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..