1-25-14

Putting In Another Shift
1-4-14

I practice my faith
Every time I look down upon my bible page
Where I can always come back to it
According to today's shift and worker's wage
Being today the poet twice
Before called the sage
Before whose eyes
Jesus was clearly portrayed
Among you as crucified
Where the way is narrow
But the mind yet vast and wide
I put my faith into action
Every time I take up this pen
Being one grateful for this privilege
To read the book of Galatians again...




Dead And Alive
1-4-14

Last night I fell fast asleep
During the cotton bowl
To dream of what I would try to do
According to my new years resolution and goal
So I stood up to turn off my television
And went on my merry way back to bed
In my own way to being very much alive while dead
As so my cat uses my Schofield bible for a pillow
And man doth not live on only bread
Not by the works of the law
But by my hearing of faith
Much more than just in my head..




On Galatians 3:9
1-4-14

To my brother: O-

Those whom are of faith
Are blessed with our believing Abraham
So I answered again my telephone
And it was another money making scam
I should have talked to them about Jesus
But I just hung up and went back to my meditation
Determining to make it through the day
With a word such as beautiful
That was all I had to say
Still subject to the works of the law
And therefore I see this curse
With prayers that as well
My brother will come to understand this verse....





Possible Near Future
1-4-14

Looking into a possible near future
Where I try to fry my eggplant
Only to set off my smoke detector
Savoring the sound of those acoustics
In the present tense
That makes a whole lot more sense
Where the field of vision is vast and immense
And dollars are converted into shillings and pence
Where Christ so has borne the curse of the law
And I wonder, O can I eat it raw
The answer is both yes and no
Where it all depends
On what we seek to come to know...




Why Me?
1-4-14

Cursed are they who try to be of works
Where ugly ambition abides and lurks
For never by our own effort can we yet make it
Nor can we even try to fake it
In trying to climb the ladder into the sky
In our earnest inquiry of O me, O why
Where no one is justified by the law
In the sight of God
In that evident
Is that the just shall live by faith....





Envelope
1-4-14

To my brother: O-


Four hundred and thirty years later
A magic envelope comes into existence
So I can pay my rent come Monday
Of which we do not add nor annul
By the glory of selfies
Hung upon my west wall
Sipping today on my chamomile
As the music is a perfect description
Of all that I think and feel
Four hundred and thirty years later
The law is added because of offences
Having much to do with past, present and future tenses
Making not the promise of no effect
By the smoothness of garden fences...