galaxy

Galaxy
9-4-15


she broke many hearts including mine
Everyone knows she was just that kind
Though I made you sorry I do not repent
My letter makes you sorry for a reason
There was so much left undone along the Way
Now I rejoice that ye receive damage and suffer loss by us in nothing
This today will be my passion of large and brilliant and impressive assemblage
And our galaxy with rounded evergreen leaves
I push down again my sleeves because it's cold in here
For her white flowers and spikes now I rejoice....








Seneschal
9-4-15


get it right
Take off in flight and fly into the night
For godly sorrow that works repentance
Spending my day with Neil Diamond
A Stoner just like me
Not to be repented of
As sorrow of the world worketh death
In all things be approved to be clear in the matter
Singing for junkies and juicers
Though I wrote to you
I do it not for his cause that doeth wrong
But that our care for you is made manifest  in all utterance of the oracle
The good Lord loves you
Our seneschal of its dignitary of high rank and office
I wish I could tear down the walls that keep us apart....










What, My Son!
9-4-15


A lion which is mighty among beasts
Upon my palimpsest of my parchment
Making room for other text
Quite amateur in my ways of scribbling
The words on my heart to but impart
I call it improvisation by way of art
Not just another palindrome word, line or verse
We do you to wit  of grace of God bestowed  on the churches of Macedonia
What, my son of my womb
Open your mouth and judge righteously
If there is such a way
Or a road to be taken
A carrot offered as an incentive
For my pheretrain
Whomever she might be to me...










On Proverbs 31:19 (check it out)
9-4-15


I find peace and comfort
In that I am wanted
And no more carrion crows hover over this carcase
Where I find strength and satiety
And rise and start again
For the crest of both the saved and lost
God loves us all for only love to see us through
Come the Morion of smoky quartz
A crystal in my wallet
Where life itself seems more than what I can bear
I rise and start again for ones helmet
And flat or turned down brim
She still says that my hair needs a trim
She stretches out her hands to the distaff
And her hand holds the spindle
I couldn't leave her if I tried....