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Skylark
12-13-12




Yet to frolic and skylark
To comprehend how the light pertains
To hues more dark
In that the end of the day is closure
To the poets grown weary
Of prolific times of pouring oneself onto the page
Seen as empty yet made full
In the pouring out of our hearts
In words that we hope will reach the needy
Over a cup of mango
Melodies for the ears to taste
And the tongue to yet see...




















Ode To Fanatics
12-13-12




On a sunny day yet seemingly quite dark
I imagine a fanatic
Pulling off the memorization of the map
On the first page of the book I take up today
To get into the Christmas spirit
Knowing the comfort and joy of my abode
Destined to leave the Shire
By way of my Mount Zion Road
Asking blessing upon all such fanatics
Seeing a purpose in the kingdom
That resides inside of you and I....










My There And Back
12-16-12


It is said that when one returns to the Shire
He will not be quite the same
In that I saw came and conquered
The distance between my hideout
And those pursuits of the something more
To be available to those willing
To pack their bag
And leave to return again
With their plunder of Christmas blessings
Where it is said that when one returns to the Shire
He will not be quite the same...


















On Psalm 10:3
12-16-12


The wayward doth pride himself
In his heart's desire
And blesses the covetous in a revision
Of what I wanted to say
The same moment I took up this pen to parchment
As an instrument of testimony
Of where I came from
And to where I now eventually return
Lighting my pine scent candle
In the celebration of what is now
Setting my alarm to five in the morning
To initiate this inspiration
Just the way that it goes...












New Wine In Old Skins
12-16-12


With new wine and old skins
I make my way back to the vineyards of revelry
In these clouds of meandering
In the valley of greener hills
Of the joy I choose
For this given moment
Taking for my pocket a random stone
Found by a well known nostalgic garden
Where seeds are scattered for birds
That hover over the promise of another year
Inclining my ears to listen
For some newfangled melody yet to hear....