motherlode

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Motherlodes Yet To Find
3-22-10


I have enough crops in storage
To live off the fat of the land
Where I can say to know
But not quite do I understand
Yet essential crops were scarce
And little sustenance I had for myself
Yet there will be more motherlodes
In the books upon my shelf
Feeling better now that the first job is done
Proud to be a slave
Proud to be of God, a son
I have enough nuts in store
To never gather in seven years
As we count it a sign auspicious
In our doubts and fears
I hope the poetry gets better like wine
As I am to see even a more auspicious sign
And greater signs than these
Lord, I'll be on my knees...










Far From Gone
3-22-10


Building confidence
Building character
Building with bricks
Building sand castles
Learning new ruses and crafts and tricks
I'm thirty-six but I feel just like a boy scout
I haven't had a fishing license in eleven years
On the year I only caught two rainbow trout
But my uncle is passed on
So I must say that I'm far from being gone
At least for him
All you need is love
It just may save your life and soul
To California for gold
And to West Virginia for coal
And to war for backbone...












Defenses
3-22-10


Consider the cuttlefish and the sepia
And secretion
And the blister
And of God
The massive excretion
It is said that discipleship is what we need
Yet my arm is cut bad
And all I know to do is bleed
Consider the octopus and the sepia and the ink
Consider defense
It will really make you think
Facing a crisis with my cat shit box
Experience is good
Even when it is terrible
So I search the book of Mark
Hanging in there for the next parable
And I am glad that I did
Being my worst foe
Yet my best friend.....












Can't Quit
3-22-10


Took out the cat shit
Good thing I didn't step in any dog
I'm in this with you all
I can't quit
Clouded in a wondrous and a mysterious fog
I'm just a man
Even if sometimes
I feel like an idol
I'd like to visit a mosque one of these days
It's better than standing idle
Seems it takes twenty years to learn my work
And by then we get weary and shorter of breath
As hindsight is twenty-twenty
Where trouble doth lurk
Took out the cat shit and wine bottles
It's a good thing that I did
Less stink for my uncertain tomorrow
Ha, ha
Hooray, hooray
Halleluliah...