gazelle

Gazelle
5-22-15


When his eyes were opened
He saw no one and no thing
Ananais here I am
I see men walking as trees
Seemingly a Tolkien metaphor
For the ultimate manifestation
Of desire that shapes the heart broken down
Go, for he is a chosen vessel
Absolved by this redemption
I still love to smoke and rock and roll
And in the year of fifteen
My personal record is already broke
For quantity not my only dream and goal
Falling from his eyes something like scales
All is well with his soul
Yet to tarry at Damascus several days
As do I this weekend
This is all I want to do
For my Dorcas, my gazelle...










Demurred (You've Got It)
5-22-15


Voice within says, "You've got it"
Whisper in my left ear says, "You've bought it"
The worst that can happen is that I'll slip into being indisposed
Unavailable, absent, inundated, willing, fluent
And by the world hated
Giving my Sony a rest
I let her sleep
Losing my incentive for complexity
O, how long will ye love simplicity
He is the Son of God
Peter's confession says it all
Desire to become the saint is sufficient
Escaping again into Jerusalem
As the sixth hour passes smoothly
For Lydda tarrying near Joppa admittedly symbolic
Peter demurred and right beside me Grace has purred
I must learn to forgive everyone that ever has wronged me
Up in the air symbolic of our heaven
Taking not extra thought or care of such strange leaven
Rise Peter, kill and eat
Not so, Lord
You've got it....










Passing The Sixth Hour
5-22-15


Boldly at Damascus
Call this gibberish for a will to be free
Of all such captivity
I thought I saw my shadow
And I said a prayer that I would face up to him
And even love him like a brother
For Lydda at Joppa to the upper room
Getting poetic constipation
So I eat my prunes in peace
What God has cleansed
You must not call common or unclean
A great sheet bound at four corners
O, what can this come to mean
Mad today for fluorescence
And the growing in of deeper hues of green
If I lose, O so be it
Because tomorrow is my birthday
And I live and die again to Him
With the peace of today
A certain man of Caesarea called Cornelius
Boldly at Damascus
I share a cigarette by faith
It's nothing but dreaming anyhow...












Four Visits (I Face Up To It)
5-22-15


Come to Jerusalem
Four visits after his conversion
I quote a familiar tittle
And I write my own version
Lord cause me to hate no longer
So I can learn to love them all and be stronger
For peace in quiet hours
For Peter's vision of a great sheet
Where soon we murmur by reason of the heat
It's only road construction
No reason to get flogged or even beat
Come the object taken up as the subject of our conversation
What am I going to do with all of this music
Come to Jerusalem and hear something even better
Preaching peace through Jesus Christ
By the theme of salvation through faith
Memories of sawdust
Let it go
It's in the past
Doubting nothing
Making no distinction....










Weal Is Me
5-22-15


Facing up to my shadow
He is a gentle giant
I might be a pagan
Stand thyself up
I myself am also just a man
Victory over his image and his number
Reaching into the pickle jar to partake of a cucumber
Standing on the sea of glass
Taking initiative to report on back to class
I give up again on my hair bands
Looking for diversions in dark alleys
In hopes to come to terms with the truth
Of the seven angels and the seven last plagues
Weal is me
I'm still standing on my two legs
I looked and saw the temple
We are clothed in purple linen
Seven vials and seven stars
Seven wiles and seven black cars
Facing up to it
Weal is me...