bottomless

Bottomless
7-3-15


Bathetic and sentimental
Sympathetic and transcendental
Abrupt and unintended
By a transition in style
From the exalted to the commonplace
By our anticlimax
I can see you arousing
Sympethetic sadness and compassion
Where joy meets sorrow
Where the Boy hopes in tomorrow
With feelings of tenderness
To lend and not borrow
As we discover again our Cypress
I'm alone again for the cattle of solitude
Bottomless
Too deep to be measured
I pack my bag to go home to Mother
She wants me to be happy
We leave it on the left hand
In hopes to love and understand....










Landing At Tyre
7-3-15


As we discover Cyprus
I'm alone again to leave it on the left hand
Say that you'll help me
Sailing into Syria landing at Tyre
She sets me in fire
Tarrying there seven more days
By the light of heaven and fresh sunny days
At the chime of six yet bottomless
Having no such limitation
Satisfied with the imitation
But told that I ought to want more
And with my ego I go to war
Unfathomable and limitless
We watch a movie tonight together
I depart again and am glad to have gone
Time to turn off the lights now that the sun is up....










Transuded
7-3-15


Our Eucharist of transubstantiation
My inner Catholic agrees
As we have taken our leave of one another
We took ship and sailed across the deep
We were hip and the climb was steep
Yet to accomplish two and a half days
To sow all that we reap
Long live the king
I dream of in deep sleep
To kneel down on the shore to pray
To ask God for more and more
With much to say yet to perceive and transude
Heaven knows the passing through pores and interstices
To set the mood...












The Cullest
7-3-15


Cast adrift and ashore
Shipwrecked
I get my lift by the coffee I pour
But my sandwich is double decked rejected and discarded
Selected and regarded entering the house of Phillip our evangelist
One of the seven
The sun is up
We begin another count and voice
From Tyre to come to Ptolemaris
To yet salute our brethren
And meet up when we get there to cull
And pick them out
To select, to gather and to collect
When He was come to us
I wait for the hook I am yet to bait...










A Cully (By Nature)
7-3-15


Cully, fool and dupe
I order the cream of crab soup
I am the one whom guided you this far
The same man had four daughters as virgins that did prophesy
Life is not over on the third day of the new policy
I tarry there two days with my fellow prophet Agabus
And all that are said to be dead where I cast my bread
With music in my head in being one for taking hold of Paul's girdle
To fear what one does not understand
Binding his own hands and feet
And soon getting something to eat
Down from Judea
We yet travel...