Flashback Of The Nineties
1-11-11
I compare these studies and contemplation
To an old man and an excercize bike
In an old R.E.M. video about Shiny Happy People
Among with which I wish to dwell
With a choice between love and happiness
And suffering with its hell
The choice is simple but not easy
Learning about how many can be of one mind
Yet still individual and diverse
In their gifts and administrations
We are not all missionaries
Besides each and every one of us
Must find God in their own way
Where I learn how not to cleave
In the here, now and today
Feasting on sexual chocolate
That I buy with my pay....
By Chance I Find It
1-11-11
We shake, rattle and jostle our coins to keep them bright
Where in my serendipity my faith under grace is half the fight
As by chance I find pearls in oysters
Yet to make prayer for those secluded in monasteries and cloisters
As they learn to live in other ways both rich and poor
In trying times and days
And this is somewhat me
Where I learn new ways to be free....
Let It Snow, According To Me
1-11-11
Let it snow, let it snow, so be it
I don't have to go
Giving me the opportunity
To put it into practice
Love and acceptance of that which is me
In what seems as the paradox but not a contradiction
These days more malleable
To conditions that are reduced to matters trivial
As part of God's plan
Experiencing new sensations
In my practicing of thinking right
As I am returned my confidence and optimism
As I witness my elder cat leap to the dilapidated window sill
That faces east to bring new hopes
Smoking disposable pipes in leisure
Under God's lenity and mercy
Passing another afternoon
By my faith and not alone....
A Bardo Poem
1-11-11
I read about how we have the opportunity
To experience death in this life
In what more such a word can mean
As we seek not to categorize the leaves brown from green
And in knowing this I can learn to have no fear of this transition
With this rendition of illumination that comes for free
Where I learn of new ways to see
As I come to the realization
Of new forms of myself and me...
Bringing It All Back
1-11-11
Sometimes I would rather not express myself
In ways concise or succinct
As I still have the desire to bring back
That which is prehistoric and extinct
Taking an interest in mammoths and mastodons
Making moves with my queen to capture all rooks and pawns
Knowing that life is so much more than just black and white
In a spiritual woodshop carving playing pieces into multicolored forms
Here a little, there a little
Getting better at it every day
In my diligent practice here, now and today.....
Emptiness, The Opportunity
1-11-11
Scribbling half a page of panic attack number three
Brought on by the marketplace
I like to call it instead my New Year emptiness
And opportunity to learn how to cope
While in God's grace there is hope
And I am satisfied with this....
No Mind
1-11-11
Putting on the thinking cap of no mind
Of which they call it in the Far East
As without a single morsel I have my feast
I'm getting better at it
There is no such thing as a waste of time
No matter what the chatter tries to tell you...
Monday, March 30, 2015
doers
Be Ye Doers
6-24-11
Yet to consider my meditation
With my objective to reclaim
The life from my mind
Back into my body inside
where all can transcend beyond form
Just to see about what I can do with it
Taking risks bold
Where the rest of it is yet untold
Where miracles are yet to unfold
Yet to travel to a place outside of time
Where it all begins...
Making The Best Of Being
6-26-11
I didn't care for counting calories
And O, my God
She is so beautiful
In a place where I choose to feel good
Before the good arrives
As a sailor upon stormy seas
Of being survivors
And I have all day today
For my poetry devotions
Making the best of Being
In magnified emotions
Upon story oceans
I don't care for counting calories or fat
For I am my own thin man
At my busy intersection
Of where I'm at...
What To Do With It
6-26-11
Praying that a brother gets what he needs
Given the power in my hand
To give today as my heart bleeds
And I seek to find out what to do with this new energy
And love of self and soul
And if I were richer I'd give it all away
And be paid in return sevenfold
Where I'd rather have the weather hot than cold
As this love will make me brave and bold
Given the entire day
To spend in these devotions...
More Studies
6-26-11
John Adams was the second president of the United States
I learn this diddy to find what the hippy loves
In all that he hates
Where a poet finds what he can do today
In what he destroys and creates
And the worst that can happen
Is that I'll be washed miles downstream
In another dark dream of stopping in for ice cream
With sensitive teeth
As I study the Eumenides
Know as the wing goddesses
Of tonight's loving affections....
Her Rivers
6-26-11
Worshiping beautiful secret places
Made well known in these pursuits
Overdoing it in Denver
Yet to let the river flow to the sea
With a cup of Joe
And doing here what I know
With nowhere today I need go
Yet to wade in the Assabeth
As if she were the Nile
Finding safer places to skim the tides of denial
Reclaiming acceptance as I renounce duality
So that tonight once more we can be as one...
On Hebrews 6:6
6-26-11
Yet to crucify to myself the Son afresh
With fields to yet cultivate and thresh
Gathering wheat in gardens in my high seat
Bowing down to kiss her beautiful feet
Slowing down the pace just a tad
To make room for tadpoles
That want to morph into bullfrogs
That infest the river banks
Where I prosper in that I give thanks
Where I will be hot for the less attractive
Of members less comely
In the filling again of tanks
To put in my extra miles
On turnpikes travelling west....
6-24-11
Yet to consider my meditation
With my objective to reclaim
The life from my mind
Back into my body inside
where all can transcend beyond form
Just to see about what I can do with it
Taking risks bold
Where the rest of it is yet untold
Where miracles are yet to unfold
Yet to travel to a place outside of time
Where it all begins...
Making The Best Of Being
6-26-11
I didn't care for counting calories
And O, my God
She is so beautiful
In a place where I choose to feel good
Before the good arrives
As a sailor upon stormy seas
Of being survivors
And I have all day today
For my poetry devotions
Making the best of Being
In magnified emotions
Upon story oceans
I don't care for counting calories or fat
For I am my own thin man
At my busy intersection
Of where I'm at...
What To Do With It
6-26-11
Praying that a brother gets what he needs
Given the power in my hand
To give today as my heart bleeds
And I seek to find out what to do with this new energy
And love of self and soul
And if I were richer I'd give it all away
And be paid in return sevenfold
Where I'd rather have the weather hot than cold
As this love will make me brave and bold
Given the entire day
To spend in these devotions...
More Studies
6-26-11
John Adams was the second president of the United States
I learn this diddy to find what the hippy loves
In all that he hates
Where a poet finds what he can do today
In what he destroys and creates
And the worst that can happen
Is that I'll be washed miles downstream
In another dark dream of stopping in for ice cream
With sensitive teeth
As I study the Eumenides
Know as the wing goddesses
Of tonight's loving affections....
Her Rivers
6-26-11
Worshiping beautiful secret places
Made well known in these pursuits
Overdoing it in Denver
Yet to let the river flow to the sea
With a cup of Joe
And doing here what I know
With nowhere today I need go
Yet to wade in the Assabeth
As if she were the Nile
Finding safer places to skim the tides of denial
Reclaiming acceptance as I renounce duality
So that tonight once more we can be as one...
On Hebrews 6:6
6-26-11
Yet to crucify to myself the Son afresh
With fields to yet cultivate and thresh
Gathering wheat in gardens in my high seat
Bowing down to kiss her beautiful feet
Slowing down the pace just a tad
To make room for tadpoles
That want to morph into bullfrogs
That infest the river banks
Where I prosper in that I give thanks
Where I will be hot for the less attractive
Of members less comely
In the filling again of tanks
To put in my extra miles
On turnpikes travelling west....
Sunday, March 29, 2015
parnassian
Parnassian
3-12-10
Many will see the Parnassian and the poetic
As to be rubbish and pathetic
As some say you need to back up your own words
When we get out our binoculars
To view high perching birds
Stick to your guns
Respect the monks and nuns
And you will be blessed with many new rising suns
As you'll end up with a sock drawer full of fives and ones
Where many will see the Parnassian and the versed
To be both among the blessed and the cursed....
Someday Never Comes
3-12-10
We say someday, someday
But it never comes
Still hung up on Larry Mullen Junior on the drums
And I chose my chain to hang halfway down my chest
As we will require dipping sauce
To eat out chicken breast
We say one day, one day
But it never comes to pass
As we wish it were rather summertime
To smell the newly cut grass
And the price of our watching late
Is our sleeping in till three
As a need to rest will make us wait
When indeed in this we are never set free...
What Am I Doing Here
3-12-10
The threshing floor will be full of wheat
As vats will overflow with oil
And we will be given plenty to eat
Where a snake is entitled to hide in his own coil
What am I doing here
But just letting Jesus take the wheel and steer
What am I doing here and now
As we look for milk in the modern day cow
And I wish I had a lover to which I could sing
Where love can overcome even death's sting
Where we choose between the scorpion and the wasp
Knowing not just what is worse....
Blue Moods And States
3-12-10
And still I seek the meaning of the Purple Haze
To gain motivation
Of what it is to change my ways
As in time I learn to deal with blue moods and states
Where I read of the seven things that God hates
And some will shave their eyebrows and eye lashes
As such is enough to bring on chills and hot and cold flashes
And I'm going to get a sunburn
Because I am pale white
So I break out the sunscreen
To know I'm in for a fight
So I pray for a miracle
To get my place back in order....
Chrome Yoke
3-12-10
Here and now
The game is the teacher
Yet to milk the cow
Where entertainment is carried out by the preacher
So I gaze at my crucifix hanging over my chest
To see equal my views of the east and the west
Here and now the book I read is the Way
To know that we need to work if we want to play
But I have no idea
And I haven't seen anything yet
As I look back on things that anyone would regret...
In The Middle Of A T.V. Dinner
3-12-10
My elder cat uses my dictionary for a pillow
As intellectual pursuits will be as my weeping willow
In the middle of a T.V. dinner
Not as thankful as I can be therefore a sinner
Trying to write my rhyme but still not satisfied
Can't get wise before my time
where I laughed in places where I should have cried
So now I partake in spaghetti and meatballs
With good and bad memories of Niagra Falls....
3-12-10
Many will see the Parnassian and the poetic
As to be rubbish and pathetic
As some say you need to back up your own words
When we get out our binoculars
To view high perching birds
Stick to your guns
Respect the monks and nuns
And you will be blessed with many new rising suns
As you'll end up with a sock drawer full of fives and ones
Where many will see the Parnassian and the versed
To be both among the blessed and the cursed....
Someday Never Comes
3-12-10
We say someday, someday
But it never comes
Still hung up on Larry Mullen Junior on the drums
And I chose my chain to hang halfway down my chest
As we will require dipping sauce
To eat out chicken breast
We say one day, one day
But it never comes to pass
As we wish it were rather summertime
To smell the newly cut grass
And the price of our watching late
Is our sleeping in till three
As a need to rest will make us wait
When indeed in this we are never set free...
What Am I Doing Here
3-12-10
The threshing floor will be full of wheat
As vats will overflow with oil
And we will be given plenty to eat
Where a snake is entitled to hide in his own coil
What am I doing here
But just letting Jesus take the wheel and steer
What am I doing here and now
As we look for milk in the modern day cow
And I wish I had a lover to which I could sing
Where love can overcome even death's sting
Where we choose between the scorpion and the wasp
Knowing not just what is worse....
Blue Moods And States
3-12-10
And still I seek the meaning of the Purple Haze
To gain motivation
Of what it is to change my ways
As in time I learn to deal with blue moods and states
Where I read of the seven things that God hates
And some will shave their eyebrows and eye lashes
As such is enough to bring on chills and hot and cold flashes
And I'm going to get a sunburn
Because I am pale white
So I break out the sunscreen
To know I'm in for a fight
So I pray for a miracle
To get my place back in order....
Chrome Yoke
3-12-10
Here and now
The game is the teacher
Yet to milk the cow
Where entertainment is carried out by the preacher
So I gaze at my crucifix hanging over my chest
To see equal my views of the east and the west
Here and now the book I read is the Way
To know that we need to work if we want to play
But I have no idea
And I haven't seen anything yet
As I look back on things that anyone would regret...
In The Middle Of A T.V. Dinner
3-12-10
My elder cat uses my dictionary for a pillow
As intellectual pursuits will be as my weeping willow
In the middle of a T.V. dinner
Not as thankful as I can be therefore a sinner
Trying to write my rhyme but still not satisfied
Can't get wise before my time
where I laughed in places where I should have cried
So now I partake in spaghetti and meatballs
With good and bad memories of Niagra Falls....
No Direction
No Direction
6-9-10
I am a fool, I must say
No direction after the month of May
Not completely helpless or hopeless
Yet feeling like a stray
Can't give up, can't give in
All is subject to change
O, why should all of this be strange
There is nothing left but the scent on my fingers
Wishing I could close my eyes to make it all go away
But I have forgotten what I was going to say
It's not fun but I have faith that there will be better days
O, what will become of me
Out of the woods but never free...
I Am A Survivor
6-9-10
Prison was the word I heard on the way back from work
O, why do you rub it in
When everything is nothing but sin
I am a survivor
Experience is good even when it's bad
In complete uncertainty
That this was the best I ever had
Don't be alarmed
No one else is harmed
It is said that I have no excuse nor clue
As ink is as where it stands
Either black or blue
So I try to write in red
Do right and give me a light
And all we have done has been said...
Sassafras
6-9-10
Looking for the buzz
But we end up with reasons of just because
And with a bow of brass
With no clue of the pine or the sassafras
O, where have the others gone
In our hopes to prove it till the dawn
Rendered helpless without a seed to produce our spawn
As the usual rhyme goes strange
When still we will have lines the rearrange
Go down to visit your neighbor while you still can
And take not thought of your wing span...
Just Another Dance
6-9-10
They ask how do I deal with this
I bow my head as if nothing of this will I miss
Need to show up tomorrow for the interview
Need to show my best even when nothing is new
Humble with the fact that there will be nothing left
Left with the base and treble cleft
Someday you will need my help
Where such unrest depends upon the circumstance
This is no joke
It is only another dance....
Faced By An Empty Page
6-9-10
Faced by an empty page again
No longer futile when it comes to my pen
Nothing is as what it seems
When we consider the gift of but hopes and dreams
With a need to learn how to forgive myself
With belief in the sprite, the fairy and the elf
As we are instructed to I don't know what
Back in the corner to be treated by the uppermost branch
Looking for another plan
As I still eat salmon from a can...
Gelded
6-9-10
We plead, have mercy O Lord
As we state that poetry is our cord
Forced outside our comfort zone
Yet not left O, so all alone
It seems that I am doomed
Yet there is nothing worse than what is exhumed
The pressure is off
The pressure is on
As I am deceived to carry on
Till the light of dawn
Are there any other options or choices
Or any of such comforts in such voices
There still is time
To refuse the need to rhyme...
I Hear Mallards
6-10-10
I hear mallards flying overhead
saying in their own language
That not everything under the sun
Has been done or said
It all worked out
I got the job
So why do we still fear and doubt
As I fit a new filter into my pipe of corn cob
To smoke while watching a movie
With the action scene of a street mob
All things work together
All things are set in place for God's plan
Put on your skin your forty block lotion
As you sit out and get your tan...
6-9-10
I am a fool, I must say
No direction after the month of May
Not completely helpless or hopeless
Yet feeling like a stray
Can't give up, can't give in
All is subject to change
O, why should all of this be strange
There is nothing left but the scent on my fingers
Wishing I could close my eyes to make it all go away
But I have forgotten what I was going to say
It's not fun but I have faith that there will be better days
O, what will become of me
Out of the woods but never free...
I Am A Survivor
6-9-10
Prison was the word I heard on the way back from work
O, why do you rub it in
When everything is nothing but sin
I am a survivor
Experience is good even when it's bad
In complete uncertainty
That this was the best I ever had
Don't be alarmed
No one else is harmed
It is said that I have no excuse nor clue
As ink is as where it stands
Either black or blue
So I try to write in red
Do right and give me a light
And all we have done has been said...
Sassafras
6-9-10
Looking for the buzz
But we end up with reasons of just because
And with a bow of brass
With no clue of the pine or the sassafras
O, where have the others gone
In our hopes to prove it till the dawn
Rendered helpless without a seed to produce our spawn
As the usual rhyme goes strange
When still we will have lines the rearrange
Go down to visit your neighbor while you still can
And take not thought of your wing span...
Just Another Dance
6-9-10
They ask how do I deal with this
I bow my head as if nothing of this will I miss
Need to show up tomorrow for the interview
Need to show my best even when nothing is new
Humble with the fact that there will be nothing left
Left with the base and treble cleft
Someday you will need my help
Where such unrest depends upon the circumstance
This is no joke
It is only another dance....
Faced By An Empty Page
6-9-10
Faced by an empty page again
No longer futile when it comes to my pen
Nothing is as what it seems
When we consider the gift of but hopes and dreams
With a need to learn how to forgive myself
With belief in the sprite, the fairy and the elf
As we are instructed to I don't know what
Back in the corner to be treated by the uppermost branch
Looking for another plan
As I still eat salmon from a can...
Gelded
6-9-10
We plead, have mercy O Lord
As we state that poetry is our cord
Forced outside our comfort zone
Yet not left O, so all alone
It seems that I am doomed
Yet there is nothing worse than what is exhumed
The pressure is off
The pressure is on
As I am deceived to carry on
Till the light of dawn
Are there any other options or choices
Or any of such comforts in such voices
There still is time
To refuse the need to rhyme...
I Hear Mallards
6-10-10
I hear mallards flying overhead
saying in their own language
That not everything under the sun
Has been done or said
It all worked out
I got the job
So why do we still fear and doubt
As I fit a new filter into my pipe of corn cob
To smoke while watching a movie
With the action scene of a street mob
All things work together
All things are set in place for God's plan
Put on your skin your forty block lotion
As you sit out and get your tan...
Friday, March 27, 2015
breach
Breach
12-13-13
My breach is great like the sea
O, whom can heal these wounds
Of all that is me
And what shall I equal to thee
That I might comfort those whom choose to hear
Giving audience to the beggarly elements we take shelter from
and if this is all I can do then indeed I do well
Where my breath is broad like the bay of saline sensations
Making me thirst again for the cause of this fulfillment...
Buttress
12-13-13
By my buttress, support and pillar
I am yet a time waster and killer
Propped up by this encouragement
Freely given of he whom speaks out about the truth at hand
Seeking not to be understood
But rather be one to understand
By this buttress defined plainly as the crutch
By which one maintains all balances
Of moral support
Propping up my weaker appendages
For the cause of what is written here
And now chugging back my expired milk
To yet thank the cow with gratitude
In no longer taking it for granted...
Go
12-13-13
Defining the word go
According to what the scholar can of himself yet know
Learning only according to the Spirit
Indwelling these dry bones
That stand up by the miracle one does yet expect
Defining the word go
Seeing that such has its many meanings
That we grasp quite slow
Hoping and praying to inquire
O, what shall I equal to thee
That I might be comforted
By the Spirit of God's riches at Christ's expense
Define the word go....
Nestor
12-13-13
Nestorian notions nullify not
That which is determined by what we cannot see
Putting off last minute Christmas shopping
To conclude that it's not about boxes and ribbons
By this hypostasis determined by that which
The ordinary scholar can come to know
According to all that is invisible
Reading today the epistles of apostle Paul
To emphasize that which is quite profound
Going in the ring with a rival that extra round
By these Nestorian notations scribbled with stealth
Given sound council to get some rest
And take care of my health....
On Hosea 9:7
12-13-13
Missing the starting gun
Abiding still in my pajamas
Welcoming into my window the light of another sun
Where God's mercies are new once again
Where I take out my snow plow in the form of this pen
Where the prophet is a fool
And the spiritual man is mad
Where sheep are sheered of all wool
And this poet is happy in that he is sad
By the days of our visitation of such recompense
Come upon those with ears to hear....
Exception
12-13-13
Glory doth fly away like a bird from the womb
From birth and from conception
given this discernment
To know the contrast of this truth with its deception
Carrying ones cross that needs not crush him to powder
Given another exception with no plan save my faith
Excersized in staying home to hear the snow plows
Doing the work of God so that ambassadors can spread the news
And so that scholars can do what they choose
And so these winners permit themselves to lose willing to fail
In order to succeed
Where this glory appears again
In all effulgence and illumination...
12-13-13
My breach is great like the sea
O, whom can heal these wounds
Of all that is me
And what shall I equal to thee
That I might comfort those whom choose to hear
Giving audience to the beggarly elements we take shelter from
and if this is all I can do then indeed I do well
Where my breath is broad like the bay of saline sensations
Making me thirst again for the cause of this fulfillment...
Buttress
12-13-13
By my buttress, support and pillar
I am yet a time waster and killer
Propped up by this encouragement
Freely given of he whom speaks out about the truth at hand
Seeking not to be understood
But rather be one to understand
By this buttress defined plainly as the crutch
By which one maintains all balances
Of moral support
Propping up my weaker appendages
For the cause of what is written here
And now chugging back my expired milk
To yet thank the cow with gratitude
In no longer taking it for granted...
Go
12-13-13
Defining the word go
According to what the scholar can of himself yet know
Learning only according to the Spirit
Indwelling these dry bones
That stand up by the miracle one does yet expect
Defining the word go
Seeing that such has its many meanings
That we grasp quite slow
Hoping and praying to inquire
O, what shall I equal to thee
That I might be comforted
By the Spirit of God's riches at Christ's expense
Define the word go....
Nestor
12-13-13
Nestorian notions nullify not
That which is determined by what we cannot see
Putting off last minute Christmas shopping
To conclude that it's not about boxes and ribbons
By this hypostasis determined by that which
The ordinary scholar can come to know
According to all that is invisible
Reading today the epistles of apostle Paul
To emphasize that which is quite profound
Going in the ring with a rival that extra round
By these Nestorian notations scribbled with stealth
Given sound council to get some rest
And take care of my health....
On Hosea 9:7
12-13-13
Missing the starting gun
Abiding still in my pajamas
Welcoming into my window the light of another sun
Where God's mercies are new once again
Where I take out my snow plow in the form of this pen
Where the prophet is a fool
And the spiritual man is mad
Where sheep are sheered of all wool
And this poet is happy in that he is sad
By the days of our visitation of such recompense
Come upon those with ears to hear....
Exception
12-13-13
Glory doth fly away like a bird from the womb
From birth and from conception
given this discernment
To know the contrast of this truth with its deception
Carrying ones cross that needs not crush him to powder
Given another exception with no plan save my faith
Excersized in staying home to hear the snow plows
Doing the work of God so that ambassadors can spread the news
And so that scholars can do what they choose
And so these winners permit themselves to lose willing to fail
In order to succeed
Where this glory appears again
In all effulgence and illumination...
Saturday, March 21, 2015
event
Event
6-3-12
Latest notable event so is the discovery
Of my first and second place ribbons
I won in a poetry contest years ago
Of such laurels I need not rest upon
In that they are before my line of sight
Revealed as red and blue according to the sunlight
Something to write home about
But I'm already here
Just where I ought to be....
Whistle
6-3-12
Yet to acknowledge the sound of whistling in the hallway
It doesn't mean I need be swept away in the winds of change
For when we think about what comes later
We know that it's not here quite yet
And I need not be blown in what is only a breeze
And to pray for all of them
I don't need to be on my knees
In the acknowledgement of what is...
Soup Again
6-3-12
Of visage, countenance and face
We can always know of God's love and grace
In a bowl of New England clam chowder
Known in the South as good stew
At the taverns of my dreams
As I recall my drinking days
In my subconscious landscape
Of where promises are fulfilled
As we ought to look for something to perform
On a stage set for poets in me today
At work at fulfillment....
Handouts
6-4-12
Handouts to stray cats
Are my gestures of hospitality
As a good Samaritan like a cigarette Jesus
Thronged by those that traverse and are lost by the way
It is a way to be and not just to be passing on through
In handouts to stray cats
This is good even if it's all I have to give....
Elementary
6-4-12
The tallest of trees can be seen from all around the world
An observation elementary
But I am no more lofty than these babes in their want and need for milk
Such represents a king that meant no harm
To the four upon which the flame had no effect
Elementary my dear, Hawthorne
So to speak in my greeting
To those to which I lend a hand....
Inside Work
6-4-12
In the acknowledgment of the inventory
Of that which is loaned to me
Under a roof for which I am thankful
I bide the late morning with smoke and tea
Cleaning corners of dust and debris
To come to terms of the price I pay
For what comes for free
In the acknowledgment of the material
Keeping me going through hours of leisure
In that I'm put to my inside work...
Quoting Nahum 2:6
6-4-12
The gates of the Rivers shall be pried ajar
As the palaces are dissolved
As in my dream I report to class
Where equations I have never seen are quite easily solved
Showing up for divine appointments
That were never on my schedule in the first place
Where my only agenda is to write these words
As sitting right beside me
Is God's Grace....
6-3-12
Latest notable event so is the discovery
Of my first and second place ribbons
I won in a poetry contest years ago
Of such laurels I need not rest upon
In that they are before my line of sight
Revealed as red and blue according to the sunlight
Something to write home about
But I'm already here
Just where I ought to be....
Whistle
6-3-12
Yet to acknowledge the sound of whistling in the hallway
It doesn't mean I need be swept away in the winds of change
For when we think about what comes later
We know that it's not here quite yet
And I need not be blown in what is only a breeze
And to pray for all of them
I don't need to be on my knees
In the acknowledgement of what is...
Soup Again
6-3-12
Of visage, countenance and face
We can always know of God's love and grace
In a bowl of New England clam chowder
Known in the South as good stew
At the taverns of my dreams
As I recall my drinking days
In my subconscious landscape
Of where promises are fulfilled
As we ought to look for something to perform
On a stage set for poets in me today
At work at fulfillment....
Handouts
6-4-12
Handouts to stray cats
Are my gestures of hospitality
As a good Samaritan like a cigarette Jesus
Thronged by those that traverse and are lost by the way
It is a way to be and not just to be passing on through
In handouts to stray cats
This is good even if it's all I have to give....
Elementary
6-4-12
The tallest of trees can be seen from all around the world
An observation elementary
But I am no more lofty than these babes in their want and need for milk
Such represents a king that meant no harm
To the four upon which the flame had no effect
Elementary my dear, Hawthorne
So to speak in my greeting
To those to which I lend a hand....
Inside Work
6-4-12
In the acknowledgment of the inventory
Of that which is loaned to me
Under a roof for which I am thankful
I bide the late morning with smoke and tea
Cleaning corners of dust and debris
To come to terms of the price I pay
For what comes for free
In the acknowledgment of the material
Keeping me going through hours of leisure
In that I'm put to my inside work...
Quoting Nahum 2:6
6-4-12
The gates of the Rivers shall be pried ajar
As the palaces are dissolved
As in my dream I report to class
Where equations I have never seen are quite easily solved
Showing up for divine appointments
That were never on my schedule in the first place
Where my only agenda is to write these words
As sitting right beside me
Is God's Grace....
maverick
Maverick
11-9-12
Worship is another form of prayer
In focused thought of my Oneness
By the great white Throne of today's utterances of worship
In my prayer for all of those less fortunate
By reason of the storm
That served as an act of God
Just because
Where Jesus upsets the apple cart
As a maverick of meekness
Made in the image of us....
Tradition
11-9-12
Tradition is a legacy that some leave behind
By the playing of another archive
Poetic and musical
With riffs and rues
Justified in that they are indeed what they are
In my manifold means of perception
Of what is pure in this stream of consciousness
That I dedicate to the good Lord....
It's Not About Division
11-9-12
We cannot equate a fence with the book
Where it's not about division any longer
Wherein my cat takes her favorite spot on the south love seat
By that wall where so hangs my illustration
In dreams that we cannot equate a shackle with the Word
In that it's no longer about being bound
By the chains melted down
To fashion the bell that rings for us all.....
My Spiritual Emotion
11-9-12
In Canaan and in Goshen
Is my spiritual emotion
Of where joy and sadness meet
Up on a boulevard leading to my confluence
Of bible study in chapter thirty-seven
Where the favored brother is equipped
By the other eleven stars in our sky
Where I hang upon a rope of zealous academic enthusiasm
In Canaan and in Goshen...
Tunic
11-9-12
There is made a tunic of many hues
We know not names for
Where justified is yet to be
Even the gambler and the whore
Where I will wear it proudly
In the sunshine today
Without even a need to physically
Put it upon my back
Made strong by that which
I have been carrying all these days
In the time of the great flux of the change
By which I am defined...
My Fight For The Light
11-9-12
Fighting for the gospel and not the screen
Appreciating today my lights of red and green
Checking out my big brothers on my television set on mute
Angles equally obtuse as they are acute
Known in my dreams as the craziest of them all
In what I say and express to the rest of us
Fighting for the gospel yet not for the screen
Looking for what is good
In such of all that we can see in it....
My Cord
11-9-12
With my signet, cord and staff
I seek to let it out and laugh
Due to the absurdity of the local news at five
Knowing that there is always another reason to be today alive
Taking up my staff, signet and cord
That is expressed by way of pen unto the good Lord
Where the woman of my dreams plays the harlot
Yet I spill my seed upon my belly
To fulfill all that is felt
In the things strengthened that remain..
11-9-12
Worship is another form of prayer
In focused thought of my Oneness
By the great white Throne of today's utterances of worship
In my prayer for all of those less fortunate
By reason of the storm
That served as an act of God
Just because
Where Jesus upsets the apple cart
As a maverick of meekness
Made in the image of us....
Tradition
11-9-12
Tradition is a legacy that some leave behind
By the playing of another archive
Poetic and musical
With riffs and rues
Justified in that they are indeed what they are
In my manifold means of perception
Of what is pure in this stream of consciousness
That I dedicate to the good Lord....
It's Not About Division
11-9-12
We cannot equate a fence with the book
Where it's not about division any longer
Wherein my cat takes her favorite spot on the south love seat
By that wall where so hangs my illustration
In dreams that we cannot equate a shackle with the Word
In that it's no longer about being bound
By the chains melted down
To fashion the bell that rings for us all.....
My Spiritual Emotion
11-9-12
In Canaan and in Goshen
Is my spiritual emotion
Of where joy and sadness meet
Up on a boulevard leading to my confluence
Of bible study in chapter thirty-seven
Where the favored brother is equipped
By the other eleven stars in our sky
Where I hang upon a rope of zealous academic enthusiasm
In Canaan and in Goshen...
Tunic
11-9-12
There is made a tunic of many hues
We know not names for
Where justified is yet to be
Even the gambler and the whore
Where I will wear it proudly
In the sunshine today
Without even a need to physically
Put it upon my back
Made strong by that which
I have been carrying all these days
In the time of the great flux of the change
By which I am defined...
My Fight For The Light
11-9-12
Fighting for the gospel and not the screen
Appreciating today my lights of red and green
Checking out my big brothers on my television set on mute
Angles equally obtuse as they are acute
Known in my dreams as the craziest of them all
In what I say and express to the rest of us
Fighting for the gospel yet not for the screen
Looking for what is good
In such of all that we can see in it....
My Cord
11-9-12
With my signet, cord and staff
I seek to let it out and laugh
Due to the absurdity of the local news at five
Knowing that there is always another reason to be today alive
Taking up my staff, signet and cord
That is expressed by way of pen unto the good Lord
Where the woman of my dreams plays the harlot
Yet I spill my seed upon my belly
To fulfill all that is felt
In the things strengthened that remain..
Jason on bass
Jason On Bass
1-2-09
On the base, Jason Newstead
Pricked by the thorn within
A gardener is glad to have slightly bled
CD's are material possessions
Yet the content and substance can be spiritual, profound and deep
That which enters one ear is not the product of ones transgressions
Black ice on the pavement beneath our feet
By faith alone I take that leap
I have hopes that in heaven the music will go on forever
So I begin my feast at seven
Better late than never
My treasure is in beauty and the arts
Knowledge is for testimony
Yet not to be puffed up in smarts
Athena and Palate await
Yet Jesus is still king of kings....
Rhyme To Learn The History
1-2-09
Eighteen fifteen
Napolean was defeated
In the village of Waterloo
History is worth reading about
Whether it's fiction or if it is true
There are more than one timelines
To inform the reader of when such events have occurred
I begin with a single subject
So that my blood cab be quickened and stirred
Dharma is the teaching
Yet we need to step out to make it work
Back to the assembly for the enlightenment of preaching
Soldiers lie in wait
Where peacemakers linger and lurk
Sixteen eleven
King James translation comes into being
Always left wanting more and more
As eyes are never satisfied with seeing....
Ode For Shaw
1-2-09
The existential epicure prefers his steak raw
Soon to take up the writings of George Bernard Shaw
It's a bitter pill I swallow here
Rather that being down and out
I'd sooner be in my reverence and fear
Open your hand to a neighbor
Invite a brother and receive him at your table
On the Sabbath day take on no manner of labor
Yet still we rescue a man's goat from the pit
According to what we are able
This is my own advice reveled to me
As I took a look within
One hour before I go home
I'll play the game even what I can't win...
A Man That Needed To Go
1-2-09
A preacher goes to a rock concert
Only to yet defame and slander
Takes a look at the stage image
Says that it is of Satan
Pompous, pious and insolent
In his delusions of grandeur
It turns out that it was only a crocodile
With a basket of summer fruits
For a crown such artists will be as no gods
A band in its later stages
No longer call themselves men of renown
They are only glad to serve
And put on a wonderful show
Finally got around to purchasing the three disc set
Of Rush live in Rio
Piracy in times like these
Encouraged.....
We Have Not All The Answers
1-2-09
The panacea is not always the cure all or the solution
Carbon monoxide from automobiles
Needs not be perceived as pollution
We can try to save the planet and do our part
Yet God won't let one stone remain upon another
Someday soon he will tear this world apart
Say not because of this that he is unjust
All flowers do fade
All metal will corrode and rust
I can call myself a wizard
Yet I am only but a prolific bard
Some make an idol of the Geico lizard
To cheer up a man watching the commercials
When life is hard save money on car insurance was the message
I've got nothing of the sort to worry about
Because I don't drive in such this way...
Lost Cap, Found Hap
1-2-09
Poetic erection
Requires patience, longsuffering and fortitude
Lord provide me my night time bread
Jesus thank you for my drink and food
I pray, Lord make my Mom strong
So we can go out and have another lobster dinner
To inspire a delectable song
Pen has lost its cap
I am given my lot, my portion and my hap
I stoop lower where there is water to be found in plenty
I persevere to flow through past chapter twenty
Cursed the day is long
Yet blessed is the trial inspired song
Poetic erection
I'll just have to wait...
1-2-09
On the base, Jason Newstead
Pricked by the thorn within
A gardener is glad to have slightly bled
CD's are material possessions
Yet the content and substance can be spiritual, profound and deep
That which enters one ear is not the product of ones transgressions
Black ice on the pavement beneath our feet
By faith alone I take that leap
I have hopes that in heaven the music will go on forever
So I begin my feast at seven
Better late than never
My treasure is in beauty and the arts
Knowledge is for testimony
Yet not to be puffed up in smarts
Athena and Palate await
Yet Jesus is still king of kings....
Rhyme To Learn The History
1-2-09
Eighteen fifteen
Napolean was defeated
In the village of Waterloo
History is worth reading about
Whether it's fiction or if it is true
There are more than one timelines
To inform the reader of when such events have occurred
I begin with a single subject
So that my blood cab be quickened and stirred
Dharma is the teaching
Yet we need to step out to make it work
Back to the assembly for the enlightenment of preaching
Soldiers lie in wait
Where peacemakers linger and lurk
Sixteen eleven
King James translation comes into being
Always left wanting more and more
As eyes are never satisfied with seeing....
Ode For Shaw
1-2-09
The existential epicure prefers his steak raw
Soon to take up the writings of George Bernard Shaw
It's a bitter pill I swallow here
Rather that being down and out
I'd sooner be in my reverence and fear
Open your hand to a neighbor
Invite a brother and receive him at your table
On the Sabbath day take on no manner of labor
Yet still we rescue a man's goat from the pit
According to what we are able
This is my own advice reveled to me
As I took a look within
One hour before I go home
I'll play the game even what I can't win...
A Man That Needed To Go
1-2-09
A preacher goes to a rock concert
Only to yet defame and slander
Takes a look at the stage image
Says that it is of Satan
Pompous, pious and insolent
In his delusions of grandeur
It turns out that it was only a crocodile
With a basket of summer fruits
For a crown such artists will be as no gods
A band in its later stages
No longer call themselves men of renown
They are only glad to serve
And put on a wonderful show
Finally got around to purchasing the three disc set
Of Rush live in Rio
Piracy in times like these
Encouraged.....
We Have Not All The Answers
1-2-09
The panacea is not always the cure all or the solution
Carbon monoxide from automobiles
Needs not be perceived as pollution
We can try to save the planet and do our part
Yet God won't let one stone remain upon another
Someday soon he will tear this world apart
Say not because of this that he is unjust
All flowers do fade
All metal will corrode and rust
I can call myself a wizard
Yet I am only but a prolific bard
Some make an idol of the Geico lizard
To cheer up a man watching the commercials
When life is hard save money on car insurance was the message
I've got nothing of the sort to worry about
Because I don't drive in such this way...
Lost Cap, Found Hap
1-2-09
Poetic erection
Requires patience, longsuffering and fortitude
Lord provide me my night time bread
Jesus thank you for my drink and food
I pray, Lord make my Mom strong
So we can go out and have another lobster dinner
To inspire a delectable song
Pen has lost its cap
I am given my lot, my portion and my hap
I stoop lower where there is water to be found in plenty
I persevere to flow through past chapter twenty
Cursed the day is long
Yet blessed is the trial inspired song
Poetic erection
I'll just have to wait...
Friday, March 20, 2015
church pen
Church Pen
5-22-01
Writing with the pen I got from that church
It is where I got to see the Passion Play
The bee will surround to flower for nectar
And the bird observes what's below and will perch
And so the dark puts an end to the day
Pull up a chair, you're welcome to stay
It's a line of poetry
Repetitions to remind me
Not to treat myself like a hermit
So long I have been
And worrying about it seems to be my worst sin
Such paranoia gets my mind away from what I should be doing
I see the light and blessing through this fog
And strong coffee is brewing
There was a reason why
I didn't get as many refills as I wanted
Those whom humble themselves will be exalted
And by a wave of guilty vibrations I was taunted
Shouldn't have said such a thing out of turn
But I believe it's trial by error
And so I will learn
And so the cigarette and the incense
And the candle will burn....
Found A Way
5-22-01
Finally found a way to be true to myself
Not taking care to balance out the syllables and rhyme
Saying just what I mean
I ride in the passenger seat
All in good travels and time
Casting a glance on lights of yellow, red and green
Words on the tip of my tongue I don't want to say
And they are not mine
And for the ground stable and steady I pray
Knowing it will all turn out fine
Hoping that this time it will go another way
Just thinking about where they will draw the line
This is the dramatic part of the play
Where you see the prophet's face glow and shine
So brother, meet me in the mountain
And feel free to drink from the fountain
Refreshing waters that quench your thirst
So cold and blessed
Jesus could not seem to get away from it all
And so rudely he was pressed
Finally found a way to get the word better
By reading it in repetitions
Time to pack your bags with provisions and munitions
Time to take that journey you've been given...
At Liberty
5-22-01
Got the music on my headset
I am at liberty to ignore what goes on out there
I would rather not be a part of it
I rejoice that I am alone with my pen and with the Lord
In here I need not worry about armor or carrying a sword
Always have a task at hand
Never have time to get bored
I'm either writing or eating
No competition
No one that needs beating
Walls around me of fortification
And blessed and comfortable seating
In the summer and air conditioners
And in the winter adequate heating
Time to think about the things I do have
Time to see the coffee cup as half full
Nothing I need hide from
No need to wear a disguise
Nothing I need pull
No need for a horse or a mule
And I can always fill up on nourishment
My source of poetic fuel
I take my meals right at my sofa and coffee table
No need for a counter or a stool
No need for any kind of façade
No need to try to be cool...
Distracted
5-23-01
Distracted by veggies and dip
And indoor picnic foods
Obsessive tastes pulling me away from the page
In all sorts of varieties and moods
As I believe that irrelevant is my age
Worn out and jaded
Dark corner of shadow shaded
Staying in the cooler air
And to try something new I take a dare
Time to put it all aside
Forget about my selfish pride
God fought on the side of Joshua in the wilderness
I read about such a wonder today
Gives me another reason to rejoice and pray
Happy to be alive in the month of May
Running out of things to write and say
But I feel it's time to search the deep down and hidden mines
As I come off appealing those parking fines
No I will not be towed
And I need not solve a puzzle
Or crack a code
By the grace of God
I'm still in the writing mode....
5-22-01
Writing with the pen I got from that church
It is where I got to see the Passion Play
The bee will surround to flower for nectar
And the bird observes what's below and will perch
And so the dark puts an end to the day
Pull up a chair, you're welcome to stay
It's a line of poetry
Repetitions to remind me
Not to treat myself like a hermit
So long I have been
And worrying about it seems to be my worst sin
Such paranoia gets my mind away from what I should be doing
I see the light and blessing through this fog
And strong coffee is brewing
There was a reason why
I didn't get as many refills as I wanted
Those whom humble themselves will be exalted
And by a wave of guilty vibrations I was taunted
Shouldn't have said such a thing out of turn
But I believe it's trial by error
And so I will learn
And so the cigarette and the incense
And the candle will burn....
Found A Way
5-22-01
Finally found a way to be true to myself
Not taking care to balance out the syllables and rhyme
Saying just what I mean
I ride in the passenger seat
All in good travels and time
Casting a glance on lights of yellow, red and green
Words on the tip of my tongue I don't want to say
And they are not mine
And for the ground stable and steady I pray
Knowing it will all turn out fine
Hoping that this time it will go another way
Just thinking about where they will draw the line
This is the dramatic part of the play
Where you see the prophet's face glow and shine
So brother, meet me in the mountain
And feel free to drink from the fountain
Refreshing waters that quench your thirst
So cold and blessed
Jesus could not seem to get away from it all
And so rudely he was pressed
Finally found a way to get the word better
By reading it in repetitions
Time to pack your bags with provisions and munitions
Time to take that journey you've been given...
At Liberty
5-22-01
Got the music on my headset
I am at liberty to ignore what goes on out there
I would rather not be a part of it
I rejoice that I am alone with my pen and with the Lord
In here I need not worry about armor or carrying a sword
Always have a task at hand
Never have time to get bored
I'm either writing or eating
No competition
No one that needs beating
Walls around me of fortification
And blessed and comfortable seating
In the summer and air conditioners
And in the winter adequate heating
Time to think about the things I do have
Time to see the coffee cup as half full
Nothing I need hide from
No need to wear a disguise
Nothing I need pull
No need for a horse or a mule
And I can always fill up on nourishment
My source of poetic fuel
I take my meals right at my sofa and coffee table
No need for a counter or a stool
No need for any kind of façade
No need to try to be cool...
Distracted
5-23-01
Distracted by veggies and dip
And indoor picnic foods
Obsessive tastes pulling me away from the page
In all sorts of varieties and moods
As I believe that irrelevant is my age
Worn out and jaded
Dark corner of shadow shaded
Staying in the cooler air
And to try something new I take a dare
Time to put it all aside
Forget about my selfish pride
God fought on the side of Joshua in the wilderness
I read about such a wonder today
Gives me another reason to rejoice and pray
Happy to be alive in the month of May
Running out of things to write and say
But I feel it's time to search the deep down and hidden mines
As I come off appealing those parking fines
No I will not be towed
And I need not solve a puzzle
Or crack a code
By the grace of God
I'm still in the writing mode....
mad tom
Mad Tom
7-4-10
I had a dream that I reeled in a mad tom
To bring a good meal home for Sister and Mom
So I broke his neck and put him on a stringer
Taking no thought to his venomous stinger
Observing sweet oblivion
where we are poisoned but we do not care
And when the air tanks ran out
The divers needed to come up for air
No one can tell me how I ought to live
Except for Jesus himself...
C.And A.
7-4-10
I've come to believe
That caffeine is a worse poison than is alcohol
Where I shake in my shoes being afraid to fall
My lady friend shut me out
Because she was a little bit paranoid
Yet there is no damage and nothing has been destroyed
I try to give her a call
Or buy her a scarf from the shopping mall
A token to regain such trust
Where wood will stain and aluminum will rust
As we disregard the silver and gold
Where it is neither too hot nor too cold
This is my preference
And I have this right....
Swifter Horses
7-4-10
Such horses were swifter that leopards and lynxes
Where Egypt is a whole lot more that pyramids and sphinxes
And by the river Nile we will be as judges of this
Crying out for power for such Scripture that I don't want to miss
Where I am seventeen seats in at the ballgame
And I have to take a piss
None of us are exempt of such infirmities
While we think of Niagra Falls and the seven seas
Such horses were swifter than cheetahs
And troubled times are no more to us a stranger....
Barn Door Open
7-4-10
When our barn door is open
We ought to be embarrassed and ashamed
But I will cease to care
When a dog owner calls me by name
Living in a contemptible existence
Pressing on with merciless persistence
I chant the word milk
But my cat says, yeah, whatever
So I pour a drink
Assuming that such comfort is forever
But we will have a need to get out and press on
Even while in such doubt
When your barn door was open
Act natural and parochial and care not....
Another Mad Tom
7-4-10
There is a catfish inhabitant
To the east of central United States
As such a poison that he carries
Is not what God hates
As the soccer team serves as a revelation
Where sorrow can turn into gladness and elation
Where there is a purpose for all of God's creation
And a chance to get right
With a weapon against segregation
And a kicker makes his merciless goal in the net
As a player has not reason to fret
Where I cannot change the reading on my palm
Where we take to, again
The twenty-third Psalm...
7-4-10
I had a dream that I reeled in a mad tom
To bring a good meal home for Sister and Mom
So I broke his neck and put him on a stringer
Taking no thought to his venomous stinger
Observing sweet oblivion
where we are poisoned but we do not care
And when the air tanks ran out
The divers needed to come up for air
No one can tell me how I ought to live
Except for Jesus himself...
C.And A.
7-4-10
I've come to believe
That caffeine is a worse poison than is alcohol
Where I shake in my shoes being afraid to fall
My lady friend shut me out
Because she was a little bit paranoid
Yet there is no damage and nothing has been destroyed
I try to give her a call
Or buy her a scarf from the shopping mall
A token to regain such trust
Where wood will stain and aluminum will rust
As we disregard the silver and gold
Where it is neither too hot nor too cold
This is my preference
And I have this right....
Swifter Horses
7-4-10
Such horses were swifter that leopards and lynxes
Where Egypt is a whole lot more that pyramids and sphinxes
And by the river Nile we will be as judges of this
Crying out for power for such Scripture that I don't want to miss
Where I am seventeen seats in at the ballgame
And I have to take a piss
None of us are exempt of such infirmities
While we think of Niagra Falls and the seven seas
Such horses were swifter than cheetahs
And troubled times are no more to us a stranger....
Barn Door Open
7-4-10
When our barn door is open
We ought to be embarrassed and ashamed
But I will cease to care
When a dog owner calls me by name
Living in a contemptible existence
Pressing on with merciless persistence
I chant the word milk
But my cat says, yeah, whatever
So I pour a drink
Assuming that such comfort is forever
But we will have a need to get out and press on
Even while in such doubt
When your barn door was open
Act natural and parochial and care not....
Another Mad Tom
7-4-10
There is a catfish inhabitant
To the east of central United States
As such a poison that he carries
Is not what God hates
As the soccer team serves as a revelation
Where sorrow can turn into gladness and elation
Where there is a purpose for all of God's creation
And a chance to get right
With a weapon against segregation
And a kicker makes his merciless goal in the net
As a player has not reason to fret
Where I cannot change the reading on my palm
Where we take to, again
The twenty-third Psalm...
palsy
Palsy
10-29-13
Palsy doth represent our sin
Passed on to our progeny of ones kin
Knowing not where I am going in just sitting still with pen in hand
By a scrupulous grip far from being as the norm
Refusing to live properly in my palsy
Synonymous to my iniquity by the reproach justified
In that the profound dines with the profane
With palsy as an illustration of my weakness serving as my strength....
Raising The Roof
10-29-13
We all have our roof
And we all have our wall
Giving it over to Jesus
In no need to be always on the ball
Paying no mind to the summer that fades into fall
Destined to set our clocks back one hour on Saturday night
To celebrate the early sun setting
By this illumination of the dark that I prefer
Above what I can see
Increasing our faith to raise the roof
And tear down the wall....
By The Law
10-29-13
I have not known lust
But by the law that says I shall not covet
Meaning that I will not want what my neighbor appears to be blessed with
Like in the looking glass
Where I forget what I look like
When I walk away again
Hoping to be delivered from all that is carnal
So I can walk in the newness of Spirit
And not in the oldness of the letter
In hopes to be one to claim
To be feeling better....
No Offence
10-29-13
It is impossible but that offense doth come
Using the English language as a tool to understand the Scriptures
In the beating of our own drum
In such a reflection of our Savior
We can see in ourselves today
Given another day in this prophesy
In that God's mercies are new every morning
Where it is impossible but that offence doth come
Where some claim they will not be offended
Seen as ones denial to what is
In that which is not...
Posture
10-29-13
As prayer affects our body in its postures
We hope to be the real thing and not just impostures
Wanting to be in deed and not only in word
To the rhythm of my consciousness
Wanting to love God with all my strength and mind
Not just in intellectual ascent
But in deed and in Being
Upon which my fortune will be spent
Requesting good success
In this evening's avacados
For the cause of the joy I choose...
On Psalm 68
10-29-13
Letting God arise
And his enemies to be scattered
Blessed in ordering up my fried fish beer battered
By the inclination of all disposition
In a place where this truth really mattered
With no agenda save which is written here
Of the love from above in the dove
That casts out all futile fear
Letting God arise where we must decrease
And he must increase
According to what I can remember
In what I have learned when I went there
By my faith of a mustard seed
Letting God arise...
10-29-13
Palsy doth represent our sin
Passed on to our progeny of ones kin
Knowing not where I am going in just sitting still with pen in hand
By a scrupulous grip far from being as the norm
Refusing to live properly in my palsy
Synonymous to my iniquity by the reproach justified
In that the profound dines with the profane
With palsy as an illustration of my weakness serving as my strength....
Raising The Roof
10-29-13
We all have our roof
And we all have our wall
Giving it over to Jesus
In no need to be always on the ball
Paying no mind to the summer that fades into fall
Destined to set our clocks back one hour on Saturday night
To celebrate the early sun setting
By this illumination of the dark that I prefer
Above what I can see
Increasing our faith to raise the roof
And tear down the wall....
By The Law
10-29-13
I have not known lust
But by the law that says I shall not covet
Meaning that I will not want what my neighbor appears to be blessed with
Like in the looking glass
Where I forget what I look like
When I walk away again
Hoping to be delivered from all that is carnal
So I can walk in the newness of Spirit
And not in the oldness of the letter
In hopes to be one to claim
To be feeling better....
No Offence
10-29-13
It is impossible but that offense doth come
Using the English language as a tool to understand the Scriptures
In the beating of our own drum
In such a reflection of our Savior
We can see in ourselves today
Given another day in this prophesy
In that God's mercies are new every morning
Where it is impossible but that offence doth come
Where some claim they will not be offended
Seen as ones denial to what is
In that which is not...
Posture
10-29-13
As prayer affects our body in its postures
We hope to be the real thing and not just impostures
Wanting to be in deed and not only in word
To the rhythm of my consciousness
Wanting to love God with all my strength and mind
Not just in intellectual ascent
But in deed and in Being
Upon which my fortune will be spent
Requesting good success
In this evening's avacados
For the cause of the joy I choose...
On Psalm 68
10-29-13
Letting God arise
And his enemies to be scattered
Blessed in ordering up my fried fish beer battered
By the inclination of all disposition
In a place where this truth really mattered
With no agenda save which is written here
Of the love from above in the dove
That casts out all futile fear
Letting God arise where we must decrease
And he must increase
According to what I can remember
In what I have learned when I went there
By my faith of a mustard seed
Letting God arise...
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
blessed
Blessed
12-3-13
Blessed are the sick for they shall be healed
I didn't see this in the Scripture
Yet was revealed it from the Spirit of truth
By which my soul is sealed
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth
I saw this written down and so much more is such a truth yet worth
Blessed are those that suffer in doing what is right
In that today I walk by faith and not sight
As delayed is my view of the world of white
Blessed are we that see not
But rejoice with joy unspeakable...
Bovine
12-3-13
By bovine benediction I yet partake
When a young one can in small bites know ones steak
Where I manage wherein I mask
Where I have not when I do not ask
Where God doth not forsake by bovine benevolence
I suffer the meat to be yet tasted on another day idle yet not barren
As time not seen as wasted by bovine benediction
I take no longer for granted the smoke that flavors such...
Accolade
12-3-13
By the brace joining several staves
Poets hide out in dark and peaceful grottos and caves solitary
Yet for a purpose in God's plan
On another uneventful day of listening to Van the man
In my dedication to a brother that moved on
Not out of sight nor mind nor counted as long gone
By the brace joining several staves
Given the accolade of Poet Laurelette
Feeling free to light up another cigarette
Looking back and leaving behind every rue and regret...
Kudos
12-3-13
Kudos and compliments are bestowed upon these champion poets
Dwelling in their humble tents
Waiting for the mansions promised to us in the hereafter
Where sorrow is much sweeter than our laughter
Given this higher hope
Harnessed by a stronger knot in the rope
For kudos and statements of honor and praise
Being as livestock that linger and graze...
On Nehemiah 4:6
12-3-13
Building our wall having a mind to work
Bowing low while standing tall
Where the angels doth linger and lurk
Finding it hard to put these truths into words
Seeing the sunshine make her way through
By the cheer of morning birds
Where this love will surely last forever
Where that which we are yet to claim
Is well worth our endeavor
Told yet to try not and to do...
Burden
12-3-13
The strength of the builders of burdens is decayed
Where the might of the man in a portrait is portrayed
Making our prayer and setting our watch
To feel the energy south of all that we can know in ones crotch
Conspiring to fight against our Jerusalem
To hinder it by the strength of the builders
In their burdens we make due....
Embrace
12-3-13
Counted as rubbish is dung
While by my queen
Be in gladness I am stung
Being one to swallow it where I cough up a lung
Regarding the fireplace
Where our stockings are hung
Sitting in our higher places
Wanting to come down from our ivory tower
Where the Spirit is not only in word but in power
As such a composition doth seem insignificant
In the passing of another idle hour
Yet not barren in all that such is worth
Like a lady in travail
I constantly give birth
This is my weakness
That I doth embrace...
12-3-13
Blessed are the sick for they shall be healed
I didn't see this in the Scripture
Yet was revealed it from the Spirit of truth
By which my soul is sealed
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth
I saw this written down and so much more is such a truth yet worth
Blessed are those that suffer in doing what is right
In that today I walk by faith and not sight
As delayed is my view of the world of white
Blessed are we that see not
But rejoice with joy unspeakable...
Bovine
12-3-13
By bovine benediction I yet partake
When a young one can in small bites know ones steak
Where I manage wherein I mask
Where I have not when I do not ask
Where God doth not forsake by bovine benevolence
I suffer the meat to be yet tasted on another day idle yet not barren
As time not seen as wasted by bovine benediction
I take no longer for granted the smoke that flavors such...
Accolade
12-3-13
By the brace joining several staves
Poets hide out in dark and peaceful grottos and caves solitary
Yet for a purpose in God's plan
On another uneventful day of listening to Van the man
In my dedication to a brother that moved on
Not out of sight nor mind nor counted as long gone
By the brace joining several staves
Given the accolade of Poet Laurelette
Feeling free to light up another cigarette
Looking back and leaving behind every rue and regret...
Kudos
12-3-13
Kudos and compliments are bestowed upon these champion poets
Dwelling in their humble tents
Waiting for the mansions promised to us in the hereafter
Where sorrow is much sweeter than our laughter
Given this higher hope
Harnessed by a stronger knot in the rope
For kudos and statements of honor and praise
Being as livestock that linger and graze...
On Nehemiah 4:6
12-3-13
Building our wall having a mind to work
Bowing low while standing tall
Where the angels doth linger and lurk
Finding it hard to put these truths into words
Seeing the sunshine make her way through
By the cheer of morning birds
Where this love will surely last forever
Where that which we are yet to claim
Is well worth our endeavor
Told yet to try not and to do...
Burden
12-3-13
The strength of the builders of burdens is decayed
Where the might of the man in a portrait is portrayed
Making our prayer and setting our watch
To feel the energy south of all that we can know in ones crotch
Conspiring to fight against our Jerusalem
To hinder it by the strength of the builders
In their burdens we make due....
Embrace
12-3-13
Counted as rubbish is dung
While by my queen
Be in gladness I am stung
Being one to swallow it where I cough up a lung
Regarding the fireplace
Where our stockings are hung
Sitting in our higher places
Wanting to come down from our ivory tower
Where the Spirit is not only in word but in power
As such a composition doth seem insignificant
In the passing of another idle hour
Yet not barren in all that such is worth
Like a lady in travail
I constantly give birth
This is my weakness
That I doth embrace...
Sunday, March 15, 2015
event
Event
7-7-12
At exactly eleven in the morning
A police vehicle passes through our vacant parking lot
To see if everything is alright in our ghost town
Where echoes of my past flow past me
Like the waters that cool my flesh
Allowing the Spirit to do its work in the heat wave we weather
With little suspicion when what we do is justifiable.....
Pleasure Condoned
7-7-12
Hedonism after dark
With humanism within
To serve as my scintillating spark
With the nature of this pleasure condoned
Where on nothing at all they still say I am stoned
Sometimes carrying the meaning of being so judged by my own conscience
That serves as my sign of salvation
Where all things work together for what is good....
Herb Experience
7-7-12
Experiencing the herbs like flowers irredescent
Going down in my stomach that tonight I talk to
The good Lord willing
With a minimal amount of planning out
What is yet to precede in this heatwave
With experimentation
Of the teas of all that is celestial
To see the contrast between Spirit and soul
Where poetry today is my God's paying of such a toll....
Communion
7-7-12
Communion is the sharing of thoughts and emotions
Serving as the backbone of today's wonderful devotions
In that I have not need of anything at all
Save the love upon which I stand fast
To allow all resentment
To dissolve like salt in the high tides of merciful oceans
Marking the conclusion of the patriarchal age
As an analogy to represent fatherhood
In which we take our communion...
Reflection
7-7-12
In antediluvian excess of the joy I knew
In night seasons I was inundated in the joy of learning
In the word and wine all night long
As I look back upon such innocence
Where my cat would lie peacefully beside my pillow at dawn
As today I am blessed with shelter from inclement conditions
For which I am thankful for...
Message
7-7-12
Advocating spoteneity
Rejecting what is conventional
In that I believe that there is no right or wrong way
In which to meditate and pray
Advocating peace and love that will win all battles
Of that which we sometimes fail to understand the message
That in the congregation is bigger than the man whom speaks at the podium
To fill them in....
7-7-12
At exactly eleven in the morning
A police vehicle passes through our vacant parking lot
To see if everything is alright in our ghost town
Where echoes of my past flow past me
Like the waters that cool my flesh
Allowing the Spirit to do its work in the heat wave we weather
With little suspicion when what we do is justifiable.....
Pleasure Condoned
7-7-12
Hedonism after dark
With humanism within
To serve as my scintillating spark
With the nature of this pleasure condoned
Where on nothing at all they still say I am stoned
Sometimes carrying the meaning of being so judged by my own conscience
That serves as my sign of salvation
Where all things work together for what is good....
Herb Experience
7-7-12
Experiencing the herbs like flowers irredescent
Going down in my stomach that tonight I talk to
The good Lord willing
With a minimal amount of planning out
What is yet to precede in this heatwave
With experimentation
Of the teas of all that is celestial
To see the contrast between Spirit and soul
Where poetry today is my God's paying of such a toll....
Communion
7-7-12
Communion is the sharing of thoughts and emotions
Serving as the backbone of today's wonderful devotions
In that I have not need of anything at all
Save the love upon which I stand fast
To allow all resentment
To dissolve like salt in the high tides of merciful oceans
Marking the conclusion of the patriarchal age
As an analogy to represent fatherhood
In which we take our communion...
Reflection
7-7-12
In antediluvian excess of the joy I knew
In night seasons I was inundated in the joy of learning
In the word and wine all night long
As I look back upon such innocence
Where my cat would lie peacefully beside my pillow at dawn
As today I am blessed with shelter from inclement conditions
For which I am thankful for...
Message
7-7-12
Advocating spoteneity
Rejecting what is conventional
In that I believe that there is no right or wrong way
In which to meditate and pray
Advocating peace and love that will win all battles
Of that which we sometimes fail to understand the message
That in the congregation is bigger than the man whom speaks at the podium
To fill them in....
Saturday, March 14, 2015
study
Study
5-8-13
Jesus departs into the coasts of Sidon and Tyre
Where many there are baptized with the Holy Ghost and with fire
And if willing to accept such conflagrations
That spread with compassion of taking thought and care
Of bramble bushes growing their roses
As Jesus is the only one to keep the law of Moses
According to what I can remember
From such a study in night seasons of my wine...
Magdala
5-8-13
Coming to my coasts of my Magdala
By means of melancholy meekness no longer lofty
As I humble myself to this beauty of God's glory in gratitude
Boarding a deep sea fishing vessel of the valor to yet vindicate
Such virtue and vice
Lighting up another cigarette for comfort in all dryness
Over which I salivate the more
In knowing that to the pure all things are pure...
Clean Shave
5-8-13
Transfiguration is my fifteen letter word for today
Where I get a clean shave just to say that I did something about it
In the company of God's manifestation of unmerited favor namely, Grace
My calico cat that has been my miracle for the previous fifteen years
Of my dwelling in my abode
Laden in spiral notebooks of beautiful knowledge
That to this day I still seek
Serving as the keys to the kingdom
Of which by position I am an heir...
Oft
5-8-13
Diving oft into the water for such a cleansing
Hoping for such words to be more than just a tinkling cymbal
Of its sound sonorous and serene
Delving oft into this fire that refines
In my constant and fervent prayer
Devising oft these ruses of antiquity
Still in the process of learning the language of the still sounds
Like tinkling brass with clashing of cymbals
To set the tempo of the beat
Diving oft into this water that still washes me clean.....
Tribute
5-8-13
Tribute is in the belly of the first fish
To be brought up from my personal river Jordan
Where I can see that filled again is my cup
Seeing that God has a reason why I am here
Writing these words upon pages
To be consulted on a later day of latter times
Where malarkey doth make good and meaningful rhymes
Given this tribute
Like money we do find on the banks of such rivers
That yet flow to give it to the cause
In the stroking of Grace and her paws...
Finding
5-8-13
I find that what I am doing today
Is what I have always wanted in life
With pen in hand
Where I review such Scripture
That even better now I come to understand
With faith that with flying colors
I will pass the inspection of this abode
Of which I love
Just the way that it is
Finding today
To be all that I could ever dream of....
5-8-13
Jesus departs into the coasts of Sidon and Tyre
Where many there are baptized with the Holy Ghost and with fire
And if willing to accept such conflagrations
That spread with compassion of taking thought and care
Of bramble bushes growing their roses
As Jesus is the only one to keep the law of Moses
According to what I can remember
From such a study in night seasons of my wine...
Magdala
5-8-13
Coming to my coasts of my Magdala
By means of melancholy meekness no longer lofty
As I humble myself to this beauty of God's glory in gratitude
Boarding a deep sea fishing vessel of the valor to yet vindicate
Such virtue and vice
Lighting up another cigarette for comfort in all dryness
Over which I salivate the more
In knowing that to the pure all things are pure...
Clean Shave
5-8-13
Transfiguration is my fifteen letter word for today
Where I get a clean shave just to say that I did something about it
In the company of God's manifestation of unmerited favor namely, Grace
My calico cat that has been my miracle for the previous fifteen years
Of my dwelling in my abode
Laden in spiral notebooks of beautiful knowledge
That to this day I still seek
Serving as the keys to the kingdom
Of which by position I am an heir...
Oft
5-8-13
Diving oft into the water for such a cleansing
Hoping for such words to be more than just a tinkling cymbal
Of its sound sonorous and serene
Delving oft into this fire that refines
In my constant and fervent prayer
Devising oft these ruses of antiquity
Still in the process of learning the language of the still sounds
Like tinkling brass with clashing of cymbals
To set the tempo of the beat
Diving oft into this water that still washes me clean.....
Tribute
5-8-13
Tribute is in the belly of the first fish
To be brought up from my personal river Jordan
Where I can see that filled again is my cup
Seeing that God has a reason why I am here
Writing these words upon pages
To be consulted on a later day of latter times
Where malarkey doth make good and meaningful rhymes
Given this tribute
Like money we do find on the banks of such rivers
That yet flow to give it to the cause
In the stroking of Grace and her paws...
Finding
5-8-13
I find that what I am doing today
Is what I have always wanted in life
With pen in hand
Where I review such Scripture
That even better now I come to understand
With faith that with flying colors
I will pass the inspection of this abode
Of which I love
Just the way that it is
Finding today
To be all that I could ever dream of....
taste
Taste
5-29-13
I have tasted the highest form of consciousness
Defined as the Being that goes beyond the illusion of the duality
In that I wonder, O, can I know this again
Wherein today I take up again my ball point pen
Knowing to be delivered from the lion's den
Given the Spirit of the Comforter
That comes with a punch of Zen
Where I have tasted
That which cannot be put into words
Today I write...
Entelechy
5-24-13
By the beginning of another forty years
Magnolias bloom on my street corners
Where my Egypt soon is to extend
Into my promised land
Known only but what lies within
Where Being is the highest form of consciousness
Of what I would once know
Where our sorrow doth turn into bliss
Synonymous to the entelechy
In a new beginning of the next forty years
That by faith I embark upon
Even when I cannot see my way there....
Our Most Natural
5-24-13
Our land of Egypt is laid desolate
In that our sin is the most natural of these manifestations
These illusions, these shadows
Illustrations and types
That we can with eyes see plainly
As such words that flow from fountain pens
By my faith in favor where we are quite fortunate
In our land of Egypt
Being laid desolate
In hopes that such we need not build again....
A Kingdom Base
5-24-13
They shall be in that holy place as a kingdom base
Reconciled by God's love and grace
Where the city is laid desolate and laid waste
Where we hope to cease to make haste
In such prostration into a state more chaste
Bringing again the captives
In that such are redeemed
Where our glory will be beyond anything we could have dreamed....
Toper
5-24-13
I was as the toper of transcendence that travelled to and fro
From one pub to the other
As the toper true to myself with my every draft
Gazing out into the depth of seas
To view my fore and aft
Being the toper in trails quite trivial
Up next to what I would come to know or even see
Still the toper when it comes to the matters of what the Spirit has in store...
Home Base
5-24-13
The basest of all kingdoms doth not exalt himself again
Above that which can be but perceived by fleshly senses
In where we yet covet our optimum view of the southeast corner
Of our firmament
In that the basest of all forms of light
Yet are to flood through my orifices
That I still try to dig with pick and spade
Coming to realize that all debt is in full paid...
Baldric
5-24-13
Of my baldrics and bolts
I receive a newfangled aftertaste of bacon and cheese melts
Thankful to have shelter in the driving winds quite unseasonal
For such being so late in May
Of my baldrics and suspenders
We can say O, weal and woe worth the day
In that my pants are held up with all that here I have to say...
5-29-13
I have tasted the highest form of consciousness
Defined as the Being that goes beyond the illusion of the duality
In that I wonder, O, can I know this again
Wherein today I take up again my ball point pen
Knowing to be delivered from the lion's den
Given the Spirit of the Comforter
That comes with a punch of Zen
Where I have tasted
That which cannot be put into words
Today I write...
Entelechy
5-24-13
By the beginning of another forty years
Magnolias bloom on my street corners
Where my Egypt soon is to extend
Into my promised land
Known only but what lies within
Where Being is the highest form of consciousness
Of what I would once know
Where our sorrow doth turn into bliss
Synonymous to the entelechy
In a new beginning of the next forty years
That by faith I embark upon
Even when I cannot see my way there....
Our Most Natural
5-24-13
Our land of Egypt is laid desolate
In that our sin is the most natural of these manifestations
These illusions, these shadows
Illustrations and types
That we can with eyes see plainly
As such words that flow from fountain pens
By my faith in favor where we are quite fortunate
In our land of Egypt
Being laid desolate
In hopes that such we need not build again....
A Kingdom Base
5-24-13
They shall be in that holy place as a kingdom base
Reconciled by God's love and grace
Where the city is laid desolate and laid waste
Where we hope to cease to make haste
In such prostration into a state more chaste
Bringing again the captives
In that such are redeemed
Where our glory will be beyond anything we could have dreamed....
Toper
5-24-13
I was as the toper of transcendence that travelled to and fro
From one pub to the other
As the toper true to myself with my every draft
Gazing out into the depth of seas
To view my fore and aft
Being the toper in trails quite trivial
Up next to what I would come to know or even see
Still the toper when it comes to the matters of what the Spirit has in store...
Home Base
5-24-13
The basest of all kingdoms doth not exalt himself again
Above that which can be but perceived by fleshly senses
In where we yet covet our optimum view of the southeast corner
Of our firmament
In that the basest of all forms of light
Yet are to flood through my orifices
That I still try to dig with pick and spade
Coming to realize that all debt is in full paid...
Baldric
5-24-13
Of my baldrics and bolts
I receive a newfangled aftertaste of bacon and cheese melts
Thankful to have shelter in the driving winds quite unseasonal
For such being so late in May
Of my baldrics and suspenders
We can say O, weal and woe worth the day
In that my pants are held up with all that here I have to say...
checkmate
Checkmate
9-2-14
Of computerized critics
Of superior cynics
I go back to the clinics
To check myself at the door
And so it's no fear renegade steer clear
To the point where I can no longer hear
Where water is scarce and I face my fear
As in their own image the world is fashion
And I will do just this to be as my passion
As coffee runs in rivers
But only God delivers
Hey, it's power to you now
I don't remember much
But I am just what I am....
Finding
9-2-14
O, God's stars to wish upon
Are intricate and colossal
Come the finding of another childhood dinosaur fossil
I scare myself half to death
But to be brought back to life
It will never be good enough for them
In taking up my box cutting knife
According to the outcome
It all works out to the beat of a different drum
Given the benefit of the doubt
O, maybe exile is a time for spiritual growth
As the state of integrity I bear my Ishmael and no Isaac
According to the promise of the burden
It will surely serve us well....
Workout
9-2-14
I work out my excuses
As if today were to be my last
To bury the world as it was
Going on another cheap and expensive fast
That the triumphing of the wicked is there
And I am left alone here to but admonish and exhort
O, he swallowed down riches
By a light of a Camel with its Newport
O, better luck next time, Lord willing
Come the chime of ten and extra filling
I work out my excuses
In my flesh known as personal appearance
O, the earth
O, begin the day with a friendly voice
I will work it out...
H.P.
9-2-14
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
With honest machinery making modern music
O, every high priest is taken from among men
By the fluent flow of my fountain pen
Compassed and beset
I tend to be one to forgive and forget
No man takes this honor unto himself
As one to but fret difficult chords
For many gods and many lords
I am expected to be more passionate the next time around
O, I think too much
By my hopes of female flowers
And to but pass in poetry these hours
All is vanity
For brewing and for medicine...
Bear With Me A Little Folly
4-2-14
O, bear with me that I may speak
I'm doing fantastic to but take another leak
All through your day, a prisoner in chains
Skies appear yet dreary and bleak
O, can a man be profitable
In that he will still but seek
The book of Job is always a good idea
And blessed are the meek
O, so you are fighting evil but walking the same
As so I will say with my conscience
O, blessed be the name
O, bear with me a little folly
And perfect and incomplete...
One Poem Written On The Second Floor
9-3-14
In twilight premature I am in labor
Following my holiday
A reason to celebrate
O, can a man be profitable to himself
And life was hard in the backseat
Riding down Eastern Boulevard
And all was discreet on Pine Street
I pray for them that they find their shelter
And something to eat
And Job will say in reply
I will not curse God and die
Like did my Ipod
And I will not tell a lie
Everything is dark
So why not accept it
As so I will give it another try....
9-2-14
Of computerized critics
Of superior cynics
I go back to the clinics
To check myself at the door
And so it's no fear renegade steer clear
To the point where I can no longer hear
Where water is scarce and I face my fear
As in their own image the world is fashion
And I will do just this to be as my passion
As coffee runs in rivers
But only God delivers
Hey, it's power to you now
I don't remember much
But I am just what I am....
Finding
9-2-14
O, God's stars to wish upon
Are intricate and colossal
Come the finding of another childhood dinosaur fossil
I scare myself half to death
But to be brought back to life
It will never be good enough for them
In taking up my box cutting knife
According to the outcome
It all works out to the beat of a different drum
Given the benefit of the doubt
O, maybe exile is a time for spiritual growth
As the state of integrity I bear my Ishmael and no Isaac
According to the promise of the burden
It will surely serve us well....
Workout
9-2-14
I work out my excuses
As if today were to be my last
To bury the world as it was
Going on another cheap and expensive fast
That the triumphing of the wicked is there
And I am left alone here to but admonish and exhort
O, he swallowed down riches
By a light of a Camel with its Newport
O, better luck next time, Lord willing
Come the chime of ten and extra filling
I work out my excuses
In my flesh known as personal appearance
O, the earth
O, begin the day with a friendly voice
I will work it out...
H.P.
9-2-14
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
With honest machinery making modern music
O, every high priest is taken from among men
By the fluent flow of my fountain pen
Compassed and beset
I tend to be one to forgive and forget
No man takes this honor unto himself
As one to but fret difficult chords
For many gods and many lords
I am expected to be more passionate the next time around
O, I think too much
By my hopes of female flowers
And to but pass in poetry these hours
All is vanity
For brewing and for medicine...
Bear With Me A Little Folly
4-2-14
O, bear with me that I may speak
I'm doing fantastic to but take another leak
All through your day, a prisoner in chains
Skies appear yet dreary and bleak
O, can a man be profitable
In that he will still but seek
The book of Job is always a good idea
And blessed are the meek
O, so you are fighting evil but walking the same
As so I will say with my conscience
O, blessed be the name
O, bear with me a little folly
And perfect and incomplete...
One Poem Written On The Second Floor
9-3-14
In twilight premature I am in labor
Following my holiday
A reason to celebrate
O, can a man be profitable to himself
And life was hard in the backseat
Riding down Eastern Boulevard
And all was discreet on Pine Street
I pray for them that they find their shelter
And something to eat
And Job will say in reply
I will not curse God and die
Like did my Ipod
And I will not tell a lie
Everything is dark
So why not accept it
As so I will give it another try....
Friday, March 13, 2015
valentine
Valentine Found
2-14-15
I didn't dump my Sony
I just let her sleep
Soon to call up my lady friend to wish her a happy Valentines Day
She might be at work
In heaven we will understand each other perfectly
I may have got a card or two in the mail from those whom care
I call her up and tell her she's my valentine
O, stand still and see this salvation which he will accomplish for you today
I didn't dump my Sony.....
Our Traditional Route
2-14-15
Many branches pour on into the Mediterranean
According to the map where Canaan is yet to be reached
By those that believe and claim these promises
Into Rameses, into Migdol
I am not ashamed of this
I will pull through
I will pray for you
I will see today something new
Even when I leave not my front door
With my Dell on shuffle
Out Of Time comes on at random
I turned up the radio so I could hear it
An archive from my Stoner days
They loved me and I am glad to look back on this
Listen...
Lift Up Your Rod
2-14-15
God will fight for you
Jesus has been everywhere
You are yet to go
But I choose to stay right here and now
Smoking cigarettes like the devil because I have them
Needing to use my sugar sparingly
On Monday I replenish my supply
And it's enough to make me break down with tears of joy and cry
My main man is on tonight
And one day I will meet him again on High
God will fight for you
Go there and see...
Full Shift
2-14-15
Reading the bible pisses Satan off
But so be it
He is on the bottom of my left boot
And these poems about it will be my fruit
I don't need to join them
Going through on dry ground
To enter the promised land
Giving my Aiwa a rest
I put in my full shift today
Upon my passion
Where blue and black ink is my fashion
Switching over to my black beauty
Still drinking coffee like it was my poetic duty
I like her sweet and hot and black
It's just the way I am...
The Light Turneth Green
2-14-15
Nehemiah perks up the devil's ears
Concerning spiritual warfare that needs not be our fears
All full of glory
In a dream I have a few more beers
Still on the wagon in real life and Jesus hears
Right here and now is the in between
And if you knew me you'd know just what I mean
Not near enough the light turneth green
Living inside, I don't need to make the scene
The other ten spies didn't see it
But I accept today my choice to stay put
And do just what I do....
Just Scratching The Surface
2-14-15
Most of us prefer to look back
As I take up today pens blue and black
I look forward to tomorrow
If the winds aren't too strong to go
We are as grasshoppers
They are too tall
So we make our lame excuses
Come nightfall when we trade the mission of the method
We can make ourselves as our golden calf
Still in search for my better half
God already has it all lined up
And I must believe this....
2-14-15
I didn't dump my Sony
I just let her sleep
Soon to call up my lady friend to wish her a happy Valentines Day
She might be at work
In heaven we will understand each other perfectly
I may have got a card or two in the mail from those whom care
I call her up and tell her she's my valentine
O, stand still and see this salvation which he will accomplish for you today
I didn't dump my Sony.....
Our Traditional Route
2-14-15
Many branches pour on into the Mediterranean
According to the map where Canaan is yet to be reached
By those that believe and claim these promises
Into Rameses, into Migdol
I am not ashamed of this
I will pull through
I will pray for you
I will see today something new
Even when I leave not my front door
With my Dell on shuffle
Out Of Time comes on at random
I turned up the radio so I could hear it
An archive from my Stoner days
They loved me and I am glad to look back on this
Listen...
Lift Up Your Rod
2-14-15
God will fight for you
Jesus has been everywhere
You are yet to go
But I choose to stay right here and now
Smoking cigarettes like the devil because I have them
Needing to use my sugar sparingly
On Monday I replenish my supply
And it's enough to make me break down with tears of joy and cry
My main man is on tonight
And one day I will meet him again on High
God will fight for you
Go there and see...
Full Shift
2-14-15
Reading the bible pisses Satan off
But so be it
He is on the bottom of my left boot
And these poems about it will be my fruit
I don't need to join them
Going through on dry ground
To enter the promised land
Giving my Aiwa a rest
I put in my full shift today
Upon my passion
Where blue and black ink is my fashion
Switching over to my black beauty
Still drinking coffee like it was my poetic duty
I like her sweet and hot and black
It's just the way I am...
The Light Turneth Green
2-14-15
Nehemiah perks up the devil's ears
Concerning spiritual warfare that needs not be our fears
All full of glory
In a dream I have a few more beers
Still on the wagon in real life and Jesus hears
Right here and now is the in between
And if you knew me you'd know just what I mean
Not near enough the light turneth green
Living inside, I don't need to make the scene
The other ten spies didn't see it
But I accept today my choice to stay put
And do just what I do....
Just Scratching The Surface
2-14-15
Most of us prefer to look back
As I take up today pens blue and black
I look forward to tomorrow
If the winds aren't too strong to go
We are as grasshoppers
They are too tall
So we make our lame excuses
Come nightfall when we trade the mission of the method
We can make ourselves as our golden calf
Still in search for my better half
God already has it all lined up
And I must believe this....
cluster
Cluster
2-6-15
Two hours before the sun
I do all for God's glory
Even the percolation of another pot of Joe
He is still in my heart
These are better days and I'm off to another good start
As I am one to proclaim O, thou art
As they will sit, every man under his own vine
And under his own fig tree
To gather their clusters for their fermentation
And I pray that I will stay up
Now that I'm out of bed
As music pours into my meek head
Two hours before the sun
Yeah, you are still the One....
Rex
2-6-15
I was comparing myself to Moses daubed with pitch
In the river Nile
And I was chastised with a call from a brother
That sometimes doth but vex
So I put it all off this today
And writing is my sex
Come the chime of six
I pray for those that are in their wrecks
With Springsteen on my Sony
Where I take in the sacred text
And now that I'm up and up for the day
With my tyranasaurus rex
She is my favorite dinosaur
Whom can't compete with murder...
B.S.G.H.
2-6-15
I dig hits collections
In that they are unpredictable
Sometimes it's sad when you know the next song
Before it even begins
As the blood of Jesus washes away all of my sins
Still tied to these vices in their more than generous prices
At my altar I make my sacrifices
And soon the sun comes up on my weariness
And I get my second and third wind
Remembering my junior collage experience where I hath sinned...
Daub Me
2-6-15
I begin again today my passion
And of Spirit I get my lavish ration
Where Scripture with its rock and roll is its fashion
I begin again
I take up tablet and pen
But not according to when
While all is Now I take a deep toke and count to ten
The boss looked like he was high due to exhaustion
This was his passion like mine today and I'm at it again
Hallelujiah, amen and Amen
O, daub me with asphalt and pitch.....
In Midian
2-6-15
Today I plow through Exodus
To learn about my man, Moses
By thorns, by roots in fertile soil
Are our royal one hour till sunup striking curious poses
The badlands start treating us good
Where love is the top of the entire law according to the brotherhood
It doesn't matter if you're black or blue
O, darling pen, I think you should
Who are you to be a judge over us
I am what I am today
I plow on through to see how far I can go
In this wilderness of promise....
North
2-6-15
Wind chills in the single digits
A prisoner of love and a freeman from the elements
I have much good to look back upon of magic moments
In my kitten love nostalgia
Adam raises Abel once again and this is my treasure
I take Zipporah to be my own
Drawing some tap water but not to stand alone
To inherit these sins all covered by the love I shine forth
As come Tuesday again I go north...
In Midian (Part 2)
2-6-15
The moon is beautiful in the west sky
If I have the time to stand and look and stop to think
I have much to look back to
Of that which the girl in pink at the roller rink
As today my goal is to blog and post as one to float
When I try to sink
There is something in the twilight where I stand upon the brink
Tending the flock of Jethro
I meet her there when I return
Stated in the present tense to make this dream real....
In Midian (Part 3)
2-6-15
Blessed not to live in Albany
The sun comes up and I am what I Am in East York
Today it's just me and Jesus and His amazing Grace
Come now therefore and Pharaoh will harden his heart
And no, I will not let your people go
Will be as a work of art
So that this power might be made known
Today I am not alone
Call him that we might eat bread...
2-6-15
Two hours before the sun
I do all for God's glory
Even the percolation of another pot of Joe
He is still in my heart
These are better days and I'm off to another good start
As I am one to proclaim O, thou art
As they will sit, every man under his own vine
And under his own fig tree
To gather their clusters for their fermentation
And I pray that I will stay up
Now that I'm out of bed
As music pours into my meek head
Two hours before the sun
Yeah, you are still the One....
Rex
2-6-15
I was comparing myself to Moses daubed with pitch
In the river Nile
And I was chastised with a call from a brother
That sometimes doth but vex
So I put it all off this today
And writing is my sex
Come the chime of six
I pray for those that are in their wrecks
With Springsteen on my Sony
Where I take in the sacred text
And now that I'm up and up for the day
With my tyranasaurus rex
She is my favorite dinosaur
Whom can't compete with murder...
B.S.G.H.
2-6-15
I dig hits collections
In that they are unpredictable
Sometimes it's sad when you know the next song
Before it even begins
As the blood of Jesus washes away all of my sins
Still tied to these vices in their more than generous prices
At my altar I make my sacrifices
And soon the sun comes up on my weariness
And I get my second and third wind
Remembering my junior collage experience where I hath sinned...
Daub Me
2-6-15
I begin again today my passion
And of Spirit I get my lavish ration
Where Scripture with its rock and roll is its fashion
I begin again
I take up tablet and pen
But not according to when
While all is Now I take a deep toke and count to ten
The boss looked like he was high due to exhaustion
This was his passion like mine today and I'm at it again
Hallelujiah, amen and Amen
O, daub me with asphalt and pitch.....
In Midian
2-6-15
Today I plow through Exodus
To learn about my man, Moses
By thorns, by roots in fertile soil
Are our royal one hour till sunup striking curious poses
The badlands start treating us good
Where love is the top of the entire law according to the brotherhood
It doesn't matter if you're black or blue
O, darling pen, I think you should
Who are you to be a judge over us
I am what I am today
I plow on through to see how far I can go
In this wilderness of promise....
North
2-6-15
Wind chills in the single digits
A prisoner of love and a freeman from the elements
I have much good to look back upon of magic moments
In my kitten love nostalgia
Adam raises Abel once again and this is my treasure
I take Zipporah to be my own
Drawing some tap water but not to stand alone
To inherit these sins all covered by the love I shine forth
As come Tuesday again I go north...
In Midian (Part 2)
2-6-15
The moon is beautiful in the west sky
If I have the time to stand and look and stop to think
I have much to look back to
Of that which the girl in pink at the roller rink
As today my goal is to blog and post as one to float
When I try to sink
There is something in the twilight where I stand upon the brink
Tending the flock of Jethro
I meet her there when I return
Stated in the present tense to make this dream real....
In Midian (Part 3)
2-6-15
Blessed not to live in Albany
The sun comes up and I am what I Am in East York
Today it's just me and Jesus and His amazing Grace
Come now therefore and Pharaoh will harden his heart
And no, I will not let your people go
Will be as a work of art
So that this power might be made known
Today I am not alone
Call him that we might eat bread...
Thursday, March 12, 2015
sump
Sump
10-9-11
In my countermarch
Leading me back to where I came from
I set my sights on sweet horizons
Determined to on this night get some
Yet to make sense of even the cesspool and the sump
As a little leaven doth yet leaven the whole lump
Affected by the remaining tree stump
Where compost is discarded
In the city dump
In the countermarch
Back to the place where I begin again
In new hopes for all prosperity...
New Taste Of Honey
10-9-11
In my convivial convictions
I put to work as tools all stumblingblocks and addictions
When becoming the drunk was the best thing that ever happened to me
Given freely a new taste of honey in my coffee with no such haste
In my convivial convictions
I learn the language of sincerity in love
Where I look to what lies beyond and above
Where the hawk at last makes peace with the dove.....
Ask
10-9-11
O, ask God of things to come
Of charades in parades
Where the minstrel will carry his drum
To serenade all serenity of the subtlety of the soul
Yet to become one with this music bestowed upon poets
As a true token of being worthy of life and death
Yet to be given the master over all that is contrary
Where the situation serves as the challenge to try our hearts....
On Isaiah 45:14 (look this up)
10-9-11
Men of stature are yet to come this way unto us
When we make it through the day and board the bus
To go gambling and to go roving and rambling
Of all the labor of Egyptians and Sabeans
Making our way through the desert of the Arabians
Seeing water close by up ahead
That is more than the mirage we perceive
By way of physical manifestations
Where gratitude for a cold drink
Becomes our realization to build the bridge
That leads to all contentment and joy
In the love yet to follow...
Light Of The World
10-9-11
I am on my way to being to the world a light
Where I must claim to be worthy and know that I have the right
And to be as Jesus
O, what a thing yet to behold
To love as one and the same the summer heat and the winter cold
To see all worlds are as one
And that there is no separate entity under the sun
Where every being is a focal point of the love yet accessible
Everywhere we are yet to go...
Going To Work
10-9-11
Shiftless and listless
We are no longer given the power to do and to be
Given new focus to look and to see
Being true today to all that is me
Breaking loose from all shackles to be set free
No longer tossed to and fro
With the waves of the raging sea
Yet to transcend all such quagmire
To make our way to a more sturdy foundation
In faith and trust in that which is real
Where we are yet grounded in the truth
Here, now and today...
10-9-11
In my countermarch
Leading me back to where I came from
I set my sights on sweet horizons
Determined to on this night get some
Yet to make sense of even the cesspool and the sump
As a little leaven doth yet leaven the whole lump
Affected by the remaining tree stump
Where compost is discarded
In the city dump
In the countermarch
Back to the place where I begin again
In new hopes for all prosperity...
New Taste Of Honey
10-9-11
In my convivial convictions
I put to work as tools all stumblingblocks and addictions
When becoming the drunk was the best thing that ever happened to me
Given freely a new taste of honey in my coffee with no such haste
In my convivial convictions
I learn the language of sincerity in love
Where I look to what lies beyond and above
Where the hawk at last makes peace with the dove.....
Ask
10-9-11
O, ask God of things to come
Of charades in parades
Where the minstrel will carry his drum
To serenade all serenity of the subtlety of the soul
Yet to become one with this music bestowed upon poets
As a true token of being worthy of life and death
Yet to be given the master over all that is contrary
Where the situation serves as the challenge to try our hearts....
On Isaiah 45:14 (look this up)
10-9-11
Men of stature are yet to come this way unto us
When we make it through the day and board the bus
To go gambling and to go roving and rambling
Of all the labor of Egyptians and Sabeans
Making our way through the desert of the Arabians
Seeing water close by up ahead
That is more than the mirage we perceive
By way of physical manifestations
Where gratitude for a cold drink
Becomes our realization to build the bridge
That leads to all contentment and joy
In the love yet to follow...
Light Of The World
10-9-11
I am on my way to being to the world a light
Where I must claim to be worthy and know that I have the right
And to be as Jesus
O, what a thing yet to behold
To love as one and the same the summer heat and the winter cold
To see all worlds are as one
And that there is no separate entity under the sun
Where every being is a focal point of the love yet accessible
Everywhere we are yet to go...
Going To Work
10-9-11
Shiftless and listless
We are no longer given the power to do and to be
Given new focus to look and to see
Being true today to all that is me
Breaking loose from all shackles to be set free
No longer tossed to and fro
With the waves of the raging sea
Yet to transcend all such quagmire
To make our way to a more sturdy foundation
In faith and trust in that which is real
Where we are yet grounded in the truth
Here, now and today...
Monday, March 9, 2015
entertainer
Entertainer
2-27-11
Upon the waters of Egypt
Today I float
Casting my rod upon streams, rivers and ponds
Getting a taste of the words of my scapegoat
As the other sorcerers take up likewise
Their own magic wands
I take it slow today
And make of it a no brainer
Taking just a little bit of pride
In being the entertainer...
Stone Meets Wood
2-27-11
Stone meets Wood
Plastic meets glass
And for the first time in eleven years
I notice the perfection of her ass
Beauty is in the Beholder
As I see it to be more than skin deep
And still they say as of today
Still learning how to meditate and pray
Stepping back on the path
Choosing to be as Love
In order to be the Way....
Space Funk
2-27-11
The fish in the river died
As the waters stunk
As today I refrain from bathing
So I can keep my funk
Space funk, I call it
As a new method of getting drunk
Without the flagon or flask
Without the glass of the draft
Reverencing words such as snatch and shaft
Liberated in this freedom
To express the decadent part of me today...
Putting It To The Test
2-27-11
Faced today with the challenges of life
Seen as opportunities
For spiritual practices in relationships
In which I can claim to not be completely all alone
Putting it to the test
Taking out the garbage
Through the door facing west
Keeping my feet on the ground
Wishing you well
In saying I'll see you around
Facing some challenges of my own...
Trim
2-27-11
It's time for me to turn the calendar page over to March
And find new methods of digesting fiber, corn and starch
The things of earth grow strangely dim
Yet light will still shine upon the place
Where my mustache can use a little trim
She is my attitude today
A friend I can pass the time with
Where I write, study and jam out
Yet to learn what this is all about...
Mouth Of My River
2-27-11
Today is another day
In saying this I take three steps ahead
I missed out on breakfast
Yet in the formless manifestation
Of Being I am well fed
Making tea and adding honey
Where the mouth of my river is juicy and runny
This is good in a sense
That is beyond
The illusions of what we can see
Or even touch
As I must say out loud
That I like you and love you much....
2-27-11
Upon the waters of Egypt
Today I float
Casting my rod upon streams, rivers and ponds
Getting a taste of the words of my scapegoat
As the other sorcerers take up likewise
Their own magic wands
I take it slow today
And make of it a no brainer
Taking just a little bit of pride
In being the entertainer...
Stone Meets Wood
2-27-11
Stone meets Wood
Plastic meets glass
And for the first time in eleven years
I notice the perfection of her ass
Beauty is in the Beholder
As I see it to be more than skin deep
And still they say as of today
Still learning how to meditate and pray
Stepping back on the path
Choosing to be as Love
In order to be the Way....
Space Funk
2-27-11
The fish in the river died
As the waters stunk
As today I refrain from bathing
So I can keep my funk
Space funk, I call it
As a new method of getting drunk
Without the flagon or flask
Without the glass of the draft
Reverencing words such as snatch and shaft
Liberated in this freedom
To express the decadent part of me today...
Putting It To The Test
2-27-11
Faced today with the challenges of life
Seen as opportunities
For spiritual practices in relationships
In which I can claim to not be completely all alone
Putting it to the test
Taking out the garbage
Through the door facing west
Keeping my feet on the ground
Wishing you well
In saying I'll see you around
Facing some challenges of my own...
Trim
2-27-11
It's time for me to turn the calendar page over to March
And find new methods of digesting fiber, corn and starch
The things of earth grow strangely dim
Yet light will still shine upon the place
Where my mustache can use a little trim
She is my attitude today
A friend I can pass the time with
Where I write, study and jam out
Yet to learn what this is all about...
Mouth Of My River
2-27-11
Today is another day
In saying this I take three steps ahead
I missed out on breakfast
Yet in the formless manifestation
Of Being I am well fed
Making tea and adding honey
Where the mouth of my river is juicy and runny
This is good in a sense
That is beyond
The illusions of what we can see
Or even touch
As I must say out loud
That I like you and love you much....
marvel
Marvel
10-15-13
By my medium
Of all tedium
I take it one verse at a time
So that I might write another rhyme
Taking a look out my east window upon sunshine
Upon the roof of the Presbyterian church
Of which I wonder and marvel
Trying to read the book of Deuteronomy
And all of its laws
We hope were done away with
When the veil is rent in the midst
Given our new covenant
Of this love and grace....
Mince
10-15-13
Going home to mince my eggplant
Not to become as one who is scant
Liberally giving to those in need
That yet pine and pant
Glad that I went out shopping last night
Resting upon yesterday's laurels
In loving my God with all my strength and might
Where he doth enclose our ways with hewn stone
Making my paths straight
Revising the word
No matter how absurd
Going home to mince my turnip
To be the best song I have ever heard...
Kenspecle
10-15-13
Of that which is conspicuous and kenspecle
We hand out our gerah and our brazen shekel
Where all is obvious and manifest
Glad to have gone again to my west
Told in my mind that indeed I have passed the test
Of that which is crystal clear and easy to see
In that which is made real
According to the real me
Touching up on my Scottish and Greek
To know that I will always be one to yet seek
Prodded on by the verse that reads
Blessed are the meek...
Arsenal
10-15-13
Of agrarian animosity
In ones agricultural arsenal
Of root vegetables minced
To be sautéed in canola oil
Once again pertaining to the culinary of promotion
Of flavor we often take for granted
As if it will always be
Pouring myself onto the page
For hours at a time
Of agrarian avenues to walk along
In search for the knowledge at hand and foot....
Breastplate
10-15-13
Obedience is the breastplate of righteousness
If and when we can get it straight
Where the word of God is the sword to take up
In that it is never too late
Walking today by my faith and not by sight
Where we are not to swear at all
On that we can't make one hair black or white
Obedience is the breastplate of righteousness
Where my eyes are yet to aspire to
The impending dark of night...
Outcome
10-15-13
The end of the commandment is charity
And the top of the law is love
Where we can come to know truth in its verity
To seek what lies within and above
In a place quite blessed
Where the crow can abide with the dove
By the protection of ones fingers
In putting on a gardening glove
By our inventory and analysis
To go to the show that we'd need not miss...
10-15-13
By my medium
Of all tedium
I take it one verse at a time
So that I might write another rhyme
Taking a look out my east window upon sunshine
Upon the roof of the Presbyterian church
Of which I wonder and marvel
Trying to read the book of Deuteronomy
And all of its laws
We hope were done away with
When the veil is rent in the midst
Given our new covenant
Of this love and grace....
Mince
10-15-13
Going home to mince my eggplant
Not to become as one who is scant
Liberally giving to those in need
That yet pine and pant
Glad that I went out shopping last night
Resting upon yesterday's laurels
In loving my God with all my strength and might
Where he doth enclose our ways with hewn stone
Making my paths straight
Revising the word
No matter how absurd
Going home to mince my turnip
To be the best song I have ever heard...
Kenspecle
10-15-13
Of that which is conspicuous and kenspecle
We hand out our gerah and our brazen shekel
Where all is obvious and manifest
Glad to have gone again to my west
Told in my mind that indeed I have passed the test
Of that which is crystal clear and easy to see
In that which is made real
According to the real me
Touching up on my Scottish and Greek
To know that I will always be one to yet seek
Prodded on by the verse that reads
Blessed are the meek...
Arsenal
10-15-13
Of agrarian animosity
In ones agricultural arsenal
Of root vegetables minced
To be sautéed in canola oil
Once again pertaining to the culinary of promotion
Of flavor we often take for granted
As if it will always be
Pouring myself onto the page
For hours at a time
Of agrarian avenues to walk along
In search for the knowledge at hand and foot....
Breastplate
10-15-13
Obedience is the breastplate of righteousness
If and when we can get it straight
Where the word of God is the sword to take up
In that it is never too late
Walking today by my faith and not by sight
Where we are not to swear at all
On that we can't make one hair black or white
Obedience is the breastplate of righteousness
Where my eyes are yet to aspire to
The impending dark of night...
Outcome
10-15-13
The end of the commandment is charity
And the top of the law is love
Where we can come to know truth in its verity
To seek what lies within and above
In a place quite blessed
Where the crow can abide with the dove
By the protection of ones fingers
In putting on a gardening glove
By our inventory and analysis
To go to the show that we'd need not miss...
cortisol
Cortisol
10-21-14
Cortisol levels are usually low
Where it is a strength to say
Hey, I do not know
All dressed up with no place to go
Oxytocin levels are high
Come the example of the simple equation
Of which we ask the why
I'm the man on the outside looking in
In that even when I lose indeed I win
By my zygomaticus major I smile
And it serves as my mortal sin
This is the first page
Of the rest of my profession
Waiting on that first step
Come this confession
O, why do I do this
The answer is simply just because....
It's Something
10-21-14
O, why do I do this
The answer remains
Because it is something
Given today the only agenda to but persist
Come the evening breeze that followeth the morning mist
I hope to do much more than just simply exist
O, turn my land into gold
And clench not a fist
Given another clean shave
As smooth as a baby's behind
Leaning upon my golden stave
As one to quiet the mind
Come the fires that never stir again
Come this blue scribbling
From my humble pen
Delivered from the lion's den
I ask no more why
And inquire instead, O when
O, why do I do this
Because it is something...
Oar
10-21-14
Angle STP is trisected
According to the courage of my nihilistic pursuits
Come the first month of my vernal equinox
Yet to rock on with clarinets and flutes
Assuming my savasana
As my closing pose
Glad yet to know that my Jesus, he knows
Angle STP is trisected
And the feeling, it grows
Come overanalysis
That kills in in touching my toes
Of my inspirational epic written here
Such is the way that it goes
Six more archives
I have my work cut out for me
By the oar that rows....
Released (Posthumous)
10-21-14
Most of these live archives
Are released after Jerry's passing
He's gone but he has just arrived
As the evil twin of inspiration is our jealousy
And another hath survived
Rolling down the track upon which he thrived
Come the sense that our actions are valued
By those that look upon us
Nothing left to do but smile
In that it is as it is
Come gratitude and its evil twin indebtedness
For foam, froth and fizz
Come inspiration, love
And its counterpart of awe
I partake in the steak raw
That has yet no flaw...
Ready
10-21-14
Ready to err
Prepared to abide alongside a cat that doth purr
Fixing to touch the warming of her fur
Changing subjects again
According to what was
And all that we were once were
With a feeling of coldness in my extremities
As I reach out to her
Ready to go astray
Ready to get on with the friction of the day
Ready for the actions I am yet to weigh
Ready to but bleat, low and neigh
In my churchyard by my river
It's going to be okay
Ready to traverse
In that gladness I rehearse
Ready...
My Interest
10-20-14
It's been interesting
Here at the library
Once absent for the cause of continuity
Twice present for the battle of truth
Thrice wayward for the reason of rhyme
Taking a day off for another prolific sitting in time
When you keep a wall around your heart
To protect it from pain
You also diminish your capacity for pleasure
And when you endeavor to keep out the falling rain
You'll miss out on plunder and treasure
Changing subjects midway
For the cause of leisure
It's been interesting...
10-21-14
Cortisol levels are usually low
Where it is a strength to say
Hey, I do not know
All dressed up with no place to go
Oxytocin levels are high
Come the example of the simple equation
Of which we ask the why
I'm the man on the outside looking in
In that even when I lose indeed I win
By my zygomaticus major I smile
And it serves as my mortal sin
This is the first page
Of the rest of my profession
Waiting on that first step
Come this confession
O, why do I do this
The answer is simply just because....
It's Something
10-21-14
O, why do I do this
The answer remains
Because it is something
Given today the only agenda to but persist
Come the evening breeze that followeth the morning mist
I hope to do much more than just simply exist
O, turn my land into gold
And clench not a fist
Given another clean shave
As smooth as a baby's behind
Leaning upon my golden stave
As one to quiet the mind
Come the fires that never stir again
Come this blue scribbling
From my humble pen
Delivered from the lion's den
I ask no more why
And inquire instead, O when
O, why do I do this
Because it is something...
Oar
10-21-14
Angle STP is trisected
According to the courage of my nihilistic pursuits
Come the first month of my vernal equinox
Yet to rock on with clarinets and flutes
Assuming my savasana
As my closing pose
Glad yet to know that my Jesus, he knows
Angle STP is trisected
And the feeling, it grows
Come overanalysis
That kills in in touching my toes
Of my inspirational epic written here
Such is the way that it goes
Six more archives
I have my work cut out for me
By the oar that rows....
Released (Posthumous)
10-21-14
Most of these live archives
Are released after Jerry's passing
He's gone but he has just arrived
As the evil twin of inspiration is our jealousy
And another hath survived
Rolling down the track upon which he thrived
Come the sense that our actions are valued
By those that look upon us
Nothing left to do but smile
In that it is as it is
Come gratitude and its evil twin indebtedness
For foam, froth and fizz
Come inspiration, love
And its counterpart of awe
I partake in the steak raw
That has yet no flaw...
Ready
10-21-14
Ready to err
Prepared to abide alongside a cat that doth purr
Fixing to touch the warming of her fur
Changing subjects again
According to what was
And all that we were once were
With a feeling of coldness in my extremities
As I reach out to her
Ready to go astray
Ready to get on with the friction of the day
Ready for the actions I am yet to weigh
Ready to but bleat, low and neigh
In my churchyard by my river
It's going to be okay
Ready to traverse
In that gladness I rehearse
Ready...
My Interest
10-20-14
It's been interesting
Here at the library
Once absent for the cause of continuity
Twice present for the battle of truth
Thrice wayward for the reason of rhyme
Taking a day off for another prolific sitting in time
When you keep a wall around your heart
To protect it from pain
You also diminish your capacity for pleasure
And when you endeavor to keep out the falling rain
You'll miss out on plunder and treasure
Changing subjects midway
For the cause of leisure
It's been interesting...
Sunday, March 8, 2015
whisper
A Whisper
1-11-11
I whisper halleluliah
To combat despondency
And hope to rise above
Changing the way I think
In chanting a mantra
That states that God is love
Starting with a drop of fresh water
In my tin bucket
Watching and waiting
While in the meantime I quench my thirst
From a cold bottle
And swallow my daily multivitamin
And whisper hallelujiah
As a form of oil to run into my skin
Making it baby soft
And fit for self affection
Whispering halleluliah
As a prerequisite to enlightenment
With giving of thanks
And spiritual sincere thanksgiving....
Still On The Wagon
1-11-11
Setting sail on a subtle sea
To obtain saline serenity
I think I have used this alliteration before
Quite a few times
In banal and trite rhymes
Pulling off legal crimes
Of making moonshine after prohibition
In the precarious position
In a symbolic sense
Setting out on my mission
Inebriated on sobriety
Still on the wagon
Combatting depression and anxiety
Able to watch a documentary
About it on television
And still maintain my integrity
In my propriety
And I have joy in saying
That I still believe...
Now Is The Time
1-11-11
Behold
Now is the accepted time
As from my toilet lid
So falls to the floor another dime
What can this mean for the sake of God
Called also the Omniscient
To inform the blind
That his grace and power is sufficient
As he hears our prayers
In our days of salvation
I am not worthy to write about this
But I do because it is what I'm meant to
Behold
Now is the time to live
As myself I am ordained
To love and to forgive...
God Loves Our Imperfections
1-11-11
Yesterday I suffered
From a condition of spiritual arthritis
Supposing it necessary
To send to them my personal Epaphroditus
Could it have been a penalty
For the way I murmured
While sitting in the stairway exasperated
That my nurse was running late
Disposed to forget and forgive
And to with love war against my hate
And I burn in my lust
Watching Scooby Doo
In getting a look at Daphnie
Somehow becoming aroused
In knowing this in the way God made me
In the philosophy that he loves our imperfections
As real as the truth we take our whole lives to learn about
As the good sign that we are whole in our doubt....
Another Kitten Dream
1-11-11
Last night in my meditation
I struggled due to a head cold
And when I held my breath
It was like my head was on fire
Because I forced the air through my nonstrils with haste
So I gave it a rest and went to sleep to dream of kittens
That I played with a little too rough
Light years away from the conscious idea
That Jesus is enough
Yet to travel far in such a vessel
Against which I still contend and wrestle
Yet to know the deeper symbolism in this
Of a depth that has no end
Where I become real
And cease to try to pretend.....
Fact And Fiction
1-11-11
Learning how to relax and work simetaneously
A thought I now jot down in its assymetrical meter
Plowing through the New Testament
Written by John, Paul and Peter
In their times of multiple hardships
Leaving us with no excuses
Watching a cartoon about a scientist and a freethinker
That I admire
Putting forth a universal negative
That it is impossible to prove
That something does not exist
The message is real
Even when the character might be fictional....
1-11-11
I whisper halleluliah
To combat despondency
And hope to rise above
Changing the way I think
In chanting a mantra
That states that God is love
Starting with a drop of fresh water
In my tin bucket
Watching and waiting
While in the meantime I quench my thirst
From a cold bottle
And swallow my daily multivitamin
And whisper hallelujiah
As a form of oil to run into my skin
Making it baby soft
And fit for self affection
Whispering halleluliah
As a prerequisite to enlightenment
With giving of thanks
And spiritual sincere thanksgiving....
Still On The Wagon
1-11-11
Setting sail on a subtle sea
To obtain saline serenity
I think I have used this alliteration before
Quite a few times
In banal and trite rhymes
Pulling off legal crimes
Of making moonshine after prohibition
In the precarious position
In a symbolic sense
Setting out on my mission
Inebriated on sobriety
Still on the wagon
Combatting depression and anxiety
Able to watch a documentary
About it on television
And still maintain my integrity
In my propriety
And I have joy in saying
That I still believe...
Now Is The Time
1-11-11
Behold
Now is the accepted time
As from my toilet lid
So falls to the floor another dime
What can this mean for the sake of God
Called also the Omniscient
To inform the blind
That his grace and power is sufficient
As he hears our prayers
In our days of salvation
I am not worthy to write about this
But I do because it is what I'm meant to
Behold
Now is the time to live
As myself I am ordained
To love and to forgive...
God Loves Our Imperfections
1-11-11
Yesterday I suffered
From a condition of spiritual arthritis
Supposing it necessary
To send to them my personal Epaphroditus
Could it have been a penalty
For the way I murmured
While sitting in the stairway exasperated
That my nurse was running late
Disposed to forget and forgive
And to with love war against my hate
And I burn in my lust
Watching Scooby Doo
In getting a look at Daphnie
Somehow becoming aroused
In knowing this in the way God made me
In the philosophy that he loves our imperfections
As real as the truth we take our whole lives to learn about
As the good sign that we are whole in our doubt....
Another Kitten Dream
1-11-11
Last night in my meditation
I struggled due to a head cold
And when I held my breath
It was like my head was on fire
Because I forced the air through my nonstrils with haste
So I gave it a rest and went to sleep to dream of kittens
That I played with a little too rough
Light years away from the conscious idea
That Jesus is enough
Yet to travel far in such a vessel
Against which I still contend and wrestle
Yet to know the deeper symbolism in this
Of a depth that has no end
Where I become real
And cease to try to pretend.....
Fact And Fiction
1-11-11
Learning how to relax and work simetaneously
A thought I now jot down in its assymetrical meter
Plowing through the New Testament
Written by John, Paul and Peter
In their times of multiple hardships
Leaving us with no excuses
Watching a cartoon about a scientist and a freethinker
That I admire
Putting forth a universal negative
That it is impossible to prove
That something does not exist
The message is real
Even when the character might be fictional....
Friday, March 6, 2015
superfluity
Superfluity
6-24-11
In my superfluity and excess
In can seem to me that more is less
Where I need not win their approval
In that I've got no one to impress
Where in my mind's eye
I take off her dress
This time around
Quite bold in what I openly recite
As in this love I reach a pristine height
Yet to play the archives that for so long have been denied
Glad that the sea is vast, deep and wide
Where the only catch of the deal is my pride
Wherein I just might get my heart broken
Yet it is all well worthwhile
In taking my chances...
Provider
6-24-11
Being a doer and not only a hearer
I practice my love in a gesture
Outside my east window
Unto a brother in need
I wish him well
With a prayer like a magic spell
Wherein I give and receive
As I buy and sell
Being as one of the providers
Of the common people that serves our economy
As a backbone
Where at the base of my spine
Is where it's at
On this night of healing
Wherein I am made whole
In the union of all that is
In the depths of my soul...
Rheme
6-24-11
In a comment
Said to be a witty rheme
I initiate the topic
That would go on for a half an hour
To pat myself on the back
In being the catalyst of a productive discussion
In the meeting of the very important minds
As a divine appointment
Of healing and sorting things out
That I call my work cut out for me today once again
So I can bring her home with me
In the ball point of my humble and noble pen...
Learn From Joy
6-24-11
We learn in what we are yet to suffer
Yet lately constrained
To learn as well from joy
In where I have been a very good and bad boy
A sinner and a saint
Of a disposition quiet and quaint
Given the words to speak of the Spirit
That fills me in a breeze that gives me life
As she kills me where I am glad to die
In her arms to live again
With my head laying all night betwixt her breasts
With four hours to spare
In hopes to work with this extra care...
Gendarme
6-24-11
Such emancipation
Will cost me a leg and an arm
Where I consider a well
The French police known as the gendarme
But what does this have to do with anything
But for the fact that I seek to be free
In what I am yet to come to learn and see
As I request my good success
To leave the nest
To go on my grocery shopping quest
Where emancipation will be yet manifested
If only I can simply allow it to be....
On Hebrews 5:14 (check this out)
6-24-11
Strong meat belongs
To those that have their senses excercised
To know for themselves between the evil and the good
Where I look to the sky half clouded
And I say a prayer for the neighborhood
Yet to step out to hug my tree
Feeling good to call myself a hippy
In that I think free
When in this lifetime I seek it all
Where strong meat belongs to consumers
That have what they want
With no need to go back
To that godforsaken shopping mall...
Storm Not Strange
6-24-11
Writing my eulogy for the big man
In a prayer during another meditation
Yet to transmute my grief
Into joy prepared for a new shift of consciousness
To reach higher levels of enlightenment
Yet to as well learn from the joy that follows
Where I can say that I've been there and done that
Leaving the outcome open
For all that is subject to change
Where the storm will hit yet today
To me it's not strange
Where I celebrate these dark clouds
That come in the form of new hope...
6-24-11
In my superfluity and excess
In can seem to me that more is less
Where I need not win their approval
In that I've got no one to impress
Where in my mind's eye
I take off her dress
This time around
Quite bold in what I openly recite
As in this love I reach a pristine height
Yet to play the archives that for so long have been denied
Glad that the sea is vast, deep and wide
Where the only catch of the deal is my pride
Wherein I just might get my heart broken
Yet it is all well worthwhile
In taking my chances...
Provider
6-24-11
Being a doer and not only a hearer
I practice my love in a gesture
Outside my east window
Unto a brother in need
I wish him well
With a prayer like a magic spell
Wherein I give and receive
As I buy and sell
Being as one of the providers
Of the common people that serves our economy
As a backbone
Where at the base of my spine
Is where it's at
On this night of healing
Wherein I am made whole
In the union of all that is
In the depths of my soul...
Rheme
6-24-11
In a comment
Said to be a witty rheme
I initiate the topic
That would go on for a half an hour
To pat myself on the back
In being the catalyst of a productive discussion
In the meeting of the very important minds
As a divine appointment
Of healing and sorting things out
That I call my work cut out for me today once again
So I can bring her home with me
In the ball point of my humble and noble pen...
Learn From Joy
6-24-11
We learn in what we are yet to suffer
Yet lately constrained
To learn as well from joy
In where I have been a very good and bad boy
A sinner and a saint
Of a disposition quiet and quaint
Given the words to speak of the Spirit
That fills me in a breeze that gives me life
As she kills me where I am glad to die
In her arms to live again
With my head laying all night betwixt her breasts
With four hours to spare
In hopes to work with this extra care...
Gendarme
6-24-11
Such emancipation
Will cost me a leg and an arm
Where I consider a well
The French police known as the gendarme
But what does this have to do with anything
But for the fact that I seek to be free
In what I am yet to come to learn and see
As I request my good success
To leave the nest
To go on my grocery shopping quest
Where emancipation will be yet manifested
If only I can simply allow it to be....
On Hebrews 5:14 (check this out)
6-24-11
Strong meat belongs
To those that have their senses excercised
To know for themselves between the evil and the good
Where I look to the sky half clouded
And I say a prayer for the neighborhood
Yet to step out to hug my tree
Feeling good to call myself a hippy
In that I think free
When in this lifetime I seek it all
Where strong meat belongs to consumers
That have what they want
With no need to go back
To that godforsaken shopping mall...
Storm Not Strange
6-24-11
Writing my eulogy for the big man
In a prayer during another meditation
Yet to transmute my grief
Into joy prepared for a new shift of consciousness
To reach higher levels of enlightenment
Yet to as well learn from the joy that follows
Where I can say that I've been there and done that
Leaving the outcome open
For all that is subject to change
Where the storm will hit yet today
To me it's not strange
Where I celebrate these dark clouds
That come in the form of new hope...
baptism
Baptism
3-12-10
When I was baptized
I was terrified about not knowing
How to put on the blue suit
In the days before I knew of grace
And before I knew the meaning of fruit
And still I wonder
Did I step into the right pool
But I didn't care if the whole thing was uncool
I would have done anything to be accepted
As I find that all sheep
Have a need to be sheered of their wool
As in such a spiritual bushwhack
I am still quite behind....
Born and Died In Seventy-three
3-12-10
In Tolkien novels
The prize was annular
And shaped like a ring
Just like the hungry
And those who would sell their souls
For a dark meat chicken wing
As we are inclined to dip these in blue cheese
Like trying to get to the honey through swarms of bees
As we produce our product in getting stung
As we have thousands of songs that are yet unsung
And Tolkien died the same year I was born
When in the night I partake
In a morsel made from corn...
Taper
3-12-10
Consider the taper and the slender candle
To know that God doesn't give us more than what we can handle
Consider the flame and the thin wisp of smoke
Consider the pipe from which we can take our toke
As we have creature comforts
In being creatures of habit
Led once more into a snare set for a rabbit
And still I chase after that which is not ours....
In The Scratching Post, I Boast
3-12-10
I don't mind the work
If indeed I'm equipped
When my computer chair is scratched
Of cats and chipped
And I must say that I am proud of this
As I learn how to say that indeed knowledge is bliss
Hoping and praying that I will do all there is to do
Upon even scales
The balances I am weighing
As my work is cut out for me in something new
But I don't do all of this for the pay
Where I still have balances and weights to yet weigh...
Parley
3-12-10
At the congregation was a discussion
A conference and a parley
As sermons were told by a preacher that had a Harley
And I have everything a man could ever desire
Yet I still walk through the ice and the fire
And the snake can be seen as a loving creature
As the serpent can become as the most wonderful feature
And I wear a silver cross with a chrome chain
Able to say that I've seen fire and I've seen rain
Yet the yoke of Christ is easy and light...
Not By Skill Lest Any Man Should Boast
3-12-10
Saying a prayer for my tomorrow
That indeed I'll come through
And that I will
As intermingled are my joy and sorrow
As such will come about by grace and not by skill
And I don't care about stinking to high heavens
When I remember the joy of stops at seven-elevens
Saying a prayer to make good use of my time
To accomplish more than just my rhythm and rhyme
And a four cord strand is not easily broken
Where brotherhood will serve as our true token
And this is all that it takes to make it....
3-12-10
When I was baptized
I was terrified about not knowing
How to put on the blue suit
In the days before I knew of grace
And before I knew the meaning of fruit
And still I wonder
Did I step into the right pool
But I didn't care if the whole thing was uncool
I would have done anything to be accepted
As I find that all sheep
Have a need to be sheered of their wool
As in such a spiritual bushwhack
I am still quite behind....
Born and Died In Seventy-three
3-12-10
In Tolkien novels
The prize was annular
And shaped like a ring
Just like the hungry
And those who would sell their souls
For a dark meat chicken wing
As we are inclined to dip these in blue cheese
Like trying to get to the honey through swarms of bees
As we produce our product in getting stung
As we have thousands of songs that are yet unsung
And Tolkien died the same year I was born
When in the night I partake
In a morsel made from corn...
Taper
3-12-10
Consider the taper and the slender candle
To know that God doesn't give us more than what we can handle
Consider the flame and the thin wisp of smoke
Consider the pipe from which we can take our toke
As we have creature comforts
In being creatures of habit
Led once more into a snare set for a rabbit
And still I chase after that which is not ours....
In The Scratching Post, I Boast
3-12-10
I don't mind the work
If indeed I'm equipped
When my computer chair is scratched
Of cats and chipped
And I must say that I am proud of this
As I learn how to say that indeed knowledge is bliss
Hoping and praying that I will do all there is to do
Upon even scales
The balances I am weighing
As my work is cut out for me in something new
But I don't do all of this for the pay
Where I still have balances and weights to yet weigh...
Parley
3-12-10
At the congregation was a discussion
A conference and a parley
As sermons were told by a preacher that had a Harley
And I have everything a man could ever desire
Yet I still walk through the ice and the fire
And the snake can be seen as a loving creature
As the serpent can become as the most wonderful feature
And I wear a silver cross with a chrome chain
Able to say that I've seen fire and I've seen rain
Yet the yoke of Christ is easy and light...
Not By Skill Lest Any Man Should Boast
3-12-10
Saying a prayer for my tomorrow
That indeed I'll come through
And that I will
As intermingled are my joy and sorrow
As such will come about by grace and not by skill
And I don't care about stinking to high heavens
When I remember the joy of stops at seven-elevens
Saying a prayer to make good use of my time
To accomplish more than just my rhythm and rhyme
And a four cord strand is not easily broken
Where brotherhood will serve as our true token
And this is all that it takes to make it....
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