1-16-14

Dichasium
1-4-14

In my fascinating microtrauma
I pipe in my music of sweet nostalgia of this drama
Favored by he whom writes today his heart
A high road out from here
Where I make a new start
By a dust of smokescreen
By ones cyme and cluster
Where we declare again O, thou art
By the floral stems of this available beauty
My testimony here will be my poetic duty...




On Galatians 1:16, 17
1-4-14

Conferring not immediately with flesh and blood
Referring to the promise
Of our rainbow that doth follow the flood
He said that he would not destroy the world this way again
Which is why I'm still here with tablet and pen
Where even the ego becomes as insecure
In that it always wants much more
Going again into Arabia
Returning again to my Damascus
To find what I was looking for...




Batter
1-4-14

Leaning upon the rock fifteen days
Going back up there to see Peter
Making cookies for the holidays
By one's brazen spoon and silver egg beater
Leaning upon the rock
And its sweetness adamant and cold
As so before my time
I feel as if I'm getting old
Praying that what I do will have its significance
Plowing through the day with utterances brave and bold
After three years going back up into my Jerusalem
Where another mystery doth yet unfold...




Scratching The Surface
1-4-14

By external observances
Ones religion is vain
When not put into practice
Which is why today I pray for you
By way of pen inexpensive and blue
By external observances
Giving this verse added and additional syllables
To express what I mean to say
Concerning the things I write unto you
Indeed before God
I do not lie
But indeed I do
When too hard, O, how I try...




My Sweet Delusion
1-4-14

This particular delusional poet
Thinks he is apostle Paul
Not a bad thing to believe in
While standing bold and tall
Wherein the world today is beautiful
In that I intercede for them all
Where this particular schizophrenic poet
Thinks that he is as Solomon
Clad with that array of glory
Like a lily in a field
Coated with a sheet of ice
Where he whom brings around the word
Is happy to pay the price...



Carry-Out
1-4-14

Being as a Greek
Compelled to be circumcised
I remember working at a fast food restaurant
To serve a carry-out value meal supersized
I had a great time there
And I count this day job as my possession prized
Where the bible today in my eyes is very cool
In believing to still be as the fool
By which Titus that is with me
Will practice the golden rule
After fourteen years
Returning to all that is written here
For my learning...




On Galatians 2:6
1-4-14

We are not to offer too much
Yet, God, yeah we cannot outgive
As it is blessed as well to receive
Given today the substance on which I live
And at the chime of noon
It's not too late nor too soon
With the sunshine at my back
According to what I already have and don't lack
Rocking on to the book of Galatians
By which God shows no favoritism
Unto the rock star
By all poetic impartiality
Being not a respecter of persons
Where those whom seem to be something
Makes no difference to me...




Seven More Miles To Philadelphia
1-4-14

Paul doth withstand Peter In Antioch
Where one's house again is built upon a rock
Where they go to the circumcised
And we to the Gentiles
Where a missionary has his desire
To go yet seven more miles
This was my journey
Back in the days of my rebellious nature
To go against the grain
According to all loneliness and pain
Where dying and crying was my great gain
Withstanding one another to each other's faces
While taking each other's places
Wherein both sides to this story
Are right and true...




Learning How To Sing
1-4-14

O, where did singing come into play
On the stage of all creation
This is my deep inquiry
That I come up with while on vacation
Where I brought around the poetry
In all bliss and elation
To eat and drink with the Gentiles and the Jews
In the days where I didn't care much for the evening news
O, where did singing come into play
And how was such invented
By ones margin and paragraph hyphenated and indented
Of which the artist would change his mind
In that he had repented...