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Back Into Egypt
8-31-13

Going back to Egypt
In embarking on my latest four leaf clover of sorts
By which the ego hinders
Yet God's grace yet admonishes and exhorts
Using the same energy to praise my God
In prostration to what lies beneath
Soon to break out once more the autumn wreathe
Going back to Egypt for provisions
Just because I am human
And in need and in want
So I might discover again
Deep inward galleries to yet haunt
By the spirits of iniquity
That today I condone
Just because indeed I am...




I Embark
8-31-13

O, four leaf clover
O, will you be again the rover
Prone to wander off
To yet find much
In exploits and endeavors
Yet to discern such todays
As if they were our forevers
O, four leaf clover
Of a verdant session
Of favorable hues today
Set to stoner rock music
To set the stage of a mood
That is personified by another shadow companion
I come to terms with
O, four leaf clover
I remember you from my Irish pub exploit of excess
Hoping to possess today
My vessel in sanctification...





Realist
8-31-13

Jesus was our realist
Knowing that we cannot undo our past
So we set our hearts to forgive them seventy times seven
In our expanse azure high and vast
Where Jesus is our radical
To justify the square root of unknown triple digit numeric points
On a time line juxtaposed by what we cannot see
Particularly where lust will make one do
That which does not profit
Clouding all spiritual reasoning
For the cause of going wrong
So that rovers find their way back to Jesus
When such is meant to be...





Footnote
8-31-13

Our fulfillment is synonymous to such blessed assurance
Where we gain our integrity in such patient endurance
Flipping over to Thessalonians to regain momentum
In the continuity of what lies in store
To see much more clearly this time around
Taking it one verse at a time
To write these pages
Getting something out of nothing at all
Where our fulfillment is our assurance
According to such a footnote
That inspires so much more
In all of this...




On First Thessalonians 1:4
8-31-13

Knowing our own election
By our free choice to remember you all in our prayers
This counts as something
Even when it seems quite miniscule
In the eyes of he whom seeks out more and more
Choosing instead to take a step back
To look upon what one already knows
As the given in today's situation of space and time
Blowing smoke for the cause of such inspiration
Knowing our own election
With all beloved brethren
To help us to reach the goal
Set before faces that know only our desire for more....





Immodesty
8-31-13

Immodesty is not only for the youth
By one's ambition to wait out long lines at the ticket booth
Encouraged not to imitate such protagonists
Seen as heroes bowed down to like they were idols
Where today anything goes
Between blue lines that bleed
With saliva upon fingertips
To turn again the page
And write my next rhyme
Quoting Scripture as I go
To a place where one ceases to seek to but arrive...




No Plan
8-31-13

No plan save faith
And trust in that all we see returns to the dust
Along with carnal and fleshly lust
Tossing to seagulls one's pizza crust
In hopes to bestow upon these multitudes of they whom know desire
With no plan save my faith
Where I lean upon the wall
To wait for the elevator
I take up to my room of further study
On the topic of faith and trust
Mingled with new material written by such lust
With no plan save my faith
Led in the dark by God's left hand
By which I am given to come to understand
By no plan save my faith...





Letting It Fly
8-31-13

These poems are as stones uncut and uncarved
Refraining from making revisions like provisions
Where nothing is added to what we can see
Through the clouds of our expanse
To behold these stones left just as they are
Refraining from revisions
And therefore allowing it to be just the way it is
Created by an artist in his alchemy
As a catalyst for truth and acceptance...