cynosure

Cynosure
9-2-14


O, how do I face tomorrow
O, how do I face today
As to drown all lingering rue and sorrow
I don't know if I can make it today
But I do know just what I lack
Not today
Not written by pens blue and black
By my cynosure
By my focal point
Of attention and admiration
O, get real, my main man
To simply fill in these empty spaces
It will never be good enough
No, I cannot live under their expectation
I see the cup as three quarters full
O, how will I face it in going blind again...








Just Between Us
9-2-14


O, say unto the mountains
And the hills be thou removed
We are strangers to each other
According to my Ishmael
O, prophesy concerning the land of Israel
Remind me in the morning that all is well with my soul
I want these words to be more than just talk
I have spoken in my jealousy and fury
In furbelow fabrication
Of desolate wastes and cities forsaken
I have heard enough
Of how this world can be yet rough
Just between us.....










Pergamos
9-2-14


I call my next book Pergamos
In that I can never be too far away
Nor too close
To prophesy against all Idumea
To get the gist and the main idea
O, I repent and rehearse
O, praise you my God
As I lifted up my hand surely
They will bear their shame
As some of them are swept away
And which hath become a prey
And derision to the residue
Roundabout the throne
And I won't stand alone
I call my next book Pergamos
Lord willing...








Abase And Abound
9-2-14


Of beautiful vulnerability
I do this to the best of my ability
To be found within a song
The thing that you do here is not good
You will surely wear away
To say but O, so long
As different hearts beat on different strings
I wish you luck the next time around
To but abase and to but yet abound
By my hoar frost and frozen dew
And my endeavors to reach out to you
Of beautiful vulnerability
For behold I am for you
As God doth but adore you...


















Let Them Call You
9-2-14


Let them call you
May it be a blessed bounty and brew
Leaving a trail of innocence
I am guilty before you
With my luck I know that I will fail
But by your blessing
With my hammer upon my brad nail
Of Queen Mab or Titania
Of Shelley and Blake
God only gives me what I can handle
And I am still awake
Where the Christian religion is harsh
Like a Camel cigarette
Not very good testimony
O, get real
Let them call you....








For Sinners Only
9-2-14


Triumphant and of tragic
I find my sense of humor at the door
O, brilliant and quite magic
I slip into something more comfortable at four
By a visage so marred
That we could not tell he was a man
O, settle it in your hearts
And step out to meet the van
Heaven is for sinners only
By the vine and the blood and oil and spirit
O, was it God's will
That I would go into exile
O, did you get healed
Standing in line single file...

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Windex
2-14-15


Windex to my spectacles lenses
I can see again
By the water that soon again cleanses
I plow on through my Valentines Day
With my pen by the shield of mighty men
But not according to why or when
For bloaters, herring and mackerels
Cured by being salted
Where the humble are exalted
I wish my brother well on his way
For milkshakes malted
Regarding vestal virgins such as I
I can see it much more clearly now
Smoked and dried and to life applied
I make my way
Windex to my spectacles
I can see it now much more clearly...










Whitefish
2-14-15


In the Great Lakes
Cisco and whitefish
Created for our enjoyment
And I am not the partying type
I am content in what is here and now
So I will be their intercessor
In hopes to get back out tomorrow
God and weather permitting
Lively, quick, agile and yare
Quick to the helm
Wherein I never had my car
Easily handled on days like today
Maneuvered with Grace
Consecrate to me your firstborn
I delight in this word today
Glad to be pricked by the thorn...










Womb Revisited
2-14-15


Whomever opens the matrix
Among the children
Such are as the kingdom
Forbad them not to come to me
O, it feels so good going down
A pleasure one can taste
And even almost see
On this day you are going out
In the month of Abib
I need to get busy cleaning up
Seven days and no leaven
Until we all get to heaven
The hymn says, "All"
So this is what I expect and believe
Obedience is the breastplate
Where I am vulnerable
Expecting soon a call from someone
We've got to start living..










Illuminated Again
2-14-15


Illuminated by these findings
Of such archeology and book bindings
I pretend that this is a musical instrument
Where light is given again to bright blindings
This is done because of what God did for me
When I came out of Egypt
Choosing to go back into Babylon
I banish myself to be their intercessor
According to Assyrian texts
To prepare the Bible scholar
For what comes next
No longer by such quite as vexed
Illuminated....





















Out Of The House Of Bondage
2-14-15


South into Goshen
I dream of my Pacific Ocean
Crossing the Gulf of Suez
In parallels of their own
I am never left all alone
All my friends are with me in my heart
I am not a complete shut-in
If they ask O what is this
As you say to them
It is the strength that we have been promised
I ask is it snowing yet
And look out my east window
In hopes for it to begin
By our journey yet resumed
Reaching my Gulf of Aquuaba
Journeying into Midian
My bag is packed for tomorrow....










Set It Up Again
2-14-15


Come guidance by cloud and fire
The love of God ought not burn one out
but to lift him up in joy
I wait for a call on my phone
So I can be honest
By this pillar of integrity
I take my stand
And refrain to join them
Set up again this tabernacle
Such is you
By my upper chapped lip
And the winter we are making our way through
God knows the way I feel about it
Taking my journey from Succoth
Into Etham
I make my way
While it is called today...

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Dry
2-5-15


Sometimes tea doesn't do it for me
But I would like to have an open mind
To go ahead and abhor or adore me
For tonight the stars and planets are aligned
He that says he abides in him
Ought to walk as he walked
As he whom on this day
Confides in him keeps silence
In the way that he hath talked
I am not a preacher
I am not one to say
I'm a poet and perhaps a teacher
Remaining pliable and liable
Still in need to find my way
The pen tonight is dry
In the light of a curious sky....


















Riding The Cliché
2-5-15


Not much love to go around
So was the myth
The world wanted us to believe
In fact its supply is inexhaustible
By which we can rejoice
In that we do grieve
This is the world we live in
But we are not of it
Even though we love it
So it's lamps on and sun down
Up before the dawn
Out on the east end of town
As I held you tight so long ago
For now I'm on my own given room to grow
And you have overcome the wicked one
I am not one to say
Until I see fresh tracks of light
Of the willing sun...












Letter To My Imaginary Girlfriend
2-5-15


O, daub me with asphalt and pitch
O, turn on your love light
And flip on your switch
Take another toke so you won't twitch
I don't want to call you my bitch
You're too much of a lady for me to talk like that
So I suppose I will introduce you to my cat
Her name is Amazing Grace
So we go at it at a steady pace
O, why did I write a rhyme such as this
Tea doesn't do it for me
Too sweet and much too lukewarm
Laodocia
Mind your ways
Let's try to keep it simple
The next several poetic days...












Nurse Me
2-5-15


O, lay me in reeds by the river
For I am one worthy
For God to deliver
He smiles down on me
When I say things like this
And his love and presence
Is more than a state of bliss
This is one of the Hebrew children
Give me a kiss
Lay me in bulrushes
Nurse me for a few months
And I'll be hard to miss
Cutting through God's country like a knife
Putting the rest of the work off to tomorrow
Because it's my life
O, nurse me...










Subtle Sunflower
2-6-15


I want to stay up when I get up
Bono said something like this
And Springsteen so serves as my golden calf
While I'm on my search for my better half
But God says no to this prayer
For my own good
As trinkets are made from aspen wood
It's alright in that all is peaceful in the neighborhood
Not too many yet awake at this hour
Consider the seeds of another subtle sunflower
High in protein and giving me the power
I want to stay up...












Shod
2-6-15


O, anoint my head with oil
Lord, make fertile my barren soil
O, may not the blues thwart nor foil
May I not cower or shrink back
And come Sunday I want to go back to church
To know this fellowship and its afterglow
That will inspire a hundred rhymes
By my next four books that already have titles
Shod are my beautiful feet
And I am ready to bring this word around...

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Promotion
10-9-11


Blotted out are all transgressions
as a thick cloud
As to he more highly distinguished
Will make one bold
Enthusiastic and proud
And our sins return to us
In that we are redeemed
Where yet another world
Out of nothing at all so is dreamed
Where on this day I am scattered
In a safer place
Where nothing else really mattered
Where it is what it is
And I am that which I Am...










Chitterlings
10-9-11


The chitterlings to the epicurean
Are quite delicious
If we take not thought of what it is made of
With a bottle of syrup at the breakfast table
And to kill that other taste that lingers
Where we get hungry enough
To lick clean our fingers
As a prerequisite of feasts
Yet to be prepared at the marriage of the lamb
Counted today worthy enough to say
That indeed I Am...










On First Corinthians 10:26
10-9-11


The earth is the Lord's and the fullness
In that all is fulfilled and complete
As that which is sold in shambles
We are told to go ahead and eat
The earth is the Lord's in the fullness
Where we can own everything we see
Just in looking upon the lunar and solar landscape
Along the interstate highway headed south
Of foliage that gives words straight to our mouth
Yeah, the earth is the Lord's...










Round Three
10-9-11


Intoxicating and heady
Is the new wine
Of incentive willing and ready
Diligent and much ready to go
In that there is so much more
For us to come to know
Going another round with my root vegetables
Fresh and raw
To know that no man lives
By the entire law
As grace steps in to fill the gap
And serve as the protective hedge
In which burns a flame
To serve as a sign of perseverance
In this improvisation
Of all that is Me...










Ultramarine
10-9-11


Hues of ultramarine edify
In that they are contrasted
In a scene we can observe for free
That for so much longer
In our eyes has lasted
Where one so owns the view
In simply looking straight on
Where I put my senses to their practice
By the half light of the new dawn..








Commodity
10-9-11


Breaking out the lavender honey
To pour into my coffee cups
To consider the bees that would visit certain flowers
Observed by those in this particular field of interest
Where I experiment with streams of consciousness
Yet to rise above
That which I learn to live with in this
As this newfangled commodity
Will contribute to my joy and bliss...










Fourteen Months
10-9-11


Sometimes I feel as if I'm still quite lost
As I do my penance in my Whitsunday and Pentecost
Yet to work out this salvation with reverence and fear
Coming up on my fourteenth month mark
In going without ordering a draft beer
As this is something
Where I chart my progress
In my inventory
Of steps taken forward
Straight into a new horizon
Of my hope not deferred....








Packing My Valise
10-9-11


Yet to pack with provisions my valise
Yet to request of my God a profitable trip
With love, joy and peace
Willing to go there
If I am certain of my victory
Wherein I surrender
With no additional resistance
Yet to penetrate the surface
And transcend all stagnant existence
Rising to the occasion
Ready to go
In hopes for beautiful sunshine
To light the way ahead...

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Vagrant
9-22-13


A vagrant
I am at the library
On the opposite side of the church
That I wish to one day attend
To come and see as a vagrant
And a watcher of people passing on through
Where I reach out to the me
That is in you
A vagrant yet one of purpose
With a plan given as the eagle
A colossal wing span
Being one to fly in dreams
Of frequenting as a vagrant
And a witness like an angel
Watching over you
For the cause of the kingdom
That is here, now and today....


















Party Plan
9-22-13


O, how did I get from thrash metal
Back to Dylan
So I wonder
Thriving after the curiosity
Of a collector's heart
Needing to own every archive
As if all we see and hear
Belongs to each member to God's kingdom
That is here, now and today
Spending on music
Another week's hard earned pay
Setting aside today my coffee
To partake in herbs steeped
In the hot water I would be in
According to all avarice
Serving as a tool of God
For his purpose and plan
To experience blessing in abundance....








































On Lamentations 5:18 (check this out)
9-22-13




Because of the mountain of Zion
Which is desolate
The foxes make their home
In the grotto of grace
Where the gospel is gained
By the high priest
Being the one to bring it around
In doing just this as I do here
To make the Scriptures my own
Hiding all such words in my heart
Because it is what I love to do today
To incorporate all verses into rhyme and song
On another Dylan session for the cause....








On Lamentations 5:20 (look this up)
9-22-13


O, why does thou forget us forever
And forsake the anointed
Of the oil not to be made again
Of the same consistency
Of this recipient
Stated between the lines of age
In our spiritual development wrought for
In deep study today
As if it were my first and last
O, why does thou cast off ones first love
Finding it hard to get it back
Still in the search
Of what lies within and above
Where the eagle can abide with the crow
Because of the dove
where ducks and geese assemble
For the viewing of those with eyes to watch...










Identity
9-22-13


I am not my memories
Or my dreams of the future
For I am what I Am
Here, now and today
In what I see before me
To deliver these messages
To all that stand by
No longer one to deny
Or to be one to inquire the why
Going low and deep
To reach vast and high
Not accustomed to the tuxedo
Or the neck tie
Coming as I am
In dreams where I learn to fit
Into the windows of cathedrals
Where I am yet to attend beautiful sermons
For the harvest that cause mine eye to cry
Overjoyed in what I cannot see before my face
Coming home again to God's and mine own grace....












Holiest Of All
9-22-13


Reaching again my pure being
Is today's request
Above all other wishes
Where consciousness permeates everything one can know
Wanting again this pure presence
In another endeavor of deeper meditation
Into the kingdom that is here and now and today
To see that where there is God's will
There indeed is a way
Returning to my essence
That is the source accessible
To all with the desire to come to see it
Knowing of the purpose behind
A call on my landline phone
A call missed for a good reason
Returning again to pure being
In that by faith
I go again within...












Robustious
9-22-13


According to the custome of faith
I turn on my air conditioner
For freshness of such robustious
Nature of my flesh
That wants more and more
Where the ego likes to get its teeth
Into such problems
That serve as possibilities
Of the prudent to proclaim
And prophesy by pen and pad
Where I must say that life is not so bad
Given the luxury of vice and virtue
In victory via the victim
And therefore yet to overcome...

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Aromatherapy
2-26-11


Oh, yeah
The fish in the water will die
And the river will stink
Where I drift into the freedom of my feelings
Where upon her secret parts I'll think
This will be my aromatherapy
As a healing of all animosity
Conducting scientific experiments
In my making of skin softeners
Not just another petty thrill
But as a means to live, die and kill
In the tracing of a design
Of a coffee spill
And I must say I like it
When it stinks
Caring not what anyone else thinks...










He Was Only Testing Me
2-26-11


I am persecuted
For my ways that deviate
As a test and trial
To put into practice
My love that triumphs over all hate
Laying down my ego
Which in the first place
Is not the real me
Looking to the half-light of gloaming
As perfection
When most of us would call it grotesque
Under the freedom of my ways unconventional
Using my sofa for a writing and reading desk
Yet to come to know
That there is something in this for everyone...










A Claim
2-26-11


I claimed to hear the voice
Of God that said to me
That I need to learn
How to be less defensive
When it comes to my beliefs in my attitudes
That become aggressive in a verbal sense
That comes in the same package of my ego
A false created self
That I need to lay down at my altar
Now I claim to have a need for more time to myself
In order to be true
In and out of season
Under skies of overcast
As well as blue....










The Way I See It On This Night
2-26-11


I thank God for America
But I do not think it to be the best
Nor superior to the rest of the world
I want to express this gratitude
In my devotions for our free choice
In the things we are at liberty to do and think
Not according to our desires
Of which we cannot quench
But according to our freedom to learn
As tonight in eroticism I burn
To purify
Without the need to justify
Yeah, I thank God for America...










Of What Fire Is Good For
2-26-11


Fire will burn away the lies
That isolate you and I from living this life
Seeing that only from pride comes our contention and strife
Yet to die before I die
In the wholeness of humility
I cannot speak of this in truth
And not play the role
Of the two faced nature
Not quite eradicated
As I need to realize
That in this I will be hated
Fire will burn away these illusions...










Opening Stanza
2-27-11


Today is day number one hundred ninety-five
Of my sobriety
Yet I might have lost count
Still celebrating and rollicking
In a new form of inebriety
And it is good
And it is as simple as that
Glad to know
That I have a long, long way to go....








To Chase Without Effort
2-27-11


One way of seeking God
Is by His Word
Finding what is practical
In what seems at first absurd
Gilding the lily
Breaking in a new pair of shoes
I haven't purchased yet
In a place where I am destined to remember
All that I forget
Writing this composition
Is a method of sharpening my listening skills
Where I cease to chase by effort
Those thousand dollar bills...

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Deposit
10-15-13


My female scale insect
Secretes her deposit
To make its mark on the fields
Of weal and woe
In that I wonder why God has created her
In the image of that which only seems futile
By such a resinous deposit secreted
Where the pain is assuaged
In that it is mollified and treated
Given the courage
To change all the things that I can....








On Deuteronomy 21:9 (check this out)
10-15-13


Putting away the guilt of innocent blood
Making due today with the remnants
Of my yesterday's inundations and flood
Washing my hands over the heifer
Upon which comes no yoke
Content to see that all wages go up in smoke
In a newfangled rhyme scheme
By the pleasure of my deep toke
Where he hedges me about
To make my chain heavy
And when I cry and shout sometime
He did not shut out my prayer....










We Can Make It
10-15-13


We are not to forget
The heights from which we have fallen
To know we can make it one more time
Acknowledging all we've been through
But O, just who is we
But another form of the real me
Glad to have made my way out here
Where indeed my love will cast out all fear
With a peace that transcends all understanding...










On I Kings 1:2
10-15-13


O, let her lie in my bosom
In the darkness yet dissipated
By this available light
In that today I am going somewhere
Of stream of consciousness
For which I make my earnest request
Until the fall of night
O, may she dwell in my heart
Seemingly quite empty
In such a state that drives me back to this ambition
Where I find that I have three wishes
Yet taking heed in what I ask
Knowing the consequence
O, may she abide in my presence
Achieved when we are yet to delve deep...










Today's Topic
10-15-13


Seeking my damsel fair
Named my Abishag the Shummanite
To be as my newfangled topic
Upon which today I write
Yet to get my heat
With my tares that grow with my wheat
Hoping that God doth reserve me a seat
In the setback of receiving my petition
In asking for victory
I get for me a battle
Instructed to take my time
In taking a look around...










Petition
10-15-13


Ask with faith unwavering
And you will get what you request
Back here in this retreat
To know the benefit of the side of town
To my west
With valerian and Echinacea
On my mind to soothe distress
And peel off again the rind
Where he that exalts himself will be abased
And he whom humbles himself will be exalted
Ask with faith unwavering
And you will receive your petition...










Law
10-15-13


The law reinstated
Is tedious and heavy
where a brother says that it is scary
Because it is a lot to take on
And now I can say to see it this way
In that the law reinstated is not kept
Lying in the bed I made
Where I have peacefully slept
Sitting at my table
To with myself wage war
Reading Scripture to write here rhymes
Always left wanting more
Where the law reinstated is worth repeating...

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Intaglio
10-20-14


Whither the forerunner is for us
Whether our God will hate or adore us
As still the enemy doth but abhor us
We are a threat to all that he premeditates
To return from the slaughter of kings
To be but poor
And as one to be possessing all things
Giving one tenth part of all
By interpretation the king of peace
By hillside and by its brae
I plow on through the day
I bid you O, sweet afternoon
To be as one to never fall
I will keep knocking
Until I get an answer....










Intaglio (Part 2)
10-20-14


The bleeding stops upon my lower lip
And I beg God today for another good trip
To but join myself to my sup and sip
By all rotogravure
That is said to be hip
By a gem set in place
With this sunken design
By God and his grace
Of fifty months without my sweet wine
As opposed to ones carving in relief
Giving place to the liar
That no longer wants to be the thief
Come our critical explanation
And no more grief
The bleeding stops for a cause of itself
In maintaining faith and its belief...












Exegete
10-20-14


Skilled in my exegesis
As one to but recline here and now in pieces
Come this interpretation
Of theme and thesis
I find new meaning
In what once was a blur
As upon God I am leaning
In spite of this slur
Trying to read Child Harold's Pilgrimage
With a short span of attention
Still on my shelf in a thick red book
Smoking weed would change my whole life
Like sprig and spur concerning Irish orators
And their magistrates
There is more blessing than burden
In the things that God hates...












Dahlia
10-20-14


Bless O bless
Is all I know how to say of it
As I am one today to simply love it
In Dahlias and in gardens
By justification
And in pardons cultivated for its flowers
Given the muse of where I come from
Regarding last night's dreams
Of being there trying to ward off sorrows
That seem to be everywhere
As without all contradiction
I want to say that I don't care
In Dahlias and in gardens
And God's one thousand pardons
I am what I Am...










Off The Deep End
10-20-14


Going off the deep end
Broad and deep
Jamming out today to my pigs and sheep
As one to take by faith another quantum leap
Going back to Ramathaim-Zophim
And its precipice jagged and steep
By my attempt to be one exempt
O, you truly have a gift
May it not go to waste
Do something with it today
And tonight get some sleep
Putting on again an archive from seventy-two
As Hannah would have no children
And neither would you
By my next ordeal of my tomorrow
Try not to think ahead too far
In hopes to be real and true
Going off the end broad and deep
Come here and self advocacy that is due...


















Valet
10-20-14


They tend to mention Him as a higher power
In place of God
But who are they to say
By another almond budded rod
As my goal on such a day was silence
And to regard all that would be to me
Even and odd
I will decline from going to the social
Posted in the memorandum
It's only been three hours since my divine appointment
Like bricks of sod laid out in its admixture
It is evident that He sprang out of Judah
Of which nothing of is spoken
They tend to call him the higher power
In place of God
So be it...

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Dead And Alive
1-9-11


Jerry Garcia is alive
Somehow and somewhere
The church says he was a Satanist
But I no longer pay any mind or even care
For he poured out himself
Through his wall of sound
And made a lot of people happy in his time
And in the meantime
I sip on lukewarm chai
To learn new methods
Of how to live and die
As I am yet to make another appearance
To the abode of a lady friend
That allows me to smell her shoes
Edgar Allen Poe is alive
Somehow and somewhere
Leaving with us his version
Of the good and bad news
Teaching other poets
To find the ecstasy in the blues....












Another Ode To Stipe
1-9-11


I let my archangelic cigarette burn down
Allowing the smoke to rise into a so called nothingness
Of this passing hour
As I listen to an artist said to be gay
Yet this does not lower my opinion of his music
Yet to interpret new meanings
Of Pop Song '89
Given the gift of the musical historian
To spread the news of that which is divine
Drinking my caffeine in moderation
Subdued in where I go in this
Yet to meditate as I lay my head down
On two pillows
Letting go of my objective of my bliss....










In New Skin
1-9-11


Two hours remain
Until I cash in all of my gambled gain
To slip my message into my long forgotten bottle
Tossed upon a stream
In another repetitive dream
Of trying to make my way around
The corner of an interstate highway shoulder
Hoping to believe
That I'm not just getting older
In the process of combatting the illness
Of not being able to stop thinking
Where in swamps of quicksand
I'll be sinking
A phenomena designed to serve
As a challenge that compels me
To take steps forward
In spreading my manhood
Over the rest of my flesh
That serves as new and soft skin
And to substitute
The way I now see...






















I'm Glad I Did
1-9-11


Glad that I didn't break my Walkman
When I dropped it in the bathroom
While anointing my flesh with lavender
Yet to experience how Bob Dylan made psychedelia
With only a guitar, a piano and a harmonica
In its pure simplicity
Of story telling
And intentional incorrect spelling
And experimentation of salts of smelling
Of symbolism fascinating and compelling
Glad that I purchased all the CD's
In my time of obtaining
In a race between the snail and the hare
Where the snail is gaining
Glad to be just who I am
Where beef serves as my only morsel
I had all day long.....










Obstacles
1-9-11


Yeah, the mind loves to get its teeth
Into problems
The same way that dogs love to chew bones
As labels and catagorizations and stereotypes
Get in the way of you and God
While in a glass house
It is our nature to love to throw stones
As the word love has been degraded
In spaces between
Where transitions have their work
In continuity
Where these problems will challenge our ingenuity
And I have found new freedom in these new ways
How to deal with it
All hoping to take my music with me
Back to the shopping mall
That will serve as a stage
In the world of new wonders....










Weak Tea Strong
1-9-11


Fragments of coagulated milk
Float to the surface of a weak cup of tea
As I find ways to keep my mind in check
So that I can learn to be more free
Your mind uses you when you let it run rapidly
Like rivers to the sea
Of which mud deposits form indiscriminately
Where ones feet are trained
To sink on the instant when you start to think
As you find appealing less comely
Members that stink
As you become aroused
With imperfection...










Reprieve
1-11-11


Yesterday was a do nothing day
Ordained by God for rest
Upon my bed of roses
Where I listen to radio commentaries
About David, Paul and Moses
I am the bush burned but not consumed
Only so that I might come out greener
And stay that way all year round
To join the pines and spruces
To coffee and tea
And be whom God made me to be
And that is Me....

dates and figs

Dates And Figs
10-25-09


We try our taste at chitterlings
Known as the intestines of pigs
There is no plan to continue
But the eating of dates and figs
This suffering is fair
For there is something better to follow
I commit myself to the law of truth
Entering soon middle age
But I still call it youth
Can't live our lives by luck
Yet sometimes this is the only way
There's more to life than a good fuck
As only it seems
This is all I have to say....






Still Set On The King James
10-25-09


Still set on the King James
even when introduced with the new
The Proverbs serve as new and old games
As the doctrine is the glue
I'm getting stuck
But what the fuck
I may as well get hit by a truck
There is a choice to cry for assistance
Or keep my mouth shut
When futile becomes all resistance
With memories of table top
Miss Pacman at Pizza Hut
This is my dark side
I am well advised
To try to have fun with it..










Punk For A Day
10-25-09


I was listening to Grateful Dead
And I heard a voice to slow down
What are these voices
But in my head
Tonight I'm sick
 But Lord willing tomorrow I go to town
We can say that it's an evil world
But this is no way to think
Seems I have the wrong priorities
I care for nothing but the kitchen sink
Today was the holiday
Of being a punk for the day
As still I dream of oceans uncertain
And stepping barefoot upon a manta ray...










Punk For A Day (Part 2)
10-25-09


Respect nothing
But I mean no disrespect
I get a hard on in hopes to resurrect
Most musicians know only self abuse
They need to play even more songs
Under the influence of the same grape juice
I try to recollect on how such a thing I used to love
I'm a punk for a day
With no good reason to rise above
I have no respect
But I mean no disparaging disposition
My computer has crashed
So I am sent out on this mission...






























Notoriety
10-25-09


Blow it off
Heat up a plate of beef stroganoff
Thy palate has become of variety
Twisted up in the illusion of further desire
In a spiritual sense
In have reached notoriety
I once hear a lass say
That God can be anything you choose
I've become a degenerate
Quite disparaging
To know we learn
A whole lot more when we lose
I begin to understand why folks
Want to end their lives
Before they get old
But I don't really mean it...










Tweet, Tweet
10-25-09


I recall the days when rebellion was so sweet
Now I have a fucking conscience
All he knows to say is, "tweet, tweet"
On a pedestal both low and high
Like a silly fool again
I'm left asking why
I'm going to need a shot
Just to feel alright
Yet it's just another bad state of mind
In my most uncertain night
I have a bottle in store
But I pretend that I have nothing remaining
Tortoise and hare are racing
As it is the slug that is gaining
I thrive now upon hopelessness.....

Gherkin

Gherkin
6-18-11


For the record
Saturn is the god of agriculture
In the present tense
And not as something I need patiently wait for
And I dip my soul into the water
Like it were a fire to burn away
All that is undesirable
Learning the tricks of my own profession
Of love and all of its forms
In the passing of my time
Rejoicing every hour
On the hour
Yet to learn of my new
Present tense power
Where I taste of the gherkin
And drink tonight her juices
Mingled with mustard seeds
That wait for me....






















Platinum
6-18-11


Live's second album goes platinum
As if this were only yesterday
Where the prized possession
Of my past pertains to today
As I am washed upstream
To return to meditation
Hoping and praying to abide
And remain submerged in warm waters
Where I capture beautiful minnows
To add to my menagerie
And it's all good
Where platinum is made
From stone and wood....










Latest Quantum Leap
6-18-11


She says good thinking
And that I passed the test
As I hope to remember not to get attached
To her name that makes in more real
While in love I yet invest
In going west
My life is Now
And the name is merely a raft
I ride upon in deeper seas of meaning
Where the music video takes effect
Where I can work with anything
Even when I choose not to sleep
Upon seas dark, vast and deep
In my latest quantum leap...










Jesus Eats With Sinners
6-18-11


First Corinthians
Is a bad medicine made sweet to the taste
In its wisdom
Even when it's something that stings
My ears with the church bells
I need to overcome
Willing and able in spirit
To tolerate even things that are said to be vain
But felt as sacred
Where I give my cat a kiss
On her black lips
Given all of her beauty
In that I'll inhabit my body
To its fullness....










Vespid
6-18-11


Loving the Vespid as my goddess
On this night of devotion
To even the mermaid in the ocean
I give her my legs to walk back to my bed
Of transcendental meditation
In my befriending of all beings
Both sentient and intricate
In the nature of my beautiful Soul
As unconditional love is practiced
In all that I endure and forbear
And I must say
That I love even the fornicators
Because it is what Jesus would have done
And by no means
Am I any better than they.....










Her Package
6-19-11


Taking my time this morning
Knowing that today is the day
To dwell in the bliss
In my own body odor
As a fetish by which to transcend
My fears of the unknown
Drinking my morning coffee over my smoke
Taking my time this morning
Where another personal record is broke
For all I need is now
Where the what will come
In the same package
As the how
And today it is her package
As I dwell in her subtle socks
Of my beautiful feet
I thank God for
As I take my time this morning...

humbled

Humbled
2-28-10


I cry out to God
Yet the past times will transpire
Little girl says I ought to go back to penmanship class
And I will be burned in the fire
She said that I was a thumb sucker
And I say I am no better than a motherfucker
There, it is said
As I suppose I'd be better off dead
There must be a better life than this
Where it is easier to say
That ignorance is bliss....










My Fault
3-1-10


It's my fault
It's too late
Was what I said
After the days when I was taught
That it was great
It's my fault
Yet I say it all upon the cross
I humble myself
So that God will exalt
Counting as winnings all of my loss
If I lose I win
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
In my Easter basket of chocolate and sin
So I go right to it
Open up the foil and chew it
And such is a blessing
I count amongst thousands...












Used To Be Afraid
3-1-10


I used to be afraid to mention the word Satan
Yet I develop a more open mind
To consider Paylon, Obama and Peyton
Putting on my thinking cap
An old cowboy hat that looks like crap
This place is a mess
But it's still my home
This is both my office and my pleasure dome
This is also my comfort zone and my shrine
Where I will plunder brass in my gold mine
I used to be afraid of the Buddha statue
In a Chinese restaurant
Yet now I can choose
A darker and bolder font...












Always wanting more
3-1-10


Peter said to them
Repent and be baptized
Yet we ought to consider where is our heart
And just what is our possession prized
Loving to do what I do with dollars few
It seems we are always left wanting more
As one can yet be inwardly a Jew
To see it all as both filthy and pure
It all starts with a menial tasting
Yet I consider this
Neither as squandering or wasting
Where we get what we pay for...










Denizen
3-1-10


Consider the denizen
The regular and the resident
As the next McDonalds customer
Just might be the president
And all I have in my possession is tonight
Praying my requests to prove it till daylight
Twelve hour to bide
To wonder is there love in this pride
According to the Scripture
This answer is no
But we take our chances in order to grow
Eight glasses remain
Yeah, this lifestyle is insane...










A Bird Watch
3-1-10


May us get out our telescope
To observe the flicker and the woodpecker
May us find a brand new hope
To go to the fast food joint
For a triple decker
As still I watch Scooby Doo
To wonder were they potheads
Such a thought made me laugh
To give a chance to my tasting of foreign breads
So I meddle with my cat to seize the day
When the Spirit makes its own utterance
When I know not for which to pray
Yet I will press on just the same..

bricks

Bricks
6-7-10


The remnant shall return
Unto the mighty God
Even in times when homes
Were not built with bricks of sod
And saying I'm too old is like a cuss word
When all that is yet to be is absurd
The remnant shall return
And the naïve shall yet learn
As the high tech citizens
Have their CD's to burn
The remnant shall come back
Where they find gain in what they lack
As the remnant shall claim
All of which they lost
Where we conduct studies
Of the Passover and the Pentecost
The remnant shall return...








Destruction And Construction
6-7-10


Their indignation shall cease
And mine anger in their destruction
As in war we will make peace
And on the main roads
So put to work is construction
As tobacco is purchased for the paltry price
As such will be the least of every vice
Their indignation shall stop
As that which is yet to be
Is as the cash crop
And in their indignation
There shall come a pause
Where that which is according
To our laws
Selah....










Sheep And Snakes
6-7-10


Looking to Samaritans
Superstitious
Looking to Pharisees
Both hypocritical and malicious
As what we know is not always what it seems
As what we believe will be contrary
To our hopes and dreams
O, what do we do
when words will no longer suffice
O, what will we say
When we see the need to pay our price
Looking to believers
To hope that they've got it
Looking to the faithful
To see that they lack what it takes
Where we compare the sheep with the snakes....












Eraser
6-7-10


It seems as hypocrisy
To wear a cross necklace
With a beer t-shirt
As in such a contradiction
I might get hurt
It seems wrong to sin like such
And to say I am a man of purity
Will eat his pork and ham
It seems a contradiction
To say that I Am
Yet still commit sin
As in the places where I lose
Indeed I will win
Taking the chalk eraser into my hand
As he that rubs it out will be chosen to understand
It seems as opposition
To be yet say not
But what can we do
But apply what we've been taught....












Belitung
6-7-10


It comes to pass
In that day
That his burden
Shall be taken off thy shoulder
As so is past the month of May
As now we bear the weight of our boulder
As we see our visions of the island of Belitung
As we are yet to express songs that are yet unsung
And I look to my cat to see her eyes opened wide
As in this life we are subject to esteem and pride
It comes to pass in that day that life begins
Following the month of May
It comes to pass
That newly mown will be our grass...










Incommensurable
6-8-10


We are yet to counterbalance
Counteract and compensate
We are yet to practice love
Even in the face of hate
We are yet to see our way out
Yet to find what such is all about
And tomorrow I will not have what I need
As tonight I feast on birdseed
As things are incommensurable
To measure or compare
As life is just as short
As the shaved locks of my hair
And we look at the Samuel Adams advertisement
To see that we will want more
When granted our wish
As we are not satisfied
When provided our dish...

cleansed

Cleansed
11-13-10





I walked away and said that I didn't know
I could not make out what he said
Soon to dive into my pool
To be brought back from the dead
I can understand a little better right now
That I'm washed clean by filth
To be made clean again
Yet to make a cat toy from my pen
She wasn't very attentive
She lost interest in playing that
Long ago...










Room To Learn
11-13-10


If I figured it all out
There would be nothing there for me to find
As I stand in the shadow of my doubt
In order to give more work to my mind
It all works out for the better and best
As so in knowledge
I will invest carnal knowledge
That is as well spiritual and profound
Accustomed to believe by faith
That I am heaven bound....










Exposed And Clad
11-13-10


To be exposed to Scripture
Is to be clad in the armor
For when we step out into the battle
Where the shepherd tends to sheep, mules and cattle
Multitasking while taking heed
Not to step in the excrement
That serves as fertilizer
Where I don't lose it
When I see an ad for Budweiser
Staying out of bars
Better off taking my shuttle to Mars
To find what I lack if I stay behind...








Living Miracles
11-13-10


Tuning into Utah and Notre Dame
To say that I like things to remain the same
I check my laundry at half past three
Quarters in numbers go down
It is meant to be
It's a good investment
To get my clothes clean
When I am out to seek
What all of these things can mean
My cats are living miracles
My younger one always reclines at my left
Taking a deep breath every thirty-two bars
On the base cleft
Practicing meditation
Without expecting to improve
When there are no rules
And nothing to prove...










To Learn More When You Lose
11-13-10


Unto my God
I am made a king and a priest
Yet I still take the humble seats
When I go to the feast
The fighting Irish are having a lousy year
They finally found a team they could beat
No contempt intended here
When one learns a whole lot more in defeat
Trust not in wisdom
Such is vanity
For it is the Spirit of God
That brings about my sanity
Where I lose it
And find it once again...










A Parallel Truth
11-13-10


She said I needed to save myself
It really made me think
Leading to my prayer and supplication
How will I accomplish such
But to with God keep in touch
My faith still remains within the cross
Where the trial will serve as my crutch
And now that the second half begins
I forget all about my sins
And go on as if I have liberty
To do those things that make me who I am...

rediscovery

Rediscovery
1-2-12


Great gifts await
At the crossroads of now and later
Where I discover again my beloved alligator
He knocks at my door to give me opportunities
To bestow mine abundance
In where I am blessed
Where I return to my counsel
Where situations are to be addressed
Acknowledged
And therefore conquered
To refine my integrity
In all of this....








New Color
1-2-12


The color of the Lord
Is the secret for all to know
Excluding not the castaways
Noble is his sight
In the impartiality of his unfailing compassion
So I toll the bell before I rest
To claim my prize
Checking in at the door to yet more
And still maintain a nature pure
In the many stages of my writing
By a post holiday Christmas tree
Multicolored lighting....












Comeback
1-2-12


Out of the abundance of my heart
My mouth speaks
Where I can know God's pleasure
In the thing I do by the pen no longer idle
Set into motion after a period of cessation
Coming back strong
With another new song I sing
As a token of my praise
And God knows I do this
For all of my days
In the dedication of my gratitude....












Experience
1-2-12


Today we could not see the wind blow
As manifest are only the things
In the storm tossed to and fro
As an experience to refine us
To make us to know
And what we come to learn
May us apply it to the life
That is being shaped
Like clay in God's hands
Where those dull sighted
Now are given to at last understand....








I Am Here
1-4-12


I am here
And that is all that matters
Where one gathers and another scatters
In the observing of the frolicking
About given new faith
In the face of doubt
Of which light shines upon
Where you can always change the road you're on
Where sugar is sufficient sustenance
To survive in subtle scenery
Of what can be seen and understood...








More That Existential
1-4-12


There is a time to keep silence
And a time to speak
With a broad scope of insight
In all I seek
Where God resists the proud
And exalts the meek
And I am here today
To learn of ways to simply be
Yet there is more to love than the existential
Where there is a risk
Yet as well a reward
For all heartache
Dissolved into peace
As the fruit of what exhorts...

triumph

Triumph
11-28-09


May us have triumph in tragedy
May us have our success
In our strategy
And we count the crumbs of our crème pie
As we see the solution
And need not ask how or why
May us have victory in our defeat
As we rejoice in having something more to eat
May us know our winning in all loss
As we look to our teeth
Yet to brush and floss
May us have triumph
In tragedy....










Death Is But A Shadow
11-28-09


Death is but a shadow
Where the grave has no more power
Life is in the light
When we can pray for one whole hour
Death is but a doubt
Where the grave has no more light
As outside of the city
We stand without
Where faith will give way into light
Death is but a darkness in the night
As life is but a conflict
Both dark and bright
Death is but a shadow
Where the grave has no more dominion...


















Recommendations
11-29-09


Today everything has its way of working out
To state that chapter six of Matthew
Is what it's all about
I recommend that you check it out for yourself
To give readers understanding to all other books upon the shelf
So later tonight I take up Walt Whitman's
Leaves of Grass
To take in another symphony
Zeroing in on the sections of strings and brass
Two balls on my tree so far
As I wait patiently
For the evening star...










Genesis Is Awesome
11-29-09


It is said that the word quit
Is another word for free
But I am just beginning
With my new Christmas tree
Genesis is awesome
So said a class comrade
In my old school
When some less enthusiastic
Would only say that it is cool
We need our new beginnings
To redeem at the counter all our winnings
Cash in and walk away two hundred dollars richer
And fill with ice cubes our juice pitcher
To whet my palate
And get another celebration started...












Feist
11-29-09


We have a choice to use such a word as feist
To be an epithet
Describing a mongrel dog
As all language is set in place by Christ
And into the Nile so leaps another bullfrog
Jeremiah lamented
Apostle Paul has repented
I think of those who put me to work
Like the fire we kindle
When we put on another log
Work is good even when it is a burden
And a weight
When I make a vow
That I will not hate...










Touching Up On My English While Using French
11-29-09


Mighty to drink wine
O, have I become a reprobate
Has God given me up to the destruction of the flesh
Or has he given me another clean slate
I am unworthy of eternal life
But it is the good Lord that still has grace
So I take up again the box cutting knife
To flip the coin bearing the edifice and the face
Even the best billiard player misses
Even the loser will partake in his double kisses
As it is time to touch up on my own form of English...

laundry

Laundry

5-17-12


On this dirty laundry day
I come clean to take action
For my procrastination
Spinning the wheel of better karma
As the garbage truck rolls in
With the sound of our making progress
In the life today
Even in the insignificant accomplishments
Determined to fill in these empty spaces
Of the time at hand
On this dirty laundry day
I make due with the loose change
That in my pocket remains....








Seventy-five Percent
5-17-12


Three bags washed and dried out
Of four is not so bad
When I get something done for a change
Taking consideration of time consumed
Where the mystery of the invisible
Is yet to be uncovered and exhumed
As this good land
Is given to the man
That still seeks to understand
Doing his work with his own hand
Three bags out of four
Is quite acceptable
In limits I set upon today's quota...










Preference
5-17-12


Yet to contend with my Amorite persona
And my Arabian nocturnal nature
Of loving the dark
And preferring today's baseball games
Like a graven image
Not in a physical sense
Carved out of stone and wood
Where we define not a matter
In terms of bad or good
Yet to wrestle with this determination
And cease to make haste
To get to where I'm going
Sitting Buddha style
In the place where I write
Plowing on through my sweet corn
Into the night....










Secret Weapon
5-27-12


I do the thing
That I say that I cannot do
Just to say that indeed I can
Testing out these new ears
With another aspect in being a new man
I look back to writing this
And I resent the direction
I once waked on the road
To nostalgic memories
Of a nightmare that comes true
Just so that I might get through
To the me in what is you
Making it possible to channel the energy
To do something constructive
With such darkness
Used for the good of the light...










I'm Not In It To Win
6-2-12


Voice inside tells me
This is a fight I cannot win
But I'm not in the game to dominate
Nor interfere
But to serve and to intercede
In any way that I am able
In the power of this gift
Of the poetry
In that I reach out
To a true friend
To exercise the love at hand
Left with a voice of higher consolation
Telling me that indeed I am
In that God's love is real....










Triumph
6-2-12


In my thousand nights of wine and excess
I would thrive on madness and sorrow
Seeming to be glad that I went there
To a place up north
Beautiful and sweet
Like the love of my God
That is with me today and always
Turning over to the notes I took on the book of Nahum
Such a minor prophet
That which I seek the gist
Of the meaning available
Of words that go down like honey on bread
For another thousand nights
Where triumph is tasted
In the new wine
In the form of where
This sorrow meets all joy...

wasted

Wasted
8-5-13


Superfluous bananas are discarded
In the lack of a morning meal
Wherein by such karma
I spin another Monday wheel
Of superfluous portions
More than enough
Where the road ahead is smooth
In that such is rough
Of superfluous serenity
Of which I choose to be content
With no longer chasing
The state of my ecstatic pursuits
In that I am satisfied
With the simplicity of well being
Just the way that it comes
With my Phil on drums...




















Unavailing
8-5-13


Enfeebled and wasted
In my past tense sweet Zinfadel
Tried and tested
By my three year achievement of sobriety
Not the easiest way to walk
In the new ways of ambling and staggering
Back to the work at hand
In that which I prophesy in part
Enfeebled and wasted
Where debilitated
In that I am loved and therefore hated
Where every drop matters of the seed
The restless consumer yet scatters
Enfeebled and wasted
To serve as the trial yet at hand...










Engross
8-5-13


Engrossed and in the flow
That which I come to know
Up against the windshield
Of another Fed Ex truck
By which my faith doth grow
Reading again in the minor prophets
By my pleasurable itch
Upon my great toe
To acquire large quantities
Of excess leftover grace bestowed
Upon those that still yet seek
Where the humbled are exalted
Where blessed are the meek
Wherein we are strong
In that we are weak....








































Absorbed
8-5-13


Absorbed in stratovarious sessions
That begin another poetic and prolific day
Where I set my pen free
Over herbs and black Cavendish
And all of such luxuries
In raw turnips and eggplant stir fries
By the lows of all highs
In no need to inquire of the whys
Grooving to the new beat
New to me
Yet according to such release
An artifact of authenticity absorbed
In such a curiosity
To serve as the idol
Of my conscious choice...








Condoned
8-5-13


Expletives and intensifiers
Are condoned in a poetic sense
Of natural utterances
Of our reaction to such stigma we yet face
Where all words are meaningful
In that we learn the language
Of such irate venting
Into empty spaces
Of our thin air of abusive language justified
In the way that we feel
In that we find
That all of this drama
Is indeed real
Of expletives and intensifiers
To express that which we stir up
In the sediment
Of what lies in the real me...










Positional
8-5-13


Mentioning not names
Scholars once again read
From the epistle of James
To crown our queens
And our dames
Mentioning only positions
Of this eminence in what's yet to come
Where the humbled are exalted
As the base drum struck
To make the sound of sonorous sovereignty
Of salvation according to all that is subtle
In all of this
That is here and now...

observation

Observation
1-1-09


When I was baptized
God had a purpose for me
To not give up my rock and roll
As I conclude that no matter what I hear
God will always have my soul
Nothing can pluck his sheep
Out of his right hand
May us be true to ourselves
And prosper in what we are given
To understand
Last cup of wine
May it come to pass
There are more grapes upon this vine
And for cattle to graze
There is greener grass
Music and coffee
For us to avail
Two out of three ain't bad
May our treasure be in knowledge
That will not fail
May us be happy
Even when we are sad....
















Nothing Fake
1-1-09


A product can be an imitation
Yet according to reality
It is not fake
Our sense of taste has its limitation
Yet God in his glory has made no mistake
Purchased a new computer
Such an intervention was not coincidence
As it is said it is not of faith
When it makes perfect sense
We wonder can gluttony take the place
Of ones winery habit
We wonder can we be yet enlightened
With the taste of the flesh
Of a deer or a rabbit
Tomorrows responsibilities
May us knock them out one by one
Take no thought of futilities
May us celebrate the rising of another sun....












I Welcome Gabriel
1-1-09


The chamber was in confusion
My quarters in my future are in order
Perfection is more than fantasy and illusion
Don't need to flee to the New Jersey border
Such a land we might think of as swamps
Yet much of it as suburbs of peace and beauty
If I ever go there again
I ask of God just what will be my duty
Someone throws your gospel tract in the trash
So may us try, try, try and try again
The seeds we scatter by the wayside
Will be as fodder and forage to an idle pen
May all ambitions be guided by the Spirit of God
May we see it as familiar
And no longer as odd....










Analogy
1-1-09


I am like Phil Collins
Dashing back and forth
From the drum set to the microphone
Industrious in such a passion
I'm not alone
Can a fine dancer be as a financer
And we quote things we want to hear
Can the Savior serve as well as the necromancer
We wonder is anger the brother of fear
I am as the Poet dashing back and forth
From the computer application to the page
I am a fortunate soul
To see that my rib cage is not my prison cage
I salute all artists
Even the abominable and the base
I take heed to all music
To know that there is so much more
In store in God's grace...






















Merchants of Tarshish
1-1-09


Sheba and Dedan
As the merchants of Tarshish
May we run our own market
Of candy, beef and fruit and fish
May us buy by the pound
May by our greatest desire
Be content and sound
Not only satisfied
But thankful in our precious souls
May our education have no flaws or holes
May us take the bull we catch
Even when it is likened to our hell
May us strike the sulfur of another match
Accept the fire and brimstone
In stories we are yet to tell
So I will read on
Of Faust and Mephistopheles
Photograph of an infant for a bookmark
For whom I get down on my knees...










Ode Inspired By Faust
1-1-09


God will answer prayer
But the devil grants wishes
I write these poems upon my chair
Soon to partake in raw bait fishes
Still I seek
I am humbled to the degree of the poor and meek
Consider not the value of the elephant tusk
Or the eagle's beak
The past is a treasure
Yet we must not allow it to hinder us
Or hold us back
Memories are as a treasure
Yet we as people cannot make one hair white or black
The wine is now depleted
In the night I work on the sharpening
Of mine instruments....

all

All
6-26-10


All Scripture is profitable
Even when it doesn't seem to make sense
Yet still I try to whitewash
My front yard garden fence
In my own symbolic way
I blur my eyes to see straight
As only circumstance will I hate
All Scripture is profitable
Even when I don't understand
Like nourishment to the Soul
Whether I'm mining gold
Silver or even coal
She won't let me down......




















It's Insane To Be Normal
6-26-10


I can say I'm thankful
For what I've got
But in my soul I still need more
Utter madness as usual
This is all part of being normal while impure
Never mind the words that you overhear
When paranoid about drinking another beer
I can look back on this and laugh
Never bothering to count the cost
Or do the math
Paranoia about the corporate
It's all part of Real
So called real life and living...








I'm A Survivor Of The Blues
6-26-10


We never get used to it
There are challenges in each and every day
When it's all about experience
And not about the pay
Walking down new avenues
I'm a survivor of the blue collar blues
Yet I haven't even started yet
So I say so be it
Before it's too late
And I shout Halelujiah
Even when I stink
As when it comes to politics
I'm still red and pink
Dad says that being mental is not an excuse
I take this as positive criticism
Yet not abuse...










A Kind Rhyme
6-26-10


There is liberation in confrontation
In a place where there are no rules
Where a man has not a right to judge
The wise from the fools
Terrified of what is yet to be
This is not a way to walk in
There is freedom in bondage
If I can see it this way
Even when laden down in sin
So far the voices have been kind
Where I eat the orange and set aside its rind
They tell us not to get too close
But it is better this way
When one is morose....










I Fall Short
6-26-10


I fall short
On the past tense tennis court
When I am told to hold down the fort
Whatever that means
Staying at the table to finish my greens
Never liked the ides of believers being sheep
When all they are are followers
And medicine swallowers
There will be a new plan
Upon unknown territory
Where I taste of the heaven and hell
And so called purgatory
Needing to learn to laugh all over again
And take less seriously
My work and my pen
I fall short
Therefore I am worthy to exhort...












To Hope Against Hope
6-26-10


A brother asks me how I am doing
And I say pretty good
For the fact that I'm alive
And for the fact that I made it to the hour of five
Some say that I'm only cheating myself
Others say I'm wasting my time
But fuck them all
I don't see why I even try to make it rhyme
So I sit around scratching my ass
And picking my nose
Yet I said that tonight anything goes
A sad situation
And therefore in the long run glorious....










O, How?
6-26-10


Going there
Even if I might not like what I hear
Yet it says as well
That there is nothing we ought to fear
A contradiction so it seems
Where I am given an answer in my dreams
Another contradiction on my behalf
Wishing that once again I could cry and laugh
Going there
I read again the book of Judges
Trying to put out of my mind all grudges
And I car, O, how
And I accept all that god will allow....

inception

Inception
10-14-13


Turning to my God with all my heart
In this fasting and weeping
Where life so flourishes
Upon the surface of a death that is yet creeping
Seeing the situation as a gift of my God
For whom I am praising and leading
Where the sun and moon go dark
And the stars refrain from their shining
But still we can see our Way in this inception
Of new beginnings and clean slates
Where we can wake and start afresh...










Fast
10-14-13


In that the word fast
Can be used as a noun
Such is called into its Being
Amongst men of renown
Given another Monday afternoon
Of eating nothing save the manna
In the word that can grow loathsome
To those whom are sickly satisfied
This is for what I pray today
This will be my request
To inquire, O, what is it?










Sun
10-14-13


Call me the sun
The brother of rain
In that what we are after
Is not the thing to try to obtain
Seeing that I am well
By whence I might be insane
Call me the burning bush
The image of the grove
Call me the stone
Which becometh the head of the corner
Call me the marrow of my own backbone
To yet strengthen that which remains
In that I am that just what I am
O, I Am...














On Joel 2:13,14
10-14-13


Rending my heart and not my vesture
Blowing my trumpet
In the valley of light
To shine upon my gross darkness
So that such must dissipate
Being scattered like the seeds
In a fertile field
By the Way of the Spirit
To which I yield
expecting success
Three hours from now
That pertains to the present moment
Rending my heart and not my garment...












These Words Not In Vain
10-14-13


The sun hath turned to darkness
And the moon into blood
Where our God so promised
Not to destroy the earth again by the flood
Where his Spirit is poured out
Upon our daughters that prophesy
Teaching the truth to tutors in their tenacity
Where young men see visions
And old will dream dreams
Seeing that which has been written here
Will not be in vain...










Request Of Faith
10-14-13


Praying for my faith to go a long way
So that I might know of good success today
And so that I might know just what I might say
Going out two hours from now
With opprobrium and reproach
Using what is vile
To be made as ones silver and gold
Of all alchemic pursuits
To know of virtue
In all that I want to do about it...








Tributary
10-15-13


Becoming tributary
Yet to thrash and trounce
Of this resistance
Of which I hope to renounce
Happy now that I got out to obtain
My avacados and blueberries
Yet to thrash and trounce
In becoming as tributaries
Where the servant is the loftiest title of all
Next to the child
That learns to stand tall
By my resin and my lac
In that we see
That we won't go back....

bittersweet

Bittersweet
7-5-12


Astonished for the remainder of the afternoon
Spending time in prayer
To start fresh again
With my coffee and the morning news
Where most of what I am afflicted from
Is of my own doing
Where I wish I could break through the walls
That environ the gardens
Where the weeds are permitted to grow
With the flowers and strawberries
Given victory in their bitter sweetness
In using more force than what is necessary
In a need to slow down the tempo
Of such a task at hand...


























Staying Cool
7-6-12


The highroad and the low road intersect
At the junction of Memory and Main
With the expedient as a means
To an end of a new beginning
Where I spend my day in another book
Captivating in its meaning
Of the life we define
As what lies beneath every situation
Where I stay cool and hydrated
In this heat wave...










Simplicity
7-6-12


In the simplicity and innocence
Of love and peace
We justify all that is liberal
Entitled to our left wing philosophies
Because Jesus loved as such quite much
And by the playing of another bootleg concert
I pass the late morning
In that it's early
In the simplicity of the present moment....












Cruse
7-6-12


I bring my king a new cruse of oil
In the form of my enthusiasm and sincerity
Towards the retaining of the word I refer to
From the first book of Kings
In a new sense of song
Where the dove perches upon lower branches
As she sings
Referring to the notes
I once took on Elijah
Taking no thought
Of an empty stomach
In knowing that today
God provides....




















Crouse
7-6-12


Crouse and brisk
Is the Spirit
That flows through those willing
To take that risk
In such a hidebound technique
Of incorporating new words
Into ones mouth
Having not the right to traduce
These traditionalists
I don't know why I wrote this poem today
I just did....












Half Page Of Thanks
7-7-12


I thank you Lord for another day
And for the shelter from these elements
Quite harsh
In the heat wave
Of this early July
Where I don't need to know just why
When I know of the Who
In Jesus whom I know
According to the Spirit
That accompanies the flesh....

residuum

Residuum
9-2-14


Of my residuum
And of her residue
I find my way but it's nothing new
There's plenty more where that came from
Cut the bullshit
In looking for an open door
On you I will not quit
O, quit ye like men
For peace and for war
By the ability to but recover
As resilience against adversity
All buoyance
Try it on
I think you'll like it
O, why do you look so sad
O, look alive
And please don't go mad
Of my residuum
I am what I Am by his grace....


















Mangrove
9-2-14


Springing back to its original form
To yet resile
It scares me half to death
But I will hang in
But for a little while
You can't go on like this forever
By the simplicity of your new endeavor
I go great lengths
To explore my threshold of pain
As I am one to say that indeed I can take the rain
By the mangrove of my mange
We want to sing out
O, home on the range
Springing back to its original form
To yet resile
I set up one shepherd over them...




















Four Years Sober (Good Job)
9-2-14


So much wasted
And this moment keeps slipping away
As one to say that indeed I have tasted
Led not afar nor led astray
I will make with them a covenant of peace
Yet lofty I will pray and not cease
It's time out for you my man
And to reevaluate the lease
I see my cup of Joe half full
Like notes that fall gently
Like rain by my post Labor Day blues
I am not one to say
That I can take the news
So much wasted
O, are we on the same page
Of sweet wine yet tasted....










On Ezekiel 34:24
9-2-14


Raising up for another plant of renown
Keeping verb tenses simple
In the usage of my proper noun
Another toy, yeah, we'll destroy
It's time to get real
And to claim ones joy
Not ready for the counting crows
Yet still I am a crass and green boy
The world could use this beauty
And to be no more consumed with hunger
In that I have hopes to be getting older and younger
Wherein I cry out another little victory
To wander home through quiet streets....










The Free Thinker
9-2-14


I can see how this can be an issue
Pulling my nose hairs out
Without the use of a tissue
All of that coffee can't be doing you any good
Where a morsel makes all the difference in the world
And it's a lonely one at that
I can see how this can be a burden
You don't know me
O, stay away
Where an oracle confronts me there
O, how I pray
I am saved once and twice again
By the fluent flow
Of this fountain pen
It's a nice thought
May it not lead to emotion
Yet profound...

fresh oil

Fresh Oil
2-4-15


Life today seems like a dream
Wanting a bale but satisfied with a ream
As one to settle
Wanting to be as one to stretch
Where all prophesies cohere
By my thumbnail sketch
Choosing to keep my holiday lights on
As so I rise two hours before the dawn
As one to make the deal
In a higher state of consciousness
Beyond the way I feel
Sanctified and consecrated
My back pain did but heal
No longer idle nor barren
My roots reach deep
In fertile soil
As one to be anointed
With fresh oil...








All Prophesies Cohere
2-4-15


Ten days in the countdown
To my day of love
My courage and boldness
Will come from above
Endurance is the word
As the hawk can just as well
Fly with the dove
With prophetic words confirmed
But not to push or shove
Look deep inside
To each his own
To penetrate their smokescreen
And see through the selfish lie
And one day join them
Where I am welcomed with open arms
O, add to your faith virtue
And to virtue knowledge
A lesson we all can learn
Without a need to go to collage
This is my dream tonight
To join them
I think we can see you....




























Change Of Plans (For The Best)
2-4-15


My next four books already have titles
Foreordained
I overdo it just a tad
Refined in that I am pained
Rendered sacred by the divine presence
Glad that it has rained
According to Nu text
Like Nu metal in its refinery
To be an eyewitness of his majesty
I have much work to do
In much to be maintained
I wish this feeling I can share
On another bipolar hump day
I take not extra thought or care
Which you do well to heed the light
That shines in a dark place...










Expect A Miracle
2-4-15


O, grace is imparted
In territory uncharted
And places I never get to in real life
Planning new trips on my count map
Getting in shape for my lot and my hap
Where prophesy is confirmed
By fulfillment in part
And we are given utterance
To say O, thou art
Many will deny the redemption by blood
To expect a miracle
And get ready for a flood
I am given another stop sign
And a cue to set aside all books
And call it a night
For I have seen enough
As grace is sufficient
Not by our own might....












On First John 1:1,2 (look this up)
2-5-15


Back from another day at the coffee house bookstore
I had my coffee and tea
But was left wanting more
As one to steer clear tonight
Of my digital whore
Oft tempted
And no more as pure
That which was from the beginning
Which we have heard and seen
Will depend upon a new season
And trees that grow in green
The life was manifested
And it's not for us
To try to figure out what that can mean...








Lights On
2-5-15


Lights on at sundown
Still living on the outskirts
Of this godforsaken town
Bile is drained from my main vein
And I proceed
Even when it's insane
Another poem poorly written
These things I write to you
That your joy will be full
Unwise to try to be such a character
Whom penned these letters
I am meant to be just what God made
Just me
Walking in the light
Sitting on my sofa in the dark
As on cometh the night
In a need to stir up the gift
To reach new breadth, length and height....

nonlinear

Nonlinear
10-20-14


Its effects are nonlinear
It won't hurt to try to take it up
But O, what is it
I must emphatically inquire
By the ratio of its air to its water earth and fire
Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye
Come my affirmation of my latest entry
Come supplementary angles
That perch when they wish to fly
Coming to be as one to whisper
I will sell my soul for a good day
But O why
When I can have it all
In these longitudinal studies
Its effects are nonlinear
Come deep thoughts that comfort
And pondering to but console.....










Exercise
10-20-14


Given an assignment
To try to write more neatly
A seemingly impossible endeavor
That only seems to make it more illegible
But why
O, but why not
To find new meaning in rehashing
Come the art show at York collage
I didn't need to go there
Given this assignment
To slow down
And make the moment
Mean something to me
The worst that can happen
Is that I'll lapse back into complaisency
But so be it
Just as it is
I'm given this assignment
To but simply be
And just be me....










"Perfect For A Seminar"
10-20-14


Come the seminar on aerodynamics
And that of me to but fly
I've got to admit
That I'm a little bit confused
At the community meeting
That I decline from attending
Taking up my casual interest
In this sweet solitaire
Much abused in the valley in its dale
On stormy seas
I am one to set sail
Surely blessing I will bless thee
In that God doth never fail
It is impossible for God to lie
Of tuckahoes and sclerotiums
And this fungus found while heaven bound
To quality sound
I am what I Am
To attend the seminar
Where there is much to hear....










Hyphae
10-20-14


I tuck into tenacity
I vouch for this velocity
Of food and sweets on city streets
For devilled eggs and red beets
At the chime of eleven
For milk and strong meats
Of threadlike elements saving seats
Of hyphae and its mycelium
And steady beats
Quicken me according to thine word
Broken by trained personnel
Stop putting yourself down
The way that you do
Of what is gnostic and esoteric
I'd leave it alone if I were you
But O, I am Me
And tenacious I will be....










My Grouse
10-20-14


He was fitted with collar and chain
To make his wish for the good week ahead of him
In spite of storms and rain
Where princes kept the view
For pleasure and pain
And the wind begins to howl
But we keep it simple and plain
And I pray that these words have not been in vain
As a member of the early heretical and Muslim sects
Of his natural and corporeal existence
Pertaining to what cometh next
I pour another cup of coffee
Even when I might be afflicted
And much vexed
With much ado about nothing at all
And gallinaceous gazes
Upon my far west wall...










On Hebrews 6:19 (look this up)
10-20-14


Yeah, another shaving cut
No, not another vain and fruitless rut
Yeah, call it my if and and but
Yeah, may it be another dream
To frequent pizza hut
Galling and vexing
Which hope we have
And do not lack
As an anchor for ones soul
To but serve as the plan of attack
Yeah, its blood upon a wad of toilet paper
Steadfast and sure
To know that there is always much more
Of which enters into the veil
Which hope we have...