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paging back to June of 2012


Handouts
6-4-12

Handouts to stray cats
Are my gestures of hospitality
As a good Samaritan
Like a cigarette Jesus
Thronged by those that traverse
And are lost by the way
It is a way to be
And not just to be passing on through
In handouts to stray cats
This is good
Even if it's all I have to give...

bumming cigarettes was my ministry....




Elementary
6-4-12

The tallest of trees
Can be seen from all around the world
An observation elementary
But I am no more lofty
Than these babes in their want and need for milk
Such represents a king that meant no harm
To the four upon which no flame had any effect
Elementary, my dead Hawthorn
So to speak in my greeting
To those to which I lend a hand...




Inside Work
6-4-12

In the acknowledgment of the inventory
Of that which is loaned to me
Under a roof for which I am thankful
I bide the late morning with smoke and tea
Cleaning corners of dust and debris
To come to terms of the price I pay
For what comes for free
In the acknowledgement of the material
Keeping me going through hours of leisure
In that I'm put to my inside work...




Quoting Nahum 2:6
6-4-12

The gates of the rivers
Shall be pried ajar
As the palaces are dissolved
As in my dream I report to class
Where equations I have never seen
Are quite easily solved
Showing up for divine appointments
That were never on my schedule in the first place
Where my only agenda is to write these words
As sitting right beside me is God's Grace..




Definition
6-4-12

Redefining athelete's foot
To serve as a newfangled mystery
On a day where the weather is capricious
And the firmament is ever changing
Keeping my eyes on the cat that sits beside me
To redefine a sense of security
In the pleasure of the itch between my toes
As a part of my fetish
That makes me who I am
In nocturnal endeavors to heal...




My Work
6-4-12

Reasoning and intellection
Seems to be the only work I can apply to life
On days of studies of this word made flesh
Seeing that it is spiritual
When I don't give up on such a work
Counted as something
With material enough to be set for life
However one might define such a word
With reasoning and intellection
Of endless ideas to keep me going in this
Where logic and emotion will yet meet up...




Candy Month
6-4-12

Fondant and confectionaries
Are the theme for this June
Being that it is candy month
Where I can live on such
For a little while longer
With salt and sugar
To be in the stead of the trigger
That I need not pull
In that I am wise to be as the fool
Of fondant and confectionaries
As the heir of procrastination
And the king on a throne
Established by faith
Sweet to the taste...




My Two Years So Far
6-4-12

....commemorating my two years of sobriety

My hope is the anchor of the soul
Sure and steadfast
When I wake again to my coffee
And then again in the evening
I partake
Being with almost two years of sobriety
This is the work of my love for God
In any way I might know how
Not slothful in that I cover the ground upon which I stand
Confident where I take my seat
On my throne of hope
As the anchor of my soul...





Works Not Dead
6-4-12

And when I quote the Scripture
A portion of the Spirit will flow through me
Not me but he whom is in me
This will be my living work
To quicken all that appears to be as dead
Where early June this morning felt like autumn somehow
In the humidity with twigs blown from trees wet with rain
As words flow like rivers of oil
That lubricate my being
So that again I am made alive...




Voice To Share
6-4-12

There is a city built in south Michigan
With the name of Battle Creek
In that I know of a power
When I might be somewhat weak
As we learn again of how blessed are the meek
As my Dictaphone serves as another form of pen
In the form of a voice today I have to share
With a late lunch to hold me over
To what is then
That is not yet in view...





Acquaintance
6-4-12

Modern day hippies are made known on other paths
We choose to salute
In that all we need is the love
That all can have access to
No matter where you are
These are the peace makers that never give in
Rising again every time they get the wind knocked out of them in their smoke
As such will be to me a beautiful yoke
Believing that this love doth heal
In that it's so much more than what I feel...




Hedge
6-4-12

I can be as the hedge
In that I pray for those I see on the evening news
And this hedge is the Christ that every day I must choose
Willing to fail sometimes
And accepting the games I might lose
Only to perfect my perseverance
In not giving up the fight all day long
That seems to my flesh as a thousand years
Time well spent with my flowers in my garden of songs
Sweet to dull ears
Sharpened by the bliss it has to offer
As the hedge in trust
On days I don't take much to eat and drink...