fetish

Fetish
7-1-13


Mentholated mediocrity
Makes its way by the measure we yet mete
In that I made the confession
To be a lover of her feet
Scattering again my seed
For the cause of a deeper healing
To sweep over my shoulders
And lighten the weight
Of bags of sand and boulders
Of mentholated mediocrity
Where I am no longer lukewarm
And therefore not spewed out of the mouth
Of the man to serve as part of the plan
To assume the eagle tonight
In her wing span...










Chastised
7-1-13


Sitting at my computer table
Where I am chastised by the leak in my roof
To prove that God indeed is able
Where my identity is not as my label
Delving into my computer speaker music
To give a sweet rest to my basic cable
Seeing the consequences at hand
In that God is in control
Where I won't always be one to understand.....










Inveterate
7-1-13


Of my inveterate vices
I am still willing to pay such steep prices
As such are ingrained into my consciousness
Where I seem to not be able to go without
Where I had a breakthrough on my uneventful afternoon
Taking shelter from the elements
Where it is not too late nor too soon
Of my inveterate pastimes
To yet rewire my mind
For the comfort at hand....












Pay
7-1-13


O, do we yet pay
For the past tense transgressions
Of our own Israel
Seen in what is not yet made manifest
In hopes to once again tomorrow go west
To see that which my eyes for reading might invest
Waiting for a call
To be filled in with the latest report
Of the situation at hand
Being one to need not the evidence
Nor to be one to completely understand
Where we ask
O, do we still pay...










Centerpiece
7-1-13


My own personal book of Revelation
Has its centerpiece
That I yet reach with roving and wanton eyes
That seek sanction and serenity
In all of this
Knowing that my God is in control
Even in my moment
Of being miles in the depths of such an abyss
Given consolation in the muse at hand
Being not one to have need to understand....










Theme
7-1-13


The theme of the book of Revelation
Is the consummation
Of which I knew very little about
Wielding faith as a weapon against my doubt
In the consummation yet to be performed
By my hand of fate
Yet to destroy again
What he did but create
Given the theme to inspire
Another prophetic dream
Where things are not quite what they seem
Choosing smooth stones from affliction
To serve as ones forever flowing stream....