funky

Funky
7-14-15


To shrink from it and to funk
To think of it in how it stunk
Asking me to open up the gate for you
God wants us to want him more and more
Radical grace or not
To the believing all is pure
There the upright could but reason
Now that peaches and nectarines are in season
If this is all I know how to do then so be it
And I would be delivered forever from my judge
Me, my own worst critic
On sackbut and his saccade
Of rapid irregular eye movement
Bringing on the dream
And I'd be better off turning off my phone
To change my focus on the time that vanishes
From one point to another
The rain, it banishes....






























Blues-based Character
7-14-15


Using my every breath for a solemn prayer
As one for both life and death
To pull up another chair
Lowdown and funky
Of blues-based character
Offbeat, quirky and odd
To be one today to talk about my God
Wherein Mordeai perceived
I wait for medicine and pray for patience
For the cause of bitter waters that make it sweet
Lowdown, contemptible, mean and base
O, today I will seek his face
Running up my electric bill
For my Amazing Grace
She wakes to acknowledge the song of birds
Where I am far from being lost for words
Sooner or later the rain lets up
And I go out to meet her....




























Clad, Sad, Glad
7-14-15


Clad in sackcloth
As one to savor the broth
And God no more wroth in garbs of morning
I can as well rejoice
And I will not give in without a fight
Where perseverance will be my choice
In a state of reverence and sorrow
I am thankful for the air pouring through my east wall
Contrite to be as one to admit that I'm not right
Since times are not hidden from the almighty
Why do those who know Him see not His days
Clad in sackcloth and ashes
Living for today in every province
Fasting, wailing and weeping
And my cat beside me peacefully sleeping
And I will come forth as gold...






Calling Hatash
7-14-15


Calling for my Hatash
As one to flick my cigarette ash
The rains that fall will prevent conflagrations
As Queen Esther exceedingly grieves
Giving him commandment and order to know what it was and why it is
Forty dollars to spare and I sadly don't care
Because I am thankful for my hair
Good morning Guru
Have a wonderful day
Haman promises to pay our kings
As the day blue jay sings
Jesus, help me today to make the most of such council
Into the inner court
One can to both the friend and stranger
To be put to death
O, let me stop and catch my breath
There I said it and have spoken well
Even today my complaint is bittersweet...










On The Third Day
7-14-15


My hand is listless because of my groaning
But still I am eager to keep on writing on
The third day Esther put on royal apparel
And I believe in wellness today
In the stories I have to tell
My rump got a little bit wet
But I can live with it
And toll again the bell
O, what is thine petition and deepest wish
Will you have the steak or the fillet of fish
For our champain in our royal court
O, bless the grass and trees and let it rain
To see that such is not our last resort
Saying the invocation over a bowl of cereal
To conclude that reality is immaterial
I shall come forth as gold...








Tag Along West
7-14-15


O, what is your main request
Will you go north or tag along west
I still love them all
And hold my cards to my chest
Protected at last with street car visions
By the epigraph upon my edifice
I greet my brethren today with an holy kiss
My inscription upon such a golden statue
We need not bow down to
As among them are those yet faithful
On that night the king did sleep well
One hour to spare and forty dollars in my wallet
I did run well causing the gallows to be made fifty cubits high
O, who will go next
And who would discern the text
To hang our Mordecai
In that he needs not be vexed
I shall come forth as gold...