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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...