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....
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