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Obstacle
9-18-13

Worry is simply a part of the world of its changing
To bring peace to a mind at rest
Yet rearranging as the obstacle
To refine the poet and scholar
Through fire of a heavenly sort
According to desire
Where the opposites tend to produce
Even more gratitude
In these voices that guide one
In the way of wonders of weal and woe
In that it is a great strength to say you don't know....





Impartiality
9-18-13

God sends his rain
Upon the wicked and the just
Yet not today
In which a scholar puts his trust
As a day spelled with a capital letter
That will be just as it is
Coming like a thief at noon
To comfort one in all endeavors
Where one's ego is the one that is insecure
Seeking to be meek
If such a thing can be
In my search for the real me
Where God sends his rain
Upon another river surging to her sea....





Torque
9-18-13

Once and twice overwhelmed
By such a torqued upsurge of this raging river Euphrates
Where the dross the flame doth purge
Inspired by my yesterdays
Of the brook of affliction
From which several smooth stones are chosen
To match the giant that assists me
With the challenges at hand
Looking out this east window
With its view of magnolias
Soon to turn come my All Saint's Day
Of hope in what I cannot see
To which I close my eyes to see...





Pirate
9-18-13

I am a pirate like a thief
Dreaming of my vertigo
Of altitudinous snow falling out of season
To be a token for times of change
Where I lean upon the rock
Where many were slain
For what they believed in and still do
While taking on a ne form of old wineskins
Filled again by additional fermentations
Of this babbling and rambling
Of horse racing wages
Of idle games of gambling
Where I am a pirate and a thief
Of the words that in truth
Belong to all that behold...





Natural High
9-18-13

In my living death of last night's affliction
I hold my dying breath
To make me feel like one on crystal meth
By such a natural high
In my insane meditation
Putting to practice this alchemy
Saying another blessing upon the books
Lining the east wall
And for the children that come in and out of here and there
For we and they and us and them
Writing upon a tablet
With no intentions to back my poems up
In the digital sense
Like my gift that writes the next chapter....