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Pilot
9-18-13

The bad news is that time flies
The good news is that I am not the pilot
Who never learned to fly
Save in dreams where I boldly leap
From such an acclivity
Of activism wanting peace
Amongst all adversaries
Where high is low
And the poor are rich in the faith
In this pursuit of knowledge
That marches on in processions
Of professions
Of progressive metal riffs
Regarding rues
As reasons to but persist....




Sometimes, Wrong
9-18-13

Sometimes I've got to be wrong
And learn the hard way
Seeing it's not too late to purchase another twenty ounce bottle
For my joy inviting such sorrow to my table
In this confrontation
For the cause of peace and love
Serving as the foundation
Upon which to build a house
For the people on my path
Where I am but a watcher like an angel
I pray for those whom struggle as do I
To be a safety in trying times
In that I need not know
Why O, sometimes I choose
To simply be....





Watcher
9-18-13

Yet to be the witness
And stop the chase
In the enabling of God's love
With faith by grace
Confronting our enemies
But not with a can of mace
Taking in the sights
Of all beauty round about
Of which it to offer
In such a quiet place
Shielded sometimes in my music
Tomorrow suited up with a newfangled boot lace
Yet to be the witness in astute observation
Of all that there is to work with
I the here and now...








On I Kings 6:7
9-18-13

I feel in the moment
A synapse like a sensation
Of a surge of power
Of positive energies
Transmitted for the cause of taking up
An idle autobiography of sorts
As an assignment of all authenticity
To acquire a more rich sense
Of a prayer life
That lies in the hands of the potter
That did not throw the clay away
Like a stone upon which no tool was set upon
Uncarved
Yet quite prepared
To serve this purpose....





Three For Three
9-19-13

Today once again it's three for three
In that I return to the west side
To find more of the real me
One hundred percent perfect attendance
Making my way into today's deep study
Under azure skies
And sunshine flooding through panels
Of cedar and of fir
Where God reserves me this seat
And a view of her
In that my only agenda
Is to enjoy this available beauty....









Pop
9-19-13


I purchase my pop of purity
Serving as the breakfast of poetic champions
Yet to compose
Finding it in me to begin again
In that I made it here by God's grace
With stories to tell of how I came out of furnaces
And the lion's den
As I fought my giant
That instead fell from his bean stock
To my good fortune
In all blessing and bounty
Dwelling six more weeks
Yet in the same county
Content with where I am....





Achievement
9-19-13

Basing one's existence
On acquiring and achieving
Limits our awareness and scope
An that such denial put into practice
Sometimes is one's only way to cope
While in the face of dreariness and gloom
There is always hope
To take another warm bath
With one's Irish spring soap
Doing all things as unto the Lord
In heaven looking down on us with a smile....






Escaped
9-19-13

The trap of one's ego
Is as striving and never arriving
Yet such serves as a way for endurance
And persistent surviving
In our gardens we yet weed out while thriving
Yet to escape from such a trap
:Like a poetic Houdini like so
As today is a perfect sunshiny day
And this is all I need to know
Where the ego is a demanding force
That is never satisfied
Which is why I seek the real me
As I have come along for the ride...





Punch
9-19-13

My drinking water flows in low placed
Loathed by all men
Which serves as today's inspiration
For this happy and enlisted pen
Into an army that has somewhat has been excluded and denied
Planting these vineyards
To never partake of the fruit
That falls to the ground for the poor
To gather in straw baskets
To contribute to those in need
Yet today this water is carbonated
To give my swig the punch of my sunshiny day....





This Is Wisdom
9-19-13

It's better to stop pouring
Than to keep on filling vessels of honor
Who renounce their stealing and killing
To convert my dollar to its shilling
When I travel in dreams
Where I am free from this bondage
A time when indeed I am at peace
Yet still hunger much
At the counter of my fast food
Frequenting fortune and fate
Where it is better to enjoy it
Without placing a label
On what we wish to call it
This is wisdom
When we come to understand
Such a freedom attainable to all....





Way
9-19-13

The way to heaven
Is to retire from the treadmill of excess
Enjoying what one does
Instead of looking for how it will benefit
The endless appetites of this ambition proud
Of being one to write this book
In manners automatic with ammunition
Where the way to contentment
Is to stand back and observe
This beauty all around me...