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Opportunity
12-31-13

See you next year
O, library commoraderies
Distant and faded like my jeans
In Lord Byron verse and Shakespeare scenes
See you next year
O happy, happy new year
Being an opportunity
To give over to God all fear
Leading me by the hand out of Egypt again
So that I might go back to put forth this almond rod
Of a willing and humble pen
See you next year...




It Is Written
12-31-13

Laws are written in our minds
Jotted down in our hearts
In remembrances of my roots
Wherein I would write about shits and farts
But since then my friend I have been refined
By the celebration of how I am
Still being wined and dined
Receiving much more than what I deserve
Being yet as one to watch and observe
Giving up trying to give it up
As so refilled again is my teacup...




On Romans 10:6-8
12-31-13

Do not say in your heart
O, who will ascend
For we will all know each other
With perfect love and understanding in the end
Brought down from high up above
And no need to pretend
Wearing no façade
Being as children of the One God
Seeing it as quite even no more as odd
Where the word is near you
In your mouth and in your heart
That is the word of faith that we preach...





Absence And Presence
12-31-13

Tomorrow I am AWOL
From the new years day feast
To stay home and gaze out my window facing east
To carve a little bit
From my own roast beast
Being as the Grinch
That will not come down to Whoville
Partaking in my own juice
With hours to kill
Yeah, tomorrow I am absent from the community fest
To write my compositions
In gazing upon my wall west
Tomorrow I am me
Just as God has made
Hearing those angel voices
That say that I have it made in the shade...




Sealed
12-31-13

Yet sealed and saved yet healed
And no longer enslaved
As he whom calls on him
Will be as such
While soon with my brother
I get back in touch
For there is no distinction
Between the Jew and the Greek
According to the book of Romans
And windows of heaven that open up
Wherein I yet seek
Where blessed are the poor
And as well the meek
Where it is a strength to confess
That one is weak...

...I have enough material to keep me going for the rest of my life...




Stretch
12-31-13

All day long I have stretched out my hands
For coffee houses and hot dog stands
Drawing water from cacti and camels
Upon dry desert sands
Waiting for a brother to yet stop by
So that we might talk about the most High
Where I am found of those whom did not seek me
And made manifest to those
Who did not ask amiss
In that solitude needs not be sorrowful
When God is with me
Sipping my tea of this bliss
Where all day long I stretch out my hands...






All
12-31-13

All shall know from the greatest to the least
Even those that did not make it to the new years feast
Living only for today
Gazing upon the reflection
Of the same old and new view
Out of my window east
Filling up my ashtray again
Plowing through my day by way of my pen
All shall know
Teaching not every man his neighbor
Where the dispensation will be as our hard labor
All shall know....