whisper

A Whisper
1-11-11


I whisper halleluliah
To combat despondency
And hope to rise above
Changing the way I think
In chanting a mantra
That states that God is love
Starting with a drop of fresh water
In my tin bucket
Watching and waiting
While in the meantime I quench my thirst
From a cold bottle
And swallow my daily multivitamin
And whisper hallelujiah
As a form of oil to run into my skin
Making it baby soft
And fit for self affection
Whispering halleluliah
As a prerequisite to enlightenment
With giving of thanks
And spiritual sincere thanksgiving....








Still On The Wagon
1-11-11


Setting sail on a subtle sea
To obtain saline serenity
I think I have used this alliteration before
Quite a few times
In banal and trite rhymes
Pulling off legal crimes
Of making moonshine after prohibition
In the precarious position
In a symbolic sense
Setting out on my mission
Inebriated on sobriety
Still on the wagon
Combatting depression and anxiety
Able to watch a documentary
About it on television
And still maintain my integrity
In my propriety
And I have joy in saying
That I still believe...
















Now Is The Time
1-11-11


Behold
Now is the accepted time
As from my toilet lid
So falls to the floor another dime
What can this mean for the sake of God
Called also the Omniscient
To inform the blind
That his grace and power is sufficient
As he hears our prayers
In our days of salvation
I am not worthy to write about this
But I do because it is what I'm meant to
Behold
Now is the time to live
As myself I am ordained
To love and to forgive...














God Loves Our Imperfections
1-11-11


Yesterday I suffered
From a condition of spiritual arthritis
Supposing it necessary
To send to them my personal Epaphroditus
Could it have been a penalty
For the way I murmured
While sitting in the stairway exasperated
That my nurse was running late
Disposed to forget and forgive
And to with love war against my hate
And I burn in my lust
Watching Scooby Doo
In getting a look at Daphnie
Somehow becoming aroused
In knowing this in the way God made me
In the philosophy that he loves our imperfections
As real as the truth we take our whole lives to learn about
As the good sign that we are whole in our doubt....








Another Kitten Dream
1-11-11


Last night in my meditation
I struggled due to a head cold
And when I held my breath
It was like my head was on fire
Because I forced the air through my nonstrils with haste
So I gave it a rest and went to sleep to dream of kittens
That I played with a little too rough
Light years away from the conscious idea
That Jesus is enough
Yet to travel far in such a vessel
Against which I still contend and wrestle
Yet to know the deeper symbolism in this
Of a depth that has no end
Where I become real
And cease to try to pretend.....










Fact And Fiction
1-11-11


Learning how to relax and work simetaneously
A thought I now jot down in its assymetrical meter
Plowing through the New Testament
Written by John, Paul and Peter
In their times of multiple hardships
Leaving us with no excuses
Watching a cartoon about a scientist and a freethinker
That I admire
Putting forth a universal negative
That it is impossible to prove
That something does not exist
The message is real
Even when the character might be fictional....