BLUE INK

Blue Ink
1-23-14

King Darius still writes
Rolling one's days into much colder nights
In that I believe that God has meant
For me to stay home and read the Scripture
Given victory in all of such battles and fights
So it's peace be multiplied to you
According to today's writings of this humble pen of blue
In that Daniel doth prosper throughout the reign
As to live is Christ and to die is gain
By such blue ink
Flowing through my every vein...





Decree
1-23-14

Four winds strive upon our great sea
Where I will discover today the real me
Given this pen within the abode of this den
Where this is as that
In what I'm given to see
Writing out my dreams
According to these new rhyme schemes
Praying for understanding
In the matter of declining
To stay home with my cat
And read Scripture
By which Darius signs the decree
And I still pray according to the passion
Of the real me...





Beast
1-24-14

By my first beast
As my lion with eagle's wings
And my second likened to a bear
It is the hardest thing to do
To say that indeed I care
Where the Nazarite is foolish
Growing in the locks of his hair
And I see what a miracle of three hours of sleep can do
To wake before the sun again
And take up my pen of blue
To look upon the real me
To see what lies in you
By my third beast like the leopard
It works for me in such a procession
In things that are so true...





On Daniel 7:8
1-24-14

Plucked up by the roots
Fucked up by my fruits
Pardon the expletive
For another day without my timberland boots
Going into hiding all over again
By the day's first light
B y which I take up my pen
Waiting for my guru to bring me my drugs
As yet instead
We make the best of kisses and hugs
Being one to yet expound where I come from
Going in the ring my extra round
To offer up my stale bread crumbs
And it was well worth mine endeavors...




Worthwhile
1-24-14

I would enter the unmanifested
But for three hours to rise before the dawn
In remembrance of no such dreams
Saved my prized possessions
Sold in our front lawn
Wherein my feline friend is right beside me
And the darkness is far gone
Having my morning coffee to stifle off my yawn
Where I would enter the unmanifested
As if last night I never had struggled
But it was all worthwhile after all...





Seat
1-24-14

And I beheld the thrones cast down
Where the ancient of days doth take his seat
And I am glad to know my shelter from the elements
Today in no need to turn up the heat
Delivered again from my fiery furnace
Where a voice yet whispers
That I'm in for a treat
Running on empty on only three hours of sleep
I am yet to make my way back to the surface
Wherein I delve deep
Where I behold the thrones cast down
To be one to yet read it and weep....





Issue
1-24-14

By garments white as snow
And hair like pure wool
I stand corrected as the fool
In that it's no longer about being cool
In walking by the same standard and rule
By a sword of platinum
Taken up with its great weight
Taking up such a love
That doth conquer all hate
By this fiery stream
That hath issued forth
Given today my home by the sea....





Wane
1-24-14

By this weakening of enervation
And by the quickening in preservation
Such foundation endures
The next snowstorm
To come upon the east end of town
For which I intercede
Becoming confusion again
Between my want and need
Led in the dark by way of rhyme
As we relive our lives
For a dollar and a dime
By the judgment seat set forth
And books yet to be opened
By this weakening of enervation...




Jaundice
1-24-14

Imbued by sentiments
Yet vexed in eccentricities
It was well worth the struggle
In that I would make known these words
In the ears of whom would hear
Yet to muzzle the ox that treads out of the grain
Influenced yet by prejudice
I knew my jaundice
In wanting what did not belong to me
But I found it was all worthwhile
To etch these runes and glyphs
To serve as my poetic style...