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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...