I rise early

3:45 AM 4-14-14 I was taking out the cat shit Out my back door at quarter till four Hoping for my morning of a cup of coffee As the sinew would serve as the strongest tissue Taking not love for granted By progeny and issue As one to open the matrix You will be Mine Redeemed again by the blood In requiring not a sign With no more transubstantiation By Jacob's thigh yet out of joint Shrinking and drawing back As so the Spirit doth yet anoint O, what a way to start a new day Follow me and not your own devices And you will be a happy man In all of this.... Insubordinate 4-14-14 Insubordination O, lucky me I was letting the elephant out of the cage And she sat upon my chest I tried to take a deep breath To regain my hope for tomorrow Going west O, if the Lord is good willing Insubordination O, hath you been merciful in my time Mowing into chapter nineteen To see what this parable can come to mean Come and doubt not O, Cephas And we will walk on water For their insubordination And willful, O lucky me Blessed with all bounty... H.S. 4-14-14 In a simple question O, what is life? Now that I can see this page more clearly According to my strife in a crystal clear inquiry O, is there more By this nihilistic approach And the clips of another roach Will you be my trip sitter tonight Seeing Jesus for whom he is In joy unspeakable Yet to be quickened and made alive And as one to say that I will survive Keep on drinking that elixir, O brother Of whom brings order out of chaos Where my mother still loves me O, what is life By this new power of the holy ghost.... New Day 4-14-14 Living up to what we learn Seeing bright color through closed eyes To but discern still Covering up by my cigarette to yet burn As the sun comes up after our wrestling It's a new day It's another chance Seeing Jesus for whom he is Living up to what we learn Being as the irony of justice Fighting all evil but walking the same In wisdom do I trust In the playing of my game Calling this synchronicity He's a God of second and third chances To forget the past and reach forth Walking in the newness of this life For the prize of his high calling.... On Matthew 19:14 4-14-14 Sometimes the kingdom makes no sense In its topsy-turvy way of being in the present tense By the grace of God no one was harmed God knows my heart and what I mean to say Even when sometimes the tongue doth slip And so it's another smoky day as vapors ascend Where I hang in there till the very end Departing from thence Laying his hands upon them For such is the kingdom Tonight I will get some rest And say a prayer for them As if they were my own..... Ah 4-14-14 Ah, at last I fly my flag half mast Ah, Lord I am not eloquent As later on I break my fast Lighting another smoke for the cause of morning Trying to cover up suspicion Though it might hurt a little By the steps of this new walk O, I ended up back at that Irish pub But I only had a Coke As so when we are desperate Such is a place Where God wants us to draw closer to his side Ah, at last I can leave behind the past... Astonished 4-14-14 Might this be only pretense O, how can I know that I am real As one yet subject to all defense But not according to what I can feel This is a place where I got my best ideas By this awning, signet and golden seal O, take me home, O Lord And let me rest and heal O, how do I know to be true to the faith This is faith that I go there And hope to come to understand it It is easier for a camel To go though the eye of a needle We are yet to be greatly astonished O, might this only be pretense..... Bite Down Hard 4-14-14 Biting into another rotten apple Cracking open another raspberry Snapple Hoping to know afresh the places where I come from The answer is to see if it lasts Where true faith will stand a test of time O, grace to you and peace from God Where my Good Friday is coming up Where no one will be worthy to partake of the cup Moving onto the parable of the laborers Agreeing for one denarius for a day's work O, why have you been standing here idle According to these fruitful and abundant searches Biting into a fresh apple Now according to these churches... Eleventh Hour 4-14-14 By the eleventh hour At five in the evening I am once again dazed and confused Hoping for darkness to soon fall upon my weary eyes Why have you been standing here idle When all one can see in such are the lies Read it and weep all poets and slaves To the grind of the pen Bow not down to the statue And accept being thrown into the lion's den Whatever is right ye shall receive Take what is yours and go your way As you will yet choose to be as one to believe....