intellection

Intellection
2-15-15


No longer a devil's haircut
I let it grow out if not tempted to get shaved again
Hitching a ride from the bleeding noses
This is what today I have to do with my pen
Plenty of music to lean back on
Her young are dashed in pieces
According to God's purpose and plan
Thou will also be drunken
In dreams of falling off the wagon
O, God is good
We can always return to him when we stumble
I grow it out
Come let us reason...




















Saracen
2-15-15


Strongholds and fortresses
Are as fig trees with their first ripe fruits
Available in filthy cabinets
Where I discover old treasure
Of all pain and pleasure
Advised to take my time and just enjoy my coffee
And pray that my writings will be for something more
Than just filling in the pages
On my karaoke weekend
Without raising my voice to song
O, draw thee waters for the siege
Feeding today my hunger
For truth and understanding
God bless even the Saracen
God is revealed from faith to faith...








Kiln
2-15-15


Breaking out my sixteenth book
Of the year of fourteen
I find it hard to read my own poetry
About how Hannah was gracious
In skies vast and specious
Given little understanding
Of where I was when I spewed these words
From an inexpensive pen
Put to parchment
The gates of the land are set wide open
And I walk on yet to tread the mortar
And make strong my brick kiln
The sun is up
And now I can write all about it...










Brave Birds Sing
2-15-15


Brave birds sing
Angry birds warble
Courageous to be out there
In these extreme freezing temperatures
Beautiful sunlight illuminates
All things that God still creates
A lot of ands in the book of Revelation
We cannot add to it nor disannul
Count on it
Read, write and worship
Getting grit in my craw
If any hear my voice and open the door
I come in and sup with him
And he with me
And so we plow on
According to the plan...










Unveil
2-15-15


Back again and many more happy returns
I pray for the neighborhood
To be safe and for the power to stay on
Life will go on
Count on it
I stand at the door and knock
O, I hope not
To he that overcomes
I grant him to sit with me on my throne
As I overcome
Just passing through
I don't seek to get some
when I already have all I need
Right here and now
Into Judea we are shown just how
Come the process of unveiling...

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First Tracks Of Sunlight
2-15-15


Artificial trees are real
In that I can touch them
And hang my ornaments
I need to get on with life
And put the holidays behind me
I used to wear my black cowboy hat
In my days of excess
I don't need a gun
It's all a mystery to me
As strongly shining through is the sun
She asks for nothing in return
What's become of the buckaroo
I supposed he moved on too
It's time I move on with life
And be just what God intended, Me...


















Gazpacho
2-15-15


Setting thee as a gazingstock
This is your fate
As one to roll away the rock
Finding new ways to meditate
As one to be made quite vile
And to dwell with Charles Stanley for a little while
A sermon on friendships beyond fashion and style
Behold I am for you
In walking the extra mile
Not about who you are
But what you can become
Befriending my well favored harlot
There's nothing wrong with enjoying this available beauty
Nursing on my gazpacho
My belly is made warm...


















Jesus Is My Friend
2-15-15


O, who is a friend
He is something to keep till the end
More than an acquaintance and emails to send
O, who is faithful
More than money to spend
It doesn't take much to express thoughtfulness
Nobody's perfect
We don't need to come to blows over disagreements
It's all part of the territory
O, I seek to meet someone when I return
The true trials are ahead of me
I give them all to Jesus
Jesus is my friend...
















Punic
2-15-15


Punic, treacherous and perfidious are the element
Speaking the language of the Carthage
How do we rescue those troubled friendships
Greet Priscilla by the way
And be as one of understanding
Waiting on a call from brother John
I tell him that I'm praying until the day is gone
Resulting in the reconstruction
She carries away in captivity
Someday we will all meet in heaven
With a perfect understanding
To listen and learn something
If this is all I do today
Then I do well...
















Fondant Revisited
2-15-15


He's there when all the world walks out
He loves us in spite of all fear and doubt
It's time to face the music
Rush archives of which this passion is all about
Jesus, be my friend today
Even to those short and stout
Given bonbons as a Valentine gift
And fondant by her gesture of her love
Come let us reason
God will be as big in your life today as you let him be
I reek of cigarette smoke
But I love myself just the way that I am...

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Synergism
2-15-15


Synergism by my coffee and my tranquilizer
I must say that they work good together
Antagonism with my thoughts of my tomorrows
And time on my hands
It is just as it is
The sun is up and bright
And I can see now to write
I have a lot to be thankful for
Remembering my princess on Princess
I quit the McDonald's scene
Because they took away the ashtrays
But I'm glad to have moved on
Synergism, let's work together
Need to keep the mocha to its moderation
And do just what I do here
In this synergism








Am I?
2-15-15


With people it is impossible
But with God all can be saved by God's grace
I have great possessions when it comes to music
Seemingly a false security I confess
Gambling in my ways of this reverential trust
O, am I the real deal
Or am I just these words
My agenda is to go as long as I can
Before I meet the end of my time
Turning back the pages
To read it all again
This much do I lack not
O, am I?










Crossing Over
2-15-15


Plowing into the song of the redeemed
Such is good poetry
Beyond what I have dreamed
We cross over where nothing is as what it seemed
Inspired today by what is secular and sacred
A man with good intentions to use it to but glorify
My agenda is to go as long as I can without drifting away
I am not the chosen one
But I am the apple of his eye
Coming down again I pray for the safety of the neighborhood
From the strong east wind
So that we can cross over....








Getting Through Another Cold One
2-15-15


All I need do is get through today
This thankfulness is pushing me higher
Wherein I find my way
Dwelling in my shrine again
I am on fire
Forty chapters of the hard stuff
It seems like I've been here many times before
In a safe place where Jesus is enough
I seek out more and more
Yet in my covetousness
I am blessed in that I have this desire
To seek it out
All I need do is get through
And just to enjoy the coffee....








It's Going To Be Another Good One In Jesus
2-15-15


Waiting till eight to turn on my Rush archives
The day is bitter cold
But the bible scholar and poet survives
Smoking like the devil because I have them
Upon vice the flesh so thrives
I float and take another note upon my chives
Today is a day to just stay in
Where it's safe and warm
Sometimes they omit the other part of the passage
To pervert its meaning
It's going to be another good one in Jesus...








My Call
2-15-15


Praise God, it's my choice
By a weakened voice I talk like someone else
Filling the tank of my Rolls Royce drunk on truth
This time it's more than for fun, it's for real
Watching the second sermon of Charles Stanley
It's probably a repeat
I hope to meet him someday in heaven
Where we all will have a perfect understanding of one another
Keep plowing through, my brother
And dig in your box of chocolates from Mother
Praise God, it's my call....

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Beg For A Meeting
4-12-10


Begging God for a meeting
Of good drinking and superb eating
Begging Jesus for a group
So we can recruit yet one more troop
We are soldiers to recite
Whether our poetry is wrong or right
For there are no rules in what we hope to say
And there are no wise and no fools
When we can use what we have to pray
My lisp is loosed
My impediment is set free
As we find our common ground
Upon which we agree
So I cry
I praise you
O, I praise you
And in this I will find the Way....
















Green Becomes Blue
4-12-10


Take the man a present
Of balm honey and spices
And take each follower a gift
Of myrrh, almonds and nuts
And may us not take care of those high prices
And may we get back up on our feet  after taking our uppercuts
Yet what am I to do in what lies in my right hand
As the green becomes the blue
And still we seek out the truth to understand
I can stay up till four if I'm to get up at noon
If I have done the math right
O, how hideous is my hindsight...








Passed The Test
4-12-10


Survived another physical exam
I had a female black doctor check out my balls
I didn't care or give a dam
Controlling my erection
In staring at blue painted walls
So the egg hunt begins in a figurative sense
For a dozen eggs perished now ancient history
Where in the city dump there awaits a marvelous mystery
As people are given jobs there
To sort out what they can use again
And one day I suppose they'll find this pen....








She Had Seven Husbands, I Have Six Bibles
4-12-10


Jesus had compassion on brides
That were married and divorced even seven times
As I'll tune into the catholic channel
To watch the mass and to feel the peace of sonorous chimes
Putting a smile on my face
So becomes second nature as a character to build
When I consider the eloquence
Of new bibles with pages of golden gild
And Jesus would stink like any natural man
Taken in by strangers to bathe, dine and drink
Alas, it really makes one think...








To Be Profound
4-12-10


The proud are high flown
Pretentious, lofty and bombastic
And to be profound like such is a sensation fantastic
Scribble it now, decipher it later
Yet to taste of the flesh of the tail of the alligator
The meek are humble so that they would not stumble
When a lover is recruited who was once a hater
Listening to a riff from a song written in eighty-three
Given the omen that there is work to be done
At the sight of a bumblebee
It seems a threat but it will do one good....

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Confiscated Capitals
3-23-10


On the corner of a decrepit coffee table
was my disappearing cigarette
It was a sight I could not dismiss
A brilliant blunder that I could not forget
A rhyme to go down in history
As to find it still in this vast mystery
I might have stumbled upon this page by chance
Where reading might serve as the faithful dance
I hope you're happy so says the Voice
Yet the Other says you have your choice
In times when I'd rather hear Noise
Than a cheesy ballad....










A.B.C.D.
3-23-10


A brother says you can't meditate on an eighteen lane freeway
Choking on what to say next
Yet giving leeway Sunday morning
I saw the omen of the humble bumble bee
Making an attempt to show my true colors
Trying to consider A, Bee, See and Dee
On my acid trip without the stuff
Don't know when to give up
I haven't had enough
I'm still here
Still awake according to my will
Carrying the lance, dagger, sword and spear
My own cat looks upon me in contempt
Walking out on a limb never excused
Never exempt...








Cloud Talk
3-23-10


There was a day when my best friend told me to give it up
Before I knew of my lot, my hap or my cup
But there is no My
O, my, O, my
Learning new meanings of the word base
For what!
For nothing at all
Nothing at all in my face
Going through my seventh stage of grunge
For what cause!
But to be but a newt, a salamander, a sponge
And so we decided to play games for a little while
Still free to speak our minds in America
Not following suit
Yeah, we have our own style..








Privilege
3-23-10


Aggravation, necessary
Being lost for words, needed
Blowing my own mind
Another paycheck has been signed
It could have been a whole lot better
Wallowing in such failures
Burned out but not quite dead
The voice says it's quite a shame
Of which I cannot make a name
Feeling worse about feeling worse
Who am I to have the privilege to bear this curse
If you're looking for spirits you're looking for trouble
Giant needle in the sky only wants to burst your bubble
Someday this will go somewhere
If someday ever comes
Spoken by a man that had no plans
Only faith....








Rank
3-23-10


Failure to communicate
Usually the situation on the work site
Stoop low to reach high
Yeah, we have the right
Feeling retarded and always outsmarted
Building character can be an endless pursuit
Like trying to make rock, the banjo and the flute
And I forget the shoes that I have on
Forgot what it was to flinch or yawn
The voice says, take a shower
But I'm down with the hippy goddess
And her flower power
I've seen everything now
As still I ask
O why and O, how....








Sick But Well
3-23-10


I was once rank
But now I thank
The suits in armor with the gun and the tank
So you say that war isn't nice
But sooner or later we all must pay the price
I'm sick but I'm well
In heaven yet in hell
Too many issues in this world
We can't please them all
Pay no mind to what's on television
When your back is up against the wall
I'm sick but I'm well
A candle smothered in my abode of pell-mell
Where there is no solution, no answer
We are our own critique
I am mighty therefore I am meek..

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Stunt
1-31-13


Living on my honey roasted peanuts
And salted sunflower seeds
Still one to confuse all wants and needs
Praying for these desperate plans to be put to work this weekend
Where and when my groundhog has hopes
To have his shadow to be known
In that the guards to the tomb soon again roll away the stone
Lighting up another blunt
In the pulling off my latest pop metal progressive stunt...
















Misunderstood
1-31-13


In my sweet slow suicide
Twenty-five times a day
Such inhalation is the fastest way to imbibe my poison
That serves me as my elixir of choice
Singing out my heart until quite hoarse
Becomes my voice misunderstood and misconstrue
In my intentions of my words of love and compassion
Paved upon a road leading to this perdition
Of the salvation at hand....


















Victory At Nine
1-31-13


Victory comes in the third watch of night
As for this beauty I have my every human right
salivating upon the prize in the east horizon
Where the moon once again wanes
For the poet in his night watch
Only so that he might sleep late
On the morrow of this glory
In ones testimony and story
Where ones libido is the cure to so called purgatory
In that I am very happy in this...






Gambling
1-31-13


My awesome opossum
Feigns sleep on her corner of a table
Fashioned by mahogany
Where saliva drip in such decadence
Scabrous and obscene
Where poets are free to say what they mean
In that I gamble with my blunts
In their limited supply
Hoping that plans work out
To purchase more....








I Got My Rest
2-1-13


I have risen above the quicksand today thrice
Choosing to continue in such a vice
Soon to be the one to take initiative to pay the price
Given a good night's sleep
Rising to the occasion
Of this first of February
Being Groundhog Day's eve
To see the shadow to connote this illustration
In its glory and grace...

enigma

Enigma
12-13-13


I am yet to define enlightenment to be the enigma
To which I am entitled
To living in my secluded sacred spaces between
The bricks of a wall that need not divide
As so still I will deal with the nature of my pride
Upon the continuing aspect on the opposite side
In hopes for a heaven
By the sea of ebb and tide
Where we shall meet again
On that beautiful shore....








On First Corinthians 1:1
12-13-13


Sosthenes did prophesy
Between the lines of a text
Interpreted by those with eyes to see
Through the will of God
That lies today in what I discern
From the real me
Where they let me do my thing
Wherein I am yet to define
What it is to be free
And in another passage Ishmael is born
Into this new place
To make a nation possible
In its coming into being
For the cause of all procreation
Cast out of such a house to yet illuminate
What is yet to be understood
By the things we cannot clearly see...










Brand
12-13-13


The cross is our wisdom
And his stripes our knowledge
Where I pray for a brother
Going off to bible collage
By all marks and brands
And of hair ones multitude of strands
Given these new techniques to but prophesy
To with sands fill up our hands
In my study of a map of Corinth
To wonder of these walls of woe and weal
Not intended to keep us out
But to express the way that we feel
Where the cross is our wisdom
So hard to bear in that I allow myself
To say that indeed I care...










Where
12-13-13


O, where is the wise
O, where is the pundit
Given discernment to tell the truth from these lies
O, where is the disputer of this age
Where we lay down our weapons
In the wars we are yet to wage
Where it is greater to conquer oneself
Than to take out thousands in battle
O, where is the scribe
Serving as a tender of lambs and cattle
Drinking my milk and sheering such wool
O, where is the wise
That doth admonish the fool....










Sober (40 Months)
12-13-13


Greeks seek after wisdom
And the Jews require a sign
Where I regard my dreams of returning to my vine
Being almost forty months sober
To fulfill this abstinence  divine
Where we preach Christ crucified
To the Jews a stumblingblock
And to the Greeks as foolishness
As so with going without
Such that practice this doth walk the line
Where my sorrow rises up inside of me
Of where I failed to perform the milking of the milch kine...










Of Me And God
12-13-13


In God we can see these similar aspects
That lie within ourselves
Given the whole library in my left hand
Of such neglected shelves
Finding out much about our identity
Written in red letters
Of voices that speak the truth
In meekness where that which is stronger than men
Will serve as Christ's weakness
Considering the amplitheatre
On the map in my study bible of my free choice
Living and breathing this Scripture
By the sound of this still small voice...

antioxidant

Antioxidant
1-31-13


Green tea has her antioxidant
In that using such pronouns is a risk I take
For the cause of such idolatry
Where the flesh is as well needful
To lead us in our senses
To things of true merit
Finding biblical lists of factors of the faith
In fastings and feasts of the fellowship
In green tea with her antioxidants
Of our leaves of luxury
Purified like the lullaby of love....








On Isaiah 3:5
1-31-13


Children behave themselves proudly against the ancient
Where out of the mouths of babes comes this wisdom
Known by the few whom dare to yet go there
In that I make peace with my kangaroo
On a day in my Australia of unusual climate
Manifestations of spring like days
In the dead and the liveliness
Of our wintertime optimum weal and woe
In a cup of Joe
Where the people are obsessed....








On Isaiah 3:8
1-31-13


Because of such a tongue and doings
Jerusalem is ruined and Judah is fallen down
Where we are sent on our sorrowful and merry way
To yet earn another badge and golden crown
In that I know the apprehension
Of these newcomers passing through
Yet it is my true intent
To have them feel welcome
So that many would be reached
In this Word of truth
Provoking such eyes of this glory in thine illuminations....












My Four day Joy
1-31-13


Overjoyed I choose to be
In knowing I have the next four days
To devote to just this
And hope to try to make these revisions about my abode
Where there is chaos to be made into new order
And soundness in such a ruin
In that desolate are these many molecules of minutes and degrees
Under the power of prayers of another brother
Serving as a bible thumping associate
Where trouble is as a storm that will pass....










Condensation
1-31-13


Condensation is collected upon eastward panes of pleasure
In its glory in that it just is
Where my feline companion is a perfect example
Of God's divine manifestation of unmerited favor
By the name of Grace
In the God that brought her into my life
Where I hope to be ready to let her go
Where God doth take away
As I call again a brother
To fill him in on the details
Of the music I am yet to freely play
In that I have nothing to hide....










Another Groundhog Day
1-31-13


Advised not to live the rest of my life in my plastic cages
Tuning into our holiday of the groundhog divine
Of whom a distant brother talks trash
With the lust of the eyes and the pride of life
Hoping to find the middle ground of self esteem
Balanced and in check
Playing with a three quarter deck
Advised to just let the tape roll
Just the way that it goes
In that we can know
That our good Lord Jesus knows...

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My Fiddler
1-31-13


I listen to the fiddler dram
As a measure in return to us
With reciprocal frequencies
Of strange hues in the south corner
Of my poetry writing room
Blessed in that I have endured
By the grace of God
And by the hair on my chin
Clean shave this morning
Where I'd slap on my cologne
To take care of this fug fugacious
And fertile in the freedom of the faith....








Pillars And Pillows
1-31-13


Idols are utterly abolished
Yet they still stand upon street corners
Where it all begins again
These are my words inspired by the Word of God
Where idols are as pillars and pillows
For the seeker still in the search of truth
Where the sun goes down in the glory of this darkness
Perfected by the man of faith on this night
To avail oneself of in that idols yet still stand fast...








On Isaiah 2:12
1-31-13


The cedars of Lebanon are high and lifted up
Where I see a flowing over
My sugary black coffee cup
Just the way that I love her
Sweet, hot and dark
Where the tow doth burn along with such a spark
Charting my progress
On my way back to the goal at hand
Given to understand what abides and lingers at my left hand
This is my manner of observance and celebration
Of the life given freely
Of our God to make
As even all that which was odd....










The I, Reiterated
1-31-13


Dry and high
In not knowing the why
Of how I try to break down and cry
Looking upon a brick wall from across the way
And its inscription of a reiterated pattern of the letter I
This is the ego at work on our middle ground of self esteem
In this age of our Aquarius
Wherein we know who's at the front door
To learn war no more
Where spears are plowed into pruning hooks
Of our give and take...










Another Equilateral Triangle
1-31-13


I sit like a Buddha in my abode
Breaking out my library of old school classic cassettes
Of my pop and metal
Given the view of the rose
With her highly esteemed whorl and petal
And if indeed it lasts forever
I take no extra thought and care
Yet to quote those poets
Of mine own enlightenment
Using words yet to edify
And not to cast the light upon the real me
Still striving to be yet known....








On A Roll
1-31-13


Avante Garde and unconventional
Is my way of abiding in the vice and virtue
Leaning upon marble pillars decked with chalcedony and carbuncle
With a tinge of holy smoke in which tomorrow I invest
With a faith in a God that one cannot see
Yet believe without the evidence of what can be grasped by the senses
On a roll in a smoke filled room
Holy in that such is separate
From the world we know....

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Forgiveness
12-13-13


Deeply corrupting themselves
As in Gibeah
Remembering no more their iniquity
In that we forgive them
Like acceptance in such a repetitive practice
By ones conscious choice
Where children are bereaved
By how we can yet rejoice
Where we have but grieved
Reconciled again
Where we change our minds and turn back
Turning around to try it another way
Where He will remember our sin no more...








Effeminate
12-13-13


Given our miscarrying womb and dry breasts
Of such effeminate nature
Where there is no male nor female
And no bond or free
And no night or sea
And no you or me
Planted in another pleasant place
In another wrestling match
With unconditional love colossal
By the findings of another dinosaur fossil
By our wickedness in our Gilgal
Serving as our new place of worship
Upon our high place we need not come down from
Where the poet takes his seat
To write these words of exhortation
To yet be just as it is...








Empty Line
12-13-13


Increasing ones altars
Bringing forth fruit unto himself
Procrastinating and killing the day
To reorganize music and literature upon my shelf
Soon to be one to decline from another invitation
To stay home to listen to the snowplows
As music to my ears
In the coming home of cows
To give the milk of last night's swigs
That did freeze my brain again to be the sustenance
To today's willing pen
Increasing altars
Making goodly images of my own....










Found
12-13-13


Found faulty with ones heart
In tastes sweet and salty
Where decadence is derided
According to all olfactory notations of pleasure
We tend to live for
In today's endeavors with pen in hand
Where we become shamed of our own council
According to the gardens we have chosen
By no set teaching or guru
Where streets are once again frozen
And this is what I do today
In describing this blessedness
According to improvisation...








Infirmity
12-13-13


Large letters so did serve as the riddle at hand
According to his infirmity
Interpreted by the scholar
whom yet seeks out more
Purified as he is pure
Penetrating the mantle straight into the core
Feeling whole again where one is sore
By large letters dictated due to a shortness of sight
Serving as his thorn in the flesh
To carry with me straight into the night
To wake once again to this world of white....








Portray
12-13-13


O, what kind of Christian am I
To hear the word that I fail to apply
To receive the truth and still tell the lie
To watch time burn as such doth fly
Knowing the mystery yet still asking why
O, what kind of believer do I portray
Yet in all astonishment and dismay
O, I inquire
Prying into that
Which one can see with eyes closed tightly
In that I pray...

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Fresh
3-31-13





Impudent, lippy and fresh are my fields
Of the words I yet hope to thresh
Given that which lies in the real me
I am yet to discover
Where knowledge is the whore
And wisdom will serve as my lover
Given this complex fraction
Of the consciousness that remains
With all caffeine and nicotine raging through my veins
Of all that is impudent, lippy and fresh
Among the rare tracks
Where Garcia doth accompany Lesh....








Pneumatology
3-31-13


By the pneumatology of household supernatural activity
My cat runs rampart
Chasing the spirits I had refused to believe in
By my days of Christian based narrow-mindedness
That I would claim as my own
In hopes to think straight
And to stay on my path
Leading to the knowledge at hand
Praying on this night for positive change
And to befriend and confront
All that seems impossible and strange
Yet to make it real
In all I think and feel....










On Hebrews 8:11
3-31-13


All will come to know the Lord in due time
Where even infidels take up the sword
In that all will in due time be made right
Where by way of pen and tablet
I hope to watch my skies tonight
Of that which seems to be as malarkey
Of my stream of consciousness flow
In rivers to deeper seas
With pumpkin seeds and wasabi peas
Feeling the vibrations of Dylan archives
That reverberate across this room tonight
In endeavors for free verse and flow...










On Matthew 5:42
3-31-13


Giving to those that ask
On the corner of Market and Queen
Hoping to be the light today
And to know what it all can mean
Turning them not away
Where I make again my library scene
Given this evening God's grace
As a light by which to write
With optimism opportune for the week ahead
Eating only raisins and seeds
Seeing that met here and now are all wants and needs
Giving to those whom ask
Because such is what is written of the real me
I am yet to meet by the Way....










Alms In Secret
3-31-13


Doing not ones works to be seen of men
Looking not to get something out of how I apply this pen
To let it all up to God
Just what the reward should be
Hoping to put pen to parchment again
Till the hour of three
As a seemingly impossible pipe dream
Of my yesterdays in the dust
Where I find fresh drowsiness
In the invitation of lust
Doing not these alms to be seen of them....








Being Born
3-31-13


One is not forgiven
When he does not forgive
As I seek out the cleansing of my conscience
So that I might live
Easier written in rhyme than done
Where I need renounce a name such as the Sun
As I look around this room
Knowing not the ruin
Of short hair I need no longer groom
Yet regarding my past tense onion and mushroom
Recalling my dreams of when I was yet in the womb
Crying like the baby that exits into cold air
Trying to pretend that I no longer care
But seeing that indeed I do.....

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Chambray
3-31-13


I was on the brink of sheer insanity
With my misguided meditation
Where I hold my breath to get high on the air
In such a room needing improvements
In tomorrow's work cut out for me
For which tonight I fervently pray
Knowing that God knows of the resurrection
That took place today
Clad this evening in cotton, silk and chambray
Knowing that Christ in my is still the path, the truth and the Way...


















High, Broad And Deep
3-31-13


Yet to go high, broad and deep
In hopes tonight to postpone my entering into sleep
Blessed in that I would pine and weep
Yet to go beyond and past the usual vortex
Of a point that cannot be known
Being the light of the world
Of a city built upon a hill
Namely Mount Zion
Wanting to be as this example that cannot be hid
In the ways I have tried
Before seeing that tonight I am entitled
To be yet more refined
In that I am yet pure
Yet to go deep, broad and high
In no need to know of the why...




















Grudgeon
3-31-13


Of my grudgeon, trunnion and socket
So is the sciences of my rocket
In the form of a ballpoint pen
Taken up like a soldier enlisted
Into an army serving as my sectarian seclusion
Taken on in that I am just the me in what is in you
Yet to guard and shepherd the reigns of a mind hungry for more...


















On Matthew 5:16
3-31-13


Letting my light so shine before men
That they might see my good works
To glorify my Father in heaven
Even when they only seen to be in the form and fashion of words written here
Of the yeast to be risen by precious leaven
Wanting to cross my bridge to a Jordan still in sight
Wanting to do something altogether different tonight....


















Quote
3-31-13


Yeah, to live outside the law
One must be honest and true
As so I quote Dylan
That is in the me of all that is you
Seeing that my life lies in ruin
As on this night I live as if it were my last
Seeing yet further into the uncertainty of my dark past
Intoxicated by my percolations that sustain a pen taken up for the first time
In some nine days of poetic cessation
Here and now to enter a new week of library promises
Of newfangled research...














Swear Not
3-31-13


Swear not at all
So it is said
Unable to make one hair white or black upon ones head
So I refrain to make my promise to my mother
That I will go there tomorrow
Knowing only intentions pure tonight
To vent my sorrow reviewing again my own sermon of the mount
Just the way I have seen it
Once again wanting tonight my wakefulness of verse
To swear not at all by way of this pen
In that grace here can be made known of men...

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A Moment, Aphotic
3-31-13


Approaching the gloaming in aphotic moments
To pass like the dew
Of a dawn I am yet to see
According to my hopes of new beginnings
To rise before the light of what can be known or even seen
In a place where day blues are parallel to all that is green
Wanting to see the light beyond such tunnel vision limited
Just for what it is
In that blessed are the merciful
By the playing of my Dylan archives
To make my way into the light
That lingers in the dark
That I favor tonight...








Axiom
3-31-13


Minding my Matthew chapter six and verse thirty-three
In that all that I desire
Is already in my grips of strengthened hands
That want to be put back in the commission
Of all that is inherited
In legacies of what can yet be with
These axiomatic and self evident ways
About what I am yet to see in the real me
By the light of the illusion
Of how I can tonight be free
In my grips of strengthened hands
Equipped to yet seek
Wherein blessed are the meek...










Aroused
3-31-13


Genealogies of genitalia wait for affections
Leading deeper into the psyche
By the playing of another Dylan archive
Seeing this musical soulmate
As the incentive for new material
Written here to float and drift
Upon rivers running to deeper seas
Where I'm in complete denial
Concerning my tomorrows
Approaching this eleventh watch
with new hopes for all that is prolific..










My Easter Brunch
3-31-13


This late morning
I take my fill on mussels and squid
Wishing somehow that my iniquity might be somehow hid
Exposed to the light right outside the confounds of my wall that soon will crumble
In that no longer do we stand tall with no plan in mind save the faith of things not seen
Where my blues intersect a parallel plane that is green....








Aphorism
3-31-13


Self evident and aphoristic are the dreams in mind that I lost sight of
No longer tangible nor realistic
Where I can see decades into my past
Of reflections of my subconscious landscapes
Of what appears as futuristic
Making resolutions to pray tonight to make some headway
In the situation with my kitchen cabinets
Seemingly impossible
Of that which is self evident and aphoristic.....

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My Opportunity To Try
12-18-14


The saw to the limb of the burning bush
Is an opportunity to put it into practice
Come to goad to either pull or push
Taking up the plow that would crush one to powder
I see these signs as second chances
To live out my faith for what it is
O, I hope that these are more than just words upon a page
And more than just my religious ostentation
Of a parrot who prefers to perch on the top of his cage
O, how I hope
As another form of prayer in this writer's rage...








On Matthew 5:33
12-18-14


Hooray, the sun is down
Amen I am not as a man of renown
Abba, I still live out on the east end of town
Immanuel, it doesn't need to get me down
God's love ought to lift one up and not burn one out
By tiptoes in silence come the season of bass and trout
Hate not your brother without a cause
I have been guilty of this in mine flaws
Come perjury and retaliation
It only seems like I've got someone to blame
O, brother hate me not
Keep me in prayer by Word and name....










Callous
12-18-14


Nose hair I brush away from verse four
May your charity be performed in secret
And with bondage of such penitence
We seem to still be at war
As soon as you're born you're dying
To toss aside the apple core
Sowing seeds of plenty
But still left wanting more
To pray for them defined as to but bless
Still a weekend warrior
Seeing the future and its penetration
With my right thumb with its callous sore
Come the pendulum swing
How can we say that all of such is pure
I am one of many questions, so she says...








Not As Cords Of Vanity
12-18-14


So you tell me that I just use the bible
For my own cords of vanity
But at least I turn to Jesus for my sanity
Such is my second and third chance to practice forgiveness
And to pray today for humanity
Give us this day our daily bread
Not as a means of escape
But to do after what has been said
I still seek these answers
To be more than just music in my head
And now that the sun is down
I can be well fed...










On Matthew 6:19
12-19-14


There is a better way to live
Than to learn from suffering
God gives you one face and you make yourself another
He is not heavy, he's my brother
God guard my front door
Come the flame we hope to smother
Another day of Floyd bootlegs
In loving one another
There is a better way to but love oneself
And I love the God that makes it all worthwhile
There is another way....

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Andrographic
12-18-14


In cellular metabolism we get what we need
Where love is a razor and I will walk the line
But not for ambition in ones avarice or greed
Conducive to ones memory
This deadly nicotine seems to always win in the end
The next pot I brew is twice in potency
And I have many letters to send
My latest metal molar filling is quite awkward
But I'll live with it
Yet to try new andrographics
And study medicine
But not for a degree
But to find the real me....








To Note The Where
12-18-14


I love you in my God
Even if you think I'm not the real deal
Even if you say that I am bound by what I feel
Even when you say the devil is at my heel
The boogie man isn't so bad after all
I play my air piano
As if I should take it up
But all I know to do is refill my cup
Turning the sound check over to Maiden
According to my sip and sup
O, note the where
And get a change of underwear
Slip into something a little more comfortable
In that it's all yours....








Moving On
12-18-14


I meet myself tonight in Atlantic City
To gamble with this inspiration
And quote my heroes and their songs pretty
And we'll soon be on our way
But not for pity
As no one grows old according to choice
With no homes to go to
And brothers under the bridge that burn me out
According to my faring lavishly
Expanding and contracting
If I see him I will simply just be his friend
All I can do is pray
That he maketh his way
O, how I moved on
And all I need know is just this....








Love, The Higher Law
12-18-14


There is relation of Christ to the law
When the law is love
Jesus, save me and guard my front door
In preference to steak rare and sometimes raw
From Galilee and from Decapolis
And the places of which I dream of
Even if such I haven't seen
Come the contrast of my octagram
In its indigo and green
O, so shall it be done
In what it all can come to mean
The kingdom is at hand
And come the first day of winter solstice
I want to make the scene...










Killed
12-18-14


By disciples with a call to service
They were casting their nets with a new understanding
Of how the servant is the greatest of titles
Before the poet walketh away from the looking glass and forgets
Soon it gets too dark to read the fine print
So I take it all as it comes
By the striking of my flint
No jot nor tittle will pass from the law
Till all is fulfilled
First reconciliation and then sacrifice
In that order of another mocha killed...

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Adaptogen
12-18-14


Come adaptogens, come blessing
I made it back home in no need of confessing
By the devil's shrub picking roses
And she tells me O, no stressing
By my touch-me-not and ranch salad dressing
I need the fat, I'm as skinny as a rail
By Siberian ginseng
I'd like to try her for the first time
Just so that I could write this rhyme
Turning back to the sermon on the mount
I want to try it for myself one more time
Come beatitudes and similitudes
Ye are the salt of the earth
And the light of the world
To do well to remember
The things you are about to say....


















Gemmaicha
12-18-14


I ask myself am I lonesome today
And I say no, my friends are in my head
Come my measure to mete
And actions to but weigh
As one to rise at five
And forget about my bed
I love you just the way that you are
This is what my Jesus said
I can live in the past for a little while longer
Now that I'm older, wiser and stronger
Turning the pulpit over to Maiden
Seven deadly sins for which he hath bled...


















Receptor
12-18-14


I will infiltrate your gratitude
Where the words out of his mouth will serve as sustenance
Better than such Chinese food
Kill him now and save the young ones
Sing out even if you're not in the mood
By synaptic plasticity
Pens and paper are better for ones mind
I'm still in the stone age
And I'm glad that you with your laptop are kind
Where Gabriel lies sleeping
There is much treasure in the valley yet to find....


















To Capernaum
12-18-14


Starting over again in the Sermon on the Mount
For today I know no other forever flowing
Found living the rest of your life in a day
But I am not one to yet count
So I rock on and thrash and trounce
To yet traverse and rove but not surmount
Christmas trees and lights could be as idols
Blessed are the meek like horses in not need of bridles
Going northwest to my Capernaum
O, what a dream by which I transcend.....


















Fare Thee Well
12-18-14


Halleluliah,
The head cheeses get off their shift
I wish them well on their way
Walking by the sea of Galilee
According to my gift near at hand
And at hand as an affirmation
For the bible scholar to understand
I have my own peculiar ways in spirituality
By my hypnotic riff
Hosanna, the sun is soon going down
Blessed are you when they revile and persecute your way
About it rejoice and be exceedingly glad
Come the acclivity, the precipice and steep cliff...
















Gifted
12-18-14


This Christmas I am gifted
As the weight upon my Spirit hath been lifted
The pressure is taken off from me
As snow clouds in their beauty yet have shifted
Do not think I am come to destroy
I've come to fulfill
And to bring manhood to my boy
In the land of Zebulun and Naphtali
Places with beautiful names
By the poet's will as great multitudes follow him
As she feels like dancing
And no one will know it
Come beatific character unattainable by ones own efforts
As still I will grow it...

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Phylum
12-17-14


Sometimes I tend to overthink
Tomorrow's burden I carry upon my shoulder
According to my bag of books
And another tablet and folder
Seeking sanction and asylum
In my favorite species and her phylum
Back to my youtube karioce experiment
To sing out my heart and soul
For the ultimate spiritual vision and its goal
Making the most of every opportunity
Come the pot of gold discovered in my rabbit hole...


















O, Be The New You
12-17-14


Be the new you
A new creature of time that flows upon the tips of my wings
Ice is forming true with the sense of my sole interior
To mollify my mind that last night I blew
Blowing this soul right through the roof
Of the night living by faith
And not merely by ones sight
On the palm of my right hand so are blots of ink
And all of such ambition
In that sometimes is too much
I tend to think
It's not enough
Yet when we hope to float we'll sink
O, be the new You...




















Enough
12-17-14


Don't overdo it
In that you steep and brew it
With unceasing wind blowing through your sails
Taking up God's love that never fails
My bag is packed for tomorrow
For all of such joy that cometh along with sorrow
Proving what is acceptable
Taking into captivity every thought stray and idle
Come the same with sin of our dead man
It's not enough to measure the eagle's wing span
I no longer want these strings attached
As so our dark side is as well a part of the plan
Don't overdo it....


















On Ephesians 5:8
12-17-14


Becoming as fat theologians
Pigs find their way to escape the jaws of dogs
Yet to soak it up
Where wet and green will be ones fresh logs
In want to burn it
The more things can get strange
When you want to learn it
If this is all that I do then I do well
I do well by lights yellow, red and blue
Come the quality one cannot buy or sell
You were once as darkness and now you are light
Finding consolation
Even in your dizzy height...








Parenthetical
12-17-14


By parenthetical statements
Come the fruit of light and gladness
Darkness must flee by the light
Just being here and now
One cannot earn it by ones efforts
Even when he thinketh he knoweth how
O, how empty I feel in this
In the weight of pulling this plow
It's about what he has done
And not what we can do of ourselves
Such doth take off much of this pressure
In that it's not about our own performance.....

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In The Flow, Involved
12-17-14


In the flow, involved with all I can come to know
Not threatened by shadows of ones weal and woe
Come on O, you neighbor and shine and yet glow
What is to give light must endure burning
In that there is so much more than just our learning
So I will write my rhymes
Until I lay my head down to sleep
And I will stay afloat
As I yet delve deep
In the flow involved
Come this result of unbroken concentration
Our dilemma is solved..








This Here Is Love
12-17-14


I focus on a red light on my tree's lower limb
As one to absorb such radiance of another beard trim
Smooth as a baby's behind
Change so is good for the current state of mind
Recapturing this resonance
Soon to decompress and unwind
Where man proposes as God disposes
In which there is so much more to find
Gazing upon a yellow light not far above
As one to be apt to say
That this here is love....








Ode For G.H.
12-17-14


A rebel alone
I was the stone of all stones
A good name to have in the face of it
By my octagram flashing indigo and green
Above and below
What it all can come to mean
Where my cat is a reminder of where I came from
Talking with a sister by the pool
And for her I was a crazy fool
Looking for quality in this quantity
Hoping to put into new use an old tool
Trading my heroes for ghosts
But finding it to be all quite cool...










O, Is There A Better Way
12-17-14


In an enigmatic smile
Running over the same old ground
To tarry for a little while
Taking it easy today was not my style
Like a drummer that lost an arm
But did not give up
O, what an inspiration
To yet log and file
As one to experience those beautiful shadows
Upon my northwest wall
I wait for my guru to ask him about the truth
In how there are better ways to live out my waking
As something I must seek out for myself
In my research of these radishes
And what they can mean to me
When I look deep beneath the beauty of all color...












To Stop But Proceed
12-17-14


As waves roil and churn in this ebb and flow
There is much yet to learn
As one to shoot the curl
And in dreams I find myself a girl
Having another eggplant stir fry
On top of the world if not six feet under
As the message indeed does apply
As one to stand back and observe
To pipe in the music and tonight let it fly
Redeeming the time
When the oaks are corrupt and vain
Writing this rhyme for the cause of the Word and the name
As waves roil and churn...










Shot Of Tea With Milk
12-17-14


Warming up some chamomile
Returning to the roots and herbs
That will make it real
But not according to what I can think and feel
But to lie down tonight to but rest and heal
Proving what is acceptable
Being as this new Creature
As a part of the deal
Sometimes it seems that suffering is essential
To be worthy of taking the meal
We're going for a swim tonight
To befriend our walrus and seal
I'm warming up some chamomile....

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Pink Lady Kick
12-17-14


Soon time to break out my Granny Smith and Pink Lady
Soon time to get in touch with what I like to mess with
In fascination not shady
The library scene is a done deal
So that to myself I can be just as real
By the drastic change of lighting
Sally dances and my boys are still fighting
Two more hours of this and I'll be ready to surrender
And lie my head down where snow will soon fall heavier
Nice for the eyes but treacherous to the soles of my boots
Not out in the world today to make new recruits
But to share what we have to offer
In partaking of these fruits
She danced....
























Trial Run
12-17-14


Unaware of the morning weather report
I'm better off this way
As one to but admonish and yet exhort
With a callous on my right thumb
And a whole lot more to say
Come the second law of life in survival
And the first law that states we are all as One
It's time to rock on in hopes tomorrow
To rise before the rising of the sun
Come the flowery language of emotions
On another endeavor and its trial run....




























My Example Of Being
12-17-14


O, metal in my lower back molar
Yet to obstruct my eating
Of strong meat that belongeth to one advanced in years
And great in wisdom
My cat is of such
Just lying there is this innocence
A perfect example of Being in itself
According to ones short lived cells
You get a whole new you four times yearly
By the base of such a bootleg
Not yet released in stores
Mattering not to companions on all fours....










Readymade
12-17-14


My stop sign is obstructed by a lampshade
Of milch kine and milky froth readymade
Taste the hunger and feel the vibration
And know that all in full is paid
Doing my lithium rock
Clad in flannel and suede
As one to find peace and comfort
In foundation already laid
As voices utter O, don't stop
Because this is what I do for Jesus
Come a cabinet to yet loot and raid
It's all good O, my good friend
Because we are brothers till the very end....








Come My Cultivator
12-17-14


Yet to cultivate ways to conjure up resilience
And bounce back from every setback
But not mine own brilliance
Today is my day most prolific
Come conscious states and feeling good about it
As we dance when our drinks go down
And we need not go without it
Growing lonely when the nights grow colder
Taking a moment to look over your shoulder
I set aside the cigarettes to clear the air
For when my guru cometh over
To ask him if there is a better way to live
In not need of suffering or such penitence
Keeping my words simple I find my way in what is just and true...

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Wherewithal
12-17-14


This here and now is all that I want to do
Given the know-how and the wherewithal
And to myself be true
Come positively that broadens the view
Of all that one can come to be
To clean my spectacles
So that clearly to my far wall
I can yet see
To change the lyrics
And become your own big brother
Yes, a brother in Christ of another mother
So I call her up and wish her well
And hope for the best of times
Come these holidays in loving one another...








Old Stuff, New
12-17-14


Yet to thrive on the old stuff made as the New
Seeing my Jesus to be enough
To bring out the light in the me that is in You
As one to want to bring it all back
Of comely days when I was feeling blue
May we see the Us and We
Instead of the you and me
May we find our way to higher ground
And find higher ways to but see
Remembering my steam and feeling free
O, hold me and show me the Way
To the depths of the root of my tree
Tomorrow I'll keep a shot of your love
Going on another espresso spree...










Silence In The Studio
12-17-14


She told me about the conversation without the cigarette
And a new way of life to yet reinforce
My sidewalk sillohette
I wanted to write her the books
I wanted them to read
I wanted to bait my steel hooks
And to see to the fisher's need
As I play another Floyd bootleg
But not for avarice or greed
Praying about the sirens
And allowing my soul to yet bleed
Assuming a moment of silence
To hear the ticking of the clock
Come the ego I still lavishly and sumptuously yet feed...










Reflection
12-17-14


Allowing us to see ourselves in others
In the practice of this positivity towards all sisters and brothers
May we simply just talk small
As so the flames the heat does not but smother
Using a wrong verb tense for poetic effect
As one to yet exclaim and interject
We all look the same to me
Upon which to in the mirror reflect
Back in Babylon, a state of mind
Yet to but resurrect
Bringing back the sweet stuff
O, what we have seen is quite enough....








Opportunity
12-17-14


Every situation is an opportunity
Every trial is a test and trial of faith
A rhyme written trite and dry
As one who wants to sit on high
Buddha sits but Jesus walks
And we are still required to but try
Still procrastinating
Still ruminating
Still afraid to live and die
every storm that cometh our way
Is another chance to be as challenged
To exercise ones faith
Yes, I welcome the stigma now and here
I would be better off not thinking to far into it....

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Earshot
1-5-14


With an earshot
With a price I am bought
In these truths today that I am taught
Where those words again come to naught
Given sight by the darkness
And he's going to make it by the faith taken up
In filling up again my coffee cup
By the lump, the mass and the clod
In that today I lean upon the son of God
By my clod, earth and soil
I am anointed again with fresh oil
By another distraction designed to thwart and foil
With an earshot
In incline mine attention unto the sign
By which many come to believe....








For The Love Of Grace
1-5-14


For the love of my Grace
I risk falling on my neck
taking the cat litter box out the back door
Walking over a sheet of ice
That could have been worse
She is my faithful Calico companion
Sticking by me every step of the way
By our land of Egypt
Given into the hand of our Nebuchadnezzar
Claiming our spoil to carry away
The wealth of the weal and woe
For the love of this Grace
In that it's good to know these wages
Of such an army that today works for me...










Terrible
1-5-14


Making today the multitude of Egypt cease
By Nebuchadnezzar and his strong hand
Yeah, this will be the topic by which afresh I come to be
The scholar to grasp it and come to understand
By the terrible of the nations we make our way out
Of all we wish to leave behind
Where such is a place abundant and rich
By which I occupy my willing mind
Drawing our swords
Against that which
We hope to relinquish and forsake....










Out Of Egypt
1-5-14


Drawing my swords against my Egypt
To fill the land with the slain
Where poetry will be my cord
And classic rock music my vein
Drawing these swords to be brave and bold
Giving God thanks to be in from the cold
In remembrances of a love I once had known
From times of youth yet old
Drawing my sword to face my trial
Always content never getting bored
Yeah, she was my queen
Like a wife of this Pharaoh
Still in pursuit of the flock that escaped...








Out Of Egypt (Part 2)
1-5-14


Making rivers dry
Selling the land into the hands of the wicked and base
One to break down and cry
Given much more than what I deserve
In this unmerited favor known as grace
Making this land waste by the hand of strangers
Knowing peace and safety
Even in all lurking and lingering dangers
With wars within and battles without
To be one to find what this is all about
Out of Egypt again
Light a light to shine upon my doubt....






Out Of Egypt (Part 3)
1-5-14


Making lands desolate
Setting ones fire to execute this judgment
Through a headphone wire
Questioning the way it works for me
Wanting to return to the land
From which we come out of for provisions
Clad in gay apparel and rich attire
By no such partiality
Looking not down upon the poor
We escape the place we hope to leave far behind
Where there will be no more a prince
Nor those that still doubt yet to convince
Making lands desolate
For the cause of moving on....

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Baldric
1-5-14


By beautiful baldric and belt
The snow once again begins to melt
Only to be frozen over again
So I can stay home and take up the pen
All set for prophesy and verse
By the blessing that at first looks like a curse
Where it's easy for two people to lose each other
In that today I will pray without ceasing for my brother
Being an implement to yet support my sword
Of baldric and belt fashioned by the Lord...




























Excuse
1-5-14


Satan wants me to stay home
Yet God wants me to get some rest
Where my brother calls me up to say, O what a relief
It is so that I can meander in my music and poetry
And fulfill God's purpose after all
Being once the toper that I was
and now forty months sober
I've come a long way
As all of such snowfall is beautiful to look upon
As long as I'm not out in it
Satan wants us to stay home and skip church
He must be happy with me today
But God is still the one in control....
































Abruption
1-5-14


God has mercy on the man whom doubts what he's sure of
By this fear and darkness cast out by perfect love
Giving thanks for a working furnace
From which the three are delivered
Being as the same sad story
Choosing to be happy and content
Wherein I scribble these lyrics
Quoting the boss
By the luxury of another day of leisure
Where I confess that I still live in the flesh for pleasure
Slipping off track somewhere down the line
In remembrance of last night's dreams of going back to my wine
O, God have mercy...




























Confidence
1-5-14


By the confidence of the house of Israel
We bring to remembrance our iniquity
And they will know that he is God
In all authenticity and antiquity
Being one to crawl like a baby back home
standing not alone
Trying to recreate the joy I knew
When I would take me out to roam
By the confidence of the kingdom
God that is here, Now and today
Assuming ones position
Right next to ones pleasure dome
By this confidence
I take up this pen to but stand














Sweet Passage
1-5-14


Finding this sweet passage
Written on the seven hills of Rome
Like a fresh tidbit
Like a morsel woth working for
And so my brother calls me up to cancel
And I find relief in not needing to go
Where it came to pass
That in the twenty-seventh year
The Word comes to me stating past tense as the present
Finding this sweet passage
To be today my parallel
Of such an illustration designed to teach....

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Under The Elements
1-4-14


Still in bondage under the elements
Where the fullness of the time had come
Sometimes wishing to be blind, deaf and dumb
Under guardians and stewards
Until ones appointed time doth arrive
Pouring out my heart upon this page
Being the main reason why I survive
Serving as my cause for being alive
As we receive again adoption of sons
If we are faithful and stick to our guns
Still in bondage to the elements
Even so we being yet children
In a need to be refined....








Striking The Rock
1-4-14


Striking the rock once, twice and thrice
Laying down my life as a sacrifice
Continuing still in virtue and vice
To which I still pay my steep price
Catching the bull by his horns at four
Being one to justify even the drunkard and the whore
Striking the rock, expecting a miracle
In another battle won in my dirty little war
Turning a=gain to the weak and beggarly elements
To find out what it's all for
Striking the rock two times again
To extract the ink from this humble pen...










Session Conclusion
1-4-14


Observing days, months, seasons and years
Staying with the faith
By which one does overcome his fears
As soon the sun goes down
By which the music sugarcoats my ears
Being received as would an angel
By expressing these deeper emotions by laughter and tears
And I will feast tonight on abundant provisions
In spite of all scruples and of sects our divisions
As now is the time to set all of this aside
Turning my attention over to the provisions
And to swallow my pride...










On Ezekiel 29:12
1-5-14


Making my land of Egypt desolate
Coming out of such
By the faith in my feet
On another Saturday night
Living on this unnamed street
And O, how this place is a mess
But it's my mess
With no plan save my faith to repent and confess
Making my land of Judah fruitful
In the midst of countries abundant
In the oil that lights up my camp
By this mid winter morning
Soon to be slippery and damp
Making the here and Now meaningful
By her cities among cities laid waste
I am blessed this morning
With this bittersweet taste....










Still On Fire
1-5-14


If I would find the nerve to return to my former Baptist congregation
They would probably draft me into the choir
Being thirteen years now in the faith and still on fire
Bruce said this in his smash hit
Lighting up another cigarette
In that I won't quit scattering my Egyptian among these nations
To disperse them through these countries
At the end of forty years
They are gathered up from where they are scattered once again
As this will be the tenor today of this eager pen....










Ode Of Captivity
1-5-14


Into the land of Pathros
Into the land of their habitation and birthplace
Under this new law of God's good grace
Where there shall be there a base kingdom that still yet abide
Clad in cotton and lace
Effeminate for the cause of keeping company
Going astray early on this Lord's day
Living for the moment
Wherein without ceasing I pray
As such will be the basest of kingdoms
Along this narrow way
Into the land of Pathros
In my lucid dream of going there...

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Commandment: Act
3-22-15


Sounding out the Word
Making sense out of the song of a bird
In every place where your faith to Godward still stands
Ye are ensamples told to put a smile on your face for good testimony
Dancing in the streets
A chance for folks to meet
Going to battle with my refrigerator
For ill and good again
By his election, by his free choice
Accepting correction in my bearlike singing voice
I try to master the low octave
We are ensamples, God chose us and me not he
Sounding out the Word in every place
So that we need not speak a thing
Act upon what you know
And God will show you yet more....










Command: Exhort
3-22-15


As exhortation, utterance and discourse
As an address conveying urgent recommendations
I go to battle in my kitchen
And make my shelves clean again
By admonition, reproof in raising the roof
Yet remaining aloof
Shamefully entreated at Phillipi
I dig the old school sound made new to me
Seeing a need to pray some more
For things to get done
Thwarted by discouragement
Not as pleasing others
But as unto him with willingness
I quit for today
Because I have not the know how
In my seeing from this angle
Upon God that tries my heart
O, why
She said I had the gift of exhortation
In that I've been there.....












Command: Nurse
3-22-15


Turning to the living God from idols dead
Taking into my hand my pen, my rod
For there is so much more to be said
Girded with truth and with such a word well shod
It is such that I no longer dread
O, do we hide behind envy
In that covetousness is said to be our cloak
I ask how
And I am answered
Just stay in the Now
Nor of me sought we our glory
On the wagon willing again to pull that plow
To tend to the sick and infirm
She nursed me there
when I was still but a worm...








Effectual
3-22-15


We are gentle toward you
As a nurse that cherishes her children
But who are we
When all I can see is Me
Given a second chance and by grace three
Nor of men sought we glory
But to be as one to tell another story
All I feel to do is lie down and pray
In the mirror, in the glass
I see there is no other way
We are comforted over you in all our affliction
Hopeless I flow on beyond conviction
Do I have a reason
Save the changing of the season
Effectual ye are our glory and joy....










Soon 42
3-23-15


Begotten us again to a living hope
Two months to my forty-two
Not yet at the end of my rope
Foreordained and foreknown
There is much to be gained
As fish is scaled and boned
Live for the Now in her smile
Given the know how
Because such cheer will be my style
Before the fashion of the world
Let's stay a little while
To the pilgrims of the Dispersion
Champaign in your left boot
I am fresh and still a virgin
By foreknowledge and its summary
Of our sovereign choice and predestination
Based on his eternal omniscience
All flesh is as grass
And the glory of man as a flower...








On First Peter 1:7
3-23-15


You are a chosen generation
A royal priesthood
You reign as kings
To offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable
Therefore it is contained
Behold I lay in Zion a chief cornerstone elect
A stone of stumbling
A rock of offense
I'll take you up on it
My father according to the flesh
You are a chosen generation
As our grass withers and the flower fades away
But the Word of the Lord endureth forever
You will reign as kings with us
In such a newfangled and pristine endeavor
accepting the Word, hearing his saying
No longer absurd
The sunshine is staying
Tested by fire
In the light of assured salvation
And the glory of Christ's appearing
Whom having ye not seen
Ye love and rejoice with joy unspeakable...

fudge

Fudge Revisited
3-22-15


Who shall he teach knowledge, the fool
O, who shall he have to understand doctrine, the ignorant
One is responsible for what he has been taught
Manifested by the things of which are still of naught
Come prophetic inquiry  I almost forgot
By the proper use of spiritual gifts
In this I miss the mark
A closer look reveals the human race
Where we are afraid that we fall short of this grace
In sackcloth and ashes of our chosen humility
And the necessity of that which is distinctive
And the demand for what is proper
I still throw my stones
Judging those whom judge
Just as guilty
As a boy sneaking his peanut butter fudge....








Not Just Another Introduction
3-22-15


To the pilgrims of the Dispensation
In Bithynia, a place I've only seen in dreams
Planning out another excursion
A story to tell that will fill reams
Someone has to turn the page
Leave me alone today
So I can leave aside all malice and deceit
To the pilgrims of Pontus
It takes all you have just to stay on the beat
Due to the infirmity of the flesh
I had to dismiss myself
And then return again to my seat
I need not walk alone by the Euphrates
Fertile and muddy
To the pilgrims at Galatia
Elect according to the foreknowledge
Today I am free because of his good Grace....










On First Peter 1:20
3-22-15


Foreknown, foreordained
My spirit groaned and I was pained
I need not walk alone
According to the pages of coffee stained
In the light of assured salvation is our suffering
In the light of Christ's appearing
Faith doth come about by hearing
In the light of Christ's sufferings and future glory and our cheering
Shadow boxing will be my dance that never ends
Come the modifier of pilgrims, the elect
Come the trial of your faith
Much more precious than gold that perishes
I hope these words I write today doth but exhort
Foreknown and foreordained
Ingrown hard to be contained..










Therefore
3-22-15


Of Christ, the Rock, the Stone
Removing a brother's roadblock
No longer do we walk alone
The foot fits in the other sock
As soon I expect a call on my phone
Come Christian suffering and conduct
In the light of salvation
Therefore laying aside all malice and deceit
I am not one to say
But as one to step into my tub
And wash my own feet
As newborn babes that desire the milk
That I might grow thereby
She thinks I am ready for solid foods
And I take it as a compliment
Not owned by such proud moods
Blessed be the Father and the Christ
Kept by the power today
In meats sweetened and spiced
Grace to you and peace be multiplied....










Breakers
3-22-15


Today I have more than plenty to glean from
Two more tablets of notes taken from productive sermons
Back in January of two thousand five
I was overjoyed to be alive and still am
As upon these sheaves today I thrive
Sometimes Lamentations can be good for one that chooses to mourn
Where sorrow is better than mirth
And Jesus was acquainted with such for what it's worth
Where we need to be burdened for a brother who has lost his way
Today I have plenty
The breaker is come up before him
Where they have broken down
In that they have passed through the front gate
No one left to make or place a blame
Today I have plenty....








Breakers (Part 2)
3-22-15


It is not for you to know judgment
Do you know your right from your wrong
O, what is your favorite Grateful Dead song
Or are you one to know no such partiality
Finding out just what kind of pride is acceptable
God wants us to live life more abundantly and to love ourselves
Because he first loved us
My time coming any time now
I'm in no hurry
Where rainbows begin again down my favorite highway
Come water casks and their implements
Come fluent flasks and their increments
A prophet on the burning shore
According to his abundant mercy
We're still standing here in one piece
As Jerusalem doth but become as heaps...

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Recumbent
4-4-15


As chamberlains halted our meat
Tomorrow morning is salted
And the miniscule would be yet exalted
Recumbent and reclining
He writes a poem for me
That would inspire a thousand others
And I hope for further meetings up with new brothers
That God has already lined up for me
On my path broad and narrow
And then the king's wrath is pacified within me
In refreshment quite soon and another full moon
To countervail and furnish
That which has need of improvement
Haman is hung upon the gallows for those to see
According to example as an illustration  for you and I not to follow
Judge me and plead my cause
For I am poor and needy....










Day Without My Journal
4-8-15


On a day without my journal
I suppose I'll just need to improvise
And jot thoughts down to serve as new material
On a morning without my yogurt and cereal
Nothing new
Fear teaches humility
O, have the right kind of agility
Reverential trust
So never sleeps corrosion and rust
God uses nations to take nations
In battle we still trust
Reevaluating last week
Let it go, it's in the past
So I can make the morning last
On a day without my journal
We have heard with our ears
Our fathers have taught us well...












In The Plain Of Ono
4-8-15


Of Sanballat, of Tobiah
Of Gershom, my fellow Arabian
I know not what I delve deep into
My daily devotions are just this
Ezekiel is taken away captive
And the masters know their bliss
Today I brought along Lord Byron
I'm always willing to try new things
Such as banana flavoring in my coffee taken unleaded
God sends the Babylonians our way
To teach us a thing or two about bondage, inevitable
Whom the Lord loveth he chastens
I will make thine name to be remembered in all generations
Therefore the people praise thee forever...










Judge Me
4-8-15


Judge me, O God and plead my cause
I will take up love and all of her laws
Nehemiah begins to build his walls
In my heart O, how cluttered
With its scruples and flaws
Building up that which has been destroyed
waiting for a friend to me
Perhaps I'm the one that needs to make the first move
I brought along Lord Byron
But I don't know what to make of his writings
Much like another bible of its own
And in this viewpoint I stand not alone
Along the River Euphrates
I find my lucky smooth stone...










Experience Its Taste
4-8-15


The banana is exceptional
God is not worries about bricks or sticks but only our lives
Opposition came by ridicule
And upon good words today
The poet and scholar thrives
Church is the incubator
For his power that comes about by purity
In that no one will ever really reach perfect maturity
Mountaintops are coming
Your strength alone is not enough
By deadly vision of prophesy surreal
I quote my artists with gladness and rejoicing
Shall they be brought with needlework
King David cannot sue me for this plaigerism
The banana is exceptional
I didn't know that it could go along with the Joe
O, experience its taste...

clad

Clad
4-4-15


I just don't know what to call it
Yet am given such inspiration to improvise
And find my way
Clad in royal apparel
Things to put on that cannot be seen
save by a smile on ones face
A song written to my blacksmith
And my artists within
All is as it is by God's grace
To sew a new mentality on its fringes
O, put on integrity when given further instruction
Of the how to and the wherewithal
Of what is your petition and deepest wish
We obtain favor in inviting Haman to our feast
In doing tomorrow just what the King saith
Hear my prayer, O, Lord
And give ear unto my cry....








Epigraph
4-4-15


Looming low and ominous
Are the clouds of my anticipation
Of what's blowing over the land
But such does not quite exist
In the company of the Jewish wife of Ahasuerus
A guide to this blind poet
A phantom writer led by notes taken eleven years ago
O, where does the time go
For me epigraphs of guidance
In its stature of building
Adding to it not one cubit by taking thought
In perfect isolation
I write these words of newfound insight
On that night the king catches up on his sleep
And dreams of living other lives
To awaken to be glad to know again his own
I am troubled
But there will be a soundness in it....












Epigraph (Part 2)
4-4-15


Commanding for my chronicles to be reorganized
And stacked neatly along my north wall
To be read before the king
In no need to stand erect or even tall
Causing the gallows to be made
So that Mordecai can be hanged thereon
He was born in a suit for such epigraph was about ones demeanor
To be seen as an example not to be followed
In the need of a secretary for my chronicles to be read
Into the ears of all whom stand by
Make haste to help me O Lord,
My salvation.....








Exit Stage East
4-4-15


O, books of records stacked on my bookshelves
That lay dormant in my dreams of living other lives
On my alternative selves
Causing the gallows to be raised
For one that recites his poem
With no enunciation before thousands
On a dark stage
Where we can exit to the left
It was a read of Teresh
And Monday morning coffee fresh
And another divine appointment to attend at noon
And the cleaning of my knife and spoon
So many books, so little time
So I just drift here in my idle rhyme
Blessed be the poet from everlasting
Amen and Amen...










Soon Time
4-4-15


Soon time for pizza with Mother
I pray to be a blessing
Perfect yet but incomplete
Blessed is she that considers the poor
The Lord will deliver us from hunger
Bring the colt untied
For our King to ride upon to town
Not said to be stolen but borrowed
By those that don't easily go down
Saving her people from destruction
Coming to our outward court to prove it true
That all would prosper
He is a trim man to be there in no excess
I wanted to say the same for myself
To be blessed so that I might bless
Then said I, Lo I come in peace
Soon it is time...

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Chaplain
4-4-15


By my chaplain and ecclesiastic
I know not where to go
In a place to unwind
My spiritual adviser I am yet to meet
May not it be in vain
For the fuzz of the peach
And the grapefruit and her rind
Killed half the day
And I believe that the hardest part
Can be counted off my mind
By the chapel of my royal court
He said that I would make a good monk
Not one hundred percent a shut in
Living with my funk
I go to battle again in my kitchen when I return
And give a wad of paper towels a slam dunk
And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord
It shall rejoice in his salvation.....
















Invitation
4-4-15


Letting Haman come to our feast
O, what is thy petition
As one to give the key to the door
The beast in rumination and repetition
Quiet living on the side of town east
Packing my bag with ammunition of the third day
Esther puts on royal apparel
Nothing new under the sun
By the tolling of my freedom bell
What is your request
So you may be at your best
Tonight I get my rest
As one to borrow and not lend
And to buy and not sell
Be of good courage
And he shall strengthen your heart
All ye that hope
With my Soul all is well...
















Integration
4-4-15


Praying to pass muster
Going to battle with my vacuum
And with my ceiling duster
There is magic at my fingers
In my rehashing of my study in Esther
She is preferred of the king with sheen and luster
To still be openhearted
A question of your honesty
To integrate with my cluster
Twenty days till my deadline
Maybe only fifteen
But what is the difference
It is what it is
I'll meet you in the inner court
Where there will be one Law
In which Esther hath exceedingly grieved
I will bless the Lord at all times
His praise shall be continually in my mouth
I know I will come through
Even when things go south
O, magnify the Lord with me
And let us exalt his name together...


















Initiation
4-4-15


Esther is exceedingly grieved
To send raiment to clothe Mordecai
To put away all sackcloth
So the servant has no need to lie in every province
To thy God I will cry
Two lanes wide is our span of broad vision of relief
I breathe a sigh
Weeping, wailing and fasting
Hoping to give glory to what is everlasting
In this small room there are a million things to inspire a rhyme
Changing my demeanor before my Abimelech
Who drove me away and I don't mind
In so I spend the day
I sought the Lord and he heard me
And delivered me from my fears...










Law Of Appropriation
4-4-15


I hold out my golden scepter
As if I were there
That we might live to lend and not borrow
To take so that we might give
The law of appropriation
It works for you and I
If we know how it works
You can't write if you can't relate
As I am the one today to yet create
Only begging God for something to make sense
Out of here, Now and today
O, seize the moment
Cry out and intercede
There is nothing left unsaid
Wherin we can pray
Come my conflict inside
And my relinquishing of pride
In the northwest corner I will confide
And all of my bones shall say
Who is like unto thee
But of he that is me
Pardon this exaggerated comparison
I choose to claim it
Because I am free....