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...