron
Marks the end of the wanderings of the people
That thirsted
Where Moses smites the rock twice
So that the people and their animals might drink
This is a mystery I read of today
Upon which I can deeply ponder
In that I think
In that I find it a miracle
When life is hard
In that I am driven again to the brink
Where ripples do not cease to flow...
Relative
10-14-13
Yet related and affined
Are dispositions to which we are inclined
Yet connected and closely bound
Where the new album has its excellent and wonderful sound
Through earphone speakers
Where I sit at my table facing east
Where the kingdom is illustrated as the beast
Yet related and affined
In the forest where roots grow deep entwined...
On Isaiah 47:2
10-14-13
To uncover one's thigh
So was the command at high noon
Yet to expose that which is lascivious and lewd
As a sacred truth to stir it up and set the mood
Making bare the leg to prove a point
That it's more than just one's vesture
That makes one's decency
To uncover one's locks
And make known the face
Where we are what we are
By God's good grace...
Millstone
10-14-13
Taking up my millstones to grind the meal
Seeing that truth lies in what I think and feel
No longer trying to be strong in being real
Where God is my strength today
Where we can still spin the wheel
Where our nakedness is to be uncovered
And shame to be seen
Where I am yet unfledged
Callow, crass and green
I say this much to be humbled
So I can know what such a thing can mean...
Savannah
10-14-13
In the plain of our savannah
We are surnamed as the savant
Yet not to take credit
For what God has given us
According to the knowledge at hand
Of coarse grasses and scattered tree growth
Where rainfall is seasonal and abundant
To yet bless the fertile ground
Of sustenance in the plain of our savannah...
1-16-14 c
On Isaiah 45:1
10-14-13
Loosing the loin of kings
By the utterance of the herald angel that sings
Yet to begin again on another prolific Columbus Day
Foe the cause of itself
Where I reorganize books upon another dusty shelf
Loosing the loins of princes
And in all of those in authority
That seek after our souls
Given a fresh vision
In all dreams and goals...
Darkness And Light
10-14-13
God so forms the light
Creating darkness
Making peace today
With that which lies deep within
Where grace is not known to be a license to sin
But as an opportunity to turn around
On one's broad path
To the ruin that one comes out of
In deliverance and redemption
Praying for another prolific Columbus Day of sorts
Where God so makes peace
And as well creates the evil
To bring about all balance and moderation
In all of this...
Saying A Blessing Upon The Rain
10-14-13
Yet to confront my sentient life forms
In rivers and seas
To say a blessing upon the rain
For grass and trees
Given the treasures of darkness
Seeing the purpose even in what is futile
Even of such mosquitoes and fleas
To know that every member has its significance
Changing the way I think of it
In my intercession to observe
Rather than to wield resentment...
A Dream Of My Acclivity
10-14-13
Last night's dream was of a theme park ride
Simulating a trip to darkness as we can know it
Seeing the humor in such endeavors
To interpret what I saw there
Without the assistance of a Daniel
Serving as a shadow to this salvation
Given the helping hand of the humble
Of last night's dream
Of coasting down a steep hill
Hanging on for dear life
Of my sole survival...
Tongue In Cheek
10-14-13
Ironic and sardonic
Is all scorn and derision
According to the King James version
That I began with
In beautiful studies
Where I have been exalted
To the point of forgetting where I came from
On another prolific Columbus Day
Discovering America again
In my freedom to read my bible
Sardonic and ironic
With my tongue in my cheek
Seeing that I am strong
Wherein I am weak....
Bearing
10-14-13
Tasting of the pilchard
And my oily herring
To the exact degree of my longitude
Of my ominous yet opportune bearing
Looking upon the map I see where I'll go next
Reading all that is highlighted in red
Of this salted text
Worshipping in my own way
Knowing that no two believers are alike
In such a faith where I speak into the mic
Tasting of this trout and shad
In choosing to look up
And to be glad..
Ode Not Polished
10-14-13
You can step on my toes
Without messing up my shoe polish
Where we weed out our gardens
Of such ordinances to yet abolish
Finding what we can amputate
In the matters of all bitterness and hate
Towing the line and the mark of such a fire fanned
By a single scintillating spark
Knowing the light in only what we can see in the dark
Where the truth reiterated is our walk in the park
Bringing along our breadcrumbs
To feed the geese....
none of my poems were polished or revised. they are all quite rough.
My Assembly
10-14-13
Yet to assemble and draw near
And take heed in how we might hear
In that our love doth cast out all fear
Meant to gather together at least three times a year
Where he that is escaped out of the nations so do prosper
Taking pride in photographs of myself
Holding fast to feline companions
That have enhanced my life
In just being there and here
Yet so assemble and draw near
And to take heed how I hear....
Another Dylan Quote
10-14-13
Letting the cat out of the cage
Keeping as low profile
Quoting Dylan today
To write these rhymes
With class and style
Where I can break down and cry awhile
According to the song less commercial
On CD's stacked in my euphonious pile
Taking a deep drag
To feel my quick fix
So I can go that extra mile
In a new rhyme scheme
Broken by a word of wisdom
To but proceed....
Vassal
10-14-13
By my vassalage of my virtue
I scribble these words
Like a work of art
Extemporaneos and rough
And not revised
In such a quality of all sincerity
Being as the vassal
Of a bondman that chooses to cease to seek out the freedom
By homage, adulation and incense
With gibberish of which we can begin to make sense
Wealthy in Spirit
But not in pesitas or pence
By my vassalage of virtue
We cry, O get thee hence....
all of these poems are rough and not revised. never mind the typos...
10-14-13
Loosing the loin of kings
By the utterance of the herald angel that sings
Yet to begin again on another prolific Columbus Day
Foe the cause of itself
Where I reorganize books upon another dusty shelf
Loosing the loins of princes
And in all of those in authority
That seek after our souls
Given a fresh vision
In all dreams and goals...
Darkness And Light
10-14-13
God so forms the light
Creating darkness
Making peace today
With that which lies deep within
Where grace is not known to be a license to sin
But as an opportunity to turn around
On one's broad path
To the ruin that one comes out of
In deliverance and redemption
Praying for another prolific Columbus Day of sorts
Where God so makes peace
And as well creates the evil
To bring about all balance and moderation
In all of this...
Saying A Blessing Upon The Rain
10-14-13
Yet to confront my sentient life forms
In rivers and seas
To say a blessing upon the rain
For grass and trees
Given the treasures of darkness
Seeing the purpose even in what is futile
Even of such mosquitoes and fleas
To know that every member has its significance
Changing the way I think of it
In my intercession to observe
Rather than to wield resentment...
A Dream Of My Acclivity
10-14-13
Last night's dream was of a theme park ride
Simulating a trip to darkness as we can know it
Seeing the humor in such endeavors
To interpret what I saw there
Without the assistance of a Daniel
Serving as a shadow to this salvation
Given the helping hand of the humble
Of last night's dream
Of coasting down a steep hill
Hanging on for dear life
Of my sole survival...
Tongue In Cheek
10-14-13
Ironic and sardonic
Is all scorn and derision
According to the King James version
That I began with
In beautiful studies
Where I have been exalted
To the point of forgetting where I came from
On another prolific Columbus Day
Discovering America again
In my freedom to read my bible
Sardonic and ironic
With my tongue in my cheek
Seeing that I am strong
Wherein I am weak....
Bearing
10-14-13
Tasting of the pilchard
And my oily herring
To the exact degree of my longitude
Of my ominous yet opportune bearing
Looking upon the map I see where I'll go next
Reading all that is highlighted in red
Of this salted text
Worshipping in my own way
Knowing that no two believers are alike
In such a faith where I speak into the mic
Tasting of this trout and shad
In choosing to look up
And to be glad..
Ode Not Polished
10-14-13
You can step on my toes
Without messing up my shoe polish
Where we weed out our gardens
Of such ordinances to yet abolish
Finding what we can amputate
In the matters of all bitterness and hate
Towing the line and the mark of such a fire fanned
By a single scintillating spark
Knowing the light in only what we can see in the dark
Where the truth reiterated is our walk in the park
Bringing along our breadcrumbs
To feed the geese....
none of my poems were polished or revised. they are all quite rough.
My Assembly
10-14-13
Yet to assemble and draw near
And take heed in how we might hear
In that our love doth cast out all fear
Meant to gather together at least three times a year
Where he that is escaped out of the nations so do prosper
Taking pride in photographs of myself
Holding fast to feline companions
That have enhanced my life
In just being there and here
Yet so assemble and draw near
And to take heed how I hear....
Another Dylan Quote
10-14-13
Letting the cat out of the cage
Keeping as low profile
Quoting Dylan today
To write these rhymes
With class and style
Where I can break down and cry awhile
According to the song less commercial
On CD's stacked in my euphonious pile
Taking a deep drag
To feel my quick fix
So I can go that extra mile
In a new rhyme scheme
Broken by a word of wisdom
To but proceed....
Vassal
10-14-13
By my vassalage of my virtue
I scribble these words
Like a work of art
Extemporaneos and rough
And not revised
In such a quality of all sincerity
Being as the vassal
Of a bondman that chooses to cease to seek out the freedom
By homage, adulation and incense
With gibberish of which we can begin to make sense
Wealthy in Spirit
But not in pesitas or pence
By my vassalage of virtue
We cry, O get thee hence....
all of these poems are rough and not revised. never mind the typos...
1-16-14 b
going back in time two months
Pale
10-12-13
Heraldic escutcheons with their stripes
Adorn all their adulation aroused
In the passions of privelages to prophesy
Knowing not just where I am going in this
By one's limits and bounds of flesh fed to basset hounds
And remnants of tomato seeds
Upon my blue sweatshirt
Of these trials at hand
In heraldic escutcheons mentioned here
For the cause of itself that stands alone...
Another Dark Day
10-12-13
By the half light of another dreary Sabbath
Such is made for man
And not man for such
By the half light of my obstructed firmament
In fight and flight
One cannot make his hair white
Given my only agenda today to do just this
By the half light of what we can know
With eyes and ears inclined
Assigned only to do what is divined...
On Isaiah 37:24
10-12-13
Entering into the height of his border
Into the forest of his caramel dessert decadent while in doubt
Cutting down our choice spruce trees
Sending messengers into the forest
Of our failure in the faith
To flinch from our firmament
To feed our fortune
Rambling for the cause of itself
And for the cedars of Lebanon
Not felled by such an axe
Laid at the stump
For the cause of itself
To enter into this forest
By our faith alone...
Root
10-12-13
Roots of my herbaceous lindens
Reach yet deeper in fertile soils
By the banks of my Nile
Where I'm still in this denial
Trying to live as if nothing is wrong with this
Choosing to be content in peace of mind
To cease this endless chase after my bliss
By fibrous bark in the scintillation of my spark
I teach in the light
What I learn in the dark
Just as well amongst the jute
Deeper still so grows my root...
Fight
10-12-13
As a combatant or a casualty
We are as sitting ducks
In forgetting how we are in this fight for our lives
Being a victor or a victim
By the manna upon which another bible scholar thrives
And truly I miss out
When I decline from another proposition
For the cause of just this
Knowing either weal or woe
To know the trial by which
I will continue to grow
Reaching new heights
While staying and laying low...
I chose not to go to the party to stay home and write poetry....
Gavel
10-12-13
Slamming my gavel down
Taking off from my head a silver crown
Also known as the currency we cannot do away with
Amongst men of renown
Calling for peace and order
In the courtroom in a dream
Where I'll be judged again
According to the words made here
By my humble pen
Given the how-to
According to the where and when
Slamming the gavel down
To declare my innocence...
My Commandment
10-12-13
Commandments are more than suggestions
So that we might live long upon the earth
But not be of it
Making ourselves accountable
To acknowledge how we are not above it
Steeping my Sabbath's first cup of herbal tea
To count myself as an individual to be apart from the I of the me
Yet to rightly divide the word of truth
And to propagate all that I come here to see
In that God knows just what I go through
In this bondage by which I can be set free....
My Interpretation
10-12-13
The Bible today interprets itself
In ways crystal clear
Telling us not to fear
Where I incline an ear to hear
Before as a prophet and now a seer
Allowing all things to be done
Decently and in order
Limited not by the imaginary line
Of our southern border
Sustained today by my own spoken words
Into the microphone of my tape recorder
And if this is all that I do today
Then indeed I do well.....
yeah, I still use cassettes..
On Numbers 17:2
10-12-13
Of the twelve rods
So today are the strange gods
To better our odds
To yet succeed in such
Even if all I do is read these words
No longer idle by flocks and herds
Checking to see if these intentions are doctrinally sound
As I meander to and fro in wandering around
Appointing his prophets during the first century
Of the written word yet dispensed
With these twelve rods budded
According to what we can see...
twelve is a common number in Scripture...
Apple Seed
10-13-13
Before you can pick the apple
You must plant the seed
Inspired by today's toothache
As if temptation serves as my need
When every time we do it
By our hand we make Jesus bleed
In the present tense as now and always
To plant the flower alongside the weed
Making our apple pie
In relinquishing the lie
Making prayer every time we sigh
Making melodies out of nothing at all
Without knowing why
Falling on our faces
Before our most High...
Back To Work
10-13-13
Getting off the bench
Warmed by those whom want their smoke break
Getting back to work
Where God gives us as much as we can take
By the exfoliation of skin from a gardener snake
Given such a nostalgic flash of a quality made new again
Given today the gift of this humble and willing pen
Fasting today with the exception of herbal tea
Writing for the words alone
That flow from the real me....
Redeemed
10-13-13
For you, God has a vision
If indeed he bought you with a price
Dreading the change of the season
And to slippery paths of black ice
But God says O, fear not
When that which is nasty is made as nice
Still in bondage to my besetting sin
Of my vice seeking freedom of spirit and heart
Seeking the will to once again declare thou art
While for you God has a dream
If indeed you have been redeemed...
my vice: cigarette smoking
Significant
10-13-13
Even if these words seem meaningless
I believe that God has his purpose in it just as well
As a plan for truth reiterated and rehashed here
In the rhyme and verse
Where we can see a gift in every seeming curse
Even when these writings seem futile
Such is not a coincidence nor by default
Praying that I will go out tomorrow
To get what I need
And for the know-how
To do so without fear...
my phobia: going out into the world....
Pale
10-12-13
Heraldic escutcheons with their stripes
Adorn all their adulation aroused
In the passions of privelages to prophesy
Knowing not just where I am going in this
By one's limits and bounds of flesh fed to basset hounds
And remnants of tomato seeds
Upon my blue sweatshirt
Of these trials at hand
In heraldic escutcheons mentioned here
For the cause of itself that stands alone...
Another Dark Day
10-12-13
By the half light of another dreary Sabbath
Such is made for man
And not man for such
By the half light of my obstructed firmament
In fight and flight
One cannot make his hair white
Given my only agenda today to do just this
By the half light of what we can know
With eyes and ears inclined
Assigned only to do what is divined...
On Isaiah 37:24
10-12-13
Entering into the height of his border
Into the forest of his caramel dessert decadent while in doubt
Cutting down our choice spruce trees
Sending messengers into the forest
Of our failure in the faith
To flinch from our firmament
To feed our fortune
Rambling for the cause of itself
And for the cedars of Lebanon
Not felled by such an axe
Laid at the stump
For the cause of itself
To enter into this forest
By our faith alone...
Root
10-12-13
Roots of my herbaceous lindens
Reach yet deeper in fertile soils
By the banks of my Nile
Where I'm still in this denial
Trying to live as if nothing is wrong with this
Choosing to be content in peace of mind
To cease this endless chase after my bliss
By fibrous bark in the scintillation of my spark
I teach in the light
What I learn in the dark
Just as well amongst the jute
Deeper still so grows my root...
Fight
10-12-13
As a combatant or a casualty
We are as sitting ducks
In forgetting how we are in this fight for our lives
Being a victor or a victim
By the manna upon which another bible scholar thrives
And truly I miss out
When I decline from another proposition
For the cause of just this
Knowing either weal or woe
To know the trial by which
I will continue to grow
Reaching new heights
While staying and laying low...
I chose not to go to the party to stay home and write poetry....
Gavel
10-12-13
Slamming my gavel down
Taking off from my head a silver crown
Also known as the currency we cannot do away with
Amongst men of renown
Calling for peace and order
In the courtroom in a dream
Where I'll be judged again
According to the words made here
By my humble pen
Given the how-to
According to the where and when
Slamming the gavel down
To declare my innocence...
My Commandment
10-12-13
Commandments are more than suggestions
So that we might live long upon the earth
But not be of it
Making ourselves accountable
To acknowledge how we are not above it
Steeping my Sabbath's first cup of herbal tea
To count myself as an individual to be apart from the I of the me
Yet to rightly divide the word of truth
And to propagate all that I come here to see
In that God knows just what I go through
In this bondage by which I can be set free....
My Interpretation
10-12-13
The Bible today interprets itself
In ways crystal clear
Telling us not to fear
Where I incline an ear to hear
Before as a prophet and now a seer
Allowing all things to be done
Decently and in order
Limited not by the imaginary line
Of our southern border
Sustained today by my own spoken words
Into the microphone of my tape recorder
And if this is all that I do today
Then indeed I do well.....
yeah, I still use cassettes..
On Numbers 17:2
10-12-13
Of the twelve rods
So today are the strange gods
To better our odds
To yet succeed in such
Even if all I do is read these words
No longer idle by flocks and herds
Checking to see if these intentions are doctrinally sound
As I meander to and fro in wandering around
Appointing his prophets during the first century
Of the written word yet dispensed
With these twelve rods budded
According to what we can see...
twelve is a common number in Scripture...
Apple Seed
10-13-13
Before you can pick the apple
You must plant the seed
Inspired by today's toothache
As if temptation serves as my need
When every time we do it
By our hand we make Jesus bleed
In the present tense as now and always
To plant the flower alongside the weed
Making our apple pie
In relinquishing the lie
Making prayer every time we sigh
Making melodies out of nothing at all
Without knowing why
Falling on our faces
Before our most High...
Back To Work
10-13-13
Getting off the bench
Warmed by those whom want their smoke break
Getting back to work
Where God gives us as much as we can take
By the exfoliation of skin from a gardener snake
Given such a nostalgic flash of a quality made new again
Given today the gift of this humble and willing pen
Fasting today with the exception of herbal tea
Writing for the words alone
That flow from the real me....
Redeemed
10-13-13
For you, God has a vision
If indeed he bought you with a price
Dreading the change of the season
And to slippery paths of black ice
But God says O, fear not
When that which is nasty is made as nice
Still in bondage to my besetting sin
Of my vice seeking freedom of spirit and heart
Seeking the will to once again declare thou art
While for you God has a dream
If indeed you have been redeemed...
my vice: cigarette smoking
Significant
10-13-13
Even if these words seem meaningless
I believe that God has his purpose in it just as well
As a plan for truth reiterated and rehashed here
In the rhyme and verse
Where we can see a gift in every seeming curse
Even when these writings seem futile
Such is not a coincidence nor by default
Praying that I will go out tomorrow
To get what I need
And for the know-how
To do so without fear...
my phobia: going out into the world....
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