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.....