tutor

Tutor
1-4-14


We are no longer under a tutor
When faith has come to town
But I suppose it's nice to have one
She quit on me
Because I made a pass on her
When she was trying to explain quadratic equations
So I was left to my own devices
Of self fulfilling persuasions
Soon to be led closer to the truth
Where I count pushing forty
Still as my youth
Where this law shuts
All men up to the faith
As the only avenue of escape
From where I came from...








Gracious
1-4-14


The rule of the believers
Life is gracious and not legal
Like a bone sold in a petshop
To be given to man's best friend
His beagle by this multifaceted riff
That could not be sung by pigeon or seagull
Tossing a pizza crust aside
Like a rock star before hundreds of thousands
Yet taking pride walking further down the path to see a sign
Reading do not feed the birds
And by the end of the day
My pen was filled with these words....










On Galatians 3:28
1-4-14


There is neither slave nor free
There is neither male or female
For you are all one in Christ
In the elimination of opposites
To but unify them
Taking out deep sea fishing boats
Being as one to yet untie them
Heirs according to the promise
By expensive seashells
And the want to buy them
There is neither Jew nor Greek
According to these words I write today
That I still seek
As blessed are the humble and the meek
Walking back out the front door
To tell the preacher
Have a good week....












Smoking Wires The Brain
1-4-14


To be under the law is ones desire
Where the ego seeks out such a consuming fire
Wanting to, like a dog
Get its jaws into another problem
As deep as the sea
And as high as the spire
Chain smoking Pall Malls this afternoon
By this brain the nicotine doth yet wire
Putting on another archive
From nineteen seventy-three
That still doth serve as
The beginning of all that is me.....










Son
1-4-14


No longer a slave but a son
And if a son then an heir
Being one not afraid to care
In breathing in deeply the air
Serving those by nature called no gods
As of going astray
You would better the odds
Only so that you might come back
And acquire again the faith
You would yet lack no longer
No longer a slave but a son
And if a son than an heir
Finding it humorous to be forty years old
And my mother still buys my underwear
As such I just had to admit
Smoking a whole lot more
In trying to quit...