1-13-14

On Hebrews 11:16
1-4-14

Now we desire a better country
Today we seek yet a better place
In that tonight we taste our bitter herbs
And tomorrow we know again God's good grace
Where God is not ashamed to call us brethren
As we are yet to renounce our chase
As prepared for us is a city
As the roads are slick
But to look upon it such is pretty
By our stretch of turf and growth of grass
Given our true test
That with flying colors today we pass...




My Abraham Within
1-4-14

Receiving the promises
I offer up my son
Of the free man once more bound and chained
Knowing pleasure in that I am pained
Looking upon the blessing
That the poet once more hath obtained
By the Abraham within
I count myself among the blessed
By my beverage of beauty and bliss
Looking upon what was that
And now and today is called just this
Cheating on my science test
With headphones on
Greeting my brother with an holy kiss...




Antiparticle
1-4-14

Letting fly the seed
All over this page
Of whom it is said
That in Isaac shall thy seed be called
Under clear azure skies
And below zero temperatures
That from which I know this shelter
Letting fly this blue ink
Wherein it is hard work just to think
By the antiparticle indentical in magnitude
I let it fly and thank God for my food
Of one's opposite sign
We can see it by one's eyes
That to the west wall are glued
Letting fly the seed tonight...




Trimerous
1-4-14

I was the man caught on barbed wire fence
In what I tried to understand
And to make sense
Keeping my right hand
Come the dark of night in suspense
By trimerous flowers and spiritual powers
With pen in hand I pass these post new years day magic hours
In the name of love today
I seek the things within and above
To the sound of Bono and Bruce
For the needles of the fir and the spruce
Keeping my Christmas tree up
For at least another week
Seeing that all I know to do
Is to yet seek...



Whorl
1-4-14

By whorls in groups of three
I can see deep within
Wherein abides the real me
By the trumpet section in the background
That I can almost see
By anthropods of three segments
God knows they got to me
But I'm still free
By my salvation that comes with the blues
The bible is still where I get my news
Where the angel of Harlem makes his appearance
And singing will be what today I choose
By whorls in groups of three
I know this beauty in what I cannot see...




Pound Of Sugar
1-4-14

O, love rescue me
Bono said this
Through my earphones
Accounted in that God was able to raise him up
As once again I fill my coffee cup
From whence he was received in a figure
As so remains in storage
Another pound of sugar
Just enough to get me through the week
O, love rescue me
In that blessed are the meek
Blessed according to things yet to come
Judged my all cessation of my Coke and rum
At the wedding feast
Where put to silence was the drum...




Depository
1-4-14

Delicacies in depositories
I light up another cigarette
In no regard to quit any time soon
In that retrieved is this sacred taste
By the light of one's new moon
Out of sight and out of mind
Like a glyph in its form of this unknown rune
By delicacies in depositories
A man sees fit to stick it in
For such safekeeping
By which we lose
Yet still can yet win
In a dream of cruising down route sixty-six
Given two free solid days
To prophesy as I get my fix...




Starting Fresh
1-4-14

Belief goes on and on
In what we cannot see
In that I learn to love
Even the weaknesses and scruples
Within these boundaries
Of the real me
Crossing then northern border
Where planted is another young evergreen tree
Belief goes on and on
Like the music we justify and condone
As so my ashtray is once again empty
And today I need not stand alone
In that I believe in love
Belief goes on and on
According to what lies within and above...




Indiscriminate
1-4-14

Early morning January four
The music is my harlot
And the poetry is my whore
By the sound of Bono and Bruce
I dedicate the color green
To my pine, fir and spruce
O, smoke them if you have them
And of such I know not lack
As so like the devil I tear into another fresh pack
Yet to worship while leaning upon this wooden staff
Of early morning January four
When I was yet a-dying
I bless my sons
That I have led to the faith
By one word spoken
In truth by my faith in you...




Giving Twenty
1-4-14

Some still believe
That our pastors are as thieves
As still to be blows away
Are post autumnal leaves
According to what is given freely
By one's own freewill
Letting it all slip through my fingertips
To yet relinquish a twenty dollar bill
To come home and see heaven's windows open up
That I might see a rainbow
According to the promise we make
From the cradle to the grave
Seen as a proper and goodly child
In taking up one's golden staff and stave
So that we might carry this ark
Across on dry land
And claim the promise made to our fathers...





Clad
1-4-14

Clad in kimonos and in robes
As the sound of violins penetrate my earlobes
Dressed today in flannel
And still yet to knock back
A carton of vitamin D milk
As something my cat doth recognize
Playing again U2's greatest hits
Like the words of the wise
By this continuity
Of one's differing succession
To see that joy can penetrate
All bowels of my depression
Clad in kimonos and in gowns
To express my latest adjectives
Like they were nouns
Clad and glad
Even when going mad...




Crucible
1-4-14

My apartment councellor told me
To call him if I needed anything
As if he knew that I would know today my troubles
As I replace the battery in my cassette player
For the cause of sound in my solitude and privacy
Invaded not by those whom stand without
In the crucible of today's trials
I choose to exercise the conscious choice
Of smiles in spite of the brass
That melts into these molds
For the cause of my refinement...