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...