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....