stirrers

Stirrers
5-23-15


Allowing my beard stubble to grow out for one day
Slept into nine thirty
I ought to
For it's supposed to be the Sabbath
seed for the bird of the air
In our visible spectrum
Of such a heaven we hope for
What God has cleansed you call not common
Matching up my domino
I play the game for noodles Raman
No reason to explode
Love believes the best
Charity hopes the best
Longsuffering will put one to the test
If you have ears to hear
Let the bond of this love have you to understand it
God bless all stirrers
They do their thing
For the sugar in your cup
Next set date
December twenty-first
Nothing happened.....




























Nothing Happened
5-23-15


They rave on about Y2K and global warming
Today we got it made in the shade
And no such storming
Private, secret, deceitful, personal and confidential
May it be hidden
As I hope to go when I am bidden
We don't bear fruit, we bruise it
We learn of something new in hopes to use it
O, solidify and grow
In God whom redeems your life from going south
For the traits of a thankful heart
We don't bear fruit, we bruise it
Yesterday I was sidetracked
In a time where it's easy to confuse it
Seeking out Pastor Fidel
He said learn how to cultivate
The attitude of gratitude
It's not the man, it's the message....


















Thankful Trait
5-23-15


O, maya, O madness
O, joy and all sadness
Bless the Lord, O my soul for gladness
Thankful is not obvious in ones countenance
In the dark end of a street
No such outlet
I scribble these lyrics with no guidance
And into this life we are born
Like an ox that treadeth out of the corn
Forget not all his benefits
O, bless the day when I said that my shirt was worn
For our lovers once again
Happy birthday me, myself and I
The trinity of this gratitude
I've got the full force gale
Learn how to cultivate this thankfulness
I scribble these lyrics in hopes to interpret them
On a later date
And I hope that today will be great
As one to develop my thankful trait... 


























I Can Always Return
5-23-15


No matter where I roam
I can always return to the Lord
Bless him, O my soul
And all that is within me
Forget not all his benefits
Who doth forgive all iniquities
Not a license to do wrong
But an opportunity to do good
For the troubadours I am happy today
And this is all that matters for poets like me
I rejoice in that they still take up the pen
Bless the Lord, O my soul
And may perfect love be the goal
I will live my life in Him
Whom redeems my life from desolation
With my pen I write my song
To grow and to solidify
It's the message not the messenger
Coffee is served in spite of my shaving incision
Be not oblivious of what you have
You woke up in a bed
You have your A.C.'s
You have a home and the sunshine today
Listening for that something special
You have your eclectic collection
I can always return to the Lord....


















Anvil, No More
5-23-15


Two options
Lie back down and wait
Or remain upright and keep writing
Forget not all his benefits
Never mind that spinning wheel
We can always fix it
The battle is in the mind
Like preparation for going running, our stretches
For recitation to enunciate these sketches
David warms up in Psalm one hundred three
We need not lock anything up
When it all belongs to God
I got that shave anyway
Be not oblivious about what's on your plate
In the month of May
Dreaming of the city of Paris
For the battle is in the mind
A six inch battlefield
Don't need to carry the anvil of sin
Nor the awl of what is wrong
To whom much is given much is required
O, send men to Joppa
And call for Simon whose surname is Peter
All about a search in the journey
We don't need to carry this anvil...