wherewithal

Wherewithal
12-17-14


This here and now is all that I want to do
Given the know-how and the wherewithal
And to myself be true
Come positively that broadens the view
Of all that one can come to be
To clean my spectacles
So that clearly to my far wall
I can yet see
To change the lyrics
And become your own big brother
Yes, a brother in Christ of another mother
So I call her up and wish her well
And hope for the best of times
Come these holidays in loving one another...








Old Stuff, New
12-17-14


Yet to thrive on the old stuff made as the New
Seeing my Jesus to be enough
To bring out the light in the me that is in You
As one to want to bring it all back
Of comely days when I was feeling blue
May we see the Us and We
Instead of the you and me
May we find our way to higher ground
And find higher ways to but see
Remembering my steam and feeling free
O, hold me and show me the Way
To the depths of the root of my tree
Tomorrow I'll keep a shot of your love
Going on another espresso spree...










Silence In The Studio
12-17-14


She told me about the conversation without the cigarette
And a new way of life to yet reinforce
My sidewalk sillohette
I wanted to write her the books
I wanted them to read
I wanted to bait my steel hooks
And to see to the fisher's need
As I play another Floyd bootleg
But not for avarice or greed
Praying about the sirens
And allowing my soul to yet bleed
Assuming a moment of silence
To hear the ticking of the clock
Come the ego I still lavishly and sumptuously yet feed...










Reflection
12-17-14


Allowing us to see ourselves in others
In the practice of this positivity towards all sisters and brothers
May we simply just talk small
As so the flames the heat does not but smother
Using a wrong verb tense for poetic effect
As one to yet exclaim and interject
We all look the same to me
Upon which to in the mirror reflect
Back in Babylon, a state of mind
Yet to but resurrect
Bringing back the sweet stuff
O, what we have seen is quite enough....








Opportunity
12-17-14


Every situation is an opportunity
Every trial is a test and trial of faith
A rhyme written trite and dry
As one who wants to sit on high
Buddha sits but Jesus walks
And we are still required to but try
Still procrastinating
Still ruminating
Still afraid to live and die
every storm that cometh our way
Is another chance to be as challenged
To exercise ones faith
Yes, I welcome the stigma now and here
I would be better off not thinking to far into it....