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Plow
1-5-14


By the Spirit within and the law external
This truth that the scholar learns
Is both heavenly and infernal
Bad and good both of brass and cedar wood
By which Egypt like a tree is hewn down
In that they did the best they could
Rambling today in speaking into the wind
Loving with all my might
In any way I might know how
Yet to experience the joy
That God doth today permit and allow
By my own conscious choice
As music to my ears is our snow plow....










Sushi Verse
1-5-14


Spirit and flesh are contrary
So that you do not the things that you wish
Where I get on with my day
Of these writings
A pausing to fill again my cat's water dish
And if led by the Spirit
Then one is no longer under the law
Joining my sister on her birthday to soy sauce
Wherein we dip our tuna fish raw
Wishing that I could explain it all in words
All I can do is trust
That they will find their way
By this grace that doth stand.....








Fanwise
1-5-14


Fanwise fortitude and clockwise consolation
Will be the fruit in the contrast
To ones life work double
Dipping into the jar of my feeding frenzy
Later on tonight
Praying that these words are not in vain
By which today I write
Spread out like the time I am given
The same amount for everyone under the sun
In our twenty-four hours bestowed
To all that walk this way and hope to obtain it
And not just run in that I give God thanks and praise
When the day is done...








Phibeseth
1-5-14


As cities going into captivity
So are my desires
Very much a significant part of my being
Of young men of Aven and of Phibeseth
Wired on my morning coffee
That is a matter of life and death
Where I might as well partake in such crystal meth
High as a kite on simply being here and now
As cities going into captivity
So are my passions in the giving of thanks for these generous rations
As currently the day is darkened
And life will go on just the way that it does....








The Day Is Darkened
1-5-14


By all burlap, gunny and sacking
My lexicon is a profession subordinate
In that nothing today is lacking
By the cloud that doth cover her still
Smoking but not quite as much
Hacking, abiding deep today inside my own tortoise shell
Still in the matter of my heaven and hell
On the edge of my consciousness
In stories yet to tell
As so the day is darkened
Yet I must say that all is well for the time being
That is only according to what is now...