Going back to my spring archives....
"Wake Up!"
3-23-14
Wake up, the church cannot live
In the shadow of glory days gone by
We must live again when we agree to die
Wake up and be watchful
You have a reputation of being alive
But yet art dead
O, Lord provide today this daily bread
Wake up, arise
Pour the morning coffee
And be thou wise
Wake up and just be you
And cleave to all that is just and true
As even when you take it all out of contrast
The word here does not change
By our reality ordinary
And our fiction dark and strange
It used to be so easy
When I was in my ignorance
I woke up this morning
So therefore I am blessed
Go back to sleep
And dream of sweeter days to come
As he that sanctifies
And those being sanctified
Are as one
Wake up!
I Did It Again
3-23-14
We are the hands and the feet of Christ
As so our prayers will unbind his extremities
To do great things now here and today
In that I must adapt to narrower spaces and lines
And consider what I left behind
Of those sweet wines
Putting new wine into old wineskins
Wherein Christ calls us
To live in joy
And no more in fear
Telling us to pray on earth
As it is in heaven
By the eschatology of these latter times
Of higher hope
As so I do just this
To but manage and cope
As you are also the evangelist
In taking up the pen
Yeah, we are the hands and feet of Christ
As I say Praise the Lord
Yeah, I did it again....
Adrenalin
3-23-14
By the adrenalin of being omniscient
I stand outside of time
To talk face to face with the Holy Spirit
Quite efficient
Repeating my mantra
That it's getting better
According to God's love letter
Where we are conditioned to look at what is wrong
Instead of what is right
Where my agenda today
Is the gospel of Jesus
Reformed to as it is
And no more bullshit
This I cry out for
So that I can make sense of this malarkey
As in sanctification
We won't always be in comfort
Stepping outside of the box once again
To but test my faith
By the adrenalin of being omniscient
I come to give you life abundantly....
"Keep Them On"
3-23-14
A voice in my head says
For me to keep them on
Referring to my metal and grunge archives
That I have played since two hours before the dawn
They put these words to my mouth
Until again I'll be long gone
To return to the here and now
And mow again the lawn
I have come to give you life abundantly
Allowing the Spirit to write through me
Being pessimistic by nature
Given the choice to exercise today my joy
In that it's going to get better
If and when this is what I believe
By the still small voice
That says, "Keep them on"....
On Amos 3:15
3-24-14
Houses of ivory yet perish
Where mansions of gold stand fast
By their authenticity
The comer doth cherish
As he whom builds the house
Has more honor than the house
That stands on its own
Being one to keep the beat
Drumming upon my collar bone
Given another beautiful day
Quite content to stay in and bask in the sunlight
Through my window facing east
Yet to visit my own transgressions
Having at home my own kind of feast
Where the horns of the altar are cut off
As they fall to the ground
As so I wish you well on your way
And I'll see you around....
On First Samuel 15:3
3-24-14
We are not to use liberty
For the occasion of the flesh
Yet for us such is needful
While the coffee is hot and fresh
By my recollections of today
I return to the here and now
That doth serve as the narrow way
Staying home to watch the sunshine
Given much to say
Being one to keep the words of the Lord
Right before my eyes
Going now to attack the Amalekites
Fitted with breastplate and shield
By the taste of egg whites
Blessed in abundance
Amongst the next several peaceful nights
Yet to have another dream
Of me, the poet that still writes...
Amelek
3-24-14
I will be today the intercessor
Of those at the party
That I choose to be absent from
Being one to yet disperse to finches
My pumpernickel bread crumb
Declining from the proposition
Following the beat of my own drum
Taking my Amalekites alive
Being as one to yet prevail and survive
Destroying my giants with the edge of the sword
To go to sleep and again yet revive
I will be today the intercessor
Where the Kenites have departed
Saying blessings upon their slices sweet and of five
This is that which I will do my part
To pray for them to serve as my work of art....
Sunday, July 27, 2014
carry-out
Carry-Out
1-4-14
Being as the Greek
Compelled to be circumcised
I remember working at the fast food restaurant
To serve a carry-out value meal supersized
I had a great time there
And I count this day job as my possession prized
Where the bible today in my eyes is very cool
In believing to be still as the fool
By which Titus that is with me
Will practice the golden rule
After fourteen years
Returning to all that is written here
For my learning...
On Galatians 2:6
1-4-14
We are not to offer too much
Yet God, yeah we cannot outgive
As it is blessed as well to receive
Given today the substance on which I live
And at the chime of noon it's not too late nor too soon
With the sunshine at my back
According to what I already have and don't lack
Rocking onto the book of Galatians
By which God shows no favoritism
Unto the rock star
By all poetic impartiality
Being not a respecter of persons
Where those whom seem to be something
Make no difference to me....
Seven More Miles To Philadelphia
1-4-14
Paul doth withstand Peter in Antioch
Where one's house again is built upon a rock
Where they go to the circumcised
And we to the Gentiles
Where a missionary has his desire
To go yet seven more miles
This was my journey
Back in the days of my rebellious nature
To go against the grain
According to all loneliness and pain
Where dying and crying was my great gain
Withstanding one another to each other's faces
While taking each others' places
Wherein both sides to this story
Are right and true...
Learning How To Sing
1-4-14
O, where did singing come into play
On the stage of all creation
This is my deep inquiry
That I came up with while on vacation
Where I brought around the poetry
In all bliss and elation
To eat and drink with the Gentiles and the Jews
In the days where I didn't care much for the evening news
O, where did singing come into play
And how was such invented
By one's margin and paragraph hyphenated and indented
Of which the artist would change his mind
In that he had repented....
I won't Quit
1-4-14
The Jew doth play the hypocrite
Where the bible is my habit
I choose never to quit
Carried away with all dissimulation
That is not necessarily one's bullshit
Being not completely straightforward
About all there is to say about it
Becoming just as them to win them over
Where even the believing still somewhat doubt it
This is what today I do
And if this is all I do
Then indeed I do well....
Provisions
1-4-14
By fajita scoops and corn chips
I want to add an inch to mine own hips
Being as skinny as a rail
Being as God's love that doth never fail
Quoting rock artists
And hitting with the hammer
Right upon the nail
Refined while wined and dined
In dreams I get in the boat and set sail
On the south side of my love seat
Will be my feeding frenzy on God's tab
And the government's treat
By my Recces Pieces and pistachios
I am glad to know
That our good Lord knows....
1-4-14
Being as the Greek
Compelled to be circumcised
I remember working at the fast food restaurant
To serve a carry-out value meal supersized
I had a great time there
And I count this day job as my possession prized
Where the bible today in my eyes is very cool
In believing to be still as the fool
By which Titus that is with me
Will practice the golden rule
After fourteen years
Returning to all that is written here
For my learning...
On Galatians 2:6
1-4-14
We are not to offer too much
Yet God, yeah we cannot outgive
As it is blessed as well to receive
Given today the substance on which I live
And at the chime of noon it's not too late nor too soon
With the sunshine at my back
According to what I already have and don't lack
Rocking onto the book of Galatians
By which God shows no favoritism
Unto the rock star
By all poetic impartiality
Being not a respecter of persons
Where those whom seem to be something
Make no difference to me....
Seven More Miles To Philadelphia
1-4-14
Paul doth withstand Peter in Antioch
Where one's house again is built upon a rock
Where they go to the circumcised
And we to the Gentiles
Where a missionary has his desire
To go yet seven more miles
This was my journey
Back in the days of my rebellious nature
To go against the grain
According to all loneliness and pain
Where dying and crying was my great gain
Withstanding one another to each other's faces
While taking each others' places
Wherein both sides to this story
Are right and true...
Learning How To Sing
1-4-14
O, where did singing come into play
On the stage of all creation
This is my deep inquiry
That I came up with while on vacation
Where I brought around the poetry
In all bliss and elation
To eat and drink with the Gentiles and the Jews
In the days where I didn't care much for the evening news
O, where did singing come into play
And how was such invented
By one's margin and paragraph hyphenated and indented
Of which the artist would change his mind
In that he had repented....
I won't Quit
1-4-14
The Jew doth play the hypocrite
Where the bible is my habit
I choose never to quit
Carried away with all dissimulation
That is not necessarily one's bullshit
Being not completely straightforward
About all there is to say about it
Becoming just as them to win them over
Where even the believing still somewhat doubt it
This is what today I do
And if this is all I do
Then indeed I do well....
Provisions
1-4-14
By fajita scoops and corn chips
I want to add an inch to mine own hips
Being as skinny as a rail
Being as God's love that doth never fail
Quoting rock artists
And hitting with the hammer
Right upon the nail
Refined while wined and dined
In dreams I get in the boat and set sail
On the south side of my love seat
Will be my feeding frenzy on God's tab
And the government's treat
By my Recces Pieces and pistachios
I am glad to know
That our good Lord knows....
Saturday, July 26, 2014
dichasium
Dichasium
1-4-14
In my fascinating microtrauma
I pipe in the music of sweet nostalgia of this drama
Favored by he who writes today his heart
A highroad out from here
Where I make a new start
By a dust of smokescreen
By one's cyme and cluster
Where we declare again, O, thou art
By the floral stems of this available beauty
My testimony here will be as my poetic duty....
On Galatians 1:16, 17
1-4-14
Conferring not immediately with flesh and blood
Referring to the promise of our rainbow
That doth follow the flood
He said that he would not destroy
The world this way again
Which is why I'm still here with tablet and pen
Where even the ego becomes as insecure
In that it always wants much more
Going again into Arabia
Returning again to my Damascus
To find what I was looking for....
Batter
1-4-14
Leaning upon the rock fifteen days
Going back up there to see Peter
Making cookies for the holidays
By one's brazen spoon
And silver egg beater
Leaning upon the rock
And its sweetness adamant and cold
As so before my time
I feel as if I'm getting old
Praying that what I do will have its significance
Plowing through the day by utterances brave and bold
After three years going back up into my Jerusalem
Where another mystery doth yet unfold...
Scratching The Surface
1-4-14
By external observances
One's religion is vain
When not put into practice
Which is why today I pray for you
By way of pen inexpensive and blue
By external observances
Giving this verse added and additional syllables
To express what I mean to say
Concerning the things I write unto you
Indeed before God
I do not lie
But indeed I do
When too hard, O how I try....
My Sweet Delusion
1-4-14
This particular delusional poet
Thinks he is apostle Paul
Not a bad thing to believing
While standing bold and tall
Wherein the world today is beautiful
In that I intercede for them all
Where this particular schizophrenic prophet
Thinks that he is as Solomon
Clad with this array of glory
Like the city in a field
Coated with a sheet of ice
Where he whom brings around the word
Is happy to pay the price....
1-4-14
In my fascinating microtrauma
I pipe in the music of sweet nostalgia of this drama
Favored by he who writes today his heart
A highroad out from here
Where I make a new start
By a dust of smokescreen
By one's cyme and cluster
Where we declare again, O, thou art
By the floral stems of this available beauty
My testimony here will be as my poetic duty....
On Galatians 1:16, 17
1-4-14
Conferring not immediately with flesh and blood
Referring to the promise of our rainbow
That doth follow the flood
He said that he would not destroy
The world this way again
Which is why I'm still here with tablet and pen
Where even the ego becomes as insecure
In that it always wants much more
Going again into Arabia
Returning again to my Damascus
To find what I was looking for....
Batter
1-4-14
Leaning upon the rock fifteen days
Going back up there to see Peter
Making cookies for the holidays
By one's brazen spoon
And silver egg beater
Leaning upon the rock
And its sweetness adamant and cold
As so before my time
I feel as if I'm getting old
Praying that what I do will have its significance
Plowing through the day by utterances brave and bold
After three years going back up into my Jerusalem
Where another mystery doth yet unfold...
Scratching The Surface
1-4-14
By external observances
One's religion is vain
When not put into practice
Which is why today I pray for you
By way of pen inexpensive and blue
By external observances
Giving this verse added and additional syllables
To express what I mean to say
Concerning the things I write unto you
Indeed before God
I do not lie
But indeed I do
When too hard, O how I try....
My Sweet Delusion
1-4-14
This particular delusional poet
Thinks he is apostle Paul
Not a bad thing to believing
While standing bold and tall
Wherein the world today is beautiful
In that I intercede for them all
Where this particular schizophrenic prophet
Thinks that he is as Solomon
Clad with this array of glory
Like the city in a field
Coated with a sheet of ice
Where he whom brings around the word
Is happy to pay the price....
philosophy
Today's Philosophy
1-4-14
A world of white is underway
I want to be with you night and day
So I tell my God by which I find my way
Thawing out according to what it all can be about
Where poets sigh o, come what may
According to philosophers of this reinassance
Talking about the problems that the monarchs are to face
In staying in power
By which I partake in strong coffee
For one more hour
A world of white is underway
And I will be with you again...
Good Sound
1-4-14
Intelligent and cruel
Is the prince with all naysayers
To yet continue
Talking about the passion today
Of the hours since
Where we are not given
The spirit of the world
Where He whom in us is greater
Where I still like to be called J.J. Creator
By the sound of a hundred electric guitars
So is this sound by the vein of a clear night sky and her stars
Giving ear and audience to that which can be heard and seen
Intelligent and cruel
By those hues of blue and green...
On Ezekiel 30:7
1-4-14
In the midst all cities are wasted
According to the foundation laid again
Where in dreams the wine again is tasted
Comparing this moment in time to now and today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
And they will know that indeed I am
By the carving of another resurrection ham
Where all of her helpers doth sing again
And this is the matter for material
Written by this pen
And tonight, we can be as one....
I'll Have Another One
1-4-14
When it is true that we are immuned
Desensitized by a guitar again finely tuned
Pouring another cup of coffee
Over intercessions for whom is in the hall
While indiscriminately I light up another Pall Mall
When in that day our messengers go forth
So I can go west
And be the one to watch
And I face north
And behold, yeah I am with thee...
Personal Record
1-4-14
Breathing victory into the moment
I surrender to the joy that I can choose
Being as one to win even when I lose
Where the careless Ethiopians are afraid
As another personal record will be made
By the writings of my yesterday
Where I would bask in the shade
Raising my right hand into the air
O, behold I am not against you
Who can be when God is for us....
My 40
1-4-14
Forty years it will not be inhabited
Where no foot of man nor beast doth pass through the land
Forty years I will wander
Going around in circles
For the cause of experience
Where what I have found today
Is out of this world
Taking shelter from the poison rain
To serve as the medicine
That quenches all astounding effects
That come to us by the word and name
Still building and burning down love
It's all I can do...
1-4-14
A world of white is underway
I want to be with you night and day
So I tell my God by which I find my way
Thawing out according to what it all can be about
Where poets sigh o, come what may
According to philosophers of this reinassance
Talking about the problems that the monarchs are to face
In staying in power
By which I partake in strong coffee
For one more hour
A world of white is underway
And I will be with you again...
Good Sound
1-4-14
Intelligent and cruel
Is the prince with all naysayers
To yet continue
Talking about the passion today
Of the hours since
Where we are not given
The spirit of the world
Where He whom in us is greater
Where I still like to be called J.J. Creator
By the sound of a hundred electric guitars
So is this sound by the vein of a clear night sky and her stars
Giving ear and audience to that which can be heard and seen
Intelligent and cruel
By those hues of blue and green...
On Ezekiel 30:7
1-4-14
In the midst all cities are wasted
According to the foundation laid again
Where in dreams the wine again is tasted
Comparing this moment in time to now and today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
And they will know that indeed I am
By the carving of another resurrection ham
Where all of her helpers doth sing again
And this is the matter for material
Written by this pen
And tonight, we can be as one....
I'll Have Another One
1-4-14
When it is true that we are immuned
Desensitized by a guitar again finely tuned
Pouring another cup of coffee
Over intercessions for whom is in the hall
While indiscriminately I light up another Pall Mall
When in that day our messengers go forth
So I can go west
And be the one to watch
And I face north
And behold, yeah I am with thee...
Personal Record
1-4-14
Breathing victory into the moment
I surrender to the joy that I can choose
Being as one to win even when I lose
Where the careless Ethiopians are afraid
As another personal record will be made
By the writings of my yesterday
Where I would bask in the shade
Raising my right hand into the air
O, behold I am not against you
Who can be when God is for us....
My 40
1-4-14
Forty years it will not be inhabited
Where no foot of man nor beast doth pass through the land
Forty years I will wander
Going around in circles
For the cause of experience
Where what I have found today
Is out of this world
Taking shelter from the poison rain
To serve as the medicine
That quenches all astounding effects
That come to us by the word and name
Still building and burning down love
It's all I can do...
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
crucible
Crucible
1-4-14
My apartment councellor
Told me to call him if I needed anything
As if he knew
That I would today know my troubles
As I replace the battery in my cassette player
For the cause of sound
In my solitude and privacy invaded
Not by those whom stand without
In the crucible of today's trials
I choose to exercise the conscious choice of smiles
In spite of the brass that molts into these molds
For the cause of my refinement....
Your Eyes Make A Circle
1-4-14
Playing U2's greatest hits
Today a wonderful case of my coffee shits
Being one to justify a language base and vile
To know how expletives can serve as our new poetic style
O, your eyes make a circle
And your tongue will draw a square
Where I will love myself
In caressing my facial hair
Where so I will follow
So that I might lead
Getting today all that I want and need
Playing U2's greatest hits.....
Thaw
1-4-14
Ducks and teals
Befriend all penguins and seals
In a cold place where all eskimo finds out how it feels
To stand trembling
By one's vision of eyes and wheels
Taking on again the meat of the word
To see how by no means such is absurd
Where glaciers disappear into the sea
As with pick axes we break the ice
Bringing relief to our frostbite
That chooses to be both naughty and nice
In that I am given the gift
Of the hardness of coal
Where the music will serve as food for my soul....
Theology 101
1-4-14
Starting over in the Lamentations of Jeremiah
In a dream of reporting to theology 101
Where I can say that actually I'm having fun
Proud today to have the pseudonym of the sun
Being one to be but blunt
To pardon not the pun
O, how doth the city sit solitary
Where the people abide right under the gun
Starting over in the Lamentations of Jeremiah
O, how hath she become a widow
Great amongst these nations
To which in dreams we yet travel...
On Lamentations 1:2
1-4-14
She weepeth sore in the night
Her tears are on her cheeks
Her blood doth cry straight from the ground
Where I keep my Christmas tree up for two more weeks
By mine devotion
Like a frozen ocean
In my personal polar caps
Where it all begins again
Flowing into the cold and deep
Which is where I apply the pen
Going into captivity because of affliction
Becoming again as tributary to bondage and addiction
Not giving it up quite yet
Lighting up again
She weepeth sore in the night
Because of the thing that I still do...
Getting Dirty
1-4-14
Getting dirty
In chapter thirty
To be washed clean
In what this mystery can mean
Taking a deep drag and holding it in
To see that when I surrender
I indeed am one to win
As thus saith the Lord
Howl ye, woe worth the day
By this Sabbath broken
In the things I have to say
Getting dirty in chapter thirty
Where it is the time even for the heathen
In that everyone will find their way...
Bedtime Snack
1-4-14
The slain doth fall in Egypt
To take away her multitude
Where I sit down at my table
To thank God for all of my food
Eating much here before bedtime
On those sweet nightmares crass and crude
Where the sword doth come upon Egypt
From which the people come on out
Where her foundations are to be broken down
To serve what this is all about....
History Lesson
1-4-14
O, is there pride in the name of love
O, can there be a boasting that cometh from above
Where one man comes here to justify
Such a thorn to but penetrate one's gardening glove
Where one man doth yet resist
As such a music lover will get his gist
Yet to grasp what he cannot see
By the asp that wants to bite me
By this late morning of January four
I look around the next corner
To find yet more...
1-4-14
My apartment councellor
Told me to call him if I needed anything
As if he knew
That I would today know my troubles
As I replace the battery in my cassette player
For the cause of sound
In my solitude and privacy invaded
Not by those whom stand without
In the crucible of today's trials
I choose to exercise the conscious choice of smiles
In spite of the brass that molts into these molds
For the cause of my refinement....
Your Eyes Make A Circle
1-4-14
Playing U2's greatest hits
Today a wonderful case of my coffee shits
Being one to justify a language base and vile
To know how expletives can serve as our new poetic style
O, your eyes make a circle
And your tongue will draw a square
Where I will love myself
In caressing my facial hair
Where so I will follow
So that I might lead
Getting today all that I want and need
Playing U2's greatest hits.....
Thaw
1-4-14
Ducks and teals
Befriend all penguins and seals
In a cold place where all eskimo finds out how it feels
To stand trembling
By one's vision of eyes and wheels
Taking on again the meat of the word
To see how by no means such is absurd
Where glaciers disappear into the sea
As with pick axes we break the ice
Bringing relief to our frostbite
That chooses to be both naughty and nice
In that I am given the gift
Of the hardness of coal
Where the music will serve as food for my soul....
Theology 101
1-4-14
Starting over in the Lamentations of Jeremiah
In a dream of reporting to theology 101
Where I can say that actually I'm having fun
Proud today to have the pseudonym of the sun
Being one to be but blunt
To pardon not the pun
O, how doth the city sit solitary
Where the people abide right under the gun
Starting over in the Lamentations of Jeremiah
O, how hath she become a widow
Great amongst these nations
To which in dreams we yet travel...
On Lamentations 1:2
1-4-14
She weepeth sore in the night
Her tears are on her cheeks
Her blood doth cry straight from the ground
Where I keep my Christmas tree up for two more weeks
By mine devotion
Like a frozen ocean
In my personal polar caps
Where it all begins again
Flowing into the cold and deep
Which is where I apply the pen
Going into captivity because of affliction
Becoming again as tributary to bondage and addiction
Not giving it up quite yet
Lighting up again
She weepeth sore in the night
Because of the thing that I still do...
Getting Dirty
1-4-14
Getting dirty
In chapter thirty
To be washed clean
In what this mystery can mean
Taking a deep drag and holding it in
To see that when I surrender
I indeed am one to win
As thus saith the Lord
Howl ye, woe worth the day
By this Sabbath broken
In the things I have to say
Getting dirty in chapter thirty
Where it is the time even for the heathen
In that everyone will find their way...
Bedtime Snack
1-4-14
The slain doth fall in Egypt
To take away her multitude
Where I sit down at my table
To thank God for all of my food
Eating much here before bedtime
On those sweet nightmares crass and crude
Where the sword doth come upon Egypt
From which the people come on out
Where her foundations are to be broken down
To serve what this is all about....
History Lesson
1-4-14
O, is there pride in the name of love
O, can there be a boasting that cometh from above
Where one man comes here to justify
Such a thorn to but penetrate one's gardening glove
Where one man doth yet resist
As such a music lover will get his gist
Yet to grasp what he cannot see
By the asp that wants to bite me
By this late morning of January four
I look around the next corner
To find yet more...
antiparticle
going back to bringing in the new year of 2014...
Antiparticle
1-4-14
Letting fly the seed
All over this page
Of whom it is said
That in Isaac shall thy seed be called
Under clear and azure skies
And below zero temperatures
That from which I know this shelter
Letting fly this blue ink
Wherein it is hard work
Just to think by the antiparticle
Identical in magnitude
I let it fly
And thank God for my food
Of one's opposite sign
We can see it
By one's eyes
That to the west wall so are glued
Letting fly the seed tonight...
Trimerous
1-4-14
I was the man caught on a barbed wire fence
In that I tried to understand
And to make sense
Keeping my right hand
Come the dark of night in suspense
By trimerous flowers and spiritual powers
With pen in hand
I pass these post new year's day magic hours
In the name of love today
I seek the things within and above
To the sound of Bono and Bruce
For the needles of the fir and the spruce
Keeping my Christmas tree up
For at least another week
Seeing that all I know to do
Is to yet seek...
Whorl
1-4-14
By whorls in groups of three
I can see deep within
Wherein abides the real me
By the trumpet section of the background
That I can almost see
By anthropods of three segments
God knows they got to me
But I'm still free
By my salvation that comes with the blues
The bible is still where I get the news
Where the angel of Harlem makes his appearance
And singing will be what today I choose
By whorls in groups of three
I know this beauty
In what I cannot see....
Pound Of Sugar
1-4-14
O, love rescue me
Bono said this
Through my earphones
Accounted in that God was able to raise him up
As once more I refill my coffee cup
From whence he was received in a figure
As so remains in storage another pound of sugar
Just enough to get me through the week
O, love rescue me
In that blessed are the meek
Blessed according to things yet to come
Judged by all cessation of my Coke and rum
As the wedding feast
Where put to silence was the drum....
Depository
1-4-14
Delicacies in depositories
I light up another cigarette
In no regard to quit any time soon
In that retrieved is this sacred taste
By the light of one's new moon
Out of sight and out of mind
Like a glyph in its form
Of this unknown rune
By delicacies and depositories
A man sees fit to stick it in
For such safekeeping
By which we lose
Yet still can yet win
On a dream of cruising down route sixty-six
Given two free solid days to prophesy
As I get my fix....
Starting Fresh
1-4-14
Belief goes on and on
In what we cannot see
In that I learn to love
Even the weaknesses and scruples
Within these boundaries of the real me
Crossing the northern border
Where planted is another your evergreen tree
Belief goes on and on
Like the music we justify and condone
As so my ashtray is once again empty
And today I need not stand alone
In that I believe in love
Belief goes on and on
According to what lies within and above...
Indiscriminate
1-4-14
Early morning January four
The music is my harlot
And the poetry is my whore
By the sound of Bono and Bruce
I dedicate the color green
To my pine, fir and spruce
O, smoke them if you have them
And of such I know not lack
As so like the devil I tear into another fresh pack
Yet to worship while leaning upon this wooden staff
Of early morning January four
When I was yet a-dying
I bless my sons
That I have led to the faith
By one word spoken in truth
By my faith in you...
Giving Twenty
1-4-14
Some still believe
That our passions are our thieves
As still to be blown away Are post autumnal leaves
According to what is given freely
By one's own freewill
Letting it all slip through my fingertips
To yet relinquish a twenty dollar bill
To come home to see heaven's windows open up
That I might see a rainbow
According to the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
Seen as a proper and goodly child
In taking up one's golden staff and stave
So that we might carry this ark
Across the dry land
And claim the promise made to our fathers...
Clad
1-4-14
Clad in kimonos and in robes
As the sound of violins penetrate my earlobes
Dressed today in flannel
And still yet to knock back another carton of vitamin D milk
As something my cat does recognize
Playing again U2's greatest hits
Like the words of the wise
By this continuity of one's differing succession
To see that joy can penetrate
All bowels of my depression
Clad in kimonos and gowns
To express my latest adjectives
Like they were nouns
Clad and glad
Even when going mad...
Antiparticle
1-4-14
Letting fly the seed
All over this page
Of whom it is said
That in Isaac shall thy seed be called
Under clear and azure skies
And below zero temperatures
That from which I know this shelter
Letting fly this blue ink
Wherein it is hard work
Just to think by the antiparticle
Identical in magnitude
I let it fly
And thank God for my food
Of one's opposite sign
We can see it
By one's eyes
That to the west wall so are glued
Letting fly the seed tonight...
Trimerous
1-4-14
I was the man caught on a barbed wire fence
In that I tried to understand
And to make sense
Keeping my right hand
Come the dark of night in suspense
By trimerous flowers and spiritual powers
With pen in hand
I pass these post new year's day magic hours
In the name of love today
I seek the things within and above
To the sound of Bono and Bruce
For the needles of the fir and the spruce
Keeping my Christmas tree up
For at least another week
Seeing that all I know to do
Is to yet seek...
Whorl
1-4-14
By whorls in groups of three
I can see deep within
Wherein abides the real me
By the trumpet section of the background
That I can almost see
By anthropods of three segments
God knows they got to me
But I'm still free
By my salvation that comes with the blues
The bible is still where I get the news
Where the angel of Harlem makes his appearance
And singing will be what today I choose
By whorls in groups of three
I know this beauty
In what I cannot see....
Pound Of Sugar
1-4-14
O, love rescue me
Bono said this
Through my earphones
Accounted in that God was able to raise him up
As once more I refill my coffee cup
From whence he was received in a figure
As so remains in storage another pound of sugar
Just enough to get me through the week
O, love rescue me
In that blessed are the meek
Blessed according to things yet to come
Judged by all cessation of my Coke and rum
As the wedding feast
Where put to silence was the drum....
Depository
1-4-14
Delicacies in depositories
I light up another cigarette
In no regard to quit any time soon
In that retrieved is this sacred taste
By the light of one's new moon
Out of sight and out of mind
Like a glyph in its form
Of this unknown rune
By delicacies and depositories
A man sees fit to stick it in
For such safekeeping
By which we lose
Yet still can yet win
On a dream of cruising down route sixty-six
Given two free solid days to prophesy
As I get my fix....
Starting Fresh
1-4-14
Belief goes on and on
In what we cannot see
In that I learn to love
Even the weaknesses and scruples
Within these boundaries of the real me
Crossing the northern border
Where planted is another your evergreen tree
Belief goes on and on
Like the music we justify and condone
As so my ashtray is once again empty
And today I need not stand alone
In that I believe in love
Belief goes on and on
According to what lies within and above...
Indiscriminate
1-4-14
Early morning January four
The music is my harlot
And the poetry is my whore
By the sound of Bono and Bruce
I dedicate the color green
To my pine, fir and spruce
O, smoke them if you have them
And of such I know not lack
As so like the devil I tear into another fresh pack
Yet to worship while leaning upon this wooden staff
Of early morning January four
When I was yet a-dying
I bless my sons
That I have led to the faith
By one word spoken in truth
By my faith in you...
Giving Twenty
1-4-14
Some still believe
That our passions are our thieves
As still to be blown away Are post autumnal leaves
According to what is given freely
By one's own freewill
Letting it all slip through my fingertips
To yet relinquish a twenty dollar bill
To come home to see heaven's windows open up
That I might see a rainbow
According to the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
Seen as a proper and goodly child
In taking up one's golden staff and stave
So that we might carry this ark
Across the dry land
And claim the promise made to our fathers...
Clad
1-4-14
Clad in kimonos and in robes
As the sound of violins penetrate my earlobes
Dressed today in flannel
And still yet to knock back another carton of vitamin D milk
As something my cat does recognize
Playing again U2's greatest hits
Like the words of the wise
By this continuity of one's differing succession
To see that joy can penetrate
All bowels of my depression
Clad in kimonos and gowns
To express my latest adjectives
Like they were nouns
Clad and glad
Even when going mad...
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
union
In Union
6-3-14
O, that you should be married unto another
O, that you should step aside
And let in your big brother
O, that the flames that rage
The blanket doth yet quell and smother
I can't make it without you
Becoming as read to the law by his body
Having no further use for life itself
According to the church that indeed is still right here
No, we have not been raptured out
No matter how much of this we might fear
Therefore those in union have no condemnation
And if this is all I get from the message
Then I do well....
Met
6-3-14
Raised from the dead
To but bring forth fruits unto God for repentance
I will walk and smile again
And not live under this here sentence
By victory, by authority and by reward
Of one baptism, one faith and one Lord
So that the righteous requirement is already met
Fulfilled in us that walk by the way
By which I can forgive and forget
O, so when we were in the flesh
We still have want for another cigarette....
My N.W.T.
6-3-14
Jehovah's witnesses cross my path
For a higher purpose and special reason
O, I wish them well on their way
And for a fruitful season
In rewards to Ephraim called as the fruitful
According to this illustration
In contrast by our Assyria
As a powerful nation of our Mesopotamia
In our will to make it last
Taking those people captive again
But as one to leave behind the past
The New World Translation is not so different
By seeds dispersed
And by shadows yet cast...
I Choose To Smile
6-3-14
He will come to us like the rain
By corrupt sense of pleasure and good pain
He will pull through for me
Even when it's insane
According to the Lord of the opening of our Baal Peor
And coming to an understanding
Of what it all can be for
Breaking up your fallow ground
Making peace where there is war
If you see me
We yet stand at every door
If you see me
According to the blood that hits the flood
This is my gift to be my trial
Planting my hemlock
Right next to such a burning bush
Of which I will choose to smile....
Given
6-3-14
Given to know beauty
Today I behold
As all that I can see will serve
As my silver and gold
I just want to hear your rhythm
And the mysteries that unfold
Planting my bush in the furrows of a fertile field
Taking up the helmet and breastplate and the shield
Ready to meet the Spirit there
To which soon once more I will yet yield
By the rains that teach us this righteousness
And our weapons we yet wield
Given to know all beauty today
My page is torn
Yet still quite justified
Where not all things are expedient
And not according to one's flesh in pride
Given to know all beauty today
Still walking in the old nature
But at least I went along for the ride...
An Help
6-3-14
Breaking out a fresh whole wheat cracker
To hold me over until then
By intention, attention and no tension
In the where and when
Yet to write a letter to my higher power
Of pages threescore and ten
And two times this I must say
By the grace of a humble yet nimble pen
By which there are two great days in a person's life
The day he is born
And the day he discovers why
Much like my own name
And what it all can mean
Where it is all too beautiful
In deeper hues of blue and green
As in like manner
The Spirit joins in
with help for our weakness....
Raise The Roof
6-3-14
Getting ready for a gift or two
In all that I might come to see
In you as to myself I will be true
Fading from black ink back into blue
Just to prove that indeed I am able
Now that I paid my rent and cable
Where my purpose is the roof of my home
For happiness as my daily calling
As fantasy, farce and fable
O, your purpose is the roof of your home
For happiness
Asking the question
O, what is mine
As so the answer would be to me
O, everything
Yet to shine my light
In all I do and say
Losing a tooth one year ago
But to the purpose of finding my way...
Ode To Gomer
6-3-14
My new bible so is written in fine print
Reading the book of Romans
First according to instinct and predisposition
Sent out again soon on another grocery mission
Out here searching for my piece of the cross
Quoting Stipe, Bono, Van the man and the Boss
Yes, all things happen for a reason
In that all that I gain in my loss
Like golden sunlight shining to a forest floor
The Lord hath called us
To find our whore
All things happen for a reason...
6-3-14
O, that you should be married unto another
O, that you should step aside
And let in your big brother
O, that the flames that rage
The blanket doth yet quell and smother
I can't make it without you
Becoming as read to the law by his body
Having no further use for life itself
According to the church that indeed is still right here
No, we have not been raptured out
No matter how much of this we might fear
Therefore those in union have no condemnation
And if this is all I get from the message
Then I do well....
Met
6-3-14
Raised from the dead
To but bring forth fruits unto God for repentance
I will walk and smile again
And not live under this here sentence
By victory, by authority and by reward
Of one baptism, one faith and one Lord
So that the righteous requirement is already met
Fulfilled in us that walk by the way
By which I can forgive and forget
O, so when we were in the flesh
We still have want for another cigarette....
My N.W.T.
6-3-14
Jehovah's witnesses cross my path
For a higher purpose and special reason
O, I wish them well on their way
And for a fruitful season
In rewards to Ephraim called as the fruitful
According to this illustration
In contrast by our Assyria
As a powerful nation of our Mesopotamia
In our will to make it last
Taking those people captive again
But as one to leave behind the past
The New World Translation is not so different
By seeds dispersed
And by shadows yet cast...
I Choose To Smile
6-3-14
He will come to us like the rain
By corrupt sense of pleasure and good pain
He will pull through for me
Even when it's insane
According to the Lord of the opening of our Baal Peor
And coming to an understanding
Of what it all can be for
Breaking up your fallow ground
Making peace where there is war
If you see me
We yet stand at every door
If you see me
According to the blood that hits the flood
This is my gift to be my trial
Planting my hemlock
Right next to such a burning bush
Of which I will choose to smile....
Given
6-3-14
Given to know beauty
Today I behold
As all that I can see will serve
As my silver and gold
I just want to hear your rhythm
And the mysteries that unfold
Planting my bush in the furrows of a fertile field
Taking up the helmet and breastplate and the shield
Ready to meet the Spirit there
To which soon once more I will yet yield
By the rains that teach us this righteousness
And our weapons we yet wield
Given to know all beauty today
My page is torn
Yet still quite justified
Where not all things are expedient
And not according to one's flesh in pride
Given to know all beauty today
Still walking in the old nature
But at least I went along for the ride...
An Help
6-3-14
Breaking out a fresh whole wheat cracker
To hold me over until then
By intention, attention and no tension
In the where and when
Yet to write a letter to my higher power
Of pages threescore and ten
And two times this I must say
By the grace of a humble yet nimble pen
By which there are two great days in a person's life
The day he is born
And the day he discovers why
Much like my own name
And what it all can mean
Where it is all too beautiful
In deeper hues of blue and green
As in like manner
The Spirit joins in
with help for our weakness....
Raise The Roof
6-3-14
Getting ready for a gift or two
In all that I might come to see
In you as to myself I will be true
Fading from black ink back into blue
Just to prove that indeed I am able
Now that I paid my rent and cable
Where my purpose is the roof of my home
For happiness as my daily calling
As fantasy, farce and fable
O, your purpose is the roof of your home
For happiness
Asking the question
O, what is mine
As so the answer would be to me
O, everything
Yet to shine my light
In all I do and say
Losing a tooth one year ago
But to the purpose of finding my way...
Ode To Gomer
6-3-14
My new bible so is written in fine print
Reading the book of Romans
First according to instinct and predisposition
Sent out again soon on another grocery mission
Out here searching for my piece of the cross
Quoting Stipe, Bono, Van the man and the Boss
Yes, all things happen for a reason
In that all that I gain in my loss
Like golden sunlight shining to a forest floor
The Lord hath called us
To find our whore
All things happen for a reason...
absurd
O, How Absurd
6-2-14
We have diminished just who he is
But we didn't mean to
According to his feet of burnished brass
And a staff and stave to but lean
To yet accept my Christ as my savior
In case I didn't see it the first time around
O, hey it couldn't hurt to try
I was hanging onto someone else's words
Dying to believe in what I heard
In trying to discern the meaning
Out my east window
Of another singing bird
O, we have turned him into something else
Into a beggar saying
"O please accept me"
O, how absurd
O, how absurd....
"... Get Out Of The Way..."
6-2-14
Propitiation is translated from the Greek
O, so you say that this is meaningless
But the scholar still must seek
I play my worst archive
And soon take another dump and leak
O, why do I write of such
While humble and meek
As propitiation is translated
In that I know not how to explain it to you
But to say that I was there
And that I am here...
....Because Their Shade Is Good.....
6-2-14
Burning incense under terebinths
Poplars and oaks
Breaking out cups of coffee
And lighting up another pack of smokes
O, what then shall we say
Of what Abraham hath found
According to their bad jokes
It is said that only the poor can be saved
But God wants us to prosper
Even in one's unequal yokes
And all that I request right now is peace
He will perform it
If this is what you believe and not cease
Burning incense under terebinths
O, now I call myself as the sun
That doth but nourish
The grass and trees.....
O, Let Me Know Your Victory
6-3-14
O Lord, let me know today your victory
Breaking out the sandals
Trying to steer clear of the scandals
God doth bless the carpenters
As well as the vandals
Breaking out my new bible
That is free from slander and libel
O, let me know your victory
O, can it be that you do not know
That the Law is master
Over a man as long as he lives
Yeah, Law with a capital letter
As a sinner penitent forgets and forgives...
I Died
6-3-14
Trusting the mail deliverers
I drop my bill in the mailbox
On the corner of Market and Queen
O, make yourself comfortable
And see just what this can mean
But if her husband dies
She is freed from the law
But Jesus will never die like such
Even in the flaw in the slaw
As so we are the bride
Not as the adulteress
And the river is vast and wide
A free gift according to this grace
And not by our boasting of such pride
With my hands tied
I won't cry
As one to take a stand
And choose a side
I want the sun to shine on me
For lo, I live
In that I died
Yeah, I died....
Heist
6-3-14
So that we might bear fruit
To God we behold again another almond budded rod
Take your time today
According to huts thatched
With bricks of sod
Take another trip around the sun
And find the lean not odd
And so today I will be the star
Whom steps into his brand new car
God already has won the battle
And he knows I have come thus far
Planning out my next four archives
O, he will come to us like the rain
In perfect composure
Even when it seems insane
As dead to the Law
And alive unto Christ
Yeah, spelled with a capital letter
To justify such an heist....
Report
6-3-14
Reading today the bible
I was yesterday given a free gift
From the Jehovah's witnesses
O, God bless them
O, what shall we say
O, is this Law sin
O, God forbid
Yet to go to the feast while yet bid
Working out in me covetousness of every sort
Here to intercede, admonish and exhort
Getting back into my easy chair
As one to regroup and hold down the fort
This will be as my coping mechanism
Today playing in the outfield
And covering my man out in the court
The New World Translation is not so different
As to my next class soon I report...
On Romans 7:9
6-3-14
I work on book twelve
Doce in the Spanish language
As she makes her way back into the real world
And I wish her well
And pray that her paths will be made straight
Where Jezebel calls herself a prophet of our Baal
And as we speak my bills are sent out in the mail
O, do I trust it, yeah
I suppose I must
When all that we accomplish here
Will fade out back to dust
Living with a tenacious commitment
As so the flesh doth yearn and lust
I work on book number twelve
Doce in the Spanish
As so when the commandment hath arrived
I died to yet live....
Sweet Licks
6-3-14
O, brother don't blow it
O, neighbor I suppose that you know it
To live it, walk it
Practice it and show it
My hands are rough from working on a dream
Today I quote my heroes
Including Apostle Paul
And I believe it
By the commandment that killed me
I am yet to grasp and receive it
O, hold onto what you already have
Where Satan has no secrets nor new tricks
As I sit back and bask in the riffs and sweet licks...
I Will Win
6-3-14
Finding the opportunity
Afforded by the commandment
That work in us covetousness of every sort
Don't look for paradise in the home across the road
Today is my lucky day
To obtain provisions
O, if the Lord is willing
With desperate decisions
As I receive the fragrance
Of my new bible
The New World translation
Is not so different
Let me show you what love can do
According to the man I am within
Seeing in my body another law
That warerth in my members
Today is my lucky day
And I will yet win....
Fresh Meat
6-3-14
I can lie about it
And say that this pen is blue
I can go on in this denial
In my reaching out to you
I can pretend that nothing is wrong with such
And to myself be true
God hath already won the battle
As so it is not your fight
As I yet regard sheep, goats and cattle
And the fresh meat by which today I write
O, such is the wonderful word
As so I plow my way straight through into night
Where summer solstice is soon upon us
In my hopes for the shortening and concision of daylight
Yeah, you will rule with an iron scepter
And this truth will be your delight....
Fragrance
6-3-14
Sometimes I wish that there was no money
Like my wish that there was no black or white
Yet to enter my land of milk and honey
And to walk by faith and not sight
This here will serve as my passion
And this will be my rite
The new bible is in finer print
And I will love him today with all of my might
Sandals and bare feet are in season
As such will be the fragrance
Even of the light....
6-2-14
We have diminished just who he is
But we didn't mean to
According to his feet of burnished brass
And a staff and stave to but lean
To yet accept my Christ as my savior
In case I didn't see it the first time around
O, hey it couldn't hurt to try
I was hanging onto someone else's words
Dying to believe in what I heard
In trying to discern the meaning
Out my east window
Of another singing bird
O, we have turned him into something else
Into a beggar saying
"O please accept me"
O, how absurd
O, how absurd....
"... Get Out Of The Way..."
6-2-14
Propitiation is translated from the Greek
O, so you say that this is meaningless
But the scholar still must seek
I play my worst archive
And soon take another dump and leak
O, why do I write of such
While humble and meek
As propitiation is translated
In that I know not how to explain it to you
But to say that I was there
And that I am here...
....Because Their Shade Is Good.....
6-2-14
Burning incense under terebinths
Poplars and oaks
Breaking out cups of coffee
And lighting up another pack of smokes
O, what then shall we say
Of what Abraham hath found
According to their bad jokes
It is said that only the poor can be saved
But God wants us to prosper
Even in one's unequal yokes
And all that I request right now is peace
He will perform it
If this is what you believe and not cease
Burning incense under terebinths
O, now I call myself as the sun
That doth but nourish
The grass and trees.....
O, Let Me Know Your Victory
6-3-14
O Lord, let me know today your victory
Breaking out the sandals
Trying to steer clear of the scandals
God doth bless the carpenters
As well as the vandals
Breaking out my new bible
That is free from slander and libel
O, let me know your victory
O, can it be that you do not know
That the Law is master
Over a man as long as he lives
Yeah, Law with a capital letter
As a sinner penitent forgets and forgives...
I Died
6-3-14
Trusting the mail deliverers
I drop my bill in the mailbox
On the corner of Market and Queen
O, make yourself comfortable
And see just what this can mean
But if her husband dies
She is freed from the law
But Jesus will never die like such
Even in the flaw in the slaw
As so we are the bride
Not as the adulteress
And the river is vast and wide
A free gift according to this grace
And not by our boasting of such pride
With my hands tied
I won't cry
As one to take a stand
And choose a side
I want the sun to shine on me
For lo, I live
In that I died
Yeah, I died....
Heist
6-3-14
So that we might bear fruit
To God we behold again another almond budded rod
Take your time today
According to huts thatched
With bricks of sod
Take another trip around the sun
And find the lean not odd
And so today I will be the star
Whom steps into his brand new car
God already has won the battle
And he knows I have come thus far
Planning out my next four archives
O, he will come to us like the rain
In perfect composure
Even when it seems insane
As dead to the Law
And alive unto Christ
Yeah, spelled with a capital letter
To justify such an heist....
Report
6-3-14
Reading today the bible
I was yesterday given a free gift
From the Jehovah's witnesses
O, God bless them
O, what shall we say
O, is this Law sin
O, God forbid
Yet to go to the feast while yet bid
Working out in me covetousness of every sort
Here to intercede, admonish and exhort
Getting back into my easy chair
As one to regroup and hold down the fort
This will be as my coping mechanism
Today playing in the outfield
And covering my man out in the court
The New World Translation is not so different
As to my next class soon I report...
On Romans 7:9
6-3-14
I work on book twelve
Doce in the Spanish language
As she makes her way back into the real world
And I wish her well
And pray that her paths will be made straight
Where Jezebel calls herself a prophet of our Baal
And as we speak my bills are sent out in the mail
O, do I trust it, yeah
I suppose I must
When all that we accomplish here
Will fade out back to dust
Living with a tenacious commitment
As so the flesh doth yearn and lust
I work on book number twelve
Doce in the Spanish
As so when the commandment hath arrived
I died to yet live....
Sweet Licks
6-3-14
O, brother don't blow it
O, neighbor I suppose that you know it
To live it, walk it
Practice it and show it
My hands are rough from working on a dream
Today I quote my heroes
Including Apostle Paul
And I believe it
By the commandment that killed me
I am yet to grasp and receive it
O, hold onto what you already have
Where Satan has no secrets nor new tricks
As I sit back and bask in the riffs and sweet licks...
I Will Win
6-3-14
Finding the opportunity
Afforded by the commandment
That work in us covetousness of every sort
Don't look for paradise in the home across the road
Today is my lucky day
To obtain provisions
O, if the Lord is willing
With desperate decisions
As I receive the fragrance
Of my new bible
The New World translation
Is not so different
Let me show you what love can do
According to the man I am within
Seeing in my body another law
That warerth in my members
Today is my lucky day
And I will yet win....
Fresh Meat
6-3-14
I can lie about it
And say that this pen is blue
I can go on in this denial
In my reaching out to you
I can pretend that nothing is wrong with such
And to myself be true
God hath already won the battle
As so it is not your fight
As I yet regard sheep, goats and cattle
And the fresh meat by which today I write
O, such is the wonderful word
As so I plow my way straight through into night
Where summer solstice is soon upon us
In my hopes for the shortening and concision of daylight
Yeah, you will rule with an iron scepter
And this truth will be your delight....
Fragrance
6-3-14
Sometimes I wish that there was no money
Like my wish that there was no black or white
Yet to enter my land of milk and honey
And to walk by faith and not sight
This here will serve as my passion
And this will be my rite
The new bible is in finer print
And I will love him today with all of my might
Sandals and bare feet are in season
As such will be the fragrance
Even of the light....
Sunday, July 20, 2014
hindsight
going back 4 years to earlier material.... a little less refined
Hindsight And Foresight
4-11-10
I don't need to follow after what I thought I heard
As like in the days
I listened to the walls
You say I'm a lucky duck
But I claimed to be as the snared bird
Joyous and grievous
Of my trip to Niagra Falls
We say that our troubles are double
But who said anything about trouble
Yet myself I still deceive
Not very spiritual in asking for a reprieve
God can strike me down anytime he chooses
Yet it is he whom thinks this way that loses.....
Quoting James
4-11-10
It's bad but it's good
It's good but it's bad
It's grievous but it's joyous
It's happy but it's sad
I've had my ups and downs
I've had my anathemas and my crown
I've seen fire and rain
I've seen pleasure and pain
Sometimes a spoil sport
Other times a good sport
Yet it is such times that encourage and exhort
Seeming to be down and out
Yet they say it's only in my mind
Claiming to be saved
But I feel like I'm lost
Still reading up on the Passover
And the Pentecost.....
I Fail On My Own
4-11-10
I remember a strange girlfriend
That would pop my pimple
But now that I look back to it
It's not that simple
And still I am obdurate
Stony and brass browed
Availing myself to all I have been allowed
And God says if I bear no fruit
Then he'll cut down my tree
Yet the roots and the trunk will remain
And I'll still hear and see
And I ask why do I do what I do
To see that God has a purpose
In the grapes and in the brew
I mean well
But I deserve death and hell
And I suppose this is a good sign...
To Do What I Should
4-11-10
It's easy to say that I'm satisfied
Even when some say we ought to stay hungry
As there remains one more mystery where I cried
Where deep down inside I am starving
No use in thinking about next Halloween
Or the pumpkins we might be carving
She said that marijuana was detrimental to my education
Yet we all learn at our own pace
Of the creature and the creation
Voices say I ought to improvise
And I'll be glad when I did....
No Seed
4-11-10
Will I be as one who dies and leave no seed
Will I be as the man that lies
In saying I have no need
Whoever I ask this to
No, don't answer
As it is looking ahead
That will serve as cancer
Yet the fruit is more than our offspring
As the bird will have his right to his other wing
All mixed up in the left and right
To the point where I don't know my black from white
And so I find the will to carry on
To see that I have arrived the moment I have gone....
Better Deal
4-11-10
I take this abuse
I suffer it
I allow it, I permit it
And I have not a choice to cut it off
Nor quit it
I don't remember when I woke up today
Yet such uncertainty gives me something to say
Stuck with a choice
Yet I look for a better plan
Trading in a Ford for a Rolls Royce
Where I find madness of eating from a can
And I will be strong when I am weak
As I will be proud wherein I am meek
Where I ask why
Where God says why not
Where I remember the psychological test
Of the ink blot....
Hindsight And Foresight
4-11-10
I don't need to follow after what I thought I heard
As like in the days
I listened to the walls
You say I'm a lucky duck
But I claimed to be as the snared bird
Joyous and grievous
Of my trip to Niagra Falls
We say that our troubles are double
But who said anything about trouble
Yet myself I still deceive
Not very spiritual in asking for a reprieve
God can strike me down anytime he chooses
Yet it is he whom thinks this way that loses.....
Quoting James
4-11-10
It's bad but it's good
It's good but it's bad
It's grievous but it's joyous
It's happy but it's sad
I've had my ups and downs
I've had my anathemas and my crown
I've seen fire and rain
I've seen pleasure and pain
Sometimes a spoil sport
Other times a good sport
Yet it is such times that encourage and exhort
Seeming to be down and out
Yet they say it's only in my mind
Claiming to be saved
But I feel like I'm lost
Still reading up on the Passover
And the Pentecost.....
I Fail On My Own
4-11-10
I remember a strange girlfriend
That would pop my pimple
But now that I look back to it
It's not that simple
And still I am obdurate
Stony and brass browed
Availing myself to all I have been allowed
And God says if I bear no fruit
Then he'll cut down my tree
Yet the roots and the trunk will remain
And I'll still hear and see
And I ask why do I do what I do
To see that God has a purpose
In the grapes and in the brew
I mean well
But I deserve death and hell
And I suppose this is a good sign...
To Do What I Should
4-11-10
It's easy to say that I'm satisfied
Even when some say we ought to stay hungry
As there remains one more mystery where I cried
Where deep down inside I am starving
No use in thinking about next Halloween
Or the pumpkins we might be carving
She said that marijuana was detrimental to my education
Yet we all learn at our own pace
Of the creature and the creation
Voices say I ought to improvise
And I'll be glad when I did....
No Seed
4-11-10
Will I be as one who dies and leave no seed
Will I be as the man that lies
In saying I have no need
Whoever I ask this to
No, don't answer
As it is looking ahead
That will serve as cancer
Yet the fruit is more than our offspring
As the bird will have his right to his other wing
All mixed up in the left and right
To the point where I don't know my black from white
And so I find the will to carry on
To see that I have arrived the moment I have gone....
Better Deal
4-11-10
I take this abuse
I suffer it
I allow it, I permit it
And I have not a choice to cut it off
Nor quit it
I don't remember when I woke up today
Yet such uncertainty gives me something to say
Stuck with a choice
Yet I look for a better plan
Trading in a Ford for a Rolls Royce
Where I find madness of eating from a can
And I will be strong when I am weak
As I will be proud wherein I am meek
Where I ask why
Where God says why not
Where I remember the psychological test
Of the ink blot....
Friday, July 18, 2014
previous
Previous
6-2-14
O, previously and since Adam
Silhouettes are yet made
Upon another sidewalk of malevolent macadam
O, previously and since you and me
We are given only what our eyes can see
Nothing to report home about
To confess one's guilt
According to just condemnation
I scribble these words as if in games of chance
Where the whole world doth become guilty
Where we will have our first and last dance
Under another judicial sentence
I pray for good success in the marketplace
By a sweet and bitter moment to yet enhance....
Note To Me: Enjoy Your Coffee
6-2-14
Grace is as receiving something
That I did not diserve
Nor that I did anything to earn it
Empowering us to live the life
And not as a license to sin
As the new covenant of where
We might lose we can but win
Where it is tolerance verses tenacity
And another trip to the recycling bin
O, there is no one righteous
No, not one
O, there is no one that understands
O, there is no one that seeks
Yeah, they have all turned aside
In turning both cheeks
Their throat is an open sepulcher
And their tongues doth practice deceit
And the way of peace they have not known...
....We Establish The Law....
6-2-14
Three more archives of Floyd
God's word won't come back to me as void
I've got a job to do
Even in being unemployed
There is no fear of God before their eyes
By memories of a brother named Lloyd
For by the law is the knowledge of sin
And every mouth is stopped
So that we might speak of it freely
Given something more to believe in
By the changing of a double A battery
By cajolery and by flattery
Yes, it's three more archives
By which we whisper
Go ahead my man and do your thing.....
Your Steak Raw
6-2-14
O, dig in your heels
So utters a whisper
Into the corner of my left ear inclined
To speak out about what I have overheard
O, do we make void the law through faith
O, certainly not
As we surveil a silent battle ground
And the water to brew the coffee is hot
O, where is boasting then
But to be excluded by the law of faith
According to what is and what is not
As so justification by faith honors the law
I hope that you have profited by these words
I hope that you have enjoyed your steak raw....
Ode To Zeus
6-2-14
With my bookmark at chapter four
I turn aside to Zeus
Not as one to get in on the juice
Yet to play my archives of Bono and Bruce
And to proceed in such idolatry
Yet hope to break free from such a noose
Where something within still wants to agree with such sin
For it is my nature to be one to lose
And therefore yet win
With my bookmark at chapter four
My Spirit and flesh are still at war
Yet to greet such a father of Apollos
In that for me in store
Is always so much more....
6-2-14
O, previously and since Adam
Silhouettes are yet made
Upon another sidewalk of malevolent macadam
O, previously and since you and me
We are given only what our eyes can see
Nothing to report home about
To confess one's guilt
According to just condemnation
I scribble these words as if in games of chance
Where the whole world doth become guilty
Where we will have our first and last dance
Under another judicial sentence
I pray for good success in the marketplace
By a sweet and bitter moment to yet enhance....
Note To Me: Enjoy Your Coffee
6-2-14
Grace is as receiving something
That I did not diserve
Nor that I did anything to earn it
Empowering us to live the life
And not as a license to sin
As the new covenant of where
We might lose we can but win
Where it is tolerance verses tenacity
And another trip to the recycling bin
O, there is no one righteous
No, not one
O, there is no one that understands
O, there is no one that seeks
Yeah, they have all turned aside
In turning both cheeks
Their throat is an open sepulcher
And their tongues doth practice deceit
And the way of peace they have not known...
....We Establish The Law....
6-2-14
Three more archives of Floyd
God's word won't come back to me as void
I've got a job to do
Even in being unemployed
There is no fear of God before their eyes
By memories of a brother named Lloyd
For by the law is the knowledge of sin
And every mouth is stopped
So that we might speak of it freely
Given something more to believe in
By the changing of a double A battery
By cajolery and by flattery
Yes, it's three more archives
By which we whisper
Go ahead my man and do your thing.....
Your Steak Raw
6-2-14
O, dig in your heels
So utters a whisper
Into the corner of my left ear inclined
To speak out about what I have overheard
O, do we make void the law through faith
O, certainly not
As we surveil a silent battle ground
And the water to brew the coffee is hot
O, where is boasting then
But to be excluded by the law of faith
According to what is and what is not
As so justification by faith honors the law
I hope that you have profited by these words
I hope that you have enjoyed your steak raw....
Ode To Zeus
6-2-14
With my bookmark at chapter four
I turn aside to Zeus
Not as one to get in on the juice
Yet to play my archives of Bono and Bruce
And to proceed in such idolatry
Yet hope to break free from such a noose
Where something within still wants to agree with such sin
For it is my nature to be one to lose
And therefore yet win
With my bookmark at chapter four
My Spirit and flesh are still at war
Yet to greet such a father of Apollos
In that for me in store
Is always so much more....
back to school
Back To School
6-2-14
Behind my sarcasm
Desperate memories lie
And so we inquire today of the who, what, where and why
Professing to be wise
I become a fool
In dreams of by my own voluntary will
Going back to high school
Turning the page again
To behold my garments
Spun by threads of cotton and wool
Trying to recapture such desperate memories
Of trying to be cool
O, hello my distant brother
And join me to a duel
Given over to uncleanness
And the lust in my heart
I wanted her like no one else would
And I cried on my pillow.....
Boast (I Yet)
6-2-14
Untrustworthy and undiscerning
I am me and I am still learning
Known to hide behind brown and mild eyes
Yet mine would be of hazel
And I am far from being wise
Unloving and unforgiving
Remembering last night's dreams
Of taking a dump and attracting flies
It needs to be about something
According to the truth
That make real the lies
As those violent, boasting and proud
Where my music in my headphones is never too loud
I don't know where to go from here
But to remove the veil and shroud
Untrustworthy and undiscerning
Yeah, I am me
And I'm still learning....
Do (Practice)
6-2-14
The word practice
So is synonymous to the word do
Given the benefit of other translations
That give insight into the real you
Where all Scripture is profitable
To hear yet something new
Therefore thou art inexcusable
Come the morning light
And on the grass such dew
As you practice the same things
And make it real through and through
To a fresh new raw acoustic sound
By ink in these sacred writings
Of my black and blue
O, how will we escape this judgment
In this darkest day of mute reminders
Of these poppy fields
Where wanderers find their way....
The Disaster, The Miracle
6-2-14
In immortality and by incorruption
By the shaking of the earthquake
And such a volcanic eruption
By natural disasters and heavenly miracles
In knowing no such corruption
Heaping up for yourself wrath
In the day of righteous judgment
There is no partiality with God in all of this
Where we are content with well being
And cease the chase for bliss
As the doers so are justified
And not only the hearers
By the shadow of such a screen
On my east window
As yet to judge so are these secrets...
Led
6-2-14
As an instructor of the foolish
As a teacher of babes
As sheepish and mulish
Indeed you are called a Jew
As a distant brother in my hall
I wish you well
And no one has the right to put such a people down
Led by the Spirit to return to my journal
Kept in the year of seven
Purging away again the dross
According to the fermentation of old leaven
Where the doctrine is the glue
As the name of God is still blasphemed
In what lieth in me and you
Finally as one to understand
The feelings of the few.....
Eighty Proof
6-2-14
Yet to prove the weight of the world by its innocence
Yet to prove its innocence
In that we have all gone wrong
Yet to prove all fallacies
By the writing of this song
Yet to prove that indeed I am
By my childhood tokes
On such a lukewarm water bong
O, what advantage doth have the Jew
But that he hath tagged along
As by the futility of these words
I attain again my throne and throng
O, what advantage hath the Jew
But to prove one's innocence in such guilt
And to trace another stain
Of wine and coffee yet spilt....
....Their Condemnation Is Just....
6-2-14
O, go ahead now and take your fill
By that toke and swill
By one's denial as his coping skill
By another expensive but cheap thrill
By God's way and by his will
By a poet's going through the mill
For if the truth of God has increased through my lie
To his glory so it will be the telling of the truth
In my story telling like it is
Of where I come from
O, why am I still judged as a sinner
By the beating of my own drum
O, go ahead and take your fill
As we are slanderously reported
As some that yet affirm
O, go ahead and swallow that worm....
6-2-14
Behind my sarcasm
Desperate memories lie
And so we inquire today of the who, what, where and why
Professing to be wise
I become a fool
In dreams of by my own voluntary will
Going back to high school
Turning the page again
To behold my garments
Spun by threads of cotton and wool
Trying to recapture such desperate memories
Of trying to be cool
O, hello my distant brother
And join me to a duel
Given over to uncleanness
And the lust in my heart
I wanted her like no one else would
And I cried on my pillow.....
Boast (I Yet)
6-2-14
Untrustworthy and undiscerning
I am me and I am still learning
Known to hide behind brown and mild eyes
Yet mine would be of hazel
And I am far from being wise
Unloving and unforgiving
Remembering last night's dreams
Of taking a dump and attracting flies
It needs to be about something
According to the truth
That make real the lies
As those violent, boasting and proud
Where my music in my headphones is never too loud
I don't know where to go from here
But to remove the veil and shroud
Untrustworthy and undiscerning
Yeah, I am me
And I'm still learning....
Do (Practice)
6-2-14
The word practice
So is synonymous to the word do
Given the benefit of other translations
That give insight into the real you
Where all Scripture is profitable
To hear yet something new
Therefore thou art inexcusable
Come the morning light
And on the grass such dew
As you practice the same things
And make it real through and through
To a fresh new raw acoustic sound
By ink in these sacred writings
Of my black and blue
O, how will we escape this judgment
In this darkest day of mute reminders
Of these poppy fields
Where wanderers find their way....
The Disaster, The Miracle
6-2-14
In immortality and by incorruption
By the shaking of the earthquake
And such a volcanic eruption
By natural disasters and heavenly miracles
In knowing no such corruption
Heaping up for yourself wrath
In the day of righteous judgment
There is no partiality with God in all of this
Where we are content with well being
And cease the chase for bliss
As the doers so are justified
And not only the hearers
By the shadow of such a screen
On my east window
As yet to judge so are these secrets...
Led
6-2-14
As an instructor of the foolish
As a teacher of babes
As sheepish and mulish
Indeed you are called a Jew
As a distant brother in my hall
I wish you well
And no one has the right to put such a people down
Led by the Spirit to return to my journal
Kept in the year of seven
Purging away again the dross
According to the fermentation of old leaven
Where the doctrine is the glue
As the name of God is still blasphemed
In what lieth in me and you
Finally as one to understand
The feelings of the few.....
Eighty Proof
6-2-14
Yet to prove the weight of the world by its innocence
Yet to prove its innocence
In that we have all gone wrong
Yet to prove all fallacies
By the writing of this song
Yet to prove that indeed I am
By my childhood tokes
On such a lukewarm water bong
O, what advantage doth have the Jew
But that he hath tagged along
As by the futility of these words
I attain again my throne and throng
O, what advantage hath the Jew
But to prove one's innocence in such guilt
And to trace another stain
Of wine and coffee yet spilt....
....Their Condemnation Is Just....
6-2-14
O, go ahead now and take your fill
By that toke and swill
By one's denial as his coping skill
By another expensive but cheap thrill
By God's way and by his will
By a poet's going through the mill
For if the truth of God has increased through my lie
To his glory so it will be the telling of the truth
In my story telling like it is
Of where I come from
O, why am I still judged as a sinner
By the beating of my own drum
O, go ahead and take your fill
As we are slanderously reported
As some that yet affirm
O, go ahead and swallow that worm....
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
parvenu
Parvenu
5-16-14
I'm still learning how to talk with my intercessors
Still learning how to walk the narrow way
Here, now and today
Yeah, this is the new stuff
I purchase with my pay
On a day job not requiring the time clock
Or even an office with a paperweight
For its rock caked again the parvenu and the prodigy
With a broken toenail
In my left sock
Playing archives of my Geffen records
To be as the key to another lock
So I kick the habit of trying the cease and desist
Because such an endeavor is not on my bucket list....
Too Much
5-16-14
The prophecy of that which is unveiling
Was too much for me to yet grasp
By the hawk that perches on a low branch
And in the grass the asp
Dreaming of God's mercy
Concerning creeping things
Round about the premises
Word upon word
Precept upon precept
In belief that doth dissolve the doubt
When you're inside out
You find what this can all be about
And thou art able to make known the dream
Where a pout can become as a shout....
On Daniel 11:15
5-16-14
As choice troops have no strength to resist
We came to accept it for what it is
As so the point we have missed
And now I close my eyes to see it
In making my grocery list
Going to the supermarket
With no plan in mind
According to the mango and grapefruit rind
Sweet and sour
According to the power
At high noon
I pass yet another bittersweet hour
And as time drags on
I act as if it is early
Come the light of dawn
In the red red sea over me
Where the truth doth set me free....
My Travels (In Dreams Of Going There)
5-16-14
Going to Memphis
To see the Ptolemaic Kingdom
Just the way that it stands
As a student of geography
And the scholar of Noph to understand
Traveling into Pelusium
To make clean again our feet and hands
And then soon into Damascus
Where I will receive my sight
In coastal sands
Being a long way off from Babylon
Passing into Seleucid lands
Going back to Memphis
To ford the river
And taste its sweetness...
...And In His Place Shall Arise A Vile Person....
5-16-14
Seizing the kingdom by intrigue
He Comes peaceably
When far out of his league
Be it vile and quite contemptible
By the force of a flood
Be it sour and quite bitter
Like the taste of bile and blood
I'm getting out to the big city
In not need to track in mud
He shall enter peaceably
In the chewing of the cud
And the pondering of rumination
Serving as my worst sin
That I can read of
In the book and at the appointed time
I go south and on the river Nile
I bait my steel hook...
Objective (To Love Me)
5-16-14
Eight more hours of this
In believing to know my joy
Elation and state of sweeter bliss
Knowing only the stack of books
I have written on my north shelf
And my objective to be as one to love myself
In the process of reading again
What I have inscribed
As both kings will be bent on evil
Speaking lies at the same table
And so I write another rhyme
About it because indeed I am able
Eight more hours of this
And I know that it will prosper....
....His Army Will Be Swept Away....
5-16-14
Yeah, his army will be swept away
And many shall fall down slain
And I will have so much more to say
According to the falling today of the latter rain
As I smoke another cigarette
By a quarter's pay
Where nicotine will rush through my every vein
Where I am yet to know my current state
Of what is to be destroyed
Of what he did again create
All music is profitable
For inspiration
Even those hair bands
That never made it big
Of which I play now
For the cause of antiquity....
Back On The Wagon
5-16-14
Plowing again through chapter eleven
Hoping for today another foretaste of heaven
Purging out my dross of old leaven
It's all too beautiful
O, fucking beautiful
As some of those of understanding
Even they will fall seventy times seven
Forgive them, my brother
And God will forgive you
And make room for brother Kevin
I usually don't mention names like such
But this was my way of getting back in touch....
Preview (Foreview)
5-16-14
Next Friday is my birthday
In case you didn't know
And I have much yet to learn
And much room to grow
By the empire of Egypt and Syria
Of this madness and its hysteria
I live for this alone
By the prophetic foreview
I won't cast my stone
Because I cannot judge you
In that I stand on my own
By my objective to hold on
Just one more day
And to disregard that dial tone
Next Friday is my birthday
And my party will be in my solitude.....
5-16-14
I'm still learning how to talk with my intercessors
Still learning how to walk the narrow way
Here, now and today
Yeah, this is the new stuff
I purchase with my pay
On a day job not requiring the time clock
Or even an office with a paperweight
For its rock caked again the parvenu and the prodigy
With a broken toenail
In my left sock
Playing archives of my Geffen records
To be as the key to another lock
So I kick the habit of trying the cease and desist
Because such an endeavor is not on my bucket list....
Too Much
5-16-14
The prophecy of that which is unveiling
Was too much for me to yet grasp
By the hawk that perches on a low branch
And in the grass the asp
Dreaming of God's mercy
Concerning creeping things
Round about the premises
Word upon word
Precept upon precept
In belief that doth dissolve the doubt
When you're inside out
You find what this can all be about
And thou art able to make known the dream
Where a pout can become as a shout....
On Daniel 11:15
5-16-14
As choice troops have no strength to resist
We came to accept it for what it is
As so the point we have missed
And now I close my eyes to see it
In making my grocery list
Going to the supermarket
With no plan in mind
According to the mango and grapefruit rind
Sweet and sour
According to the power
At high noon
I pass yet another bittersweet hour
And as time drags on
I act as if it is early
Come the light of dawn
In the red red sea over me
Where the truth doth set me free....
My Travels (In Dreams Of Going There)
5-16-14
Going to Memphis
To see the Ptolemaic Kingdom
Just the way that it stands
As a student of geography
And the scholar of Noph to understand
Traveling into Pelusium
To make clean again our feet and hands
And then soon into Damascus
Where I will receive my sight
In coastal sands
Being a long way off from Babylon
Passing into Seleucid lands
Going back to Memphis
To ford the river
And taste its sweetness...
...And In His Place Shall Arise A Vile Person....
5-16-14
Seizing the kingdom by intrigue
He Comes peaceably
When far out of his league
Be it vile and quite contemptible
By the force of a flood
Be it sour and quite bitter
Like the taste of bile and blood
I'm getting out to the big city
In not need to track in mud
He shall enter peaceably
In the chewing of the cud
And the pondering of rumination
Serving as my worst sin
That I can read of
In the book and at the appointed time
I go south and on the river Nile
I bait my steel hook...
Objective (To Love Me)
5-16-14
Eight more hours of this
In believing to know my joy
Elation and state of sweeter bliss
Knowing only the stack of books
I have written on my north shelf
And my objective to be as one to love myself
In the process of reading again
What I have inscribed
As both kings will be bent on evil
Speaking lies at the same table
And so I write another rhyme
About it because indeed I am able
Eight more hours of this
And I know that it will prosper....
....His Army Will Be Swept Away....
5-16-14
Yeah, his army will be swept away
And many shall fall down slain
And I will have so much more to say
According to the falling today of the latter rain
As I smoke another cigarette
By a quarter's pay
Where nicotine will rush through my every vein
Where I am yet to know my current state
Of what is to be destroyed
Of what he did again create
All music is profitable
For inspiration
Even those hair bands
That never made it big
Of which I play now
For the cause of antiquity....
Back On The Wagon
5-16-14
Plowing again through chapter eleven
Hoping for today another foretaste of heaven
Purging out my dross of old leaven
It's all too beautiful
O, fucking beautiful
As some of those of understanding
Even they will fall seventy times seven
Forgive them, my brother
And God will forgive you
And make room for brother Kevin
I usually don't mention names like such
But this was my way of getting back in touch....
Preview (Foreview)
5-16-14
Next Friday is my birthday
In case you didn't know
And I have much yet to learn
And much room to grow
By the empire of Egypt and Syria
Of this madness and its hysteria
I live for this alone
By the prophetic foreview
I won't cast my stone
Because I cannot judge you
In that I stand on my own
By my objective to hold on
Just one more day
And to disregard that dial tone
Next Friday is my birthday
And my party will be in my solitude.....
ulterior
Ulterior
7-2-14
Thanking Jesus in all things
Even in my suffering
I could pray that my impediment would be yet loosed
But what challenge is in such
As it all seems all in vain
But to continue by this deponent
Standing without
Looking inward into another downward spiral
Threadlike and filamentous
Calcine and burning
Ulterior and intentionally kept and concealed
Setting myself up for success
As my chicanery and subterfuge
I learn these words for the cause
Of today's new rhyme and verse
I raise my hand and he calls on me
To bear my burden
And consider it a blessing
Even in my curse...
I Think Of A Clean Shave
7-2-14
Ninety degrees of solitude
Today is my fate
To be one to set up my tent
And to but build and create
Staying cool in my shelter and grotto
Wherein there is nothing to hate
Thinking about a clean shave
Later on today
But told to wait
All along the mountains of the moon
By chicanery, by subterfuge
In that it's not too late nor too soon
Remembering just how ridiculous it was last night
But willing to proceed
Dastardly and meanly base
In seeking today his face
Of ninety degrees of solitude
In being up before the light of day
Told to wait for it
To be given more to say
Proceed
7-2-14
Therefore the law is slacked
And judgment doth not go forth
For the wicked encompass the righteous
And I quote this passage
For the cause of continuity
That makes us real
O, why doth thou shew me iniquity
In the midst of what is right
According to what we can but see
Therefore the law is slacked
According to the real me
Behold ye among the heathen
And regard
I am not one to judge
In that I do the same things
But I am one to speak of what I have seen
Soon to change out of yesterday's shirt of green....
Platte
7-2-14
By the river Platte
I dwell today with my cat
Not my own but of he
That gives us all these blessings freely
Running into the state of nostalgia
Just where it's all at
By the junction of one's north and south
By the delta and by the mouth
By the larkspur and the buttercup
Looking inward and outward and up
I don't know where to go from here
According to the spur shaped formation
Of the calyx and its petals
I will keep on trucking
Even in brambles and nettles....
Bast
7-2-14
By peppermint and peppercorn
I am no longer quite as forlorn
Returning to my post again
To lay off the internet porn
At least until this evening
As I bless the day that I am born
As another mission is accomplished
As new blinds are up
As I refill again another coffee cup
By my rondel and serenade
And food this evening readymade
By my clean shave as my bills are paid
By my bast, my flax and my hemp and my jute
Glad of all of my plunder and loot
Of hoary hair of the ancient and venerable
As I kick off again my left boot
By peppercorn and peppermint
In a new reality
To strike again the flint....
Shrive
7-2-14
Imposing penance
And shriving the sinner
The loser is later named as the winner
To grant one's absolution
Over a TV dinner
Given a slow start to another bright day
Preparing for the storm that is yet to come our way
And now let's go and run and see
Just what can be of the real you and the true me
Imposing penance
To make up for all that I did lack
To yet souse and immense
And keep condensation yet in suspense
Yet to steep in one's pickling
Minding the brine
In reading it to but weep
And to rejoice in all I sow and reap...
Daft
7-2-14
Ancient and venerable
And tedious from familiarity
O, would you hear my voice come through the music
Gray and white with age
I shave off my beard and go clean cut
There is a fountain not made by hands of man
With no if, and or but
Lo, I raise up Chaldeans
To possess our dwelling places
When we get in a rut
I am what I am today
As another honey coated peanut
Mad and daft
By stave and shaft
They are feared and dreadful
Yet to proceed of themselves
As soon the rain is going to come....
Spruce
7-2-14
Yet to march on through the breadth of the land
Yet to seek to be as one to understand
Forsaking this duality
To spruce up what is set in place
By God's hand yet to titivate by integrity
Building castles in the sand
With nostalgic lady friends
In a photograph of when I was there
Allowing the sun to shine forth
Through my new blinds
As today I intercede
For all hearts and minds
I'm glad that it's a done deal
At least for today....
7-2-14
Thanking Jesus in all things
Even in my suffering
I could pray that my impediment would be yet loosed
But what challenge is in such
As it all seems all in vain
But to continue by this deponent
Standing without
Looking inward into another downward spiral
Threadlike and filamentous
Calcine and burning
Ulterior and intentionally kept and concealed
Setting myself up for success
As my chicanery and subterfuge
I learn these words for the cause
Of today's new rhyme and verse
I raise my hand and he calls on me
To bear my burden
And consider it a blessing
Even in my curse...
I Think Of A Clean Shave
7-2-14
Ninety degrees of solitude
Today is my fate
To be one to set up my tent
And to but build and create
Staying cool in my shelter and grotto
Wherein there is nothing to hate
Thinking about a clean shave
Later on today
But told to wait
All along the mountains of the moon
By chicanery, by subterfuge
In that it's not too late nor too soon
Remembering just how ridiculous it was last night
But willing to proceed
Dastardly and meanly base
In seeking today his face
Of ninety degrees of solitude
In being up before the light of day
Told to wait for it
To be given more to say
Proceed
7-2-14
Therefore the law is slacked
And judgment doth not go forth
For the wicked encompass the righteous
And I quote this passage
For the cause of continuity
That makes us real
O, why doth thou shew me iniquity
In the midst of what is right
According to what we can but see
Therefore the law is slacked
According to the real me
Behold ye among the heathen
And regard
I am not one to judge
In that I do the same things
But I am one to speak of what I have seen
Soon to change out of yesterday's shirt of green....
Platte
7-2-14
By the river Platte
I dwell today with my cat
Not my own but of he
That gives us all these blessings freely
Running into the state of nostalgia
Just where it's all at
By the junction of one's north and south
By the delta and by the mouth
By the larkspur and the buttercup
Looking inward and outward and up
I don't know where to go from here
According to the spur shaped formation
Of the calyx and its petals
I will keep on trucking
Even in brambles and nettles....
Bast
7-2-14
By peppermint and peppercorn
I am no longer quite as forlorn
Returning to my post again
To lay off the internet porn
At least until this evening
As I bless the day that I am born
As another mission is accomplished
As new blinds are up
As I refill again another coffee cup
By my rondel and serenade
And food this evening readymade
By my clean shave as my bills are paid
By my bast, my flax and my hemp and my jute
Glad of all of my plunder and loot
Of hoary hair of the ancient and venerable
As I kick off again my left boot
By peppercorn and peppermint
In a new reality
To strike again the flint....
Shrive
7-2-14
Imposing penance
And shriving the sinner
The loser is later named as the winner
To grant one's absolution
Over a TV dinner
Given a slow start to another bright day
Preparing for the storm that is yet to come our way
And now let's go and run and see
Just what can be of the real you and the true me
Imposing penance
To make up for all that I did lack
To yet souse and immense
And keep condensation yet in suspense
Yet to steep in one's pickling
Minding the brine
In reading it to but weep
And to rejoice in all I sow and reap...
Daft
7-2-14
Ancient and venerable
And tedious from familiarity
O, would you hear my voice come through the music
Gray and white with age
I shave off my beard and go clean cut
There is a fountain not made by hands of man
With no if, and or but
Lo, I raise up Chaldeans
To possess our dwelling places
When we get in a rut
I am what I am today
As another honey coated peanut
Mad and daft
By stave and shaft
They are feared and dreadful
Yet to proceed of themselves
As soon the rain is going to come....
Spruce
7-2-14
Yet to march on through the breadth of the land
Yet to seek to be as one to understand
Forsaking this duality
To spruce up what is set in place
By God's hand yet to titivate by integrity
Building castles in the sand
With nostalgic lady friends
In a photograph of when I was there
Allowing the sun to shine forth
Through my new blinds
As today I intercede
For all hearts and minds
I'm glad that it's a done deal
At least for today....
count on it
Count On It
7-1-14
Count on it
So whispers the voice
From that northwest corner
I give God thanks for what I am today
In reflection of last night's dreams of finding heaven
Not a place with bright white light
But of peace and understanding
O, Lord I love you today
In any way I might know how
Count on it, so is the whisper
I hear from the center of the chaos of my quarters
Laodicean and lukewarm
By my new touch and feel
Of a shaved face
Ready to weather today
The approaching storm
Count on it....
Business
7-1-14
When it is hot or cold
You will know it
Like a knock at your door
For business as usual
To but grow it
By the hiss of the studio version
To my favorite tune
From the Pentecost to the rapture
We reap and sow it
And at the chime of nine
Rejoice again
As so I like to think I am born again
With such a black and humble pen
By my lucid dream
Of getting a clean and smooth shave
As sin doth keep the door yet closed
But it is our nature
To go there come the chime of ten...
Furlough
7-2-14
I have every right to stay home
And watch the rain
As I will sup and dine with you
By the pleasure that comes about by pain
According to such an intimate decision
On the days when it seems insane
I stand at the door of your heart
And I hope that this has not been in vain
Requesting the next rhymes threescore and ten
As my only agenda today is the pen
Making what we make since the world began
I have every right to call my furlough
And do it all again...
My Open Door
7-2-14
By this individual decision
I stay close to God
Keeping my door pried ajar
By stave, staff and rod
To answer the door and let them come in
And find it not odd
Playing Jerry's archives
To build with bricks of sod
As sin might keep the door closed
On those that walk on through
According to one's half step
In hoping to reach out to you
O, be kind to one another
So it is written for us to be as true
Breaking the law according to tradition
Praying for better weather
So I can carry out my mission
Answer the door and he will come in
In spite of such a base and vile condition...
Stir
7-2-14
Sometimes it's hard to get stirred
Of one's sediment
Sometimes it's hard to activate one's prayer capsule
Peter Gabriel said something like this
Between verses and bars
Making plans to take a trip to Mars
By our tradition
That wants to keep our doors closed
As all appears just the way that it is
As infinite
And by the chime of six
I begin again
Walk with him tomorrow
It's up to you
And he will propel your humble pen
Hoping to be willing in all of this
For the next rhymes threescore and ten
O, let me write your blues away
Now that it is called today.....
Cudgel
7-2-14
Thou hath multiplied your merchants and traders
Above the stars of heaven
Not just somewhere out in space
But within you
According to this grace
By our cankerworm that doth spoil
And soon again fly away
I say O, Jimmy row all day today
This is all that I know to do about it
As I stand today within and without it
Inviting my Jesus
Wherever I go
In no need to doubt it
By all the years combined
That melt into a dream
The sun is finally up
By my coffee cup
In not need of cream
By club and by cudgel
In the wading of the stream....
Foolscap
7-2-14
Taking up my foolscap
To record last night's dream
Of the folk rock scene
And knowing her for the first time
Bound in tablet form
For the cause of such a rhyme
By truncheon and by bludgeon
And by its staff
It was so funny that I forgot to laugh
Taking up this foolscap
Of tablet bound in yellow sheets
Such is not my identity
Regarded as the me that I still look for
In that soon I will be as one to answer the door
Taking up my foolscap
To make peace even in the midst of war....
Sent
7-2-14
Sent to heal the brokenhearted
By quote on quote
Glad that once and twice again I have started
As one to have boldness
To step outside the boat
To proclaim liberty to these captives
And of the day's events I jot my note
By recovery to the sight of the blind
Much they can see of it through closed eyes
And an open mind
Taking out my last load of laundry
To see what I can find
Sent to heal the brokenhearted
Such is the meaning of my name
Today the Scripture is fulfilled in your hearing
You will surely utter such a proverb
As skies are clearing....
Scuttle
7-2-14
O, how do we listen to what we cannot hear
According to the music in my head
That did trigger my fear
O, go on home your mamma's calling you
Tell me the news
Calamity was its way to speak of it
And I tell you truly
By the heavens that are shut up
There is a famine
O, how do we incline an ear
To a sound not yet made manifest
By book, roll and scroll
And another measurable goal
And by the scuttle of our coal
O, how can we listen...
On Luke 4:24
7-2-14
Sitting down to myself
Teach as my brother is still far out of reach
By the rind of a grapefruit and the fuzz of a peach
God will always love me unconditionally
Yet it is not a license to do wrong
But to write today my verse in my song
According to this year acceptable
In that I am strong
Today the Scripture is fulfilled in your hearing
Returning again in the power of the Spirit
I am invited to the meeting
And I hope to bring my pen and my integrity
O, physician heal thyself
Assuredly I say to you
No prophet is accepted
In his own country....
In Sidon
7-2-14
The shepherds slumber
O, king of Assyria
Yet to be the one to propagate compulsion in hysteria
The nobles shall dwell in the dust
As the hour rolls around
As for this flask I yet lust
And in this bondage
I am bound to catch the morning news
And prosper in what I have found
In the region of our Sidon
I dream a good dream
And life goes on today
And the Scripture is fulfilled
In your hearing
Passing through the midst of them
He goes his way just as he will
The shepherds slumber
As we take our rest by overkill....
Half Day Shift
7-2-14
Twelve hours remain
But I need not do the math
No longer as one to be under his wrath
And at the chime of seven
I but proceed yet astonished
By his doctrine stated plainly
As one's leaven
Standing by the cape of Genneserat
In bright new hopes of going to heaven
Twelve hours remain
But I need not count
As so of every blessing
We yet consider our fervent fount
Thy people so are scattered upon the mountains
And no man doth regard
Being as one to admit
Today that life is hard...
Consistory
7-2-14
Of ecclesiastical consistory
I find my way by the rhyme at hand
Seeking not to be understood
But to be as one to understand
According to the calling of the solemn assembly
I must say it is out of my own hand
Of ecclesiastical consistory
O, Lord how long will I cry
In that I want to both live and die
Crying out to you of violence
As you shall yet save
By the burden of Habbakkuk
That the prophet did see
I come to terms today with the real me
By ecclesiastical consistory
I ask who are they
And O, just who are we....
7-1-14
Count on it
So whispers the voice
From that northwest corner
I give God thanks for what I am today
In reflection of last night's dreams of finding heaven
Not a place with bright white light
But of peace and understanding
O, Lord I love you today
In any way I might know how
Count on it, so is the whisper
I hear from the center of the chaos of my quarters
Laodicean and lukewarm
By my new touch and feel
Of a shaved face
Ready to weather today
The approaching storm
Count on it....
Business
7-1-14
When it is hot or cold
You will know it
Like a knock at your door
For business as usual
To but grow it
By the hiss of the studio version
To my favorite tune
From the Pentecost to the rapture
We reap and sow it
And at the chime of nine
Rejoice again
As so I like to think I am born again
With such a black and humble pen
By my lucid dream
Of getting a clean and smooth shave
As sin doth keep the door yet closed
But it is our nature
To go there come the chime of ten...
Furlough
7-2-14
I have every right to stay home
And watch the rain
As I will sup and dine with you
By the pleasure that comes about by pain
According to such an intimate decision
On the days when it seems insane
I stand at the door of your heart
And I hope that this has not been in vain
Requesting the next rhymes threescore and ten
As my only agenda today is the pen
Making what we make since the world began
I have every right to call my furlough
And do it all again...
My Open Door
7-2-14
By this individual decision
I stay close to God
Keeping my door pried ajar
By stave, staff and rod
To answer the door and let them come in
And find it not odd
Playing Jerry's archives
To build with bricks of sod
As sin might keep the door closed
On those that walk on through
According to one's half step
In hoping to reach out to you
O, be kind to one another
So it is written for us to be as true
Breaking the law according to tradition
Praying for better weather
So I can carry out my mission
Answer the door and he will come in
In spite of such a base and vile condition...
Stir
7-2-14
Sometimes it's hard to get stirred
Of one's sediment
Sometimes it's hard to activate one's prayer capsule
Peter Gabriel said something like this
Between verses and bars
Making plans to take a trip to Mars
By our tradition
That wants to keep our doors closed
As all appears just the way that it is
As infinite
And by the chime of six
I begin again
Walk with him tomorrow
It's up to you
And he will propel your humble pen
Hoping to be willing in all of this
For the next rhymes threescore and ten
O, let me write your blues away
Now that it is called today.....
Cudgel
7-2-14
Thou hath multiplied your merchants and traders
Above the stars of heaven
Not just somewhere out in space
But within you
According to this grace
By our cankerworm that doth spoil
And soon again fly away
I say O, Jimmy row all day today
This is all that I know to do about it
As I stand today within and without it
Inviting my Jesus
Wherever I go
In no need to doubt it
By all the years combined
That melt into a dream
The sun is finally up
By my coffee cup
In not need of cream
By club and by cudgel
In the wading of the stream....
Foolscap
7-2-14
Taking up my foolscap
To record last night's dream
Of the folk rock scene
And knowing her for the first time
Bound in tablet form
For the cause of such a rhyme
By truncheon and by bludgeon
And by its staff
It was so funny that I forgot to laugh
Taking up this foolscap
Of tablet bound in yellow sheets
Such is not my identity
Regarded as the me that I still look for
In that soon I will be as one to answer the door
Taking up my foolscap
To make peace even in the midst of war....
Sent
7-2-14
Sent to heal the brokenhearted
By quote on quote
Glad that once and twice again I have started
As one to have boldness
To step outside the boat
To proclaim liberty to these captives
And of the day's events I jot my note
By recovery to the sight of the blind
Much they can see of it through closed eyes
And an open mind
Taking out my last load of laundry
To see what I can find
Sent to heal the brokenhearted
Such is the meaning of my name
Today the Scripture is fulfilled in your hearing
You will surely utter such a proverb
As skies are clearing....
Scuttle
7-2-14
O, how do we listen to what we cannot hear
According to the music in my head
That did trigger my fear
O, go on home your mamma's calling you
Tell me the news
Calamity was its way to speak of it
And I tell you truly
By the heavens that are shut up
There is a famine
O, how do we incline an ear
To a sound not yet made manifest
By book, roll and scroll
And another measurable goal
And by the scuttle of our coal
O, how can we listen...
On Luke 4:24
7-2-14
Sitting down to myself
Teach as my brother is still far out of reach
By the rind of a grapefruit and the fuzz of a peach
God will always love me unconditionally
Yet it is not a license to do wrong
But to write today my verse in my song
According to this year acceptable
In that I am strong
Today the Scripture is fulfilled in your hearing
Returning again in the power of the Spirit
I am invited to the meeting
And I hope to bring my pen and my integrity
O, physician heal thyself
Assuredly I say to you
No prophet is accepted
In his own country....
In Sidon
7-2-14
The shepherds slumber
O, king of Assyria
Yet to be the one to propagate compulsion in hysteria
The nobles shall dwell in the dust
As the hour rolls around
As for this flask I yet lust
And in this bondage
I am bound to catch the morning news
And prosper in what I have found
In the region of our Sidon
I dream a good dream
And life goes on today
And the Scripture is fulfilled
In your hearing
Passing through the midst of them
He goes his way just as he will
The shepherds slumber
As we take our rest by overkill....
Half Day Shift
7-2-14
Twelve hours remain
But I need not do the math
No longer as one to be under his wrath
And at the chime of seven
I but proceed yet astonished
By his doctrine stated plainly
As one's leaven
Standing by the cape of Genneserat
In bright new hopes of going to heaven
Twelve hours remain
But I need not count
As so of every blessing
We yet consider our fervent fount
Thy people so are scattered upon the mountains
And no man doth regard
Being as one to admit
Today that life is hard...
Consistory
7-2-14
Of ecclesiastical consistory
I find my way by the rhyme at hand
Seeking not to be understood
But to be as one to understand
According to the calling of the solemn assembly
I must say it is out of my own hand
Of ecclesiastical consistory
O, Lord how long will I cry
In that I want to both live and die
Crying out to you of violence
As you shall yet save
By the burden of Habbakkuk
That the prophet did see
I come to terms today with the real me
By ecclesiastical consistory
I ask who are they
And O, just who are we....
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Assetegue
Assateague
6-29-14
Rammish and rank
To a brother I thank
We keep our beer cold in the fish tank
By a mixture of sand
Made by God's right hand
We can make twelve grand
In that we understand
By clay, by sentiment
B y soil and by loam
We take a trip back in time
To where the ponies roam
Such a place is called Assateague
I went there when I was an innocent
While plastering walls and rending my veils
As it is God's love today that never fails
I hope to go back there someday
To gather horseshoe crabs and beech snails...
Opium
6-29-14
Tonight I don't need to be eloquent
Or even profound
Where in the corner of my ring
I go that extra round
I am prepared to lose my mind tomorrow
I boldly write there words to quench my sorrow
By the loam
By the friable soil
By the burning of my midnight oil
Stopping holes and plastering walls
Reaching out my telephone calls
I choose my confessions
By the hair of my balls
Tonight I don't need to be eloquent
Dried or condensed
As the seed capsules of the poppy
And the nostalgia of the floppy
For the cause of yesterday
O, I believe in such
Opiate
6-29-14
By our sedative
By the soporific and its derivatives
I find my way in words yet to say
Because Jesus lives
By parquerine and its codeine
By nicotine and caffeine
And the prettiest girls I've ever seen
May it not be in vain
By forty hues of new green
By anything that induces lethargy
In a selfless act in things I mean
I yet higgle and haggle
To bargain with the gamblers and whores
I rejoice tomorrow morning
The coffee that yet pours
And as well right now by peace
Even in such wars
I write this song for me and you
To be tonight as one of few.....
Soporific
6-29-14
By papyrus and its sedge
I take something new to take off the edge
Native in the Nile valley
By the pith of such an ancient plant
I dare not say that I can't
Such is a bad word
Written upon its slant
By a soul with good intentions
Preaching to the Egyptians and the Greeks
By our white crystalline alkaloid
One hour to go
I no longer need be paranoid
Drive the engines harder
I have no one to try to avoid
As an agent to help me sleep tonight
God's word won't come back void....
Just Do It
6-29-14
I see no point in worrying about the future
I see no reason to imagine the worst case scenario
In all of this
I see no cause in obsessing
Over what can happen to my abode
Light years away are these probabilities
Whither the Spirit was to go they went
I see every reason to surrender
And as well report of a heraldic animal
Sitting and sejent
By insight into meditation
I seek the courage to work through it
So I can rise tomorrow and just do it.....
Lamps
6-29-14
Out of the midst comes the likeness
Of four living creatures
With their minds made up
According to their features
Across the wilderness
I will follow you
Each one with four faces and four wings
About which such a poet so sings
Of the color of burnished brass
And all the joy that it brings
I make this rhyme from scratch
And make my happy Fisher's catch
Whither the Spirit was to go they went
We appear as lamps
As lightning we come forth
Out of the fire just for you......
I Take A Risk
6-29-14
I take a risk
Just in writing this
I offer up my neck
To be one to say O, what the heck
Choosing the old school cassette
Rather than the compact disc
I hear the noise of wings
Like the song of great waters
As so the poet sings
For all of our sons and daughters
I take a risk in what I do right now
Given tomorrow the wherewithal and the know how
By the likeness of the firmament
Upon our heads as the color of beautiful crystal
I take this risk for you.....
At The Turn
7-1-14
At the turn of another precious minute
I take up my fondant and sugar paste
The day might come when I can't feel at all
In that nothing goes to waste
She carries it away
Going into captivity again with haste
I've got an empty cup that only love can fill
According to the prudent and chaste
As the chiming of another hour
I rejoice in mine infirmity
Playing classic Dead archives
As her young are dashed in pieces
As thou will also be drunken
Seeking one's strength
Because of close commaraderies by intellection
Bringing in the month of July with new hope...
Saracen
7-1-14
By the opponents of the crusaders
I plead no contest
Not one to compete
As by my conscience choice
I refrain in getting something to eat
Going to California again
By this Saracen staying awake
To stay home and watch the rain
Calling down thunder
To yet speak the same
Drawing out waters for such a siege
In calling on the name
Things will work out for the best today
In God to fortify the strongholds
Treading the mortar but not to build it again
In playing the game
This is all that I know to do about it....
Tread
7-1-14
Yet to tread the mortar
To make strong brick kiln
For those at work on something productive
They'll be music everywhere
When I see the light
Feeling hunger for truth and understanding
Where it doesn't need to be nightmarish
As where there is no council the people perish
On another Tuesday afternoon
And time to yet cherish
Gathering straw and brick
For the cause of the building
What is a man deep down inside
If any hear my voice
I stand at the door and knock....
6-29-14
Rammish and rank
To a brother I thank
We keep our beer cold in the fish tank
By a mixture of sand
Made by God's right hand
We can make twelve grand
In that we understand
By clay, by sentiment
B y soil and by loam
We take a trip back in time
To where the ponies roam
Such a place is called Assateague
I went there when I was an innocent
While plastering walls and rending my veils
As it is God's love today that never fails
I hope to go back there someday
To gather horseshoe crabs and beech snails...
Opium
6-29-14
Tonight I don't need to be eloquent
Or even profound
Where in the corner of my ring
I go that extra round
I am prepared to lose my mind tomorrow
I boldly write there words to quench my sorrow
By the loam
By the friable soil
By the burning of my midnight oil
Stopping holes and plastering walls
Reaching out my telephone calls
I choose my confessions
By the hair of my balls
Tonight I don't need to be eloquent
Dried or condensed
As the seed capsules of the poppy
And the nostalgia of the floppy
For the cause of yesterday
O, I believe in such
Opiate
6-29-14
By our sedative
By the soporific and its derivatives
I find my way in words yet to say
Because Jesus lives
By parquerine and its codeine
By nicotine and caffeine
And the prettiest girls I've ever seen
May it not be in vain
By forty hues of new green
By anything that induces lethargy
In a selfless act in things I mean
I yet higgle and haggle
To bargain with the gamblers and whores
I rejoice tomorrow morning
The coffee that yet pours
And as well right now by peace
Even in such wars
I write this song for me and you
To be tonight as one of few.....
Soporific
6-29-14
By papyrus and its sedge
I take something new to take off the edge
Native in the Nile valley
By the pith of such an ancient plant
I dare not say that I can't
Such is a bad word
Written upon its slant
By a soul with good intentions
Preaching to the Egyptians and the Greeks
By our white crystalline alkaloid
One hour to go
I no longer need be paranoid
Drive the engines harder
I have no one to try to avoid
As an agent to help me sleep tonight
God's word won't come back void....
Just Do It
6-29-14
I see no point in worrying about the future
I see no reason to imagine the worst case scenario
In all of this
I see no cause in obsessing
Over what can happen to my abode
Light years away are these probabilities
Whither the Spirit was to go they went
I see every reason to surrender
And as well report of a heraldic animal
Sitting and sejent
By insight into meditation
I seek the courage to work through it
So I can rise tomorrow and just do it.....
Lamps
6-29-14
Out of the midst comes the likeness
Of four living creatures
With their minds made up
According to their features
Across the wilderness
I will follow you
Each one with four faces and four wings
About which such a poet so sings
Of the color of burnished brass
And all the joy that it brings
I make this rhyme from scratch
And make my happy Fisher's catch
Whither the Spirit was to go they went
We appear as lamps
As lightning we come forth
Out of the fire just for you......
I Take A Risk
6-29-14
I take a risk
Just in writing this
I offer up my neck
To be one to say O, what the heck
Choosing the old school cassette
Rather than the compact disc
I hear the noise of wings
Like the song of great waters
As so the poet sings
For all of our sons and daughters
I take a risk in what I do right now
Given tomorrow the wherewithal and the know how
By the likeness of the firmament
Upon our heads as the color of beautiful crystal
I take this risk for you.....
At The Turn
7-1-14
At the turn of another precious minute
I take up my fondant and sugar paste
The day might come when I can't feel at all
In that nothing goes to waste
She carries it away
Going into captivity again with haste
I've got an empty cup that only love can fill
According to the prudent and chaste
As the chiming of another hour
I rejoice in mine infirmity
Playing classic Dead archives
As her young are dashed in pieces
As thou will also be drunken
Seeking one's strength
Because of close commaraderies by intellection
Bringing in the month of July with new hope...
Saracen
7-1-14
By the opponents of the crusaders
I plead no contest
Not one to compete
As by my conscience choice
I refrain in getting something to eat
Going to California again
By this Saracen staying awake
To stay home and watch the rain
Calling down thunder
To yet speak the same
Drawing out waters for such a siege
In calling on the name
Things will work out for the best today
In God to fortify the strongholds
Treading the mortar but not to build it again
In playing the game
This is all that I know to do about it....
Tread
7-1-14
Yet to tread the mortar
To make strong brick kiln
For those at work on something productive
They'll be music everywhere
When I see the light
Feeling hunger for truth and understanding
Where it doesn't need to be nightmarish
As where there is no council the people perish
On another Tuesday afternoon
And time to yet cherish
Gathering straw and brick
For the cause of the building
What is a man deep down inside
If any hear my voice
I stand at the door and knock....
Friday, July 11, 2014
on with it
Getting On With It
6-29-14
Getting on with it
Glad to be back from a successful lunch with Mother
On my way out back
Where I meet up with a distant brother
As strangers scattered through Pontus and Galatia
We learn to love one another
By our friends dispersed through Asia and Capadocia
The coffee is regal by a flame we need not quell nor smother
O, who can stand in the way
I play my worst archive first
Looking into the clearest blue
With the know how and the wherewithal
To reach out to you
Getting on with it
Elect according to the foreknowledge
To be true.....
"What Are You On?"
6-29-14
Through sanctification of the Spirit of obedience
I wonder will I miss my beard
Now that it's all gone
Grace to you and peace be multiplied
As so tomorrow I hope to rise before the dawn
With a new look
As neighbors ask
What am I on
As my cat gets used to her new shit box
To an inheritance incorruptible
That fadeth not away
I must say that I'm having a good day
By the trial of my faith
More precious than gold that perishes
Playing my seven archives
To fill in the rest of today....
On Luke 1:46-48
6-29-14
My soul so magnifies thee
Like roots reaching deep
From my sycamore tree
Trusting that things will work out in me
I do it to myself
To play that song again
But it is good fodder and sustenance
For a black and humble pen
The empire rings
The emperor is in joy
I play the worst archive first
My spirit hast rejoiced in thee
He hath regarded the lowly
Blessed be the God of Israel
I do here what I know to perform
O, behold and henceforth
All of the generation
Will say that I am blessed....
On Luke 1:52
6-29-14
He hath put down the mighty from their thrones
And has exalted the lowly
You ask why I quote these passages
And I must say that it's a part of me
That keeps growing
Not like the beard I just got shaved off today
But such am arm in which strength is shown
From generation to generation
I do not stand alone
It took courage to get where I am today
I said yes to change
To think outside the box of come what may
Change brings me to such a place
I would refuse to go before
He hath put down the mighty and exalted
And the lowly
As I decide to walk right through the door......
Shave
6-29-14
It was another forty dollar investment
In seafood and a shave
I must say I was bold to act this out
And quite brave
By the servant's satisfaction
I salute my passed on Uncle Dave
Though it be tried by fire
Found unto praise and honor and glory
At his appearance
Grace to you and peace be multiplied
In overstock and clearance
Perhaps to one day return to retail work
Of which I dream with confidence....
Skein
6-29-14
By yarn, by reel, by skein
By pleasure in satisfaction
By pain
Wound up tight to but resemble
The coil in my jugular vein
By excess, by luxury, by vile
I am willing tonight to pay the price
Having a good one so I can remember it
In such a way of favor
As it is thankworthy
For a man with a conscience
To endure grief and suffer wrongfully
For the good he hath done
By yarn, by skein, by reel
The truth is seen in what we feel....
My Part
6-29-14
Today I did my part
Tonight I declare O, thou art
Tomorrow I get another good start
Trying to make the twilight last
Hoping to leave behind me the past
Nor using liberty for a cloak of maliciousness
But as servants we make it right
As the line we yet cast
As servants are to be subject to masters
To fly our flags half mast
For the crisis of what we are in God
Not only to the good and gentle
But to as well the froward
O, you know my heart Lord
Today I do my part...
Skein (Part 2)
6-29-14
Of skein, of school, of flock and herd
We take into our hearts the engrafted word
In that it needs no longer to us sound absurd
Praying for a neighbor I needed to face up to
Do well and suffer for it
And great is your reward
By the vein, by the hook, by the anchor, by the cord
Christ also suffers for us
Leaving us an example
And all is well in the Lord
O, when reviled, revile not again
According to my black and humble inexpensive pen
Taking it patiently that it is acceptable
Of school, of herd, of flock and of skein
In a special place
Where the sun meets the rain.....
Provider
6-29-14
Knowing that God will in time provide my smoke
Knowing that all will be provided
As another personal record is broke
A sufficient error in grammar for the sake of rhyme
We're going to give it back by another deep toke
Racing in regattas
According to the current yet to revoke
Given my new feel of my stubble
Welcoming with acceptance my trouble
O, may adorning be inward
To burst one's bubble
Let it be the hidden man of the heart
Some things are meant to be just as they are
As I come out of tribulation a cinder and a star...
On First Peter 3:3-7
6-29-14
According to the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit
I want this time to drag on
As if tonight will be my last time writing about it
With no set agenda and no need to doubt it
Dwelling with each other according to knowledge
In our deeper understanding
Giving honor to those stronger vessels
According to the angel with which the poet wrestles
With my eyes set on tomorrow
And right now according to the ornament
Of the spirit quiet and meek
I will press on
And continue to yet seek.....
Toastmaster
6-29-14
Among the captives in the thirteenth year
According to faith and no more of such fear
By the river Chebar
In the west I can see his star
As the heavens are opened
Where I saw my visions crystal clear
And all I know to say
Is that I want to be right here
Presiding at the supper of another gathering
Introducing those whom step up to the podium
I write this song for those whom have been there
Being as one not afraid to breathe in the air
Being as he that will choose to care...
On Ezekiel 1:3
6-29-14
As the whirlwind cometh out of the north
We are as they whom come forth
Coming out to say it
And get right to the truth
No longer one to hide or delay it
Happy to wait for admission at the ticket booth
Patient in all endeavors
Pondering over forevers
By its brightness and color of amber
Out of the midst of the flames
The children still call me names
Like a fire meant to enfold itself
I like to play why games
As our work cometh unto Ezekiel
And so the lion the maker yet tames
This song is for those whom are different
And as well as those of the sames.....
6-29-14
Getting on with it
Glad to be back from a successful lunch with Mother
On my way out back
Where I meet up with a distant brother
As strangers scattered through Pontus and Galatia
We learn to love one another
By our friends dispersed through Asia and Capadocia
The coffee is regal by a flame we need not quell nor smother
O, who can stand in the way
I play my worst archive first
Looking into the clearest blue
With the know how and the wherewithal
To reach out to you
Getting on with it
Elect according to the foreknowledge
To be true.....
"What Are You On?"
6-29-14
Through sanctification of the Spirit of obedience
I wonder will I miss my beard
Now that it's all gone
Grace to you and peace be multiplied
As so tomorrow I hope to rise before the dawn
With a new look
As neighbors ask
What am I on
As my cat gets used to her new shit box
To an inheritance incorruptible
That fadeth not away
I must say that I'm having a good day
By the trial of my faith
More precious than gold that perishes
Playing my seven archives
To fill in the rest of today....
On Luke 1:46-48
6-29-14
My soul so magnifies thee
Like roots reaching deep
From my sycamore tree
Trusting that things will work out in me
I do it to myself
To play that song again
But it is good fodder and sustenance
For a black and humble pen
The empire rings
The emperor is in joy
I play the worst archive first
My spirit hast rejoiced in thee
He hath regarded the lowly
Blessed be the God of Israel
I do here what I know to perform
O, behold and henceforth
All of the generation
Will say that I am blessed....
On Luke 1:52
6-29-14
He hath put down the mighty from their thrones
And has exalted the lowly
You ask why I quote these passages
And I must say that it's a part of me
That keeps growing
Not like the beard I just got shaved off today
But such am arm in which strength is shown
From generation to generation
I do not stand alone
It took courage to get where I am today
I said yes to change
To think outside the box of come what may
Change brings me to such a place
I would refuse to go before
He hath put down the mighty and exalted
And the lowly
As I decide to walk right through the door......
Shave
6-29-14
It was another forty dollar investment
In seafood and a shave
I must say I was bold to act this out
And quite brave
By the servant's satisfaction
I salute my passed on Uncle Dave
Though it be tried by fire
Found unto praise and honor and glory
At his appearance
Grace to you and peace be multiplied
In overstock and clearance
Perhaps to one day return to retail work
Of which I dream with confidence....
Skein
6-29-14
By yarn, by reel, by skein
By pleasure in satisfaction
By pain
Wound up tight to but resemble
The coil in my jugular vein
By excess, by luxury, by vile
I am willing tonight to pay the price
Having a good one so I can remember it
In such a way of favor
As it is thankworthy
For a man with a conscience
To endure grief and suffer wrongfully
For the good he hath done
By yarn, by skein, by reel
The truth is seen in what we feel....
My Part
6-29-14
Today I did my part
Tonight I declare O, thou art
Tomorrow I get another good start
Trying to make the twilight last
Hoping to leave behind me the past
Nor using liberty for a cloak of maliciousness
But as servants we make it right
As the line we yet cast
As servants are to be subject to masters
To fly our flags half mast
For the crisis of what we are in God
Not only to the good and gentle
But to as well the froward
O, you know my heart Lord
Today I do my part...
Skein (Part 2)
6-29-14
Of skein, of school, of flock and herd
We take into our hearts the engrafted word
In that it needs no longer to us sound absurd
Praying for a neighbor I needed to face up to
Do well and suffer for it
And great is your reward
By the vein, by the hook, by the anchor, by the cord
Christ also suffers for us
Leaving us an example
And all is well in the Lord
O, when reviled, revile not again
According to my black and humble inexpensive pen
Taking it patiently that it is acceptable
Of school, of herd, of flock and of skein
In a special place
Where the sun meets the rain.....
Provider
6-29-14
Knowing that God will in time provide my smoke
Knowing that all will be provided
As another personal record is broke
A sufficient error in grammar for the sake of rhyme
We're going to give it back by another deep toke
Racing in regattas
According to the current yet to revoke
Given my new feel of my stubble
Welcoming with acceptance my trouble
O, may adorning be inward
To burst one's bubble
Let it be the hidden man of the heart
Some things are meant to be just as they are
As I come out of tribulation a cinder and a star...
On First Peter 3:3-7
6-29-14
According to the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit
I want this time to drag on
As if tonight will be my last time writing about it
With no set agenda and no need to doubt it
Dwelling with each other according to knowledge
In our deeper understanding
Giving honor to those stronger vessels
According to the angel with which the poet wrestles
With my eyes set on tomorrow
And right now according to the ornament
Of the spirit quiet and meek
I will press on
And continue to yet seek.....
Toastmaster
6-29-14
Among the captives in the thirteenth year
According to faith and no more of such fear
By the river Chebar
In the west I can see his star
As the heavens are opened
Where I saw my visions crystal clear
And all I know to say
Is that I want to be right here
Presiding at the supper of another gathering
Introducing those whom step up to the podium
I write this song for those whom have been there
Being as one not afraid to breathe in the air
Being as he that will choose to care...
On Ezekiel 1:3
6-29-14
As the whirlwind cometh out of the north
We are as they whom come forth
Coming out to say it
And get right to the truth
No longer one to hide or delay it
Happy to wait for admission at the ticket booth
Patient in all endeavors
Pondering over forevers
By its brightness and color of amber
Out of the midst of the flames
The children still call me names
Like a fire meant to enfold itself
I like to play why games
As our work cometh unto Ezekiel
And so the lion the maker yet tames
This song is for those whom are different
And as well as those of the sames.....
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
back to work
Back To Work
6-28-14
Told by my inward mentor
To get back to work on what is written here
In hopes that my new found faith will override all doubt and fear
Given time set aside for this devotion
Where they give me the potion
To contain mine emotion
Hoping to make my sincere apology
To all of whom I lied to
In the land of Goshen
Knowing I cannot take it back
Inasmuch as many have taken in hand
Another plan of attack
O, if the heavens could be measured
It will be not according to what we lack....
On Jeremiah 31:35
6-28-14
As I begin another tome
I let my mind wander
Traverse, rove and roam
As God doth give me sun for a light
And an ordinance for the moon
As soon I wrap up another month of June
In that it's not too late nor too soon
Dividing yet the seas
As our waves yet roar
Having compassion on the gambler and the whore
As one to learn of war, no more
Meaning no ill in the things I do
In finding out what this is all for
Hopefully more than just words written here
As eyes wax dim and sore....
Keep It Up
6-28-14
Keep it up, my man, myself
Hold those cards tight to your chest
Thinking not of gain or wealth
Knowing not what to do by such skill or stealth
By the covenant of the house of Judah for good health
We are to be as beacons
And if the heavens would be measured
We will cast off the seed
To feed all in need
As the measuring line doth go forth
Upon the hill of Gareb
But O, what can this mean to you and I
But a sincere apology for my lie
Keep it up and press on
And don't ask why....
Early Rising
6-28-14
Orient beams yet are reflected
As hours are killed and then soon resurrected
As time is spent in verse and rhyme
To archives indiscriminately selected
By the gem and pearl
And by another flag to unfurl
By such exceptionally fine
And lustrous shine
By four years going without my sweet wine
By Orient beams yet illuminating
By the army besieging my Jerusalem
In no longer hating
O, why do you prophesy of such
As with your shadow you get back in touch
Soon to turn out my light and sleep on it....
Buy My Field
6-28-14
Though we fight with the Chaldeans
We will not prosper
As one tries to carry his own weight
My work is cut out for me tomorrow
To make things new
And to know good success
In all of my endeavors
Taking this one day at a time
Like sterling silver thoroughly excellent
To buy my field in Anathoth
And to add spice and salt to my broth
In that I look back on all that I have seen
Clad today in a shirt of violent and peaceful green....
Right
6-28-14
For such a right of one's inheritance
I know the word in being tomorrow the early bird
In hopes to rise again at four
To taste of more
And learn war no more
But to battle through
In finding what it's for
Planning to open up my window
And bask in the crickets' song
And so I purchased the field of Hanameel
But to admire he that weighed the money
On scales of silver sterling
For such a right to this life
Where I count my blessings
And look upon all that is going right....
It's Time To Pray
6-28-14
Giving the deed and evidence of purchase to Baruch
Wondering why I didn't think of this before
In my attitude of gratitude
To show my faith inasmuch as many have taken in hand
To set in order this narrative
Losing my will to continue
In a need to rest and pray for my tomorrow
Hoping to be honest from this day forth
About all of my sorrow
I make intercession
In all I lend and borrow
Giving the deed and evidence
In that in such
I learn to make sense....
6-28-14
Told by my inward mentor
To get back to work on what is written here
In hopes that my new found faith will override all doubt and fear
Given time set aside for this devotion
Where they give me the potion
To contain mine emotion
Hoping to make my sincere apology
To all of whom I lied to
In the land of Goshen
Knowing I cannot take it back
Inasmuch as many have taken in hand
Another plan of attack
O, if the heavens could be measured
It will be not according to what we lack....
On Jeremiah 31:35
6-28-14
As I begin another tome
I let my mind wander
Traverse, rove and roam
As God doth give me sun for a light
And an ordinance for the moon
As soon I wrap up another month of June
In that it's not too late nor too soon
Dividing yet the seas
As our waves yet roar
Having compassion on the gambler and the whore
As one to learn of war, no more
Meaning no ill in the things I do
In finding out what this is all for
Hopefully more than just words written here
As eyes wax dim and sore....
Keep It Up
6-28-14
Keep it up, my man, myself
Hold those cards tight to your chest
Thinking not of gain or wealth
Knowing not what to do by such skill or stealth
By the covenant of the house of Judah for good health
We are to be as beacons
And if the heavens would be measured
We will cast off the seed
To feed all in need
As the measuring line doth go forth
Upon the hill of Gareb
But O, what can this mean to you and I
But a sincere apology for my lie
Keep it up and press on
And don't ask why....
Early Rising
6-28-14
Orient beams yet are reflected
As hours are killed and then soon resurrected
As time is spent in verse and rhyme
To archives indiscriminately selected
By the gem and pearl
And by another flag to unfurl
By such exceptionally fine
And lustrous shine
By four years going without my sweet wine
By Orient beams yet illuminating
By the army besieging my Jerusalem
In no longer hating
O, why do you prophesy of such
As with your shadow you get back in touch
Soon to turn out my light and sleep on it....
Buy My Field
6-28-14
Though we fight with the Chaldeans
We will not prosper
As one tries to carry his own weight
My work is cut out for me tomorrow
To make things new
And to know good success
In all of my endeavors
Taking this one day at a time
Like sterling silver thoroughly excellent
To buy my field in Anathoth
And to add spice and salt to my broth
In that I look back on all that I have seen
Clad today in a shirt of violent and peaceful green....
Right
6-28-14
For such a right of one's inheritance
I know the word in being tomorrow the early bird
In hopes to rise again at four
To taste of more
And learn war no more
But to battle through
In finding what it's for
Planning to open up my window
And bask in the crickets' song
And so I purchased the field of Hanameel
But to admire he that weighed the money
On scales of silver sterling
For such a right to this life
Where I count my blessings
And look upon all that is going right....
It's Time To Pray
6-28-14
Giving the deed and evidence of purchase to Baruch
Wondering why I didn't think of this before
In my attitude of gratitude
To show my faith inasmuch as many have taken in hand
To set in order this narrative
Losing my will to continue
In a need to rest and pray for my tomorrow
Hoping to be honest from this day forth
About all of my sorrow
I make intercession
In all I lend and borrow
Giving the deed and evidence
In that in such
I learn to make sense....
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