Jonquil

Jonquil
9-4-15


By the selfish ways in me
And of this
We've had a few smoldering days
Far from what one might consider bliss
A pine of Cyprus family that one cannot miss
Achaia ready a year ago
For I know the forwardness of your mind
And it is not always going to be kind
As your zeal prevailed and stirred very many
I stop and think about them
Repercussion not always the power in its echo
And reverberation impact to rebound and recoil
Jonquil
Colored Narcissus bulbous of the Amaryllis
The sea is not full to the place from which the rivers come....








To Macedonia
9-4-15


On another forever Friday afternoon
A cold shoulder is turned in the heatwave
For cup-shaped corona and too much sun
I'll be glad when it grows cooler
Falling in love with his own reflection
In the pool for narcissism and inordinate fascination
With what God has made me
For in much wisdom is much grief
And he who increases knowledge increases sorrow
Soon again to give place to the thief
Setting my sights upon tomorrow
And erotic gratification derived from such an admiration
Damn it all
I only want the things I won't get
O, freedom
That's just people talking
Ones Macedonia, his region of north Greece
Still I will seek my peace
What is lacking cannot be numbered....










Of Quarrelsome States
9-4-15


O, lonesome whiporwhil
Feeling too low to fly
As time goes crawling by
The moon is waning
To hide his face and cry
I sent brethren lest our boasting be in vain
That as I said ye may be ready as with sorrow herself
I am going steady
Coming again on its circuit
Hastening to the place where it arose
May the wind whirl about continually for emptiness
The final result of all life outside of the God one still hopes for
Be not ashamed in this same confidence boasting
May it be my tear stained letter
At my personal Balkan Peninsula
Hoping to be feeling better....












Shotten
9-4-15


Today I let them call me
Shotten and ejected
Like the spawn of God's elected
For amphibians and mycelium
Of numerous progeny
And swarming brood crass and crude
First to the courthouse far from pure and prude
One generation passes away
But the earth abides forever
I write this letter of my own Now and never
Regarded of offspring
I'm better off alone
Yet to balkanize these blisters
Can the rush grow up without the mire
Can the flag grow without water
See this is new
We are still inclined to say
Tell them that I won't be long
It has already been in ancient times before us.....










Born To Toil
9-4-15


Vanity of vanities, all is empty
Is it not born to toil
As the ox treads out of the corn
That as well will spoil
Yet dissuaded to join them down there
With a humble heart on bended knee
I pray you take me somewhere
While it is yet in the greenness
Release these chains of darkness
Cut not down yet it withers
So are the paths of those that forget
I'm begging you please
In rue and regret
Come now, I will test you with mirth
As you are yet to find
What such a treasure might be worth...