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Where The Lens Is Wide
3-21-15


O, poor Anathoth, we tend to say
Tied down now
We see too late
By a corn and chicken broth
Soup can wait
I admire mine own shadow
Where the lion will eat straw
As the ox and the rabbit
Will be bold even over the fox
Here where the lens is wide
Are cameras are changing with the times
But not for the inventor nor his pride
To lop off the bough with a newfound understanding
I still dream of my bramble bush and her ripe berries
I can even taste them
O, poor Anathoth
O, daughter of Gallim
Cause it to be heard as far as Laish....










Craftsman
3-21-15


Our Davidic kingdom is restored by Christ
By its character and extent
All that he offered me were dreams
Where I seek tomorrow a new way to repent
Going there again
I would like to give up my fear for Lent
Calling Bezaliel our craftsman
North tomorrow I am sent
So I can speak of what I have seen
To wish them a good week
And try it another way
As soon we will know deeper hues of green
Their young ones shall lie down together
To run through the light of night
Calling Azariah our prophet
With new words for my insight....








From Hamath
3-21-15


From Hamath and the islands of the sea
No man is as such
No, not even me
Here is my prayer for new Christians
In the moment you can be all there is to be
In lost equilibrium
In the north sky time flies
As poets come to steer clear of the ways of the wise
As the nursing child doth play by the cobra's hole
From Elam and Shinar
All is well with my soul
Where the cow and the bear will graze together....










You Have Lived On Earth In Luxury
3-22-15


The devil has been a joke to me
I suppose this is what he wants me to think
As Satan is a smoke to me
And I'm trembling on the brink
As the choir sings Trust and Obey
Not meaning to be good
But to do the right thing
Concerning the crown of pride
And the drunkards of Ephraim
I crank up the Dead on computer speakers
Like just another spoke to me
I still analyze you, dissect you and pull you in pieces
In luxury and indulgence
A pencil broke to me
Considering Job as one persecuted
To give a taste to her eloquent pie
At least I'm enjoying the ride
The devil has been just another cliché to me
As Jesus is the Way to me...










Granola Kick
3-22-15


Stringed barbed wire at you feet
Granola today is all that I eat
My ego is afraid of love
He thinks he is not worthy of this grace
He is vulnerable and weak
But still in the word of truth I will seek
Cringing like an infant
For the phantom in the closet
Trembling in the garden
Pricked by the thorn of the rose
O, Jesus knows
And today anything goes
Our hero, the Tishbite was caught up
As we will one day be
Come this exhortation
Of sober living four years, seven months now
O, his glorious beauty is in you and I
On the head of the fat valley
A Spirit that doth never lie...








Seeth
3-22-15


O, he that look upon it seeth
While it is yet in his hand
He eats it up
Plenty of raising to call it authentic
We never know just how far we have to go
Still looking for my chateau
By the golden crown of glory and his diadem
It is a strength to say that I don't know
To err in vision
To falter in my dream
To publish and proclaim
To prefer my coffee with plenty of sugar
And French vanilla cream
As hasty fruit before the summer
Soon we will be complaining about the heat
O, he that look upon it seeth
Unto this residue of the lost that find their way
And filthiness and no place clean...