adaptogen

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...