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....