phylum

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.....