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....