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...