underkill

Underkill
5-1-15


O, underkill
By stealth and skill
I ignore that noise I just heard
And get my refill of insufficient force
Putting the cart before the horse
I dwell in pajamas and messy hair
Soon I get a clean change of socks and underwear
Water cleanses everything
I will cause her mirth to begin again
I will live on through you
Don't cry for me, my son, myself
Never mind that noise you hear
Never mind and never fear
It will pass
May a clock settle on it
For Eliphaz to whom God is strength...








Zophar Chatters
5-1-15


O, destroy him and swallow him up
Satan tempts Jesus again
And filled is my cup
As well as my lot and my hap
I found an unfamiliar city on my map
And the night in which it is said
A male child is conceived
I am both alive and dead
But not to be deceived
Seeking the truth with questions still remaining
May that day be darkness and of much entertaining
She has no paint but plenty of brushes
And an easel of a portrait
Upon which she has her crushes
Tell me love is not lost
Zophar chatters and today it matters...










Another Visit
5-1-15


Saul visits the witch of Endor
And I'm left in study
Only wanting more and more
Study thyself to be approved
And by this information you shall be moved
Satan inspires David but O, how
When all we have is today, here and now
Naked I come from my mother's womb
It is all that heaven will allow
The Lord gave and he taketh away
I am still a slave to wishing away the light of day
With wildflower seeds
To meet their needs
Roll away the dew as morning bleeds
Do you still hold fast to your integrity
It can ring tonight and today
To help us find again the Way....










Eyelids
5-1-15


Come the dawning
Come the eyelids of the morning
They do not hear the voice of the oppressor
O, roll it away and let him rise
Staying to yourself today would be wise
Striking Job with painful boils
Growing more wheat upon fertile soils
Of which I break my fast
By the anointing of oils
Bless the day on which I was born
Muzzle not the ox that treadeth out of the corn
Bless the night when it was said a male child is conceived
And no longer left for dead
A poem for my Chaldeans
Near the Persian Gulf
Great fishing there
We cast in our lines to swallow him up
And refill again my cup....
















Potsherd Revisited
5-1-15


I will be reborn and I am waiting
I mean not my resentment
I ought not be hating
Starting out the day with Sanctuary
Like a shrine built for myself to boost morale
And observe the decal on an old Ford
Owned by my pal to enjoy and not just endure
To destroy and create again
The edifice of the perfect and mature
The biggest problem is yourself
As desire shapes our will
Learning how to hallow and afflict
A heart that no one else could but predict
Pray about this all day long by way of pen
No one knows where Eden lieth
Again and again...