aromatherapy

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...