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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...