trypanosome

Trypanosome
1-11-14


Of my trivial trypanosome
I renounce the sickness
That abides right next to the pleasure dome
Dead while I live If this is all I live for
Auspicious to be as ominous
By such an earth that is not my home
Making straight ones paths
Lest that which is lame
Will be turned out of the way
As so in these mid winter doldrums
I can know the month of May....





























On Hebrews 12:13 (look this up)
1-11-14


O, let it rather be healed
And to be one to know
To be sealed by the clementine
That is yet to be peeled
Digging deep for the sweetness at hand
Being one to come to understand
Following peace with all men in lowliness
Striking oil again
Amongst our desert sand
On this darkest day
Where our claim of this gold
Is worth twenty grand
O, let it rather be healed...








Looking On
1-11-14


Looking on diligently
Lest any man shall fail of this grace
Setting the Sprit of the Comforter
Right before ones face
Observing thoughts for what they are
When they tend to get in a race
Praying without ceasing
Rejoicing evermore
In everything giving thanks
In any state to be therewith content
Into the world today I am sent
Lest the root of bitterness doth spring up
Looking on diligently....








Reading Isaiah
1-11-14


The whole head is sick
And the whole heart faints
Taking up shovel and pick to dig deep
By the artists and his brushes and paints
Flipping back to the book of Isaiah
To be worthy to be named amongst the saints
By ones new moons and Sabbaths
And the calling of the assembly
I want to get back in there tomorrow
To see what our pastor has to say about it
Hear ye O heavens
And give ear O earth
In finding out again today
Just what this treasure is worth...








My Word Search
1-11-14


Seeking it carefully with tears
Turning back the pages to be one to face my fears
Choosing to hear that which seems quite unappealing
No longer to be as devoid of all feeling
Seeking the understanding before such a healing
By the half light of another cloudy Sabbath
Not to come to the mountain
That can be touched by infirmity
Which still burns with fire
For the prophet to boldly look upon
As such a sign
By the stars that doth align...








Incident On Third Street
1-11-14


Condemned was the outward religion
In feeding our peanuts
To the squirrel and pigeon
By these childhood remembrances
Of our city park
Across the street from the Strawberry Square
It is a time I would rather not ponder
In that it doesn't seem fair
In such a place
Where I had my first taste of Chinese food
Seeing that such a memory needs to be confronted
The Lord has spoken
To yet set the mood....