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here's some of my earlier material


First Day Of Lent
3-9-11

On the first day of Lent
This morning I put on my silver crucifix yoke
Making no vow to give something up
Starting my day with Foldiers in my cup
And with the presence downstairs
Of my favorite blonde newscaster
I take her in to find bliss and inner peace
In the face of calamity and disaster
Capturing light while I write today's first page
On the road to find out
What it is to work towards becoming the sage
I am a little bit wiser
On this first day of Lent...

day 205 of my sobriety...




She Gives Me A Pick Me Up
3-9-11

I start out my day with a lady friend
Over a cup of coffee or two
Experiencing the depth of my frog pond
While yet on the surface shallow and deep
And now I'm ready to rock and roll and dance
And for joy, leap
Nothing on my agenda today
Save getting my new identification photograph taken
Where my error is intended
Where I'll be honest
Wherein I am mistaken
Stood corrected in all good graces...




Melange
3-9-11

Basking in a mélange of miscellaneous sounds
Of vedas and hymns
Feeling raw energy
In my invigorated limbs
Capturing presence and power
Bringing in consciousness of the coffee
For my first and foremost hour
I used to be afraid of it
But now I boast
No longer indifferent or desensitized
Where the light of day is my possession prized
Basking in my mélange
Of magic music or miracles
In meaningful memory
This is where it all begins...





Making Waves In Speed Boats
3-9-11

Still in the dark about what's inclusive
And comprehensive
Basking in my collection of music again today extensive
Stretching my mouth by way of pen
To let the big words out
In a conglomeration
While on spiritual probation
Part of the plan in God's creation
Stealing quotes while making waves
In speed boats
Upon which is painted several fresh coats
Still in the dark about my purpose
Hoping to be true today
In the passing of my time in poetry
For the real me...



On Exodus 10:17
3-9-11

In where I come from
I know what it is to be lonely
As I entreat my God
That he might take away this death
Only where such begging becomes repetitive
In its nature of style
Where the spirit will shine out of darkness
From a poem in a misplaced file
Trying to fix my hair
For a new photo identification card
And in my narcissism of self love
I always make it hard
Putting it bluntly
To bring out the meaning beneath the surface...





A Small Taste
3-9-11

Indra, the god of rain
Quenched his thirst with soma
As I lie flat on my back
Ecstatic in my own aroma
And today I pass the day in rhyme
Looking forward to tonight's feast
On a pie with all its toppings
Introduced to Agni, The god of fire
Getting a small taste of this history
Of wonderful mystery
Feeling like a conductor of a choir
And I sing aloud a veda of my own
As if to my love that dwells inside...

these deities are subordinate...




Today's Scattered Ode
3-9-11

The glory yet to come
Is well worth my weathering the storms
That blow over on this sea of being
For when we hope for what we do not see
Then do we with patience wait for it
Taking it slow as so approaches another weekday afternoon
Not considered idle for it has its meaning and significance
Under the tutelage of vapors and aromas that arouse
Where I hope to use this energy
To create and play
In order to clean up the chaos
On the surface of these story seas
Inhabited by other manners of honey bees
Needing flowers to hover over...




On Romans 8:26
3-9-11

The Spirit herself makes intercession
For me with groanings which cannot be uttered
Where my flowers are yet to be watered
And my biscuits buttered
Becoming inebriated with feminine hygiene products
No longer ashamed
Of this holding onto a new doctrine
Stating that such awareness is bliss
And I as a dog will growl
And like a cat hiss
Channeling new energy
Into centers of my seat of power....




Regale
3-9-11

When you pray for the people
Today you will learn to love them more
As I come to terms with my preference
Of refraining to make it public
In these poems only meant to refine my taste
As tonight, pertaining to now
I lavishly regale and entertain my sensual passions
Learning how to flow effortlessly
As a raging river to the Red Sea
A color that pertains to the lotus
At the base of my spine
It's a new and improved form of wine
Like the soma of my blissful aroma...