another prolific one written by day in the shelter of my air conditioned apartment...
Staying Cool
6-10-14
Seeking today the risibility
To release emotion
That meets up with reason
Of colanders in the cards
Upon calanders
Refusing to get involved
With such conversation
With those who talk of contention
It's going to be a hot day
So I plan to keep cool
In this shelter I thank my God for
Taking to old notes
Of the book of Ezekiel
Consisting of a hard truth
To yet retain...
Lamentations Are Not Complaints
6-10-12
Lamentations are set apart
From ordinary complaints
In the expression of what is real
In the sorrows that meet up with the joy
In God's love
Passing the latter morning
With the food channel
To gather the incentive
For lamentations
Touching upon the subject
Of how God loves us all
In that he cries for all that lose their way
Yet to find it again
On this hot sunny day
To stay cool as I write...
Holding Horses
6-10-12
I never before knew the meaning
Of the adage stating to hold one's horses
To consult the taking for granted of the senses
In deep study today
Of all I can see in the sunshine
That once came my way
In watching the races
As I savor the light
That shines through my window
Upon my cat's golden pelage
In brilliance and illumination...
A Sight To See
6-10-12
The Borealis is rarely seen
By those with eyes receptive
By which I need look after my feline companion
Almost always by my side
As a faithful entity of support expedient
In that today it's something to be thankful for
The Borealis is rarely spotted in the night sky
But when it is such
Will be all of the glory that is needed
To fulfill the view...
today mentioning Jupiter assisted my success to make it to where I am now....
Adamant
6-10-12
I was as adamant
Harder than flint
In the beauty of boreal breezes of bliss
Set in my ways
As if nothing else mattered
In the things they had to say
About ways I ought to make a change
Like a brow of brass
Of a stiff neck
Determined to do it all in my own way
And this will do
When to myself I'll be true....
Found A Pick
6-10-12
My stereo sorrows in her solitude
Now that online records take the place
Of a need to play cassettes having their advantage
Of no such skips
As without a need to leave my home
I can go on these day trips
Inebriated in sobriety
Looking upon my west wall
Where my sad guitar waits for the pick
I have found by the way
As an omen of good fortune
Like a tribute to a brother
Who has passed on....
I Won't Walk That Way
6-10-12
Refusing to involve myself
With those that bring tidings
About the so called end of the world
That serves today as a challenge
To stay on top
And because I am misunderstanding
What is spoken
I try to walk away from it all
For this is my choice to maintain
What is peaceful and just
And conducive to edification...
Moving On
6-10-12
Angels would look after me
In those days of riot
When I drink my weight in grog
Mingled with my benzodiapines
Seeing that I ought to move on
And forget such days
In the way I would walk
Seeing it makes a whole lot more sense
To live for what is today....
On Ezekiel 4:9
6-10-12
In lentils, millets and fitches
I find consolation in obsessive compulsive rituals
And light switches
And at the chime of one
The other chimes of freedom ring
Standing here with a gun to my head
And no choice but to proceed with prayers
That love will always win the game I play
Upon the stage set for poets
That are ordained as the prophets
That encourage those
Whom seem lost in the world
God has made...
Making Ripples
6-10-12
Taking up the mantle to smite the water
Making ripples that will touch
All of that is in the way miles downstream
Where I remember last night's dream
Of coffee and crème
As material to satisfy the entire team
Praying for the comfort and hope to sustain
On this hot day
Where I am thankful for this shelter
From these elements
Wishing neighbors blessing
In their barbeque savoring
Such a coolness of my shelter
I no longer want to take for granted...
Narrow And Broad
6-10-12
Hidebound conservatives
Also have their purpose and place
In things to be said
About things both narrow and broad
Where we will never be done with the sustenance
Contained in the grace of our awesome God
Taught that so we can be the witness
In the world yet not of it
Where I choose to come to understand
How we can all today love it....
Friday, February 28, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
SAVANT
The Savant
1-19-09
Those that have attributes
Have much to give
As by and by the savant will be the servant
Mingling love wherein you might laugh and live
May your joy in your brothers be freely spoken on
And fervent
The genius will be as the marmalade jam
The musician now and then
Will declare "I Am"
But what do you have that you did not receive
What maketh you to differ
You're still just a dog with sticks tossed to retrieve
We are humbled so that we can grow
It's no longer about how much you know...
A Shilling For My Bail
1-19-09
I dreamed of living in the nineteenth century
Sitting in jail
When a perfect stranger
Would pay a shilling for my bail
Getting in trouble again can be habit forming
One breaks away from the flock
To say, fuck conforming
If you don't like it
Then by all means don't read
Just the same I lay my life down
As a poet glad to bleed
I dreamed that the angel got me past the guards
I felt unworthy and quite ashamed
To have a fortune in my hand of cards....
1-19-09
Those that have attributes
Have much to give
As by and by the savant will be the servant
Mingling love wherein you might laugh and live
May your joy in your brothers be freely spoken on
And fervent
The genius will be as the marmalade jam
The musician now and then
Will declare "I Am"
But what do you have that you did not receive
What maketh you to differ
You're still just a dog with sticks tossed to retrieve
We are humbled so that we can grow
It's no longer about how much you know...
A Shilling For My Bail
1-19-09
I dreamed of living in the nineteenth century
Sitting in jail
When a perfect stranger
Would pay a shilling for my bail
Getting in trouble again can be habit forming
One breaks away from the flock
To say, fuck conforming
If you don't like it
Then by all means don't read
Just the same I lay my life down
As a poet glad to bleed
I dreamed that the angel got me past the guards
I felt unworthy and quite ashamed
To have a fortune in my hand of cards....
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
INTO PHILEMON
Slipping Into Philemon
6-9-12
Slipped into my new swimming trunks
To assume the position of getting my sun
As he is appointed heir of all things
By which he has made the worlds
Yet there are more than one for us to discover
So in good time I spread
On my arms and legs
My sunscreen of forty block
Paging back to the epistle of Philemon
To just let go
And let the day rock...
Moving On
6-9-12
Converting the dollar to the ducat and the shilling
Doing today what I like to do
In choosing to be willing
In my recollection
Of playing prolific parts in night seasons
In the days where nights were quiet
And the wine was sweet
Being one today to express this sadness
That will later mingle with the joy
I am to rediscover
When my cat sleeps by day
On my west cushion
At the stroke of one
When I move on...
Frappe
6-9-12
Nursing on a one pound bag of trail mix
With dried fruit and nuts
Dodging those senseless games
Of where they say no ifs ands or buts
Yet to partake of an unknown dessert
Known as frappe
Seeing that country music
Is so much today like rap
And someone asks what time it is
And the one that has the floor
Says it's nothing but right now
This is good advice to those whom wait
For the next show...
Years Going By
6-9-12
In the year of six
There was a football feast
To the tunes of Michael
With which I'd bring in the new light
Through my lattice to the east
And meanwhile in the year of twelve
I play free shows through small speakers
Feasting on my papayas and cashews
When in the year of thirteen
Many expect the coming of the King of the Jews
Yet they've been saying that for centuries
Now that we have gotten used to it...
Going Swimming
6-9-12
Today wisdom will be justified of her seed
In that in the time being
There is nothing more we are to heed
Washing my hair with a new kind of shampoo
Seeing that in the mirror
I might look good for you
As today I swim in a pool of gratitude
That does not consist of its shallow end
Inspired by the application of suntan lotion
Willing to experience today
Newfangled emotion...
Capernaum
6-9-12
Capernaum is yet to be exalted
As is heaven
Not a place to try to reach
But a way to be
In that a neighbor returns from a long journey
Into the wilderness
Where he found good waters
Of which I drink some of my own
Inspired by the words spoken
Into that microphone of free expression
In my America today of free choice
Where Capernaum is exalted
And brought back down again
According to plans made
By those whom pass the day
In rhyme...
Retsina Dream
6-9-12
I still have my dreams
In which I drink a bottle of retsina
Even if I never had it before
In my real life of my days of excess
Where God was a jealous lover
According to intellect
And such was my profession
In deep and joyous studies
In night seasons
So I reach out to a friend
To yet proceed
In last night's dreams
From which I wake
To a cigarette cough
Wherein is excess...
Proving
6-9-12
Proving today that indeed I am able
When I believe that I can
Urinating out all toxins
To see the obsolete
As well to be part of God's plan
Charging my landline
With memories of up North
Where I'd be nourished in sweet red wine
Proving today that indeed I can live
?By the light of day
As if it were three in the morning instead
As the tables have turned
In playing long shows
Of the Grateful Dead
Proving today that indeed I am
All that I am...
my custom was to pretend it were morning at dusk as if I already was there....
Feeding Strays
6-9-12
God said he'd have mercy
When we go and find out what it means
For one to stand in the gate
And be greater than the temple
On the Sabbath
Yet still in the need to perform our gestures
Of generosity
For strays that come to the front door
Wherein I am instructed
To be a blessing
Because indeed I am someone
God knows
Even before I came out of the womb...
Predictable
6-9-12
That which is predictable is anticipated
In that I am loved
Even if I might be by the world hated
Tuning into the golf game
To find that even the best of the players
Miss the mark
As most want the light of day
Yet I prefer the dark
Holding my horses
That represent the senses
At hand and foot
Such a fetish is incentive
To eat a pop tart or two
In spite of a lack of hunger...
6-9-12
Slipped into my new swimming trunks
To assume the position of getting my sun
As he is appointed heir of all things
By which he has made the worlds
Yet there are more than one for us to discover
So in good time I spread
On my arms and legs
My sunscreen of forty block
Paging back to the epistle of Philemon
To just let go
And let the day rock...
Moving On
6-9-12
Converting the dollar to the ducat and the shilling
Doing today what I like to do
In choosing to be willing
In my recollection
Of playing prolific parts in night seasons
In the days where nights were quiet
And the wine was sweet
Being one today to express this sadness
That will later mingle with the joy
I am to rediscover
When my cat sleeps by day
On my west cushion
At the stroke of one
When I move on...
Frappe
6-9-12
Nursing on a one pound bag of trail mix
With dried fruit and nuts
Dodging those senseless games
Of where they say no ifs ands or buts
Yet to partake of an unknown dessert
Known as frappe
Seeing that country music
Is so much today like rap
And someone asks what time it is
And the one that has the floor
Says it's nothing but right now
This is good advice to those whom wait
For the next show...
Years Going By
6-9-12
In the year of six
There was a football feast
To the tunes of Michael
With which I'd bring in the new light
Through my lattice to the east
And meanwhile in the year of twelve
I play free shows through small speakers
Feasting on my papayas and cashews
When in the year of thirteen
Many expect the coming of the King of the Jews
Yet they've been saying that for centuries
Now that we have gotten used to it...
Going Swimming
6-9-12
Today wisdom will be justified of her seed
In that in the time being
There is nothing more we are to heed
Washing my hair with a new kind of shampoo
Seeing that in the mirror
I might look good for you
As today I swim in a pool of gratitude
That does not consist of its shallow end
Inspired by the application of suntan lotion
Willing to experience today
Newfangled emotion...
Capernaum
6-9-12
Capernaum is yet to be exalted
As is heaven
Not a place to try to reach
But a way to be
In that a neighbor returns from a long journey
Into the wilderness
Where he found good waters
Of which I drink some of my own
Inspired by the words spoken
Into that microphone of free expression
In my America today of free choice
Where Capernaum is exalted
And brought back down again
According to plans made
By those whom pass the day
In rhyme...
Retsina Dream
6-9-12
I still have my dreams
In which I drink a bottle of retsina
Even if I never had it before
In my real life of my days of excess
Where God was a jealous lover
According to intellect
And such was my profession
In deep and joyous studies
In night seasons
So I reach out to a friend
To yet proceed
In last night's dreams
From which I wake
To a cigarette cough
Wherein is excess...
Proving
6-9-12
Proving today that indeed I am able
When I believe that I can
Urinating out all toxins
To see the obsolete
As well to be part of God's plan
Charging my landline
With memories of up North
Where I'd be nourished in sweet red wine
Proving today that indeed I can live
?By the light of day
As if it were three in the morning instead
As the tables have turned
In playing long shows
Of the Grateful Dead
Proving today that indeed I am
All that I am...
my custom was to pretend it were morning at dusk as if I already was there....
Feeding Strays
6-9-12
God said he'd have mercy
When we go and find out what it means
For one to stand in the gate
And be greater than the temple
On the Sabbath
Yet still in the need to perform our gestures
Of generosity
For strays that come to the front door
Wherein I am instructed
To be a blessing
Because indeed I am someone
God knows
Even before I came out of the womb...
Predictable
6-9-12
That which is predictable is anticipated
In that I am loved
Even if I might be by the world hated
Tuning into the golf game
To find that even the best of the players
Miss the mark
As most want the light of day
Yet I prefer the dark
Holding my horses
That represent the senses
At hand and foot
Such a fetish is incentive
To eat a pop tart or two
In spite of a lack of hunger...
CHOOSE THINE FRUIT
Choose Thine Fruit
1-19-09
We are taught that the ways of self
Are as the ways of a child
As along the way
We learn how we cannot eat everything
That is found in the wild
Yeah, of berries upon brambles
We must pick and choose
As we will learn a whole lot more
When we fail and when we lose
Experience is not always the most trustworthy guide
As we are yet to stumble in the universe
Upon self and pride
We are told to put away childish things
When it is wisdom
That tides contrary yet brings...
White Is Alright
1-19-09
Let it snow, let it snow
God Almighty knows what he is doing
Trees strip bare
Color fades
Nature is always in the process of renewing
In all that we say
There is a good chance
That it was already quoted and stated
Yet we as poets with our message rejoice
Wherein we might be hated
I meditate upon a psychedelic keyboard riff
Unwilling to give this up
Of a brow of brass
With a neck stiff
This is who God intended me to be....
Steak And/or Fish
1-19-09
The bible is an all you can eat buffet
It matters not what order you devour
Your seven courses of your meal
The meat of the word is like a steak
And sometimes like a tilapia fillet
These are the words to read
To make one true and real
I bring in the holiday of the inauguration
Some say it is just as important as Christmas
I'll get up at noon
To catch Barak's speech
Excited about change
A garden is fertilized by a rotten peach
But it's all good
these were the days I wrote by night and slept by day....
Back To James
1-19-09
Randomly and spontaneously
I flip over to the epistle of James
Finding peace, comfort and hope
In the past tense familiar faces and names
The joy of remembrance is in my mind a true token
Art is made from discarded structures
That only seem to be broken
We bear the burning burden
And cold calamity of confusion
Our focus is on the predicament
But this is folly and illusion
Think on good things
And you will do much better....
Mad About It
1-19-09
A conflagration rages out of control
A madman's zeal must be properly restrained
Enthusiasm is like gasoline for the soul
And in speaking up about it
There is much to be gained
There is a forest fire
In the grove of my heart and mind
Sometimes conditions are contrary
So that its result might be kind
May us look for the end
Also known as the outcome
May the differences in you and I
Be greater than the similarity of the sum...
1-19-09
We are taught that the ways of self
Are as the ways of a child
As along the way
We learn how we cannot eat everything
That is found in the wild
Yeah, of berries upon brambles
We must pick and choose
As we will learn a whole lot more
When we fail and when we lose
Experience is not always the most trustworthy guide
As we are yet to stumble in the universe
Upon self and pride
We are told to put away childish things
When it is wisdom
That tides contrary yet brings...
White Is Alright
1-19-09
Let it snow, let it snow
God Almighty knows what he is doing
Trees strip bare
Color fades
Nature is always in the process of renewing
In all that we say
There is a good chance
That it was already quoted and stated
Yet we as poets with our message rejoice
Wherein we might be hated
I meditate upon a psychedelic keyboard riff
Unwilling to give this up
Of a brow of brass
With a neck stiff
This is who God intended me to be....
Steak And/or Fish
1-19-09
The bible is an all you can eat buffet
It matters not what order you devour
Your seven courses of your meal
The meat of the word is like a steak
And sometimes like a tilapia fillet
These are the words to read
To make one true and real
I bring in the holiday of the inauguration
Some say it is just as important as Christmas
I'll get up at noon
To catch Barak's speech
Excited about change
A garden is fertilized by a rotten peach
But it's all good
these were the days I wrote by night and slept by day....
Back To James
1-19-09
Randomly and spontaneously
I flip over to the epistle of James
Finding peace, comfort and hope
In the past tense familiar faces and names
The joy of remembrance is in my mind a true token
Art is made from discarded structures
That only seem to be broken
We bear the burning burden
And cold calamity of confusion
Our focus is on the predicament
But this is folly and illusion
Think on good things
And you will do much better....
Mad About It
1-19-09
A conflagration rages out of control
A madman's zeal must be properly restrained
Enthusiasm is like gasoline for the soul
And in speaking up about it
There is much to be gained
There is a forest fire
In the grove of my heart and mind
Sometimes conditions are contrary
So that its result might be kind
May us look for the end
Also known as the outcome
May the differences in you and I
Be greater than the similarity of the sum...
Monday, February 17, 2014
THAT 4
On Daniel 6:17
1-22-14
Yet saturnine, somber and taciturn
I make due by the incentive
Of how I have a lot to learn
Sluggish and gloomy in temperament
By the time of day from both ends I burn
Yet saturnine, down and out and quite downcast
I make my morning coffee and smoke last
By such a stone set at the mouth of the den
Knowing today to be delivered
So I might take up this pen
Once again...
Pardon
1-22-14
To pardon yet rebuke and chasten
To take one's time but yet be one to hasten
To keep silent but to raise one's voice to shout
To abase yet abound in what it's all about
As according to the word
He hath pardoned
Where the earth is full of this glory to dissolve all doubt
Because such a people saw those signs performed
Going along for the ride but not conformed
To pardon but rebuke and discipline
Where we will be forgiven of all our sin
Consuming that which is this
In what is that....
Cluster
1-22-14
Into the wilderness
By the Way of the Red Sea
Of which this word Way is spelled with a capital letter
According to what God has made in me
As Caleb would go in
Because he instead believed
And Joshua as well would see such clusters of grapes
Brought back from this good land
Into the wilderness by the Way of the Red Sea
O, would have it been better
If we died in Egypt
This is human nature talking
According to the flesh
As so we press onward
Trying to make it to our Kadesh...
Pickle
1-22-14
It's no longer about what one can get out of it
Nor according to the quantity of a number
Where one is yet content with
A cluster of seedless red grapes
And a pickled cucumber
he4lping me to fall asleep on this cold night
Dropping to record low temperatures
To test one's faith and might
It's no longer about what is in it for me
Nor according to ill gotten gain
Staying home to capture my sunlight as I live
I do it just for what it is
According to this of which is that...
Refinement
1-22-14
Our sons will be as shepherds
In the wilderness forty years
To fulfill our pilgrimage
And our seeming manifested trails of tears
In that God is tested those ten times
In murmurings in doubts and fears
You would not go up because of unbelief
To the songs of fools
I, even I incline an ear
O, how long shall I be one to bear it any longer
In that this vexation
I believe has made me stronger...
Fresh Start
1-22-14
By one's wrong reaction he is defeated
Yet to persevere even while with evil yet entreated
Given another day of leisure
To partake in Scripture
As well as my carnal pleasure
Where the people mourned greatly
Rising early in the morning
To heat my coffee and pray for a wonderful day
That lies ahead
By one's wrong reaction
Climbing to the top of his mountain
He is wearied
Seeing the bitter side of this
Of which is of that...
Moving On
1-22-14
Moving onto chapter fifteen
To see what our fighting with the Amalakites can mean
Yeah, they are our bread
By which we are well fed
And these problems today are only in my head
By which I am well prepared to face it
When it comes to reward
Stipe on vocals and Bill on the drums
As so his lifestyle does not lower my opinion
Of him as an artist
It is what it is
And I enjoy it for the music alone
As so he that is without sin
Doth cast the first stone...
Stranger
1-22-14
In entering Canaan
There will be rules for our best interests
Like minnows that swim in their new and old schools
Not just for they who are advanced in years
Upon the wise and just as well for the fools
In that there's something in it for everyone
Where my cup of coffee slowly cools
To the stranger just as well to our native born
Not to muzzle the ox that treads out of the corn
By the rain that falls on the wicked
As well as the just
Today in my God I will put my trust...
Newcomer
1-22-14
The monotony of these insignificant details
Are as part of the relationship
Where we might very well bear with it
Because we love him
Seeing today the importance
Even if it might not apply to such a particular reader
Whom returns to the word like a newcomer
As a stranger to this commonwealth
So many scholars choose to skim over it
To resume in these next paragraphs
Of which we can make much better sense
Now that we have come to understand it...
1-22-14
Yet saturnine, somber and taciturn
I make due by the incentive
Of how I have a lot to learn
Sluggish and gloomy in temperament
By the time of day from both ends I burn
Yet saturnine, down and out and quite downcast
I make my morning coffee and smoke last
By such a stone set at the mouth of the den
Knowing today to be delivered
So I might take up this pen
Once again...
Pardon
1-22-14
To pardon yet rebuke and chasten
To take one's time but yet be one to hasten
To keep silent but to raise one's voice to shout
To abase yet abound in what it's all about
As according to the word
He hath pardoned
Where the earth is full of this glory to dissolve all doubt
Because such a people saw those signs performed
Going along for the ride but not conformed
To pardon but rebuke and discipline
Where we will be forgiven of all our sin
Consuming that which is this
In what is that....
Cluster
1-22-14
Into the wilderness
By the Way of the Red Sea
Of which this word Way is spelled with a capital letter
According to what God has made in me
As Caleb would go in
Because he instead believed
And Joshua as well would see such clusters of grapes
Brought back from this good land
Into the wilderness by the Way of the Red Sea
O, would have it been better
If we died in Egypt
This is human nature talking
According to the flesh
As so we press onward
Trying to make it to our Kadesh...
Pickle
1-22-14
It's no longer about what one can get out of it
Nor according to the quantity of a number
Where one is yet content with
A cluster of seedless red grapes
And a pickled cucumber
he4lping me to fall asleep on this cold night
Dropping to record low temperatures
To test one's faith and might
It's no longer about what is in it for me
Nor according to ill gotten gain
Staying home to capture my sunlight as I live
I do it just for what it is
According to this of which is that...
Refinement
1-22-14
Our sons will be as shepherds
In the wilderness forty years
To fulfill our pilgrimage
And our seeming manifested trails of tears
In that God is tested those ten times
In murmurings in doubts and fears
You would not go up because of unbelief
To the songs of fools
I, even I incline an ear
O, how long shall I be one to bear it any longer
In that this vexation
I believe has made me stronger...
Fresh Start
1-22-14
By one's wrong reaction he is defeated
Yet to persevere even while with evil yet entreated
Given another day of leisure
To partake in Scripture
As well as my carnal pleasure
Where the people mourned greatly
Rising early in the morning
To heat my coffee and pray for a wonderful day
That lies ahead
By one's wrong reaction
Climbing to the top of his mountain
He is wearied
Seeing the bitter side of this
Of which is of that...
Moving On
1-22-14
Moving onto chapter fifteen
To see what our fighting with the Amalakites can mean
Yeah, they are our bread
By which we are well fed
And these problems today are only in my head
By which I am well prepared to face it
When it comes to reward
Stipe on vocals and Bill on the drums
As so his lifestyle does not lower my opinion
Of him as an artist
It is what it is
And I enjoy it for the music alone
As so he that is without sin
Doth cast the first stone...
Stranger
1-22-14
In entering Canaan
There will be rules for our best interests
Like minnows that swim in their new and old schools
Not just for they who are advanced in years
Upon the wise and just as well for the fools
In that there's something in it for everyone
Where my cup of coffee slowly cools
To the stranger just as well to our native born
Not to muzzle the ox that treads out of the corn
By the rain that falls on the wicked
As well as the just
Today in my God I will put my trust...
Newcomer
1-22-14
The monotony of these insignificant details
Are as part of the relationship
Where we might very well bear with it
Because we love him
Seeing today the importance
Even if it might not apply to such a particular reader
Whom returns to the word like a newcomer
As a stranger to this commonwealth
So many scholars choose to skim over it
To resume in these next paragraphs
Of which we can make much better sense
Now that we have come to understand it...
Saturday, February 15, 2014
THAT 3
Criticism
1-21-14
My Miriam is criticized
On that my McDonalds fries are supersized
According to my blemish and imperfection
Still questioning the deity of my faith as my possession prized
As so Aaron will be critiqued
Where the temperature set at one degree hath peaked
Dealing with our Samarians
Where one's sweet savor hath reeked
Making due with our imperfection once more embraced
Never to know the ways of the prudent or of the chaste
Getting dirty for our higher calling
Where nothing really goes to waste....
Decree
1-21-14
Making plans for the provision
That I already possess
Being one to turn around to repent and confess
Living a simple life
Just me and my bible and my pen
Hoping to again go west tomorrow
To establish my firm decree in these intercessions
For those that make mention of our God above
Where it's not about what we can do of ourselves
Where the greatest of all attributes is love
In that I don't remember where I was
When I came to on the day of my sobriety
It seems like I have already died
In waking to this of which is well that...
On Daniel 6:8
1-21-14
Yet to murmur, whine and yammer
Hitting the nail straight on its head with a rusty hammer
Getting the gist of it even if I might stutter and stammer
Finding my voice
Of which joy is my choice
Waiting for the ordeal to go well
In that I have my stories yet to tell
According to the laws of the Medes and Persians
According to common knowledge
That one dost not try to buy nor sell
Where such a decree will altar not
In making my cup of tea
Once, twice and thrice again as hot...
Turret
1-21-14
According to the heights of turrets and towers
We can bask yet in the depths of our privelages of powers
Seen as our abilities to be put into their practices
So that I might write on and on here for hours
By these domelike structures that we can see
Revolving horizontally
In a vessel of what God has made in me
In that I am a deep thinker
Whom wonders about his roots
Hoping not to be as a tree
Planted in a plastic bucket
So that these roots can yet grow...
Freedom
1-22-14
By one's freedom to do as he sees fit
According to this Christian privilege
To stay home and read my Scripture
Of which I will not quit
Being as one to be rewarded
In my toleration of that which is it
Keeping all of these writings in spiral tablets
Of Spirit and flesh
On my journeys from my Horeb to your Kadesh
Glad to not have gone back to town
Where next week's endeavors are ripe and fresh...
Roundelay
1-22-14
Writing my roundelay
As so in the dead of winter
I have my month of May
Scribbling these words
As my own way in which to pray
Taking another prolific session due to my snow day
Writing my roundelay
Having encouragement as its theme
Being one to yet regard last night's crazy dream
And I will try to write this happy song
Writing my roundelay
Where it was good with us all along
Writing my roundelay
Here now and today...
1-21-14
My Miriam is criticized
On that my McDonalds fries are supersized
According to my blemish and imperfection
Still questioning the deity of my faith as my possession prized
As so Aaron will be critiqued
Where the temperature set at one degree hath peaked
Dealing with our Samarians
Where one's sweet savor hath reeked
Making due with our imperfection once more embraced
Never to know the ways of the prudent or of the chaste
Getting dirty for our higher calling
Where nothing really goes to waste....
Decree
1-21-14
Making plans for the provision
That I already possess
Being one to turn around to repent and confess
Living a simple life
Just me and my bible and my pen
Hoping to again go west tomorrow
To establish my firm decree in these intercessions
For those that make mention of our God above
Where it's not about what we can do of ourselves
Where the greatest of all attributes is love
In that I don't remember where I was
When I came to on the day of my sobriety
It seems like I have already died
In waking to this of which is well that...
On Daniel 6:8
1-21-14
Yet to murmur, whine and yammer
Hitting the nail straight on its head with a rusty hammer
Getting the gist of it even if I might stutter and stammer
Finding my voice
Of which joy is my choice
Waiting for the ordeal to go well
In that I have my stories yet to tell
According to the laws of the Medes and Persians
According to common knowledge
That one dost not try to buy nor sell
Where such a decree will altar not
In making my cup of tea
Once, twice and thrice again as hot...
Turret
1-21-14
According to the heights of turrets and towers
We can bask yet in the depths of our privelages of powers
Seen as our abilities to be put into their practices
So that I might write on and on here for hours
By these domelike structures that we can see
Revolving horizontally
In a vessel of what God has made in me
In that I am a deep thinker
Whom wonders about his roots
Hoping not to be as a tree
Planted in a plastic bucket
So that these roots can yet grow...
Freedom
1-22-14
By one's freedom to do as he sees fit
According to this Christian privilege
To stay home and read my Scripture
Of which I will not quit
Being as one to be rewarded
In my toleration of that which is it
Keeping all of these writings in spiral tablets
Of Spirit and flesh
On my journeys from my Horeb to your Kadesh
Glad to not have gone back to town
Where next week's endeavors are ripe and fresh...
Roundelay
1-22-14
Writing my roundelay
As so in the dead of winter
I have my month of May
Scribbling these words
As my own way in which to pray
Taking another prolific session due to my snow day
Writing my roundelay
Having encouragement as its theme
Being one to yet regard last night's crazy dream
And I will try to write this happy song
Writing my roundelay
Where it was good with us all along
Writing my roundelay
Here now and today...
Friday, February 14, 2014
THAT 2
My Grace Of That
1-21-14
Plantagenets plead with passion and pride
According to a faithful companion
Always sitting by my side
She is the token of God's riches at Christ's expense
For this is her name stated in the present tense
Stocked up abundantly with crackers of woven wheat
As so with white my precipitation doth cover a nameless street
By plantagenets producing purity with power
According to the reign of our legendary kings
Placed into position
With purpose is this
Of which is that...
We
1-21-14
By my errantry of all adventure
I travel in my quest for poems such as these
Thinking about the title of my next book
Perhaps to be called as we or maybe me
By the truth that doth set us free
According to the sciences of positive thinking
Paying attention to what is right
By which God has his dandruff
According to the jesting of my youth not forgotten
By my errantry of this endeavor
Another brainchild is begotten...
Spark
1-21-14
Of all pinwheels and paper and plastic vanes attached
According to the queen of all felines
The surface has been scratched
Penetrating into the rind
As soon as the avocado is ripe
And this will be my new devotion
To serve as the shadow like its type
To represent our freedom freely imputed
Upon he whom thinks for himself
Pondering over insignificant details
Of new ways to use my words of this exhortation
By these Catherine wheels in one's night sky
Made manifest by what is dark
Where such procession doth begin with a spark...
On Numbers 11:31, 32
1-21-14
Two cubits above the earth's surface
So yet flutter that which we as consumers doth devour
Staying up all night and day
To taste of it in one's gospel hour
By hoar frost upon those grasses
Bringing my happy back again
Quoting Stipe by way of my pen
Trying not to think too far ahead
When it comes to my sweet evening
Of honey spread upon the Italian wheat bread
Where he that gathered least had no lack...
Ill's Purpose
1-21-14
If my ills were cured
I suppose that I might surely die
In such exaltation
I receive in sitting upon places high
Where the thorn in my flesh serves its purpose
So that I might be humbled
According to all gravity and discretion
Yeah, if my ills were cured
I would be as the gods
Unable to contain myself
Burying my face between the pages
Of the writings of Moses
According to one's graves of craving
That indeed are just because of this
Which is of that...
1-21-14
Plantagenets plead with passion and pride
According to a faithful companion
Always sitting by my side
She is the token of God's riches at Christ's expense
For this is her name stated in the present tense
Stocked up abundantly with crackers of woven wheat
As so with white my precipitation doth cover a nameless street
By plantagenets producing purity with power
According to the reign of our legendary kings
Placed into position
With purpose is this
Of which is that...
We
1-21-14
By my errantry of all adventure
I travel in my quest for poems such as these
Thinking about the title of my next book
Perhaps to be called as we or maybe me
By the truth that doth set us free
According to the sciences of positive thinking
Paying attention to what is right
By which God has his dandruff
According to the jesting of my youth not forgotten
By my errantry of this endeavor
Another brainchild is begotten...
Spark
1-21-14
Of all pinwheels and paper and plastic vanes attached
According to the queen of all felines
The surface has been scratched
Penetrating into the rind
As soon as the avocado is ripe
And this will be my new devotion
To serve as the shadow like its type
To represent our freedom freely imputed
Upon he whom thinks for himself
Pondering over insignificant details
Of new ways to use my words of this exhortation
By these Catherine wheels in one's night sky
Made manifest by what is dark
Where such procession doth begin with a spark...
On Numbers 11:31, 32
1-21-14
Two cubits above the earth's surface
So yet flutter that which we as consumers doth devour
Staying up all night and day
To taste of it in one's gospel hour
By hoar frost upon those grasses
Bringing my happy back again
Quoting Stipe by way of my pen
Trying not to think too far ahead
When it comes to my sweet evening
Of honey spread upon the Italian wheat bread
Where he that gathered least had no lack...
Ill's Purpose
1-21-14
If my ills were cured
I suppose that I might surely die
In such exaltation
I receive in sitting upon places high
Where the thorn in my flesh serves its purpose
So that I might be humbled
According to all gravity and discretion
Yeah, if my ills were cured
I would be as the gods
Unable to contain myself
Burying my face between the pages
Of the writings of Moses
According to one's graves of craving
That indeed are just because of this
Which is of that...
Thursday, February 13, 2014
THAT
That
1-21-14
A word such as That
Today refers to what we have hope for
In what we cannot see
Which just as well is of This
In its own way
Where our king has not humbled his heart
Still lifted up in all bliss
Lifting himself up against the Lord of heaven
Purchasing another cup of coffee at seven-eleven
In the dreams and recollections of my dark and stony past
In that I am what I am today at last
In that it is God whom I choose to glorify
In This which is That...
This is what is now
That is what is yet to come
Dissociative
1-21-14
I know that perfect is not for real
Unless it is defined as being complete and finished
For this new beginning in no need to put shoes upon my feet
And soon breaking my fast in the surrender to something simple to yet eat
Observing all dissociatives
Without knowing exactly what they are
Up against This which is That
Being the things I hope for
In the company of my calico cat
Beautifully asymmetrical
Perfect in her own way
With candy bards in an old cowboy hat
I know perfect is not for real
In This of which is That...
This is what we can see
That is of things invisible
Journal Entry
1-21-14
Of six hundred thousand men on foot or more
We yet arrive upon such a beautiful shore
Yet we have not but apprehended
In that we have so much more to learn
Playing my nineteen seventy-four archive
Observing this reflection of snowfall
Out my east window
In my need to step outside my front door
Given meat to eat for a whole month
Or until it becomes as loathsome
To the palate of one whom is human after all...
Quail
1-21-14
We are all as human
And we will fail
Wherein loathsome will become one's manna and quail
Two cubits above the earth's surface
So that these pilgrims would not wane as skinny as a rail
Entering the most holy of places straight through the veil
Where an east wind so blows in
To make it possible for fishers yet to set sail
We are all as human
And we will fall short
So the poet will continue
To admonish and exhort
In That
Which is just as well as This...
That is what is outside
This is on the inside....
Tekel
1-21-14
The devil tries to tell me
That it's all a waste of time
But I proceed regardless
Here and now in verse and rhyme
Where it's not about what I can get out of it
So I'll just do it for what it is
And be therewith content with eyes to see
All available beauty and splendor that it brings
Where the soul is never satisfied with material things
So I take on what is called as That
Referring to what we yet hope for
As thou art weighed in the balances
To be found wanting
And the kingdom is divided...
Chintz
1-21-14
By draperies of glazed and cotton chintz
We are provided with eminent clues of helpful hints
Embroidered with chains of pearls and gold
Regarding the many ways
That such a story can be told
Using different words to express the selfsame truth
Printed in bright patterns
That doth clothe the youth
Yet gaudy, miserly and cheap
As by faith we take our quantum leap
By draperies of fifty
That all have the same breadth and length
To be this embroidery
To be as our great strength....
That Part II
1-21-14
Back to my roots
Of the basics of my sweeter reality
I receive my second wind
Seeing it as an escape from all fatality
Staggering back to my love seat to write some more
Seeking to be perfect, complete, finished and mature
Where one's ego will be as such insecure
Conserving the silence of the moment in time
Like it were my electricity
Doing here my thing in this neuroplasticity
Back to my roots I hope to grow deep
So that I might scale my mountain no matter how steep
Smoking like the devil today
By which my nicotine doth creep
Back to my roots
In this which is that....
Prodigy
1-21-14
Monstrous and prodigious
Are those that claim to be religious
Arousing all admiration extraordinary in extent
Where it soon will be time to once more pay my rent
Given this talent and ability
For a purpose in that I pray
That back west tomorrow I'll be sent
By princes one hundred and twenty
And where that came from there is yet plenty
In this which is that
Yeah, just that....
On Daniel 6:2
1-21-14
Three presidents are set over the entire realm
So that there would be no damage
Of which our Daniel was made the first
Knowing my well inexhaustible
So that I might never thirst
Seeing to be as blessed
Even when it seems one is cursed
In my study of political science of such a trade
Praying for a brother in his classes
To receive a good grade
Being one to acknowledge such
According to what God hath made
Rocking on to this book
Regarding our major prophet
Even if this is all I do
In this of which is as that....
Dance
1-21-14
English coreographers still do their stuff
In a place that abounds with drinking water
Extracted from the rock that is enough
Where I am played like a banjo and the cello
Taking another deep drag to get mellow
Of all American pianists and composers
That still write and will not retire
Dying in their music with sins washed away
According to position
As so completed today is another mission
In lucid dreams
Putting these words into practice
In this of which is that...
1-21-14
A word such as That
Today refers to what we have hope for
In what we cannot see
Which just as well is of This
In its own way
Where our king has not humbled his heart
Still lifted up in all bliss
Lifting himself up against the Lord of heaven
Purchasing another cup of coffee at seven-eleven
In the dreams and recollections of my dark and stony past
In that I am what I am today at last
In that it is God whom I choose to glorify
In This which is That...
This is what is now
That is what is yet to come
Dissociative
1-21-14
I know that perfect is not for real
Unless it is defined as being complete and finished
For this new beginning in no need to put shoes upon my feet
And soon breaking my fast in the surrender to something simple to yet eat
Observing all dissociatives
Without knowing exactly what they are
Up against This which is That
Being the things I hope for
In the company of my calico cat
Beautifully asymmetrical
Perfect in her own way
With candy bards in an old cowboy hat
I know perfect is not for real
In This of which is That...
This is what we can see
That is of things invisible
Journal Entry
1-21-14
Of six hundred thousand men on foot or more
We yet arrive upon such a beautiful shore
Yet we have not but apprehended
In that we have so much more to learn
Playing my nineteen seventy-four archive
Observing this reflection of snowfall
Out my east window
In my need to step outside my front door
Given meat to eat for a whole month
Or until it becomes as loathsome
To the palate of one whom is human after all...
Quail
1-21-14
We are all as human
And we will fail
Wherein loathsome will become one's manna and quail
Two cubits above the earth's surface
So that these pilgrims would not wane as skinny as a rail
Entering the most holy of places straight through the veil
Where an east wind so blows in
To make it possible for fishers yet to set sail
We are all as human
And we will fall short
So the poet will continue
To admonish and exhort
In That
Which is just as well as This...
That is what is outside
This is on the inside....
Tekel
1-21-14
The devil tries to tell me
That it's all a waste of time
But I proceed regardless
Here and now in verse and rhyme
Where it's not about what I can get out of it
So I'll just do it for what it is
And be therewith content with eyes to see
All available beauty and splendor that it brings
Where the soul is never satisfied with material things
So I take on what is called as That
Referring to what we yet hope for
As thou art weighed in the balances
To be found wanting
And the kingdom is divided...
Chintz
1-21-14
By draperies of glazed and cotton chintz
We are provided with eminent clues of helpful hints
Embroidered with chains of pearls and gold
Regarding the many ways
That such a story can be told
Using different words to express the selfsame truth
Printed in bright patterns
That doth clothe the youth
Yet gaudy, miserly and cheap
As by faith we take our quantum leap
By draperies of fifty
That all have the same breadth and length
To be this embroidery
To be as our great strength....
That Part II
1-21-14
Back to my roots
Of the basics of my sweeter reality
I receive my second wind
Seeing it as an escape from all fatality
Staggering back to my love seat to write some more
Seeking to be perfect, complete, finished and mature
Where one's ego will be as such insecure
Conserving the silence of the moment in time
Like it were my electricity
Doing here my thing in this neuroplasticity
Back to my roots I hope to grow deep
So that I might scale my mountain no matter how steep
Smoking like the devil today
By which my nicotine doth creep
Back to my roots
In this which is that....
Prodigy
1-21-14
Monstrous and prodigious
Are those that claim to be religious
Arousing all admiration extraordinary in extent
Where it soon will be time to once more pay my rent
Given this talent and ability
For a purpose in that I pray
That back west tomorrow I'll be sent
By princes one hundred and twenty
And where that came from there is yet plenty
In this which is that
Yeah, just that....
On Daniel 6:2
1-21-14
Three presidents are set over the entire realm
So that there would be no damage
Of which our Daniel was made the first
Knowing my well inexhaustible
So that I might never thirst
Seeing to be as blessed
Even when it seems one is cursed
In my study of political science of such a trade
Praying for a brother in his classes
To receive a good grade
Being one to acknowledge such
According to what God hath made
Rocking on to this book
Regarding our major prophet
Even if this is all I do
In this of which is as that....
Dance
1-21-14
English coreographers still do their stuff
In a place that abounds with drinking water
Extracted from the rock that is enough
Where I am played like a banjo and the cello
Taking another deep drag to get mellow
Of all American pianists and composers
That still write and will not retire
Dying in their music with sins washed away
According to position
As so completed today is another mission
In lucid dreams
Putting these words into practice
In this of which is that...
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
CHANGE
Thirty-Six Lord Willing
1-19-09
Disposed of ten dead strings of Christmas lights
No worries of replacements
Of next year's winter nights
The good Lord willing is what I ought to say
While in this life I am not promised
Even next April or May
If I live to thirty-six
I'll rove the promenade
For pubs and pinball
At every stop I split a ten
To get my fix
Taking it a day at a time
Knowing how summer will fade to fall
Time, O how it is fleeting...
Cat Fancy
1-19-09
Yet to read are fifteen old Cat Fancy magazines
Of which information by now is probably obsolete
As I take my meat with my beans
And with my greens
To sleep with one cat at my head
And the other at my feet
I'll probably fall down dead
Before I read all there is in store
As once again my cats are fed
As I soon retire to dream of my peace
That results from my war
I write with a pen with a misplaced cap
Drinking water fresh and cold
Straight from the tap...
Do Something, My Resolution
1-19-09
Two thousand nine resolution
Do something
Anything at all
For every problem there is a solution
When my folks pass on
There will be no one to break me
Or to give a call
The baby inside of me is crying
The tyrant within is yet lying
Takes a little bit of patience
To write what is worthwhile
And such will cost me trouble and trials
Caring no longer for outward guile
Nor style
As I continue to seek
Only my knowledge...
Artificial Light
1-19-09
Such a word was to men
Of the land of Benjamin
Of the priests of Anathoth
As the fuel of the lamp
And its light artificial
Would draw nigh the mosquito and the moth
All I know is that I hunger and yet thirst
Setting flesh aside as I put the Spirit first
A slave to my devices
Accustomed to the market of higher prices
Subject to giving and sacrifices
Everyone has something to contribute
No matter how poor
Soon I resort to my free internet whore
But it's all good...
By My Fast, Held Captive
1-19-09
Jerusalem, into captivity, is carried away
As granny smith apples are bought with my pay
A horse will take a bite
We try to muzzle her in the night
Life is a whole lot more
Than the simplicity of black and white
More than ever I yet hunger
Getting older yet in my stomach
I'll be yet younger
Told to fast after the hour of ten
Yet still determined
To persevere by way of pen
Refraining requires will power
As I covet a morsel
Of the seeds of the sunflower
O, where will I go...
To Pray When You Hunger
1-19-09
To take care is another form of the word, tremble
As brothers are yet to convoke, condone and to, with joy yet assemble
When you are starving
Might be the best time to, for others pray
Where the most difficult transition lies in one's sleeping
Toward one's waking day
A fig tree is yet unripe
Seeking yet his own
As roots try to grow deeper
Yet are foiled by a stone
May the roots be fresh
So that the branches can be likewise
Flee the breaking of your fast
To desire to be yet mature and wise...
Choose Thine Fruit
1-19-09
We are taught that the ways of self
Are as the ways of a child
As along the way we learn how we cannot eat everything
That is found in the wild
Yeah, of the berries upon brambles
We must pick and choose
As we will learn a whole lot more
When we fail and when we lose
Experience is not always the most trustworthy guide
As we are yet to stumble in the wilderness
Upon self and pride
We are told to put away childish things
When it is wisdom that tides contrary yet brings...
1-19-09
Disposed of ten dead strings of Christmas lights
No worries of replacements
Of next year's winter nights
The good Lord willing is what I ought to say
While in this life I am not promised
Even next April or May
If I live to thirty-six
I'll rove the promenade
For pubs and pinball
At every stop I split a ten
To get my fix
Taking it a day at a time
Knowing how summer will fade to fall
Time, O how it is fleeting...
Cat Fancy
1-19-09
Yet to read are fifteen old Cat Fancy magazines
Of which information by now is probably obsolete
As I take my meat with my beans
And with my greens
To sleep with one cat at my head
And the other at my feet
I'll probably fall down dead
Before I read all there is in store
As once again my cats are fed
As I soon retire to dream of my peace
That results from my war
I write with a pen with a misplaced cap
Drinking water fresh and cold
Straight from the tap...
Do Something, My Resolution
1-19-09
Two thousand nine resolution
Do something
Anything at all
For every problem there is a solution
When my folks pass on
There will be no one to break me
Or to give a call
The baby inside of me is crying
The tyrant within is yet lying
Takes a little bit of patience
To write what is worthwhile
And such will cost me trouble and trials
Caring no longer for outward guile
Nor style
As I continue to seek
Only my knowledge...
Artificial Light
1-19-09
Such a word was to men
Of the land of Benjamin
Of the priests of Anathoth
As the fuel of the lamp
And its light artificial
Would draw nigh the mosquito and the moth
All I know is that I hunger and yet thirst
Setting flesh aside as I put the Spirit first
A slave to my devices
Accustomed to the market of higher prices
Subject to giving and sacrifices
Everyone has something to contribute
No matter how poor
Soon I resort to my free internet whore
But it's all good...
By My Fast, Held Captive
1-19-09
Jerusalem, into captivity, is carried away
As granny smith apples are bought with my pay
A horse will take a bite
We try to muzzle her in the night
Life is a whole lot more
Than the simplicity of black and white
More than ever I yet hunger
Getting older yet in my stomach
I'll be yet younger
Told to fast after the hour of ten
Yet still determined
To persevere by way of pen
Refraining requires will power
As I covet a morsel
Of the seeds of the sunflower
O, where will I go...
To Pray When You Hunger
1-19-09
To take care is another form of the word, tremble
As brothers are yet to convoke, condone and to, with joy yet assemble
When you are starving
Might be the best time to, for others pray
Where the most difficult transition lies in one's sleeping
Toward one's waking day
A fig tree is yet unripe
Seeking yet his own
As roots try to grow deeper
Yet are foiled by a stone
May the roots be fresh
So that the branches can be likewise
Flee the breaking of your fast
To desire to be yet mature and wise...
Choose Thine Fruit
1-19-09
We are taught that the ways of self
Are as the ways of a child
As along the way we learn how we cannot eat everything
That is found in the wild
Yeah, of the berries upon brambles
We must pick and choose
As we will learn a whole lot more
When we fail and when we lose
Experience is not always the most trustworthy guide
As we are yet to stumble in the wilderness
Upon self and pride
We are told to put away childish things
When it is wisdom that tides contrary yet brings...
Monday, February 10, 2014
QUOTA 2
going back to my 2009 material....
Task Completed
1-18-09
One less thing of which to fret
Completed the seemingly impossible task
The bookshelf I'll move of a burden I won't forget
The torch is lit by a spark upon a wondrous flask
Full is my cup even when empty and drained
Cats get used to a newfangled environment
Need take care to my power strip
I get focused on the books that remain
As upon old and new material I get my grip
Always something new
I find in the same old shit....
Hope In Change
1-19-09
New environment
Nothing stays the same
Everything we touch and see is subject to change
Observe Obama's speeches
As if it were a football game
When you see it in such this way
Oh yeah, life is strange
Change, change and peace they say
But will it do us any good
Brother, sister, daughter, son, nephew and niece
Is the brass or copper better off than the cedar wood
Floor squares in time are torn asunder
We rearrange the furniture
As we yet botch and bungle and blunder
We do what every man must do
And that would be to change...
Task Completed
1-18-09
One less thing of which to fret
Completed the seemingly impossible task
The bookshelf I'll move of a burden I won't forget
The torch is lit by a spark upon a wondrous flask
Full is my cup even when empty and drained
Cats get used to a newfangled environment
Need take care to my power strip
I get focused on the books that remain
As upon old and new material I get my grip
Always something new
I find in the same old shit....
Hope In Change
1-19-09
New environment
Nothing stays the same
Everything we touch and see is subject to change
Observe Obama's speeches
As if it were a football game
When you see it in such this way
Oh yeah, life is strange
Change, change and peace they say
But will it do us any good
Brother, sister, daughter, son, nephew and niece
Is the brass or copper better off than the cedar wood
Floor squares in time are torn asunder
We rearrange the furniture
As we yet botch and bungle and blunder
We do what every man must do
And that would be to change...
Sunday, February 9, 2014
QUOTA
Abide
6-9-12
Palisades and palinodes
Lead my feet to traverse other roads
Getting on with the sunshine
With intercession for all other abodes
Choosing not to run with the pack of wolves
In sheep's clothing
Abiding in the edifice
Of grace and its promise
Of a new day...
Genteel
6-9-12
Genteel and finesse
Is the time at hand
Personified by a beautiful muse
To think upon
In that I triturate and comminute
Looking not for minions to recruit
With a monolithic bundle of hope
That serves as an anchor for the soul today
As sunlight shines through my window
With my mission accomplished
In that my shirts are clean...
Twenty More Pens
6-9-12
I purchase twenty more soldiers for my army
Of munitions of ground to cover
Where today's artists
Write about what it could have been
If I have made another choice in the matter
If I would have turned left instead of right
And today I don't really need what they purpose on the line
And on the limb of deeper hues of green
Where I choose my confessions
In every waking hour...
Quota Already Made
6-9-12
In the nostalgic green glow
Of a housefly outside of such an abode
I have recollections of my childhood exploits
Of capturing all that I can
In a time I would rather put behind me
In that I've already met my quota
In clean shirts and socks
That I need not wear with sandals
On with the nostalgic blue as well
And a buzz on this deficiency
Serving its purpose
Just the way that things are....
Rivalry
6-9-12
Rivalries are set in motion
In that I choose not to involve myself
In the chasing of waterfalls
In my witness of repetition
Of melodies slightly distinct
Seeing the trigger as an opportunity for a challenge
To make me stronger
With all the tobacco that I desire
In rivalries of which I choose not to covet
But instead feel glad for them
Interceding so that they might prosper...
I Will Hunger Again
6-9-12
Collage advent garde restless consumers
Dream of having dinner with Barak
At a Chinese restaurant
Where one grows hungry again
Soon later on for bean soup
As these notebooks will serve as stones to lean upon
That serve as pseudonyms and various personas
In that I love the sound of my own voice
All the day long in that I stay cool
With consolation in all of this....
My Fruit And Meat
6-9-12
Breaking out today's provision
As if I were a raccoon looking for an open dumpster
To rain in my avarice that so genders peace of mind
Wondering just what the meaning is of hedges that are removed
Leaving only their stumps and needles
Strewn across the lawn
To serve as a part of the work to be done
By those whom volunteer
And as for these that have ears
May they hear....
On Matthew 11:11
6-9-12
He that is least in the kingdom of heaven
Is greater than he whom comes out into the wilderness
To see a cactus that thirsts for more water
Than she might require
Where Stipe covers a tune written by Fogerty
In its euphonious jingle
Where this is all I choose to do today
In that things are sunny and mild
He that is least will later be as the greatest...
More Viands
6-9-12
I salute a goddess for which I still have the hots
As I tear into my viands of almonds and apricots
Yet such I need distinguish
From the God that I worship
According to the wisdom I still seek
With my bible opened to the book of Hebrews
In that I seek not such a fame
That might be spread like tonight's news
Moving onto chapters ten and eleven
Seeking the manna of heaven
And finding leaven....
My Banana
6-9-12
I eat a banana I purchased at target
Chilled in the refrigerator
With a voice in my mind
Telling me that I am awesome
In what I do all day
On this day in recollections
Of a jesting about Afganastan
Being as such when my cat tries to get her teeth into the peel
And that which is of the imitation here still will be real....
6-9-12
Palisades and palinodes
Lead my feet to traverse other roads
Getting on with the sunshine
With intercession for all other abodes
Choosing not to run with the pack of wolves
In sheep's clothing
Abiding in the edifice
Of grace and its promise
Of a new day...
Genteel
6-9-12
Genteel and finesse
Is the time at hand
Personified by a beautiful muse
To think upon
In that I triturate and comminute
Looking not for minions to recruit
With a monolithic bundle of hope
That serves as an anchor for the soul today
As sunlight shines through my window
With my mission accomplished
In that my shirts are clean...
Twenty More Pens
6-9-12
I purchase twenty more soldiers for my army
Of munitions of ground to cover
Where today's artists
Write about what it could have been
If I have made another choice in the matter
If I would have turned left instead of right
And today I don't really need what they purpose on the line
And on the limb of deeper hues of green
Where I choose my confessions
In every waking hour...
Quota Already Made
6-9-12
In the nostalgic green glow
Of a housefly outside of such an abode
I have recollections of my childhood exploits
Of capturing all that I can
In a time I would rather put behind me
In that I've already met my quota
In clean shirts and socks
That I need not wear with sandals
On with the nostalgic blue as well
And a buzz on this deficiency
Serving its purpose
Just the way that things are....
Rivalry
6-9-12
Rivalries are set in motion
In that I choose not to involve myself
In the chasing of waterfalls
In my witness of repetition
Of melodies slightly distinct
Seeing the trigger as an opportunity for a challenge
To make me stronger
With all the tobacco that I desire
In rivalries of which I choose not to covet
But instead feel glad for them
Interceding so that they might prosper...
I Will Hunger Again
6-9-12
Collage advent garde restless consumers
Dream of having dinner with Barak
At a Chinese restaurant
Where one grows hungry again
Soon later on for bean soup
As these notebooks will serve as stones to lean upon
That serve as pseudonyms and various personas
In that I love the sound of my own voice
All the day long in that I stay cool
With consolation in all of this....
My Fruit And Meat
6-9-12
Breaking out today's provision
As if I were a raccoon looking for an open dumpster
To rain in my avarice that so genders peace of mind
Wondering just what the meaning is of hedges that are removed
Leaving only their stumps and needles
Strewn across the lawn
To serve as a part of the work to be done
By those whom volunteer
And as for these that have ears
May they hear....
On Matthew 11:11
6-9-12
He that is least in the kingdom of heaven
Is greater than he whom comes out into the wilderness
To see a cactus that thirsts for more water
Than she might require
Where Stipe covers a tune written by Fogerty
In its euphonious jingle
Where this is all I choose to do today
In that things are sunny and mild
He that is least will later be as the greatest...
More Viands
6-9-12
I salute a goddess for which I still have the hots
As I tear into my viands of almonds and apricots
Yet such I need distinguish
From the God that I worship
According to the wisdom I still seek
With my bible opened to the book of Hebrews
In that I seek not such a fame
That might be spread like tonight's news
Moving onto chapters ten and eleven
Seeking the manna of heaven
And finding leaven....
My Banana
6-9-12
I eat a banana I purchased at target
Chilled in the refrigerator
With a voice in my mind
Telling me that I am awesome
In what I do all day
On this day in recollections
Of a jesting about Afganastan
Being as such when my cat tries to get her teeth into the peel
And that which is of the imitation here still will be real....
Friday, February 7, 2014
GIDEON 2
Time To Tear It Down
1-18-09
Back into my other corner
I move my two hundred pound bookshelf
Upon my shoulders I take the weight of the world
Of two more tons upon myself
Glad to bury the burden yet one more day
Miserable yet glad
Upon the scales of which one who works will yet weigh
Time to take down my Christmas tree
Voices cry out now or never
Yet colored lights is all I now see
Obsessions yet I have in another destination
Gladness in sorrow
Yet morose in such elation
But I see that it's all good....
1-18-09
Back into my other corner
I move my two hundred pound bookshelf
Upon my shoulders I take the weight of the world
Of two more tons upon myself
Glad to bury the burden yet one more day
Miserable yet glad
Upon the scales of which one who works will yet weigh
Time to take down my Christmas tree
Voices cry out now or never
Yet colored lights is all I now see
Obsessions yet I have in another destination
Gladness in sorrow
Yet morose in such elation
But I see that it's all good....
Thursday, February 6, 2014
GIDEON
going back to my work from 2009. Gideon is my latest subject of bible study named as Jerubbaal being one to tear down their altars. Why, we ask.
Lobster Tail
1-18-09
The lobster tail would be the final portion
On the feast of the platter
As such meat so dipped and butter
Seems to be the last thing that would matter
Nothing left to say than the fact that I'm making due
Still dreaming of a gremlin that rises out of the stew
Still dreaming of states beyond consciousness and reason
Seeing the worst crime against the nation to be treason
But it's all good
When meat is seasoned
By the smoke of mesquite wood
May us taste
But not in haste...
The New Ranch
12-18-09
Arboreal reptiles find their place
Two hundred feet above the ground
As equal metal heads find their comfort
In their appealing thrashing sound
Arboreal fowls perch upon the highest branches
As rustics go to salad bars
To try new manners of ranches
It is good to know
That there is always something new to taste
As we as farmers can rest assured
That nothing ever really goes to waste
Pioneers are hired
To separate out the trash in the dump...
Filling For An Extra Shilling
1-18-09
Inside and outside the turkey
So is cooked the filling
As the butler and the baker
Will demand in their pay an extra shilling
As quality is demanded
In this thanksgiving meal
And it must be of perfection
To be seen as authentic or even real
The family sits around the table and is satisfied
As the adult members are content
Yet the babies that sit there yet howled and cried
Inside and outside the turkey
So is baked the filling
As the man who prepares the meal
Was paid an extra shilling
Yet all in all it was good...
I'll Someday Invite You To My World
1-18-09
See through your rosy lens
Of the opalescent and iridescence
Look though your glass of psychedelic convalescence
It is good to see your variety of tints and hues
It is wise to forgive yourself of all regrets and rues
Your sins of omission so seem to be your worst
As you will later be blessed
Wherein you now are cursed
Need to fast after ten
Nothing but water I take to my lips
For my careless pen
It does me good to yet do without...
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
STREAM 3
My Sacred Space
6-8-12
Marooned and isolated intentionally
To feel my sacred space
In my room of music
And coolness and heavenly smoke
With percolated bliss
As small was my faith this morning
When a brother asked me to come in for a cup
Marooned and secluded
For the cause of poetry in motion
Accepting these parts of the real me
Just for what they are
Going through this summer heat
To be as the cinder
That also is the star
Yet to purchase the pen
Costing ten for a dollar
In the now and then
To serve as my box car...
Phenomenology
6-8-12
in the phenomenology
Of that which is manifest
Hidden is still yet the mystery of love
At the deep end of a pool
Nostalgic in its aroma of chorine and sun screen
And thoughts of my Christine
To know all belongs to he
Whom believes in someone
With a seismic vibration
Of a ground that shakes
While still steady
In the phenomenology
Of what it is to get ready...
Loose Change At Six
6-8-12
In a want in need to control
The urge to get it done and over with
Knowing that I have the whole weekend
To make improvements on my living space
With time that will bring me the pleasure of fulfillment
In that I got my cookies for this night
So I went ahead to get a good head start
Where I put my faith in my One Great Thou Art
And indeed I am with satisfaction
Of accomplishment....
On Matthew 10:32
6-8-12
The Lord's table is the reminder
Of the death, burial and resurrection
Those that confess him before men
He will confess to the father in heaven
Not to be thought of as a place to try to get to
But a state of being within you here now and today
As so tonight I am redeemed
To be as a vessel of pleasure
With more esteem in regarding other artists
That walk my way in new shoes...
Good Work
6-8-12
Worry is quite useless
In that such won't better your chances
Of tomorrow's success
Already attained in the faith one does exercise
To get it done
Taking pleasure to perform it
As unto the Lord
This is the secret to all work that lies ahead
With agendas for the weekend
To rearrange and flow with the breeze of change
To see that this joy is not so strange...
Real Wealth In Love
6-8-12
Real wealth today is in contentment
As riches make themselves wings to fly away
Like eagles toward heaven
As we ought not try
By the reason of more and more gain
Standing back after doing the work
Of poets that collect inspiration from work experience
Setting myself aside
To wish them well
In the love tonight at hand
Praying that in all things
I will better understand...
Ditch
6-8-12
The strange woman is a deep ditch
Where I tend to enjoy digging
With a rusty spade of iron that sharpens brass brows
Of resistance to the authority of the status quo
As so I find that in all of this
It is good to know to put into practice
The words I incline an ear to
In order to be counted among the just
In word and deed
Given all tonight that I want and need
Ready and willing to disperse forth my seed...
6-8-12
Marooned and isolated intentionally
To feel my sacred space
In my room of music
And coolness and heavenly smoke
With percolated bliss
As small was my faith this morning
When a brother asked me to come in for a cup
Marooned and secluded
For the cause of poetry in motion
Accepting these parts of the real me
Just for what they are
Going through this summer heat
To be as the cinder
That also is the star
Yet to purchase the pen
Costing ten for a dollar
In the now and then
To serve as my box car...
Phenomenology
6-8-12
in the phenomenology
Of that which is manifest
Hidden is still yet the mystery of love
At the deep end of a pool
Nostalgic in its aroma of chorine and sun screen
And thoughts of my Christine
To know all belongs to he
Whom believes in someone
With a seismic vibration
Of a ground that shakes
While still steady
In the phenomenology
Of what it is to get ready...
Loose Change At Six
6-8-12
In a want in need to control
The urge to get it done and over with
Knowing that I have the whole weekend
To make improvements on my living space
With time that will bring me the pleasure of fulfillment
In that I got my cookies for this night
So I went ahead to get a good head start
Where I put my faith in my One Great Thou Art
And indeed I am with satisfaction
Of accomplishment....
On Matthew 10:32
6-8-12
The Lord's table is the reminder
Of the death, burial and resurrection
Those that confess him before men
He will confess to the father in heaven
Not to be thought of as a place to try to get to
But a state of being within you here now and today
As so tonight I am redeemed
To be as a vessel of pleasure
With more esteem in regarding other artists
That walk my way in new shoes...
Good Work
6-8-12
Worry is quite useless
In that such won't better your chances
Of tomorrow's success
Already attained in the faith one does exercise
To get it done
Taking pleasure to perform it
As unto the Lord
This is the secret to all work that lies ahead
With agendas for the weekend
To rearrange and flow with the breeze of change
To see that this joy is not so strange...
Real Wealth In Love
6-8-12
Real wealth today is in contentment
As riches make themselves wings to fly away
Like eagles toward heaven
As we ought not try
By the reason of more and more gain
Standing back after doing the work
Of poets that collect inspiration from work experience
Setting myself aside
To wish them well
In the love tonight at hand
Praying that in all things
I will better understand...
Ditch
6-8-12
The strange woman is a deep ditch
Where I tend to enjoy digging
With a rusty spade of iron that sharpens brass brows
Of resistance to the authority of the status quo
As so I find that in all of this
It is good to know to put into practice
The words I incline an ear to
In order to be counted among the just
In word and deed
Given all tonight that I want and need
Ready and willing to disperse forth my seed...
STREAM 2
Cavalcade
6-8-12
Cavalcades and professions flourish
For those with unconventional professions
Of the faith that stands
Where the hedge is removed
Yet we are not told of the why
They're just working on the landscape details
Of the premisis of many hues of green
As we seek out what more it can mean....
She's On My Path
6-8-12
One can lose his religion
Yet maintain spirituality
In knowing that there is a difference
In that it is stated this way
In that we no longer define it as bad or good
To see that she is put on my path
For a purpose and plan
Where I'll be encouraged
Today to sit out and get a tan
To observe her gyrating
And dancing in the rain
As if it were another day
Of recollections of moist breezes sweet and saline
With the brine of such beauty....
Melodic Gyration
6-8-12
I heard a voice from the past
Saying that I have a solution to everything
As I pass this afternoon
In observations of a neighbor's intoxication
That I assume to see
Going on like a beautiful song
With its trilling piano riff
And a base line that mollifies dull moments
With this voice from the past auspicious
Where I have not need to be suspicious
Stretched out in prolix annotations
Of events that inspire new material
To read into my machine...
Nostalgic Relics
6-8-12
Oracular and vatic
Are the relics in an attic
Of prized possessions
Apart from what is considered valuable
Of face value yet quite nostalgic
In its meaning of endless pages
Of things I wrote in the last twelve years
Of study and flow
Given the assurance
That I don't need to know
As oracular and vatic
Will be the stick shift
As well as the automatic
With a tune up at the vicinity
Of today's oasis...
To Make A Happy Time
6-8-12
A brother of mine told me to tap the sap
From the spruce
As I discover rare duets of Michael and Bruce
I find what is beautiful in the real me that is inexhaustible
In states of mania with the coffee and smoke
It sounded like someone was high in trills of billowing laughter
To make a happier time
When it is what I choose to be...
6-8-12
Cavalcades and professions flourish
For those with unconventional professions
Of the faith that stands
Where the hedge is removed
Yet we are not told of the why
They're just working on the landscape details
Of the premisis of many hues of green
As we seek out what more it can mean....
She's On My Path
6-8-12
One can lose his religion
Yet maintain spirituality
In knowing that there is a difference
In that it is stated this way
In that we no longer define it as bad or good
To see that she is put on my path
For a purpose and plan
Where I'll be encouraged
Today to sit out and get a tan
To observe her gyrating
And dancing in the rain
As if it were another day
Of recollections of moist breezes sweet and saline
With the brine of such beauty....
Melodic Gyration
6-8-12
I heard a voice from the past
Saying that I have a solution to everything
As I pass this afternoon
In observations of a neighbor's intoxication
That I assume to see
Going on like a beautiful song
With its trilling piano riff
And a base line that mollifies dull moments
With this voice from the past auspicious
Where I have not need to be suspicious
Stretched out in prolix annotations
Of events that inspire new material
To read into my machine...
Nostalgic Relics
6-8-12
Oracular and vatic
Are the relics in an attic
Of prized possessions
Apart from what is considered valuable
Of face value yet quite nostalgic
In its meaning of endless pages
Of things I wrote in the last twelve years
Of study and flow
Given the assurance
That I don't need to know
As oracular and vatic
Will be the stick shift
As well as the automatic
With a tune up at the vicinity
Of today's oasis...
To Make A Happy Time
6-8-12
A brother of mine told me to tap the sap
From the spruce
As I discover rare duets of Michael and Bruce
I find what is beautiful in the real me that is inexhaustible
In states of mania with the coffee and smoke
It sounded like someone was high in trills of billowing laughter
To make a happier time
When it is what I choose to be...
STREAM
Getting In Tune
6-7-12
Gymnasts and steeplejacks learn to climb
In the improving of physique
Not to conform
But to build one's confidence
Where I need tighten my belt
Due to some shaping up
Like the car that is put in tune
With its chrome
And thou that claims to teach another
Will teach himself
In words spoken of the truth
That makes one whole...
Dial
6-7-12
Setting my air conditioner dial
To my lucky number three
On a day of even a luckier number seven
Watching the winning cars around the track
Of which I aspire to
In my own form of admiration
Of how they are put together
On this prolific day of coming and going
In my own kind of way
Seeing the distinction between spirituality and religion
In a race between the seagull and the pigeon
Where neither try to be the one to come in first...
Purling Streams
6-7-12
Purling streams in their rippling motions
Bring to the surface comforting emotions
With a game on of the Dodgers and Phillies
Yet to zero in on the tendon of the Achilles
Yet to eddy and flow
To a river that provides a drink
For all that thirst
Yet to learn to love oneself
In that he puts God first
In the unity of this esteem...
Early Start
6-8-12
God woke me early this morning for a reason
In his plan and will
Where the road to glory is narrow
And few will see it
Yet I see much greater things than these
To walk a road set apart from the doctrine
On the television
Seeing there is so much more to this
Than what people say
Find it for yourself
And you will see greater things than these...
Middling
6-8-12
Middling and mediocre melodies are mingled
In the riffs of new morning hope
For a good start for a beautiful weekend of rhyme
Coming to terms with a child within
To make amends in that last night
I came a little bit too close to the mercy seat
Of the mystery in store for those of faith
When today I will say what is given unto me freely
Of the word made as flesh
In all of this...
Chuffed
6-8-12
Chuffed, proud and delighted
To be at the feast
With the appetite like a beast
Where sunlight emanates from my window facing east
With the knoll and toll of morning bells
To signify the goal
To find on the golden shore choice clam shells
Chuffed, proud and delighted
Just to be here today
With music to encourage
What in me is dark
In the lighting of a new way...
Bright And Early
6-8-12
Bright and early
Yet somehow still quite dark
Where the paper lady brings grim tidings
Of storms in the reports mercurial and capricious
In the constant change of what we may have to expect
Yet it is all up to God
What is in store for today
Bright and early
Starting fresh with good coffee
And her motor running right by my side
Bright and early....
Preference For Distance
6-8-12
I have no intentions
To think of myself only
I just do what I have to do
To cover my ground
My coffee ground percolated
In the preference for the distance
Between friends and neighbors
That makes the heart grow fonder
And closer to the truth
In its authenticity
Having no intentions
To be as miserly in all of this
Yet choosing to do as I see fit
In what I have to offer
Even if words are all I have to give....
On Matthew 8:28
6-8-12
Coming into the country of the Gergasenes
Humble in that I am not such a man of means
Content in what I am able to do
Even when it's not much
Crossing again to the other shore
To know that of itself
Nothing is called unclean or impure
Where even Friday the thirteenth
Can be a day lucky, fortunate and blessed
In that we are under this grace
Where it is just to be honest
In entering into the country of the Gergesenes...
6-7-12
Gymnasts and steeplejacks learn to climb
In the improving of physique
Not to conform
But to build one's confidence
Where I need tighten my belt
Due to some shaping up
Like the car that is put in tune
With its chrome
And thou that claims to teach another
Will teach himself
In words spoken of the truth
That makes one whole...
Dial
6-7-12
Setting my air conditioner dial
To my lucky number three
On a day of even a luckier number seven
Watching the winning cars around the track
Of which I aspire to
In my own form of admiration
Of how they are put together
On this prolific day of coming and going
In my own kind of way
Seeing the distinction between spirituality and religion
In a race between the seagull and the pigeon
Where neither try to be the one to come in first...
Purling Streams
6-7-12
Purling streams in their rippling motions
Bring to the surface comforting emotions
With a game on of the Dodgers and Phillies
Yet to zero in on the tendon of the Achilles
Yet to eddy and flow
To a river that provides a drink
For all that thirst
Yet to learn to love oneself
In that he puts God first
In the unity of this esteem...
Early Start
6-8-12
God woke me early this morning for a reason
In his plan and will
Where the road to glory is narrow
And few will see it
Yet I see much greater things than these
To walk a road set apart from the doctrine
On the television
Seeing there is so much more to this
Than what people say
Find it for yourself
And you will see greater things than these...
Middling
6-8-12
Middling and mediocre melodies are mingled
In the riffs of new morning hope
For a good start for a beautiful weekend of rhyme
Coming to terms with a child within
To make amends in that last night
I came a little bit too close to the mercy seat
Of the mystery in store for those of faith
When today I will say what is given unto me freely
Of the word made as flesh
In all of this...
Chuffed
6-8-12
Chuffed, proud and delighted
To be at the feast
With the appetite like a beast
Where sunlight emanates from my window facing east
With the knoll and toll of morning bells
To signify the goal
To find on the golden shore choice clam shells
Chuffed, proud and delighted
Just to be here today
With music to encourage
What in me is dark
In the lighting of a new way...
Bright And Early
6-8-12
Bright and early
Yet somehow still quite dark
Where the paper lady brings grim tidings
Of storms in the reports mercurial and capricious
In the constant change of what we may have to expect
Yet it is all up to God
What is in store for today
Bright and early
Starting fresh with good coffee
And her motor running right by my side
Bright and early....
Preference For Distance
6-8-12
I have no intentions
To think of myself only
I just do what I have to do
To cover my ground
My coffee ground percolated
In the preference for the distance
Between friends and neighbors
That makes the heart grow fonder
And closer to the truth
In its authenticity
Having no intentions
To be as miserly in all of this
Yet choosing to do as I see fit
In what I have to offer
Even if words are all I have to give....
On Matthew 8:28
6-8-12
Coming into the country of the Gergasenes
Humble in that I am not such a man of means
Content in what I am able to do
Even when it's not much
Crossing again to the other shore
To know that of itself
Nothing is called unclean or impure
Where even Friday the thirteenth
Can be a day lucky, fortunate and blessed
In that we are under this grace
Where it is just to be honest
In entering into the country of the Gergesenes...
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
LUCKY NUMBER
Lucky Number Day
6-7-12
Yet to be as a debtor
To intercede for those at work
To wish them all well on their way
When they trim the hedges and do their things well
To see that these branches serve their purpose
In the plan of pleasure and productivity
In all of this
Like an alibi in the volume of the music I play
As these sounds blend together for the better
On a lucky number day of sunshine daydreams
Euphonious and bright...
Where There Is Much Water
6-7-12
It seems that I drink today my tap water
In its excess
Wherein there is hydration of my sustenance
In questions answered about today's events
As I request many blessings upon those at work in the neighborhood
Wherein there is excess to be content with
In the remembrance of such nights
Where I would chase after productivity
As my main objective renounced
To take up a life of being awake by the light of day....
Meaning Well In My Absence
6-7-12
It seems that I forget
What manner of man that I am
When I walk away from my reflection
In the looking glass
With no intentions of antipathy
In my absence from the fellowship
That I already possess
In the company right at home
On this lucky number day
As if I choose to follow this meaning
Only figurative
Forgetting who I am sometimes
Yet still taking steps towards the prize
That I already possess...
Creature
6-7-12
In the worship of the creature
Such is justified by a love for my feline friend
Right beside me in her peaceful half slumber
As I get a clean shave
To yet acknowledge a generous stranger
Taking off his hat as a gesture of kindness
In my yesterday of trials auspicious
Happier today in the firmament partly cloudy and clement
Where wonders won't cease
To brighten the path ahead.....
Pule
6-7-12
Yet to wail and pine and pule
Given the luxury today
To be in where it's cool
Seeing it is well worthwhile
To run the air conditioner
Where consolation becomes my own golden
And silvery rule
Loving the aroma of all that is me
With my alibies to my left and my right
To step out again on faith
To take in another wonderful sight
To see just what my eyes do long for
In that I wail, pine and pule
And pant after sweet waters
Available to all that have this desire...
Moderate Volume Day
6-7-12
O, what did I come out to see
But an angel standing in the sun
Dressed in red and black
In that I feel the warmth of frock and frack
In the sound of my moderate volume
On the dial of compatible computer speakers
Giving my feet room to breathe
In sandals instead of retro sneakers
Hearing a reply of hello and goodbye
To get on with all of which
I have been called to do.....
6-7-12
Yet to be as a debtor
To intercede for those at work
To wish them all well on their way
When they trim the hedges and do their things well
To see that these branches serve their purpose
In the plan of pleasure and productivity
In all of this
Like an alibi in the volume of the music I play
As these sounds blend together for the better
On a lucky number day of sunshine daydreams
Euphonious and bright...
Where There Is Much Water
6-7-12
It seems that I drink today my tap water
In its excess
Wherein there is hydration of my sustenance
In questions answered about today's events
As I request many blessings upon those at work in the neighborhood
Wherein there is excess to be content with
In the remembrance of such nights
Where I would chase after productivity
As my main objective renounced
To take up a life of being awake by the light of day....
Meaning Well In My Absence
6-7-12
It seems that I forget
What manner of man that I am
When I walk away from my reflection
In the looking glass
With no intentions of antipathy
In my absence from the fellowship
That I already possess
In the company right at home
On this lucky number day
As if I choose to follow this meaning
Only figurative
Forgetting who I am sometimes
Yet still taking steps towards the prize
That I already possess...
Creature
6-7-12
In the worship of the creature
Such is justified by a love for my feline friend
Right beside me in her peaceful half slumber
As I get a clean shave
To yet acknowledge a generous stranger
Taking off his hat as a gesture of kindness
In my yesterday of trials auspicious
Happier today in the firmament partly cloudy and clement
Where wonders won't cease
To brighten the path ahead.....
Pule
6-7-12
Yet to wail and pine and pule
Given the luxury today
To be in where it's cool
Seeing it is well worthwhile
To run the air conditioner
Where consolation becomes my own golden
And silvery rule
Loving the aroma of all that is me
With my alibies to my left and my right
To step out again on faith
To take in another wonderful sight
To see just what my eyes do long for
In that I wail, pine and pule
And pant after sweet waters
Available to all that have this desire...
Moderate Volume Day
6-7-12
O, what did I come out to see
But an angel standing in the sun
Dressed in red and black
In that I feel the warmth of frock and frack
In the sound of my moderate volume
On the dial of compatible computer speakers
Giving my feet room to breathe
In sandals instead of retro sneakers
Hearing a reply of hello and goodbye
To get on with all of which
I have been called to do.....
Monday, February 3, 2014
WHO AM I?
Consulting Mark Twain
1-29-06
And it's a bitter pill I swallow here
So such an artist of my past still sings
And I dreamed that I took it with my beer
Determined not to be a partaker
Of either left or right wings
And I suppose that in the near future
I will read of the adventures of Tom Sawyer
As so when knowledge serves as one's gain
He'd have not need of a lawyer
For we don't plunder such mines
Mainly for silver or gold
When in God all things are made new
And none of such things will ever get old...
Necessity Of Controversy
1-29-06
And it is the trial that brings me closer to the Lord
Who has brought me here
And I pray that in love they will abound more and more
In knowledge of the love that will cast out all fear
And the subjects of creation and evolution
To this day are controversial and polemic
While in such spiritual pollution
Our love for Jesus ought to be more than just academic
And salvation is much easier
Than this life we ought to lead
While in the world we are to be smitten
As we are wounded as so we'll bleed...
Ode To Brother Smith
1-29-06
And so a good Samaritan would intercede
For the enemies of the French
As I must proclaim that they are not enemies of mine
As not to be reckoned so is humanity and its stench
So I may as well enjoy myself
And partake of the wine
And I can say in satisfaction and gratitude
That this time around the movie did not spoil the book
As we have Indian friends to thank
For finding us food as fish
Can be caught without the use of a rod or a hook
And I have remorse for idle words spoken in anger
And in spite
And I must make peace with such an enemy
Whom appears in my dreams each night....
Ode To Brother Hoff
1-29-06
And I still seek my heritage
Still trying to find out who I am
As so the meat I now chew on
Is much better than any known American steak or ham
And so I sought a diamond
But found instead a pearl
While in dreams I am surrounded
By the fascination in a colorful swirl
And in a memory quite psychedelic
There is wisdom
So I suppose I will catch a glimpse
Of amazing dreams tomorrow night
But tonight I am watchful and vigilant
And seek out what I want to know
As I will glean the grapes of my vineyard
So that by its nourishment I may grow....
Coke Dream
1-30-06
And I find it easy to be empathetic
And to have favor of the Indians and take their side
As the reading of this book
Is a value aesthetic
But I do not read about it
For the power nor the pride
And in my sleep
I have encountered a philosophy quite odd
And so I dreamed that I wrote a theatre play
About a so called coca cola god
And someday I have hopes to on paper write it all down
But in the meantime
My mission is to replenish my stash
On my way back to town...
The Past As A Prized Possession
1-30-06
And I read this book to make peace
With a brother half forgotten
And to come to a better understanding
Of the history that is real
And I realize while looking back on this
That I was rotten
But now I am determined to pulverize my harvest
With curiosity and zeal
And I believe that there is treasure
In our memories of both good or bad
As we are dead when we live only for pleasure
Yet desire is enough to drive any pirate mad
So in our flesh we follow our noses
As we follow our hearts
As we go to battle with our guilt
By way of spiritual martial arts...
Redemption
1-30-06
And it is a joy and a triumph
To be able to make new what is old
As I will seek tonight after wisdom
And I will seek her like pirates plunder silver and gold
And it has been told in tall tales
That remorse is a fate worse than death
Yet I have the will to persist
And thank God for my every breath
And I will learn by God's grace to forgive myself in time
As so for peace and hope I sense a slight trace
As I will salt my fried eggs and make this discord rhyme....
The Good And Evil Of Emotion
1-30-06
And there are thoughts not too deep
In the earth's soil
That will antagonize, irritate and vex
But we are so constrained to light our lamps
With consecrated oil
As we make our confrontations
With obstacles of the thoughts that yet perplex
And one will have need of patience
To contain his enthusiasm and zeal
As one will trust the word of truth
And not the way he might feel
And my tears that soaked my pillow
Were blind and vain
As I gazed out my window
To revere the falling of the rain
And I am glad that in those days
I've suffered like this
When after I had cried
I was left in peace and bliss...
1-29-06
And it's a bitter pill I swallow here
So such an artist of my past still sings
And I dreamed that I took it with my beer
Determined not to be a partaker
Of either left or right wings
And I suppose that in the near future
I will read of the adventures of Tom Sawyer
As so when knowledge serves as one's gain
He'd have not need of a lawyer
For we don't plunder such mines
Mainly for silver or gold
When in God all things are made new
And none of such things will ever get old...
Necessity Of Controversy
1-29-06
And it is the trial that brings me closer to the Lord
Who has brought me here
And I pray that in love they will abound more and more
In knowledge of the love that will cast out all fear
And the subjects of creation and evolution
To this day are controversial and polemic
While in such spiritual pollution
Our love for Jesus ought to be more than just academic
And salvation is much easier
Than this life we ought to lead
While in the world we are to be smitten
As we are wounded as so we'll bleed...
Ode To Brother Smith
1-29-06
And so a good Samaritan would intercede
For the enemies of the French
As I must proclaim that they are not enemies of mine
As not to be reckoned so is humanity and its stench
So I may as well enjoy myself
And partake of the wine
And I can say in satisfaction and gratitude
That this time around the movie did not spoil the book
As we have Indian friends to thank
For finding us food as fish
Can be caught without the use of a rod or a hook
And I have remorse for idle words spoken in anger
And in spite
And I must make peace with such an enemy
Whom appears in my dreams each night....
Ode To Brother Hoff
1-29-06
And I still seek my heritage
Still trying to find out who I am
As so the meat I now chew on
Is much better than any known American steak or ham
And so I sought a diamond
But found instead a pearl
While in dreams I am surrounded
By the fascination in a colorful swirl
And in a memory quite psychedelic
There is wisdom
So I suppose I will catch a glimpse
Of amazing dreams tomorrow night
But tonight I am watchful and vigilant
And seek out what I want to know
As I will glean the grapes of my vineyard
So that by its nourishment I may grow....
Coke Dream
1-30-06
And I find it easy to be empathetic
And to have favor of the Indians and take their side
As the reading of this book
Is a value aesthetic
But I do not read about it
For the power nor the pride
And in my sleep
I have encountered a philosophy quite odd
And so I dreamed that I wrote a theatre play
About a so called coca cola god
And someday I have hopes to on paper write it all down
But in the meantime
My mission is to replenish my stash
On my way back to town...
The Past As A Prized Possession
1-30-06
And I read this book to make peace
With a brother half forgotten
And to come to a better understanding
Of the history that is real
And I realize while looking back on this
That I was rotten
But now I am determined to pulverize my harvest
With curiosity and zeal
And I believe that there is treasure
In our memories of both good or bad
As we are dead when we live only for pleasure
Yet desire is enough to drive any pirate mad
So in our flesh we follow our noses
As we follow our hearts
As we go to battle with our guilt
By way of spiritual martial arts...
Redemption
1-30-06
And it is a joy and a triumph
To be able to make new what is old
As I will seek tonight after wisdom
And I will seek her like pirates plunder silver and gold
And it has been told in tall tales
That remorse is a fate worse than death
Yet I have the will to persist
And thank God for my every breath
And I will learn by God's grace to forgive myself in time
As so for peace and hope I sense a slight trace
As I will salt my fried eggs and make this discord rhyme....
The Good And Evil Of Emotion
1-30-06
And there are thoughts not too deep
In the earth's soil
That will antagonize, irritate and vex
But we are so constrained to light our lamps
With consecrated oil
As we make our confrontations
With obstacles of the thoughts that yet perplex
And one will have need of patience
To contain his enthusiasm and zeal
As one will trust the word of truth
And not the way he might feel
And my tears that soaked my pillow
Were blind and vain
As I gazed out my window
To revere the falling of the rain
And I am glad that in those days
I've suffered like this
When after I had cried
I was left in peace and bliss...
Sunday, February 2, 2014
2-2-14
Consulting Mark Twain
1-29-06
And it's a bitter pill I swallow here
So such an artist of my past still sings
And I dreamed that I took it with my beer
Determined not to be a partaker
Of either left or right wings
And I suppose that in the near future
I will read of the adventures of Tom Sawyer
And so when knowledge serves as one's gain
He'd have not need of a lawyer
For we don't plunder such mines mainly for silver and gold
1-29-06
And it's a bitter pill I swallow here
So such an artist of my past still sings
And I dreamed that I took it with my beer
Determined not to be a partaker
Of either left or right wings
And I suppose that in the near future
I will read of the adventures of Tom Sawyer
And so when knowledge serves as one's gain
He'd have not need of a lawyer
For we don't plunder such mines mainly for silver and gold
Saturday, February 1, 2014
2-1-14 b
going back 8 years. here's some of my earlier material in my drinking days...
Believe It Or Not
1-29-06
And so I start out my spiritual feast
In the reading of Timotheus and Paul
As I recollect the days I'd follow the animal and beast
With my wanderlust
And main mission to rove the shopping mall
And when one man comes to the Lord
All angels in heaven sing and rejoice
And believe it or not
Someone in Belfast was converted
Because of the writings of James Joyce
And God has yet his uses
For even the abominable and perverse
And Jesus has no partiality
In a world of variance diverse
And it is good to know
That all is level at the cross
And we will serve all masters with high esteem
But we'll remember that God is the boss....
Afflatus
1-29-06
And it is my tradition to write at least two rhymes
Before I order up my drink
And truth, reality and salvation is my mission
As it is my privilege and responsibility to freely think
And I looked up the word afflatus
And on the same page I found the word afflict
So I humbled my heart and mind before the Spirit
Feeling remorse of the habit I've not quite yet kicked
Yet so where sin abounds
Yes, grace will abound so much more
So I market my basket of peaches for ten pounds
In a time somewhere in history
When things were still pure...
Hope In Spite Of The Philistines' Victory
1-29-06
And there is always a rock to get a grip on
When we seem to be slipping and falling
As there is always a cup of coffee to get a sip on
Blessed to be a partaker of this heavenly calling
And Israel so was defeated
And thirty thousand fell
Yet those who remained standing
Had their stories to tell
For there is much to learn in the battles that were lost
For in this we have new hopes
With the river of Jordan yet to be crossed
And someday we will make it
In spite of raging seas and rivers
For we are in the hand of the good Lord
Whom still rescues and delivers...
Believe It Or Not
1-29-06
And so I start out my spiritual feast
In the reading of Timotheus and Paul
As I recollect the days I'd follow the animal and beast
With my wanderlust
And main mission to rove the shopping mall
And when one man comes to the Lord
All angels in heaven sing and rejoice
And believe it or not
Someone in Belfast was converted
Because of the writings of James Joyce
And God has yet his uses
For even the abominable and perverse
And Jesus has no partiality
In a world of variance diverse
And it is good to know
That all is level at the cross
And we will serve all masters with high esteem
But we'll remember that God is the boss....
Afflatus
1-29-06
And it is my tradition to write at least two rhymes
Before I order up my drink
And truth, reality and salvation is my mission
As it is my privilege and responsibility to freely think
And I looked up the word afflatus
And on the same page I found the word afflict
So I humbled my heart and mind before the Spirit
Feeling remorse of the habit I've not quite yet kicked
Yet so where sin abounds
Yes, grace will abound so much more
So I market my basket of peaches for ten pounds
In a time somewhere in history
When things were still pure...
Hope In Spite Of The Philistines' Victory
1-29-06
And there is always a rock to get a grip on
When we seem to be slipping and falling
As there is always a cup of coffee to get a sip on
Blessed to be a partaker of this heavenly calling
And Israel so was defeated
And thirty thousand fell
Yet those who remained standing
Had their stories to tell
For there is much to learn in the battles that were lost
For in this we have new hopes
With the river of Jordan yet to be crossed
And someday we will make it
In spite of raging seas and rivers
For we are in the hand of the good Lord
Whom still rescues and delivers...
2-1-14
material from last year's super bowl..
Countdown To Kickoff
1-27-13
Seven days to the super bowl Sunday
Of one's life ahead of him
Smoking my last cigarette with faith
That I will get what I want and need today
By the final countdown to the kickoff
Where the sun shines upon my cat's fur
As gilded with grace and God's glory
On this Lord's day
Where I step out to see something glorious...
Clay
1-27-13
Jesus didn't throw the clay away
Called the man of sorrows
Whom carried our burdens today
For he is the truth, the light, the life and the Way
Still working on the me
That is still under the construction
Of working men
Where I recall last night's dream
Of treading water in a dark lake
Illuminated by new hopes to go there again...
By The World Hated
1-27-13
We as Bible scholars
Are yet to find how the book of Isaiah
Is about being hated for the cause of Christ
Counted blessed in such an endeavor
In that we invest in the rest of forever
And in the depths of my compassion
I have an earnest need
To share what I have to say about it
Today given one more hour until we embark
Upon this mission
To go there and hear about it...
Keeping The Blood
1-27-13
They tried to take the word blood out of the psalm books
On a cold day in late January
To serve as a blessing in disguise
Where going right back
Last night in God's eyes
So was a choice sound and wise
Praying without ceasing
And rejoicing evermore
Yet to be purified and refined
As all inside of me
Is called as just and pure
Happy today to go back for more...
Gethsename
1-27-13
We all have our own Gethsename
Where God allows the pain in our lives
To build our character
Putting grit in our craw
In that love will serve as the higher law
Without blemish and without flaw
Where we are nursed in pickled beats and coleslaw
Where a poet eats his garlic and onions raw
We all have our own Gethsename
Where Christ learns obedience
In the things he does suffer....
Yet A Babe
1-27-13
Yeah, I'm still a babe
Not weaned from the milk I finish last night
As if it were now and today
Yeah, I'm still crass and green
In the things I say that I will mean
In this sacred year of thirteen
Where I pray to make the scene
And for Scripture today be the fiend
Yeah, I'm still growing
In that Jesus I will be knowing
Yeah, I'm still me
Being myself that Jesus wants me to be
And I know it's going to work out
For the grater good...
Lofty Lord's Day
1-27-13
Learning much today
On the Lord's day
In the spirit within myself
Coming quite far
Coming out of it like a star
Like the inheritance of a new car
Learning my idols apart from a friendship
That is the most lofty of titles
That we can know in our words of wisdom
In weal with woe
Learning much today in all of this
Given to bask in love, joy and peace
And in bliss...
My Cunning Work
1-27-13
In the wisdom of the embroiderer and the engraver
So was set into its own fashion
That golden laver
Where I come to terms with the part of me
I still need to become as one with
Where duality doth melt into the unity of Spirit
In that it's all good
Even when all I know
Is the shadow of such an illustration
Of a type to represent the weakness
Wherein is power
In that juxtaposed is every petal of such a flower
In the me that I see in you....
The Curious And Beautiful
1-27-13
The curious will be as beautiful
When it comes to thine illumination
Shining forth from the dark
In hopes to overcome all strongholds in their severity
With serenity in my serenade
Making known a voice that wants and needs to be manifested
In meekness no longer melancholy
In that such a tenure is brought to the open light
Of the sun today
Giving what he has
Without expecting anything of the sort in return...
Determined Today
1-27-13
Determined today
To stay in the Way
Where I press play
According to my salmon fillet
Determined tonight
To sip coffee as I write
Letting my cat do her thing
With prayer that such will be fulfilled
Seeing such to be just what it is
Determined this afternoon
To welcome the glow of our full moon
With no plan in mind
Save the faith I am yet to find
Determined to just simply be...
On Isaiah 1:3
1-27-13
My oxen knows his owner
And the asses their master's crib
Where I go back to my favorite steakhouse
For the decadence of prime rib
Never again trying to be the vegetarian
I once had known in times of partiality
Where I would look sideways upon positions of eminence
Seeing to it that I do my part
In such faithfulness put into my practice...
Intercession
1-28-13
O, Lord my Savior
I intercede to see to the need and take the lead
Devising curious works of purple, indigo and jade
With a voice inside of me
Saying that indeed I have it made
O, Lord my savior
I intercede for those at work on our utilities
As we speak...
Snuffdish
1-28-13
Of ashtrays and snuffdishes
We are given daily our three promised wishes
Praying for a miracle in all of this
Where it is no longer an alternative
To say that ignorance is bliss
Of ashtrays and snuffdishes
And of curtains and hangings
I pray for those without this full circle
So that they might be at peace
About what goes on all around us.....
Countdown To Kickoff
1-27-13
Seven days to the super bowl Sunday
Of one's life ahead of him
Smoking my last cigarette with faith
That I will get what I want and need today
By the final countdown to the kickoff
Where the sun shines upon my cat's fur
As gilded with grace and God's glory
On this Lord's day
Where I step out to see something glorious...
Clay
1-27-13
Jesus didn't throw the clay away
Called the man of sorrows
Whom carried our burdens today
For he is the truth, the light, the life and the Way
Still working on the me
That is still under the construction
Of working men
Where I recall last night's dream
Of treading water in a dark lake
Illuminated by new hopes to go there again...
By The World Hated
1-27-13
We as Bible scholars
Are yet to find how the book of Isaiah
Is about being hated for the cause of Christ
Counted blessed in such an endeavor
In that we invest in the rest of forever
And in the depths of my compassion
I have an earnest need
To share what I have to say about it
Today given one more hour until we embark
Upon this mission
To go there and hear about it...
Keeping The Blood
1-27-13
They tried to take the word blood out of the psalm books
On a cold day in late January
To serve as a blessing in disguise
Where going right back
Last night in God's eyes
So was a choice sound and wise
Praying without ceasing
And rejoicing evermore
Yet to be purified and refined
As all inside of me
Is called as just and pure
Happy today to go back for more...
Gethsename
1-27-13
We all have our own Gethsename
Where God allows the pain in our lives
To build our character
Putting grit in our craw
In that love will serve as the higher law
Without blemish and without flaw
Where we are nursed in pickled beats and coleslaw
Where a poet eats his garlic and onions raw
We all have our own Gethsename
Where Christ learns obedience
In the things he does suffer....
Yet A Babe
1-27-13
Yeah, I'm still a babe
Not weaned from the milk I finish last night
As if it were now and today
Yeah, I'm still crass and green
In the things I say that I will mean
In this sacred year of thirteen
Where I pray to make the scene
And for Scripture today be the fiend
Yeah, I'm still growing
In that Jesus I will be knowing
Yeah, I'm still me
Being myself that Jesus wants me to be
And I know it's going to work out
For the grater good...
Lofty Lord's Day
1-27-13
Learning much today
On the Lord's day
In the spirit within myself
Coming quite far
Coming out of it like a star
Like the inheritance of a new car
Learning my idols apart from a friendship
That is the most lofty of titles
That we can know in our words of wisdom
In weal with woe
Learning much today in all of this
Given to bask in love, joy and peace
And in bliss...
My Cunning Work
1-27-13
In the wisdom of the embroiderer and the engraver
So was set into its own fashion
That golden laver
Where I come to terms with the part of me
I still need to become as one with
Where duality doth melt into the unity of Spirit
In that it's all good
Even when all I know
Is the shadow of such an illustration
Of a type to represent the weakness
Wherein is power
In that juxtaposed is every petal of such a flower
In the me that I see in you....
The Curious And Beautiful
1-27-13
The curious will be as beautiful
When it comes to thine illumination
Shining forth from the dark
In hopes to overcome all strongholds in their severity
With serenity in my serenade
Making known a voice that wants and needs to be manifested
In meekness no longer melancholy
In that such a tenure is brought to the open light
Of the sun today
Giving what he has
Without expecting anything of the sort in return...
Determined Today
1-27-13
Determined today
To stay in the Way
Where I press play
According to my salmon fillet
Determined tonight
To sip coffee as I write
Letting my cat do her thing
With prayer that such will be fulfilled
Seeing such to be just what it is
Determined this afternoon
To welcome the glow of our full moon
With no plan in mind
Save the faith I am yet to find
Determined to just simply be...
On Isaiah 1:3
1-27-13
My oxen knows his owner
And the asses their master's crib
Where I go back to my favorite steakhouse
For the decadence of prime rib
Never again trying to be the vegetarian
I once had known in times of partiality
Where I would look sideways upon positions of eminence
Seeing to it that I do my part
In such faithfulness put into my practice...
Intercession
1-28-13
O, Lord my Savior
I intercede to see to the need and take the lead
Devising curious works of purple, indigo and jade
With a voice inside of me
Saying that indeed I have it made
O, Lord my savior
I intercede for those at work on our utilities
As we speak...
Snuffdish
1-28-13
Of ashtrays and snuffdishes
We are given daily our three promised wishes
Praying for a miracle in all of this
Where it is no longer an alternative
To say that ignorance is bliss
Of ashtrays and snuffdishes
And of curtains and hangings
I pray for those without this full circle
So that they might be at peace
About what goes on all around us.....
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