embark

Embark
8-1-13


Embarking upon the melancholy
To be an essential ingredient
Of the mind in times of release
Portrayed in music and literature
So that one might let it all out and silently shout
To write a rhyme of what it's all about
To nurture all of such unbelief and doubt
Embarking upon another tome
Of my variance of evolving styles
That constantly are under the change
Of my capricious chosen compassion
That keeps me intact...




















Innocuous
8-1-13


Innocuous smiles are emulated
By these pretenses
Of the happiness we hope to try to visualize
In times of dreariness
Yet we find that the melancholy
Has its place in our hearts
When Jesus even he was a man of sorrows
Where innocuous smiles
Serve as the illusion
For our choice of today's well being
Difficult to be put here in words
Seeing that such is formless
As something to be savored
Without due analysis
This is my latest thought
Of what can be in another day of deep thought
As the medicine ordered
By this great physician
Here, now and today....








Indention
8-1-13


Of my paragraphs indenting
Of beliefs digressing and dissenting
I find my way in praying for neighbors to find theirs
Coming up on my three years of sobriety
So far, O so successful
Expecting not a medal
In that I do it for just what it is
Seemingly hard to be put into words
Seeing such as the formless
Into the unmanifested
Of what we cannot grasp
With fleshly senses
Of paragraphs indenting
And beliefs digressing
And dissenting....










Boneset
8-5-13


Of fastidious feral feline friends
I confront my shadow once again
To confront my dead ends juxtaposed
In that such appear as parallels
In new ways to go west
Of my boneset roots that reach deep
Putting such words to their test
By my threescore and seventeen
With no need to know what this can mean
Of fastidious feral feline friends
Of which I set free
To see if they will come back to me...






















Quest
8-5-13


Quotidian quests
Are as bullet proof vests
Where the poet doth pass these tests
In cyclical obstacles that yet refine
Almost being three years
Without my glass of sweet wine
Where my only quota
Is my quotidian questions
To quibble and juggle my avacadoes
To devour just the way that they come
To have myself another prolific day
Of such a pen no longer idle
In such diligence
Of quotidian quests...










Tonic
8-5-13


Of my gentian tonic
I am an addict and a chronic
When it comes to the excess
Where I would rather simply confess
Than to repent
Seeing it time again to pay the rent
Going tomorrow to where I am sent
Going west again where much money is spent
Of my gentian clusters of such grace
I get much more than what I deserve
In the first place...