Washing Feet
11-12-15
In Galatians chapter five
Freedom from performance
A reason to be alive
Another reset preference
In John chapter thirteen
The last supper
Breaking down what's about to happen
When you get there
Washing feet in the humility
Saying I didn't make any contribution
By these first principles
What is the saying in the contrast
Not to argue about other religions
Main work, lunch with Mother on Saturday
Do not let your hearts be troubled
Butchering the English language
For a purpose you're going to totally blow it
Another Hebrew term broken down into speech plain....
Roll Over And Play Alive
11-12-15
Once for sport and once for blood
As one to exhort and as one to expect a flood
Not to make sure you tell them all you know
Humble yourself
Wash their feet, serve them
And in God you will grow
Lay on your right side forty days
Appointed each day for a year
The eagles fill the skies
Thou set thy face towards the siege
Thine arm will be uncovered
And thou prophesy against it
Bring also by measure
One sixth part of a hin
From time to time drink
Behold I lay bands upon thee
And thou feel free to roll in bed
Empowered by the king...
Sunday, November 29, 2015
I am someone
I Am Someone (In Jesus)
11-12-15
Three more hours at this table
Writing these rhymes
Is sweeter than watching cable
It's all about how I am someone in Jesus
To challenge my thinking
So what Jesus did today
Hanging on someone else's words
There will be better days if only I hang in there
For something sweeter
Jesus has got this
What are you going to do when you blow it today
I already have my sin of cigarettes and worry
Come the Phantom of the Opera
In the perfect image of a priest
We are as such
As instead of south ducks fly east
And we ask how and why!
By Grace, Not By My Performance
11-12-15
Praise me to be Rose Neptune
If there was ever such a name in the darkness
I feel comfort by the lesser lights
Sometimes too beautiful to bear
As the sun goes down sooner
Set battering rams against it round about
Question: can we do this?
Answer: yes, if we believe
Lie on your left side according to the number of days
To bear their iniquity
Three hundred ninety
By which fishermen grow flowers
Do what the king says
But not to think too much about it
The answer comes in grace
Not to be contingent of my performance
That does not cut it...
Command: Warble
11-12-15
He already placed you into the kingdom
To have life and more abundantly
The King tells me to warble to myself
Entertaining angels unawares
The hour is getting soon
You can stop pretending that you are any better
Such ought to take off the pressure
The name of the song I've come to hate
The hour is getting late
As so waxes another new moon
By grace that you are saved
To understand the power of his sacrifice
Cast seven dollars into the offering plate
And garbage to feed my raccoon
What do we do if we turn back to the old life
We cannot earn our way into heaven
It's all by his grace.....
11-12-15
Three more hours at this table
Writing these rhymes
Is sweeter than watching cable
It's all about how I am someone in Jesus
To challenge my thinking
So what Jesus did today
Hanging on someone else's words
There will be better days if only I hang in there
For something sweeter
Jesus has got this
What are you going to do when you blow it today
I already have my sin of cigarettes and worry
Come the Phantom of the Opera
In the perfect image of a priest
We are as such
As instead of south ducks fly east
And we ask how and why!
By Grace, Not By My Performance
11-12-15
Praise me to be Rose Neptune
If there was ever such a name in the darkness
I feel comfort by the lesser lights
Sometimes too beautiful to bear
As the sun goes down sooner
Set battering rams against it round about
Question: can we do this?
Answer: yes, if we believe
Lie on your left side according to the number of days
To bear their iniquity
Three hundred ninety
By which fishermen grow flowers
Do what the king says
But not to think too much about it
The answer comes in grace
Not to be contingent of my performance
That does not cut it...
Command: Warble
11-12-15
He already placed you into the kingdom
To have life and more abundantly
The King tells me to warble to myself
Entertaining angels unawares
The hour is getting soon
You can stop pretending that you are any better
Such ought to take off the pressure
The name of the song I've come to hate
The hour is getting late
As so waxes another new moon
By grace that you are saved
To understand the power of his sacrifice
Cast seven dollars into the offering plate
And garbage to feed my raccoon
What do we do if we turn back to the old life
We cannot earn our way into heaven
It's all by his grace.....
in every amen
In Every Amen
11-12-15
Accountability makes it hard
So I tell no one my plan
I need to give this junk up anyway
So I do the best that I can
Leaning on a window sill
For when I die on top of the hill
And be brought low
To yet make my kill
God's sheep listen for and hear his voice
They are eager to follow his learning in every Amen in life
He that hear let him hear and no more doubt and fear
Take thee a tile and lay it before thee
And portray upon it the city
Even Jerusalem and we ask how and why!
Money For Tablets
11-12-15
Resisted the urge to buy the new Willie Nelson CD
Need money for tablets on Saturday
I hope that I hang in there
And in need of five new titles
We live with a bold confidence
Of our future with Christ
As sheep at the One Gate we enter in
By Jesus laying his life down for the flock
No one will snatch me out of his hand
Not even windows filled with frost
We lose the option to live in doubt and fear
I don't need to go out and smoke
It's warm in here as grace empowers one
To live life how God wants it
One shepherd, one flock
One stream, one prominent rock...
Glad To Be Back
11-12-15
Create some friction
For one gets stronger in resistance
Beat your addiction
Live above such a passive existence
To change ones thinking
The decaf I'll be drinking
Jesus has got this
The bible will mess with your theology
As you almost cannot believe
How good it is as of here now and today
Eternal life begins now
Now is the appointed time
Not to go to heaven
But to willingly do the right thing
As my six becomes as seven
Creating a moment when we need a change of shirt
Taking my chances in that I might get hurt
Create some friction....
11-12-15
Accountability makes it hard
So I tell no one my plan
I need to give this junk up anyway
So I do the best that I can
Leaning on a window sill
For when I die on top of the hill
And be brought low
To yet make my kill
God's sheep listen for and hear his voice
They are eager to follow his learning in every Amen in life
He that hear let him hear and no more doubt and fear
Take thee a tile and lay it before thee
And portray upon it the city
Even Jerusalem and we ask how and why!
Money For Tablets
11-12-15
Resisted the urge to buy the new Willie Nelson CD
Need money for tablets on Saturday
I hope that I hang in there
And in need of five new titles
We live with a bold confidence
Of our future with Christ
As sheep at the One Gate we enter in
By Jesus laying his life down for the flock
No one will snatch me out of his hand
Not even windows filled with frost
We lose the option to live in doubt and fear
I don't need to go out and smoke
It's warm in here as grace empowers one
To live life how God wants it
One shepherd, one flock
One stream, one prominent rock...
Glad To Be Back
11-12-15
Create some friction
For one gets stronger in resistance
Beat your addiction
Live above such a passive existence
To change ones thinking
The decaf I'll be drinking
Jesus has got this
The bible will mess with your theology
As you almost cannot believe
How good it is as of here now and today
Eternal life begins now
Now is the appointed time
Not to go to heaven
But to willingly do the right thing
As my six becomes as seven
Creating a moment when we need a change of shirt
Taking my chances in that I might get hurt
Create some friction....
Saturday, November 28, 2015
vicomte
Vicomte
11-12-15
Let it stand five minutes
Conscientious not to go to her too soon
To say unto the wicked ye will surely die
To save his life
How dare do I say this to anyone
And am I worthy to
Ezekiel
Forty-eight chapters of the hard stuff
Ones victome webbed for toes and fingers
Where diversity yet lingers
A beautiful thing for violinists and singers
Connected by the membrane
For both left and right wingers
Behold that should put bands upon thee
Go out for a smoke and call it seven
For the sake of superstition
For six is as imperfection
And thou not go out among them...
At A Table for Two In A Dark Room
11-12-15
Weir covers Bob
For next summer's season of the corn cob
And it came to pass in those days
That there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus
That all the world shall be taxed
I ain't gonna work on Maggies farm no more
Mother tells me to watch my language
At about ten till four at a table for two in a dark room
As so my thumb is sore
Making my tongue to cleave to the roof of my mouth
That I be dumb and not to them a reprover
The voice still says go out and have one and call it seven
Wist ye know that I must be about my father's business...
Through (One Gate)
11-12-15
In the fifteenth year of the reign of Tiberius
So is the setting of Luke chapter three
With too much detail to mention here
Know the facts and be free from doubt and fear
And all flesh will see the salvation
You come in through One Gate
The only one to protect from the thief
Wanting to ruin our lives
Every day they see a shepherd
And a flock not used for food
But for their wool
Not to be rude in belching on the barstool
These were my days of excess and I played the fool
Setting a camp also against it with battering rams
For the reheating of stuffing, corn and yams
I know what you want so says He....
11-12-15
Let it stand five minutes
Conscientious not to go to her too soon
To say unto the wicked ye will surely die
To save his life
How dare do I say this to anyone
And am I worthy to
Ezekiel
Forty-eight chapters of the hard stuff
Ones victome webbed for toes and fingers
Where diversity yet lingers
A beautiful thing for violinists and singers
Connected by the membrane
For both left and right wingers
Behold that should put bands upon thee
Go out for a smoke and call it seven
For the sake of superstition
For six is as imperfection
And thou not go out among them...
At A Table for Two In A Dark Room
11-12-15
Weir covers Bob
For next summer's season of the corn cob
And it came to pass in those days
That there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus
That all the world shall be taxed
I ain't gonna work on Maggies farm no more
Mother tells me to watch my language
At about ten till four at a table for two in a dark room
As so my thumb is sore
Making my tongue to cleave to the roof of my mouth
That I be dumb and not to them a reprover
The voice still says go out and have one and call it seven
Wist ye know that I must be about my father's business...
Through (One Gate)
11-12-15
In the fifteenth year of the reign of Tiberius
So is the setting of Luke chapter three
With too much detail to mention here
Know the facts and be free from doubt and fear
And all flesh will see the salvation
You come in through One Gate
The only one to protect from the thief
Wanting to ruin our lives
Every day they see a shepherd
And a flock not used for food
But for their wool
Not to be rude in belching on the barstool
These were my days of excess and I played the fool
Setting a camp also against it with battering rams
For the reheating of stuffing, corn and yams
I know what you want so says He....
Dead Covers Bob
Dead Covers Bob
11-12-15
Dead covers Bob
Another railroad to rob
Ancient footprints are everywhere
My grace is sufficient
Paul had a thorn in the flesh
My crutch to walk better
As a writer of rhymes and prose
As a biter of crimes
Where green grass grows
Made almost a full recovery
From this morning's caffeine
At least I can walk with it
As I pray that today something more
It will come to mean
Dwelling by the river Chebar
Conscious eight hours and still going strong
With the prophet's responsibility to keep putting it out there
In time not wasted....
Coconut Refill
11-12-15
Following a flock of wild geese
Instead of south this morning they fly east
It is the most natural thing to ask God O Why!
Landing in Brussels
I saw a bum and I almost cried
For it's been a long hard ride
My coffee tastes like Valentines Day candy
Better to be blind with the eyes
Than to be seeing with no vision
If such a thing can be stated
In a way in spite of indecision
View out my north window
I call it mine
In owning everything that I see
She's an artist, she won't look back
Legalistic mindset, we have it too
Enter your room and pray
Get alone with God
In what you have to say....
Good Plan (S.L.A.P.)
11-12-15
When I get home I'm just going to eat and sleep
The law can't touch her at all even when I weep
Arise, go forth into the plain
And I there will talk with thee
I hear a voice saying "Go out for a cigarette"
I wonder is this the devil
Or a cue to meet my divine intervention
As the glory of the Lord stood there
And I fell on my face by the river Chebar
And this morning because of cloud coverage
I missed out on the Day Star
The moon now is waxing
And I have come thus far
The Spirit entered me and set me on my feet
How is it that you sought me....
11-12-15
Dead covers Bob
Another railroad to rob
Ancient footprints are everywhere
My grace is sufficient
Paul had a thorn in the flesh
My crutch to walk better
As a writer of rhymes and prose
As a biter of crimes
Where green grass grows
Made almost a full recovery
From this morning's caffeine
At least I can walk with it
As I pray that today something more
It will come to mean
Dwelling by the river Chebar
Conscious eight hours and still going strong
With the prophet's responsibility to keep putting it out there
In time not wasted....
Coconut Refill
11-12-15
Following a flock of wild geese
Instead of south this morning they fly east
It is the most natural thing to ask God O Why!
Landing in Brussels
I saw a bum and I almost cried
For it's been a long hard ride
My coffee tastes like Valentines Day candy
Better to be blind with the eyes
Than to be seeing with no vision
If such a thing can be stated
In a way in spite of indecision
View out my north window
I call it mine
In owning everything that I see
She's an artist, she won't look back
Legalistic mindset, we have it too
Enter your room and pray
Get alone with God
In what you have to say....
Good Plan (S.L.A.P.)
11-12-15
When I get home I'm just going to eat and sleep
The law can't touch her at all even when I weep
Arise, go forth into the plain
And I there will talk with thee
I hear a voice saying "Go out for a cigarette"
I wonder is this the devil
Or a cue to meet my divine intervention
As the glory of the Lord stood there
And I fell on my face by the river Chebar
And this morning because of cloud coverage
I missed out on the Day Star
The moon now is waxing
And I have come thus far
The Spirit entered me and set me on my feet
How is it that you sought me....
fashion
Fashion
11-12-15
Of suburb and faubourg
A quarter just outside the French city
I pray to escape this dull moment of worn out and jaded routines
Greeting my Bedouin in deserts of southwest Asia
In dreams of travel and mysteries to unravel
Traditionally tent-dwelling
And dependent upon herds for sustenance by definition
We have time to tell how this is the season of What
Newfangled, no if and or but
Of a new kind of fashion
Given to novelty
A noise of wings and wheels
And an opportunity to get to know how it feels
Darkness is a sad way to live
But I like it...
My Grace Is Sufficient
11-12-15
Unpacking these statements
To be more personal to you
I missed communion but I made the offering
As Jesus heals a man blind from birth
O, why was he blind
Because of his parents' sin
Or because of his own
In this inquiry
We are not alone apropos
And by the way a good thing to know
And to go without the smoke all day
I always have this choice
I did it yesterday and the day before
And no more of such De Vouvray wine
I'm driving myself mad
Yet it is fitting
One refill every hour on the hour
In purity there is power
For disability as well part of God's plan
On the road to recovery
My grace is sufficient....
Don't Spook The Horse
11-12-15
Happy birthday, Neil
More than a way to feel
Happy birthday Jesus in advance
A little bit too soon
But I will take that chance
Let the tree lights shine on me
Coming to them of the captivity of telabib
I need your love
And God says I already have it
According to what Jesus has already done
The sun makes the scene
For a moment of glory
For another interlocutor
We can talk about it
At the end of seven days
Word comes to me saying
"I make thee a watchman"
Going without is not going to kill me
Happy birthday, Neil...
Thrice Again (I Go There)
11-12-15
Hear the Word at my pen
As I choose to go there thrice again
A place such as here and Now
Give them words of exhortation
And we will say more than just "Wow!"
There is grace if we are willing to see it
It's in my face
And I am encouraged to but be it
They missed out on the point
Because of the legalism of their tradition
I've just got to be on another mission
Turn it up just a little bit more
And recline in ones precarious position
Jesus comes to blow up the box
And remove the restraints
Because God wants to do something through you....
11-12-15
Of suburb and faubourg
A quarter just outside the French city
I pray to escape this dull moment of worn out and jaded routines
Greeting my Bedouin in deserts of southwest Asia
In dreams of travel and mysteries to unravel
Traditionally tent-dwelling
And dependent upon herds for sustenance by definition
We have time to tell how this is the season of What
Newfangled, no if and or but
Of a new kind of fashion
Given to novelty
A noise of wings and wheels
And an opportunity to get to know how it feels
Darkness is a sad way to live
But I like it...
My Grace Is Sufficient
11-12-15
Unpacking these statements
To be more personal to you
I missed communion but I made the offering
As Jesus heals a man blind from birth
O, why was he blind
Because of his parents' sin
Or because of his own
In this inquiry
We are not alone apropos
And by the way a good thing to know
And to go without the smoke all day
I always have this choice
I did it yesterday and the day before
And no more of such De Vouvray wine
I'm driving myself mad
Yet it is fitting
One refill every hour on the hour
In purity there is power
For disability as well part of God's plan
On the road to recovery
My grace is sufficient....
Don't Spook The Horse
11-12-15
Happy birthday, Neil
More than a way to feel
Happy birthday Jesus in advance
A little bit too soon
But I will take that chance
Let the tree lights shine on me
Coming to them of the captivity of telabib
I need your love
And God says I already have it
According to what Jesus has already done
The sun makes the scene
For a moment of glory
For another interlocutor
We can talk about it
At the end of seven days
Word comes to me saying
"I make thee a watchman"
Going without is not going to kill me
Happy birthday, Neil...
Thrice Again (I Go There)
11-12-15
Hear the Word at my pen
As I choose to go there thrice again
A place such as here and Now
Give them words of exhortation
And we will say more than just "Wow!"
There is grace if we are willing to see it
It's in my face
And I am encouraged to but be it
They missed out on the point
Because of the legalism of their tradition
I've just got to be on another mission
Turn it up just a little bit more
And recline in ones precarious position
Jesus comes to blow up the box
And remove the restraints
Because God wants to do something through you....
saving faith
Saving Faith (Right Now)
11-12-15
Eternal life starts now
Given the wherewithal and the know how
To just be
It is God's will that we believe
Rather than give into the doubt and fear
That only seems to be now and here
O, what an illusion so it turns out
The kingdom is at hand
How is it that I still don't understand
Country garland in the wind and rain
O, have you spent much time with Jesus lately
Stephen fill it up and low it down again
Saving faith right now to live with victory and power
As adamant harder than flint
Wrap the babe in scarlet and call it your own....
Note To Myself Of The Future
11-12-15
Go, get thee to them of the captivity
A note to myself of the future
Go, speak unto them something
I take what I do here seriously
And once in awhile I need a laugh
Stout like the elephant and tall as the giraffe
With climbing arms of ivy wrapped around my waist
As if such was my lover
Don't believe your own lies
Believe what God said about you
You are the apple of his eye
You are the light of the world and the salt of the earth
O, bless today the day of your birth
We require a change that hasn't come before
To enter in one Gate and one Door
Speak unto them
I think the rain is letting up...
11-12-15
Eternal life starts now
Given the wherewithal and the know how
To just be
It is God's will that we believe
Rather than give into the doubt and fear
That only seems to be now and here
O, what an illusion so it turns out
The kingdom is at hand
How is it that I still don't understand
Country garland in the wind and rain
O, have you spent much time with Jesus lately
Stephen fill it up and low it down again
Saving faith right now to live with victory and power
As adamant harder than flint
Wrap the babe in scarlet and call it your own....
Note To Myself Of The Future
11-12-15
Go, get thee to them of the captivity
A note to myself of the future
Go, speak unto them something
I take what I do here seriously
And once in awhile I need a laugh
Stout like the elephant and tall as the giraffe
With climbing arms of ivy wrapped around my waist
As if such was my lover
Don't believe your own lies
Believe what God said about you
You are the apple of his eye
You are the light of the world and the salt of the earth
O, bless today the day of your birth
We require a change that hasn't come before
To enter in one Gate and one Door
Speak unto them
I think the rain is letting up...
waylay
Waylay
11-12-15
Conscious seven hours so far
All I want to do is rock and write
Not to mock nor to fight
Lifting all of such a block
In not need of a light
They will not hearken
For such a house are impudent and hardhearted
Dark Star crashes
The epic again has started
Search light casting
For thoughts in the clouds of delusion
I quote Jerry to make it my own
In spite of the grandeur of confusion
Forgetting what manner of man I am
When I walk away from the looking glass
Waylaid and intercepted
Readymade and sweetly accepted.....
Say Not, Sirrah!
11-12-15
Jesus calls Judas friend
The most touching of all passages
He did what he was supposed to do
Yet to await and accost
Yet to slay and to seize
As one to reach out to the lost
And two months ago I feel that warm autumn breeze
Out Jet Set travelling frequently
A social set of men
Of wealth and not just for ones good health
Say not Sirrah as to bate, moderate and restrain oneself from hate
The place is empty so far, so good
And for somebody I will wait
To lessen and diminish
Another cup of coffee to finish...
In My Corner
11-12-15
I think they said that today is Neil Young's birthday
So I suppose I will go that way
We can deal with limitation
Yet without a vision the people perish and we run amuck
Given another epic
Twenty-seven minutes in its duration
Behold I make thy face strong against theirs
And foreheads likewise
The Spirit took me up
And I heard behind me a voice of great rushing
Saying blessed be the glory of the Lord from his place
We come in through one gate
Ask not why did you make me this way
And just be happy in who you really are
This will be my corner
But not for isolation...
11-12-15
Conscious seven hours so far
All I want to do is rock and write
Not to mock nor to fight
Lifting all of such a block
In not need of a light
They will not hearken
For such a house are impudent and hardhearted
Dark Star crashes
The epic again has started
Search light casting
For thoughts in the clouds of delusion
I quote Jerry to make it my own
In spite of the grandeur of confusion
Forgetting what manner of man I am
When I walk away from the looking glass
Waylaid and intercepted
Readymade and sweetly accepted.....
Say Not, Sirrah!
11-12-15
Jesus calls Judas friend
The most touching of all passages
He did what he was supposed to do
Yet to await and accost
Yet to slay and to seize
As one to reach out to the lost
And two months ago I feel that warm autumn breeze
Out Jet Set travelling frequently
A social set of men
Of wealth and not just for ones good health
Say not Sirrah as to bate, moderate and restrain oneself from hate
The place is empty so far, so good
And for somebody I will wait
To lessen and diminish
Another cup of coffee to finish...
In My Corner
11-12-15
I think they said that today is Neil Young's birthday
So I suppose I will go that way
We can deal with limitation
Yet without a vision the people perish and we run amuck
Given another epic
Twenty-seven minutes in its duration
Behold I make thy face strong against theirs
And foreheads likewise
The Spirit took me up
And I heard behind me a voice of great rushing
Saying blessed be the glory of the Lord from his place
We come in through one gate
Ask not why did you make me this way
And just be happy in who you really are
This will be my corner
But not for isolation...
hellion
Hellion
11-12-15
Back in business
Plowing into the book of Luke
One more gospel to go and no such fluke
They, whether they hear or forbear
The coffee in the morning I nuke
Mocha at ten on the dot
I hope I don't puke
A roll written within and without
Five more notebooks is what it's all about
As a hellion troublesome, rowdy and mischevious
These qualities make me doubt
In writing lamentations and mourning and woe
I'd be better off today in taking it slow
And write of something happy for a change
Staying in touch becoming as not strange
Be not afraid of them nor their words
Though briers and thorns be with thee....
Another Read
11-12-15
Lillian Florence Hellman
Dies in the year of eighty four
When I was only eleven
O, beware of the concision and of strange leaven
I ate it and it was in my mouth as honey from sweetness
It's a dreary day
but I can still yet behold the beauty of gray
Not sent to a people of strange speech or of a hard language
With God nothing will be impossible
And thou shall have joy and gladness
And many shall rejoice at his birth
Soon time to start saying "Happy holidays"
How about today
And many shall turn to the Lord, our God
Keeping unbelief at bay....
11-12-15
Back in business
Plowing into the book of Luke
One more gospel to go and no such fluke
They, whether they hear or forbear
The coffee in the morning I nuke
Mocha at ten on the dot
I hope I don't puke
A roll written within and without
Five more notebooks is what it's all about
As a hellion troublesome, rowdy and mischevious
These qualities make me doubt
In writing lamentations and mourning and woe
I'd be better off today in taking it slow
And write of something happy for a change
Staying in touch becoming as not strange
Be not afraid of them nor their words
Though briers and thorns be with thee....
Another Read
11-12-15
Lillian Florence Hellman
Dies in the year of eighty four
When I was only eleven
O, beware of the concision and of strange leaven
I ate it and it was in my mouth as honey from sweetness
It's a dreary day
but I can still yet behold the beauty of gray
Not sent to a people of strange speech or of a hard language
With God nothing will be impossible
And thou shall have joy and gladness
And many shall rejoice at his birth
Soon time to start saying "Happy holidays"
How about today
And many shall turn to the Lord, our God
Keeping unbelief at bay....
Cush
Cush
9-17-15
Of whom we have many things to say
And hard to be uttered
Seeing ye are dull of hearing
In God's will there will be a way
And our bread is jellied and buttered
For the cause of all praising and cheering
Everyone will fight against his brother
And no one exempt
Everyone will feel the hate when we misunderstand
As God does not tempt
I'm glad this is all it was all about
Take on your dreams and don't try to drive them away
Ethiopia also referred to as the burnt face
We are still under God's grace....
Booby Prize
9-17-15
This is the season for such display
Jesus is the reason
Even for all chaos and disarray
Thank you Jesus that this is all that it was
I still love them all
But not only just because
I will take my rest
And I will look from my dwelling place
You will walk away and take a pact to be a source
No more booby hatches will be required
Over the deck opening
Being taught the first principles
For the sound today I am wired
And we can still be together
A reference to an embassy
Resulting in the alliance denounced....
All Is Meant To Be
9-17-15
Of brooks or streams
Of canals of Egypt, flesh hooks for dreams of old pals
These rivers and irrigation inlets of fresh water
I flush the toilet at noon on the dot
Thankful that my coffee is fresh, black, sweet and hot
Whose land the rivers divide, take care
So easily all for Jesus
And it's not about my pride
In a day of deep and desperate sorrow
Go, swift messengers to a nation tall
And of smooth skin
Misunderstanding was no such sin....
9-17-15
Of whom we have many things to say
And hard to be uttered
Seeing ye are dull of hearing
In God's will there will be a way
And our bread is jellied and buttered
For the cause of all praising and cheering
Everyone will fight against his brother
And no one exempt
Everyone will feel the hate when we misunderstand
As God does not tempt
I'm glad this is all it was all about
Take on your dreams and don't try to drive them away
Ethiopia also referred to as the burnt face
We are still under God's grace....
Booby Prize
9-17-15
This is the season for such display
Jesus is the reason
Even for all chaos and disarray
Thank you Jesus that this is all that it was
I still love them all
But not only just because
I will take my rest
And I will look from my dwelling place
You will walk away and take a pact to be a source
No more booby hatches will be required
Over the deck opening
Being taught the first principles
For the sound today I am wired
And we can still be together
A reference to an embassy
Resulting in the alliance denounced....
All Is Meant To Be
9-17-15
Of brooks or streams
Of canals of Egypt, flesh hooks for dreams of old pals
These rivers and irrigation inlets of fresh water
I flush the toilet at noon on the dot
Thankful that my coffee is fresh, black, sweet and hot
Whose land the rivers divide, take care
So easily all for Jesus
And it's not about my pride
In a day of deep and desperate sorrow
Go, swift messengers to a nation tall
And of smooth skin
Misunderstanding was no such sin....
rash promises
Rash Promises
9-17-15
The Lord of nations has broken down its choice plants
I don't know where to go from here
So I suppose I'll just soldier on
Of when we have many things to say
Seeing ye may be dull of hearing
In multiple occurrences
A rash of robberies
Done in reckless and ill
Considered haste as the glory of Jacob will wane
And the fatness of his flesh
Grows here in the valley of Rephaim
You will see just what I mean
Stop here for awhile to watch and pray for good success....
Starting over
9-17-15
Weal to the land
Shadowed with buzzing wings
Praise God it was only about this
I can start my day all over again
Though he were a Son
Yet he learned obedience
By the things which he suffered
It was just a misunderstanding
So I turn it over to Yes
Not to assume but to guess
If or not my life is a mess
Being made perfect
He became the author of eternal salvation
Unto all that obey
Beyond the rivers of Ethiopia
It's going to be okay
Show me the strength of your singular eye...
9-17-15
The Lord of nations has broken down its choice plants
I don't know where to go from here
So I suppose I'll just soldier on
Of when we have many things to say
Seeing ye may be dull of hearing
In multiple occurrences
A rash of robberies
Done in reckless and ill
Considered haste as the glory of Jacob will wane
And the fatness of his flesh
Grows here in the valley of Rephaim
You will see just what I mean
Stop here for awhile to watch and pray for good success....
Starting over
9-17-15
Weal to the land
Shadowed with buzzing wings
Praise God it was only about this
I can start my day all over again
Though he were a Son
Yet he learned obedience
By the things which he suffered
It was just a misunderstanding
So I turn it over to Yes
Not to assume but to guess
If or not my life is a mess
Being made perfect
He became the author of eternal salvation
Unto all that obey
Beyond the rivers of Ethiopia
It's going to be okay
Show me the strength of your singular eye...
Saturday, November 21, 2015
impetuous
Impetuous
9-17-15
Impetuous, sudden and rash
O, make hot this lukewarm cash
I return for mine investment to pass the puck
For cotton or synthetic fabric
My weave having its lustrous finish
Not to add nor aught diminish
Send the lamb to the ruler of the land
Hide the outcasts
Many a year had come and gone
I pray that the conversation will go over well
For the fields of Heshon languish
And the vine of the sibmah take refuge
Trust and believe that it will turn out just fine
All is well with my soul....
Stricken (For Ones Own Benefit)
9-17-15
Everyone shall lay the foundation of Kir
Surely we are stricken
For Hareseth you shall mourn
Of whom we have many things to say
May it go over well
O, so I pray
We will sustain to roll right stones
In the vineyards there will singing
And as well shouting
Where the bee is stinging
Where even the cicada is doubting
I'll give it one hour
I pray for God's power
No threshers tread out wine in my presses
Therefore my heart shall resound
Like a hart for you....
Draft, No More
9-17-15
They will be for flocks
As we will see for the rocks
That he will come to his sanctuary to pray
For the burden against Damascus
I lay out a pair of clean socks
For my inner being
For Kir
Reminding me of that old classic
The skinner drives the draft of the mules
As so the wise will die as fools
The fortress also will cease from Ephraim
I pray that the divine intervention will go over well
With the weeping of Jazer
I will drench you with my tears..
9-17-15
Impetuous, sudden and rash
O, make hot this lukewarm cash
I return for mine investment to pass the puck
For cotton or synthetic fabric
My weave having its lustrous finish
Not to add nor aught diminish
Send the lamb to the ruler of the land
Hide the outcasts
Many a year had come and gone
I pray that the conversation will go over well
For the fields of Heshon languish
And the vine of the sibmah take refuge
Trust and believe that it will turn out just fine
All is well with my soul....
Stricken (For Ones Own Benefit)
9-17-15
Everyone shall lay the foundation of Kir
Surely we are stricken
For Hareseth you shall mourn
Of whom we have many things to say
May it go over well
O, so I pray
We will sustain to roll right stones
In the vineyards there will singing
And as well shouting
Where the bee is stinging
Where even the cicada is doubting
I'll give it one hour
I pray for God's power
No threshers tread out wine in my presses
Therefore my heart shall resound
Like a hart for you....
Draft, No More
9-17-15
They will be for flocks
As we will see for the rocks
That he will come to his sanctuary to pray
For the burden against Damascus
I lay out a pair of clean socks
For my inner being
For Kir
Reminding me of that old classic
The skinner drives the draft of the mules
As so the wise will die as fools
The fortress also will cease from Ephraim
I pray that the divine intervention will go over well
With the weeping of Jazer
I will drench you with my tears..
surfaced
Surfaced
7-7-12
Surfaced are my misanthropic emotions
As I watch the evening news sick and weary
Of hearing about this exploitation
Of those that go the wrong way
In their errors that we cannot judge
In that we are guilty of the same
Saying hello when you say goodbye
To keep this line of conversation open to these feelings
That will be justified....
Message Of The Man
7-7-12
Jesus was a man acquainted with grief
As in the mouth of the dove is carried the olive leaf
As sometimes working men come along to keep us on our toes
Where we ought to take no extra thought in knowing that God knows
Fearing not man that we suspect might knock upon the door
Upon which ivy grows
Jesus has overcome the world and knew no sin
Nor did he put on shows
This is the message that is greater than the man....
In Empyrean Realms
7-7-12
In Empyrean realms
Fire burns to serve as the mystery
Of how we grow in stature
Not increased by taking extra care
In Empyrean states of consciousness quite ecstatic
In that all things we see are temporal
In Empyrean paradise for us to know of the higher regions
Accessible to all that stand here erect
As men faithful against high tides of ebbs that cleanse...
7-7-12
Surfaced are my misanthropic emotions
As I watch the evening news sick and weary
Of hearing about this exploitation
Of those that go the wrong way
In their errors that we cannot judge
In that we are guilty of the same
Saying hello when you say goodbye
To keep this line of conversation open to these feelings
That will be justified....
Message Of The Man
7-7-12
Jesus was a man acquainted with grief
As in the mouth of the dove is carried the olive leaf
As sometimes working men come along to keep us on our toes
Where we ought to take no extra thought in knowing that God knows
Fearing not man that we suspect might knock upon the door
Upon which ivy grows
Jesus has overcome the world and knew no sin
Nor did he put on shows
This is the message that is greater than the man....
In Empyrean Realms
7-7-12
In Empyrean realms
Fire burns to serve as the mystery
Of how we grow in stature
Not increased by taking extra care
In Empyrean states of consciousness quite ecstatic
In that all things we see are temporal
In Empyrean paradise for us to know of the higher regions
Accessible to all that stand here erect
As men faithful against high tides of ebbs that cleanse...
salty
Salty
7-7-12
Excessive saline sustenance
Is essential for the blood cleansed
By way of cold water
Made hot for the stew
Of which I am yet to partake
During the heatwave that needs not be contrary
Taking it one day at a time
With the high sodium levels
Acclimated by all that we condone
As I read my left palm
Yet not to divine
That which is not in our hands to control...
Lucky Flush
7-7-12
For a higher purpose
My toilet only flushes halfway
Where lady luck does her work tonight
Yet I ought not boast in something not yet promised
As I break out the coffee to give me more of the runs of the same
Playing it by ear as if playing in my dreams
A game where God gives me only what I can handle.....
If I Only Knew
7-7-12
If only I knew then
That the hard rain was going to fall
I would have chosen a higher road of other choices
That I cannot go back in time to yet revise
Working with this void left by a cat that passed on into the next world
Leaving me with Grace reclining right next to me
In that I am just a man under God's care of plenteous provision....
On Mica 1:5,6
7-7-15
O, what is the transgression of Jacob
But our Samaria
Where good men stop by to lend a hand
Into which tonight I spill my seed
For which God could smite me if it were his will
As this Samaria is made as a heap of the field
And as the plantings of the vineyard
Where in quoting this beautiful Scripture
I am not the plaigerist
But a messenger with a good cause
To cheer up these good Samaritans
That have been discouraged along the way....
7-7-12
Excessive saline sustenance
Is essential for the blood cleansed
By way of cold water
Made hot for the stew
Of which I am yet to partake
During the heatwave that needs not be contrary
Taking it one day at a time
With the high sodium levels
Acclimated by all that we condone
As I read my left palm
Yet not to divine
That which is not in our hands to control...
Lucky Flush
7-7-12
For a higher purpose
My toilet only flushes halfway
Where lady luck does her work tonight
Yet I ought not boast in something not yet promised
As I break out the coffee to give me more of the runs of the same
Playing it by ear as if playing in my dreams
A game where God gives me only what I can handle.....
If I Only Knew
7-7-12
If only I knew then
That the hard rain was going to fall
I would have chosen a higher road of other choices
That I cannot go back in time to yet revise
Working with this void left by a cat that passed on into the next world
Leaving me with Grace reclining right next to me
In that I am just a man under God's care of plenteous provision....
On Mica 1:5,6
7-7-15
O, what is the transgression of Jacob
But our Samaria
Where good men stop by to lend a hand
Into which tonight I spill my seed
For which God could smite me if it were his will
As this Samaria is made as a heap of the field
And as the plantings of the vineyard
Where in quoting this beautiful Scripture
I am not the plaigerist
But a messenger with a good cause
To cheer up these good Samaritans
That have been discouraged along the way....
madrona
Madrona
7-7-12
Madronas are always green
Where those that look upon them
Find what owning it all can to them might mean
As needles fall to the ground in forests
Where the purpose in all that is subject to change
Madronas are green all year round
And to God indeed this is nothing strange
Counting myself very fortunate
That I've made it this far...
Pasticcio
7-7-12
In the pasticcio of my pistachio
I sit in a new posture in my appreciation
Of salt ester of my next meal
In my Raman noodle experiment
I conduct by faith by the signal of the hour of three
When currently the temperatures reach triple digits
With this pasticcio played in its melodious continuity of improvisation
Where we can know the song from its first note and bar
In that this bowl of soup serves as a car ready to be refueled
So that the working man can get back out...
Potpourri
7-7-12
This poetic potpourri
Is as a portent of a fragment
Of last autumn's dry leaf upon my love seat
Bringing me hope that I will cross the bridge
Into a land where I'll be equipped to go there and tell my story
Saying hallelijiah even when it costs me something
With my poetic potpourri
In its combination of what appears to be incongruous yet justified
Where blessed are the humble and poor in spirit...
7-7-12
Madronas are always green
Where those that look upon them
Find what owning it all can to them might mean
As needles fall to the ground in forests
Where the purpose in all that is subject to change
Madronas are green all year round
And to God indeed this is nothing strange
Counting myself very fortunate
That I've made it this far...
Pasticcio
7-7-12
In the pasticcio of my pistachio
I sit in a new posture in my appreciation
Of salt ester of my next meal
In my Raman noodle experiment
I conduct by faith by the signal of the hour of three
When currently the temperatures reach triple digits
With this pasticcio played in its melodious continuity of improvisation
Where we can know the song from its first note and bar
In that this bowl of soup serves as a car ready to be refueled
So that the working man can get back out...
Potpourri
7-7-12
This poetic potpourri
Is as a portent of a fragment
Of last autumn's dry leaf upon my love seat
Bringing me hope that I will cross the bridge
Into a land where I'll be equipped to go there and tell my story
Saying hallelijiah even when it costs me something
With my poetic potpourri
In its combination of what appears to be incongruous yet justified
Where blessed are the humble and poor in spirit...
incentive
Incentive
7-7-12
Courtesans are admired in my night visions
Where I rove the hallways
In search of a fetish that serves as my incentive
To love and learn
And at the signal of the hour of two
I rejoice in that I've accepted this part of such devotions
Amorous and conducive
Where God gives every lonely man a helper
To comfort his longing....
Liberal (Not A Dirty Word)
7-7-12
Yet to be gladly admired of artists
Liberal and broad minded
Who stood up behind podiums
To speak from their hearts
And bleed truths that were inspired
By the time it took with ballpoint pens
As I do so today where they are gathered asunder together
In fives and tens
This is what I do
And the day I pass in doing such
Is lived well
When this is what I love to do for God
Even if I reach no one in a physical sense...
I Pray For Them
7-7-12
Obdurate is not something I choose to be
Even unto those guilty of crimes
In that I am foolish to be mulish
Saying my prayers for them as if they were brothers
In the consideration of material
Already made enough to work with
For the entire mellinial reign I have hopes in
Moved by persuasion and yet empathetic
In knowing I have been there too
Praying that these words will go somewhere....
On Ezekiel 33:17
7-7-12
The Way of our God is not equal
In that there is not comparison
Of one man to the next
As today all I know how to do
Is pour myself onto this page
To see this solitude and silence
In song to serve as my stage
When my councellors visit me
Every twelve hours of continuity
Hidden inside this cool abode...
Be Anxious For Nothing
7-7-12
God says to me be anxious for nothing
As last night in meditation
I needed to ask
So why do I fret upon strings
That utter cacophonous chords
In that in this house there are many idols and lords
I take my chances to proceed with this technique
Where I observe sporting events with my television on mute
As I rejoice to look upon my wristwatch
To see the hour of three soon roll around
In that I wish to receive such promises that God will keep...
7-7-12
Courtesans are admired in my night visions
Where I rove the hallways
In search of a fetish that serves as my incentive
To love and learn
And at the signal of the hour of two
I rejoice in that I've accepted this part of such devotions
Amorous and conducive
Where God gives every lonely man a helper
To comfort his longing....
Liberal (Not A Dirty Word)
7-7-12
Yet to be gladly admired of artists
Liberal and broad minded
Who stood up behind podiums
To speak from their hearts
And bleed truths that were inspired
By the time it took with ballpoint pens
As I do so today where they are gathered asunder together
In fives and tens
This is what I do
And the day I pass in doing such
Is lived well
When this is what I love to do for God
Even if I reach no one in a physical sense...
I Pray For Them
7-7-12
Obdurate is not something I choose to be
Even unto those guilty of crimes
In that I am foolish to be mulish
Saying my prayers for them as if they were brothers
In the consideration of material
Already made enough to work with
For the entire mellinial reign I have hopes in
Moved by persuasion and yet empathetic
In knowing I have been there too
Praying that these words will go somewhere....
On Ezekiel 33:17
7-7-12
The Way of our God is not equal
In that there is not comparison
Of one man to the next
As today all I know how to do
Is pour myself onto this page
To see this solitude and silence
In song to serve as my stage
When my councellors visit me
Every twelve hours of continuity
Hidden inside this cool abode...
Be Anxious For Nothing
7-7-12
God says to me be anxious for nothing
As last night in meditation
I needed to ask
So why do I fret upon strings
That utter cacophonous chords
In that in this house there are many idols and lords
I take my chances to proceed with this technique
Where I observe sporting events with my television on mute
As I rejoice to look upon my wristwatch
To see the hour of three soon roll around
In that I wish to receive such promises that God will keep...
crow
Crow
7-7-12
The crow upon my window
Still needs not be a portent of events
Thought to be ominous
Only by the illusion of the mind
That wants to sink its teeth into the situation
Yet I have a higher hope
That the things of this world
Will not exceed the glory that is yet to be
When we enter into the chosen land
Where all will have the choice to love...
On Matthew 4:18 (check this out)
7-7-12
The plagues in the book of Exodus
Need not be the downer in our deep study
And contemplation of such introspective meditations
That serve the purpose of our getting stronger
In all that we retain
And as for the book of Revelation
Blessed are they that read and heed
Yet to meet our own Simon and Andrew with fishing rods
Getting some action with the rainbow trout
To know that something sweeter will follow
The trial that tries our faith for the greater good of spiritual growth....
Music, Not An Idol
7-7-12
With saliva I clean my bifocal spectacles
So I can clearly see the screen
To read the messages of hope quite euphonious
Where the use of such words can be today's religion
Seeing that this part of life is but a transition
Where it is unwise to build idols
In the rock and roll which is all about liberation
And healing in my singing aloud
Neither fleshly nor celestial
Where it all is just what we make of it....
7-7-12
The crow upon my window
Still needs not be a portent of events
Thought to be ominous
Only by the illusion of the mind
That wants to sink its teeth into the situation
Yet I have a higher hope
That the things of this world
Will not exceed the glory that is yet to be
When we enter into the chosen land
Where all will have the choice to love...
On Matthew 4:18 (check this out)
7-7-12
The plagues in the book of Exodus
Need not be the downer in our deep study
And contemplation of such introspective meditations
That serve the purpose of our getting stronger
In all that we retain
And as for the book of Revelation
Blessed are they that read and heed
Yet to meet our own Simon and Andrew with fishing rods
Getting some action with the rainbow trout
To know that something sweeter will follow
The trial that tries our faith for the greater good of spiritual growth....
Music, Not An Idol
7-7-12
With saliva I clean my bifocal spectacles
So I can clearly see the screen
To read the messages of hope quite euphonious
Where the use of such words can be today's religion
Seeing that this part of life is but a transition
Where it is unwise to build idols
In the rock and roll which is all about liberation
And healing in my singing aloud
Neither fleshly nor celestial
Where it all is just what we make of it....
acclaim
Acclaim
7-7-12
The artists we yet acclaim, praise and applaud
Will do us great service
In the purpose of our God
Inspired by the Sprit that freely flows through
Those that desire the milk of the word
As I rise at eight on the dot
To heat my coffee bringing hope for this prolific lot
Saturday wherein I stay safe and cool
Calling no man master nor fool....
Weighty Serenades
7-7-12
Weighty and ponderous
So seems to be the conditions
That just are what they are
Defined as being bad or good
Reminded today that God is with me
As I serenade my neighbors with prayers for their abundance
And shelter from this smoldering heat
Exaggerated in that all of this is as passing clouds
Where mighty and ponderous conditions serve their purpose
In God's plan today....
7-7-12
The artists we yet acclaim, praise and applaud
Will do us great service
In the purpose of our God
Inspired by the Sprit that freely flows through
Those that desire the milk of the word
As I rise at eight on the dot
To heat my coffee bringing hope for this prolific lot
Saturday wherein I stay safe and cool
Calling no man master nor fool....
Weighty Serenades
7-7-12
Weighty and ponderous
So seems to be the conditions
That just are what they are
Defined as being bad or good
Reminded today that God is with me
As I serenade my neighbors with prayers for their abundance
And shelter from this smoldering heat
Exaggerated in that all of this is as passing clouds
Where mighty and ponderous conditions serve their purpose
In God's plan today....
look alive
Look Alive
9-15-15
I looked for you everywhere
Next objective is to search for my green light
Come without such a scare
Every man's work shall be made manifest
For the day shall declare it
Because it shall be revealed by fire
I pray for patience
Even if I might get trouble
Living in a beautiful vacuum
Of my tale of bricks and straw and stubble
Go softly, rejoice in Rezin and Remaliah's son
This is my idea of fun
For gold, silver and precious stones
For wood, hay and stubble
Pray for patience
Even if there will be trouble
Roses are a dollar a stem
And thorns will thrive so look alive...
Buttercup
9-15-15
If man's word abide
He shall receive a reward
But if any man's work be burnt
He suffers loss but he himself shall be saved
Yet so as through fire
Saturn is orbiting something
And the sky is not a liar of this offering up
By nature's convenience store
Yet to visit my own Aragon
The kingdom of northwest Spain united with Castile
Much more than a way to feel
Forming its nucleus
Lowing today my electric blue
Just to reach out to you
All for Jesus you find your sights to discover
For the buttercup my herb of temperate and cold regions
Of acrid juice for cricket and good conduct
Harder to look yourself square in the eye....
At Mechlin
9-15-15
Feeling haughty disdain
And proud nice and naughty
Alongside the slain
Harder to wake Galileo
For good sportsmanship and fair conduct
I knock my head again the sky
And this is my passion to let it fly
Halfway to the diamond
I thank the Lord for what I don't have
For or Exeter northeast of Plymouth
Important for its strategic collation
Better cool the engines
And take the next dance nice and slow
Yet accosted in that I am rustic
Back to Mechin
My city of north central Belgium
I pray to have a good one
Amen and amen
And of country life and theologian stream....
9-15-15
I looked for you everywhere
Next objective is to search for my green light
Come without such a scare
Every man's work shall be made manifest
For the day shall declare it
Because it shall be revealed by fire
I pray for patience
Even if I might get trouble
Living in a beautiful vacuum
Of my tale of bricks and straw and stubble
Go softly, rejoice in Rezin and Remaliah's son
This is my idea of fun
For gold, silver and precious stones
For wood, hay and stubble
Pray for patience
Even if there will be trouble
Roses are a dollar a stem
And thorns will thrive so look alive...
Buttercup
9-15-15
If man's word abide
He shall receive a reward
But if any man's work be burnt
He suffers loss but he himself shall be saved
Yet so as through fire
Saturn is orbiting something
And the sky is not a liar of this offering up
By nature's convenience store
Yet to visit my own Aragon
The kingdom of northwest Spain united with Castile
Much more than a way to feel
Forming its nucleus
Lowing today my electric blue
Just to reach out to you
All for Jesus you find your sights to discover
For the buttercup my herb of temperate and cold regions
Of acrid juice for cricket and good conduct
Harder to look yourself square in the eye....
At Mechlin
9-15-15
Feeling haughty disdain
And proud nice and naughty
Alongside the slain
Harder to wake Galileo
For good sportsmanship and fair conduct
I knock my head again the sky
And this is my passion to let it fly
Halfway to the diamond
I thank the Lord for what I don't have
For or Exeter northeast of Plymouth
Important for its strategic collation
Better cool the engines
And take the next dance nice and slow
Yet accosted in that I am rustic
Back to Mechin
My city of north central Belgium
I pray to have a good one
Amen and amen
And of country life and theologian stream....
parapet
Parapet
9-15-15
Two hours to spare
Today is short and sweet
Only fifteen dollars last night
So today I could take to the street across Whiteford
To Rutter's to obtain my cigarettes
We dusted the nonbelievers
To shake the dust from our feet and walk away
Knowing only ones low protective wall
And the inevitable coming of the season of fall
And I took upon me faithful witnesses to record
Our Uriah and such Zechariah
The ducal and the duchy
In a mood vulnerable and touchy
To challenge the laws of chance
Let it all unfold
Now sleep even if you're sitting upright
Kick me fastened on my sleeve
Saying a prayer for brother Steve
For we are labored together...
I Planted, Apollos Watered
9-15-15
Ye are God's husbandry
Ye are God's building
Now he that plant and water are one
Every man shall receive of reward
According to his own labor
According to the grace of God
Given to me as a wise master builder
You're going to be a star
It's best to remember where you come from
Now that you have come this far
Let everyone take heed how he builds thereupon
For prim affectations where I go unto the prophetess
In search for love and she conceives
To call his name Maher-shalal-hash-bash
I mention this name for the third time
For other foundation no man can lay
That is laid that is Jesus Christ....
Tel Aviv
9-15-15
Say it don't spray it
Another mission accomplished
I stir up the trapeze
The cause of two souls
I dwell closely nevertheless
The princess shall not be as such
In her vexation and beautiful vulnerability
For thou has broken the yoke of his burden
Today I'm on top of things
Now she knows that nothing's going to stop me now
For no other foundation can no man lay
Save what is laid and that is Jesus
Dragging my feet across the seat
And jumping out the passenger's side
Ono last multiplied the nation
Asking oneself
O, what if God goes on vacation....
9-15-15
Two hours to spare
Today is short and sweet
Only fifteen dollars last night
So today I could take to the street across Whiteford
To Rutter's to obtain my cigarettes
We dusted the nonbelievers
To shake the dust from our feet and walk away
Knowing only ones low protective wall
And the inevitable coming of the season of fall
And I took upon me faithful witnesses to record
Our Uriah and such Zechariah
The ducal and the duchy
In a mood vulnerable and touchy
To challenge the laws of chance
Let it all unfold
Now sleep even if you're sitting upright
Kick me fastened on my sleeve
Saying a prayer for brother Steve
For we are labored together...
I Planted, Apollos Watered
9-15-15
Ye are God's husbandry
Ye are God's building
Now he that plant and water are one
Every man shall receive of reward
According to his own labor
According to the grace of God
Given to me as a wise master builder
You're going to be a star
It's best to remember where you come from
Now that you have come this far
Let everyone take heed how he builds thereupon
For prim affectations where I go unto the prophetess
In search for love and she conceives
To call his name Maher-shalal-hash-bash
I mention this name for the third time
For other foundation no man can lay
That is laid that is Jesus Christ....
Tel Aviv
9-15-15
Say it don't spray it
Another mission accomplished
I stir up the trapeze
The cause of two souls
I dwell closely nevertheless
The princess shall not be as such
In her vexation and beautiful vulnerability
For thou has broken the yoke of his burden
Today I'm on top of things
Now she knows that nothing's going to stop me now
For no other foundation can no man lay
Save what is laid and that is Jesus
Dragging my feet across the seat
And jumping out the passenger's side
Ono last multiplied the nation
Asking oneself
O, what if God goes on vacation....
Friday, November 20, 2015
unaneled
Unaneled
9-15-15
Moreover he said to me
Take a great roll and write in it with a man's pen
Concerning Maher-shalal-hash-baz
This I reiterate to get such a name into my thick skull
That wants its candy today
Time for a refill
This time a hazelnut
These things you've never seen
O, but to see a flavor
And to hear a smell
O, to but fill the laver
Fear is not the enemy
When it makes one stronger in the long run
In my walking up and down
If you hear these voices calling
We yet vanquish and yet subjugate
To destroy and then again yet to create
Yet unaleled
I have planted, Apollos watered
And God gave the increase...
...You Said The Air Was Singing...
9-15-15
We're only what our minds assume
Come furnish and forge
So much tonight I gorge
Who is Paul O, who is Apollos
But ministers by whom we believed
As so you have freely given
And in much bondage received
Here out on the highway
And what shall you do in the day of visitation
As the Lord giveth to every man
Call this mumbo jumbo
But hey, it might lead someone right
Our structure such as a rood or balcony
I decline again for the parapet appears
Too high to jump over
And it seems too low to crawl under
Somehow I hope for torrential rain and thunder
In a snatch our ducal lives....
Cornet
9-15-15
Once you had a dream of oceans
For vulgar slang and its given extreme
Emotions for our prison, jail and brig
Our two master sailing ships
We still dig for our cornet
Of three valves of remedies
And their soothing salves
We grasp and seize it illicitly operated by pistons
My setback is well worth the gift I know
And the other leader of the band said it was my show
For our battlement and notched parapet
I don't really need to know
Because in faith without sight
This child doth but grow
Have done we'll travel
Our cornet of cashews
And ones willing to spread the good news....
9-15-15
Moreover he said to me
Take a great roll and write in it with a man's pen
Concerning Maher-shalal-hash-baz
This I reiterate to get such a name into my thick skull
That wants its candy today
Time for a refill
This time a hazelnut
These things you've never seen
O, but to see a flavor
And to hear a smell
O, to but fill the laver
Fear is not the enemy
When it makes one stronger in the long run
In my walking up and down
If you hear these voices calling
We yet vanquish and yet subjugate
To destroy and then again yet to create
Yet unaleled
I have planted, Apollos watered
And God gave the increase...
...You Said The Air Was Singing...
9-15-15
We're only what our minds assume
Come furnish and forge
So much tonight I gorge
Who is Paul O, who is Apollos
But ministers by whom we believed
As so you have freely given
And in much bondage received
Here out on the highway
And what shall you do in the day of visitation
As the Lord giveth to every man
Call this mumbo jumbo
But hey, it might lead someone right
Our structure such as a rood or balcony
I decline again for the parapet appears
Too high to jump over
And it seems too low to crawl under
Somehow I hope for torrential rain and thunder
In a snatch our ducal lives....
Cornet
9-15-15
Once you had a dream of oceans
For vulgar slang and its given extreme
Emotions for our prison, jail and brig
Our two master sailing ships
We still dig for our cornet
Of three valves of remedies
And their soothing salves
We grasp and seize it illicitly operated by pistons
My setback is well worth the gift I know
And the other leader of the band said it was my show
For our battlement and notched parapet
I don't really need to know
Because in faith without sight
This child doth but grow
Have done we'll travel
Our cornet of cashews
And ones willing to spread the good news....
be a gentleman
Be A Gentleman
9-15-15
The judge, the prophet
The ancient and the prudent
The scholar, the pupil, the gentleman and the student
All will find the Way if they diligently pursue it
The posts of the door moved at the voice
And the page is turned as so Friday it's your own free choice
Let them call you and be the one to take up James Joyce
The house was once, twice and thrice filled with smoke
Like the coves inside the brim
Like the doves when needed a trim
Then I said, weal is me
O, I am replenished
Because I'm a man of eighty percent
Clean lips today
If God wants me to be that way
One by one they're going out
Far from devout
In what it's all about
Now therefore behold
All is new in that which was old....
On First Corinthians 3:3 (read this passage)
9-15-15
The page is turned
A quarter dollar is burned
But this consumer is far from being learned
Say unto him, take heed
Day unto him according to the need
The night light is comforting
Letting me know if the power is still on
The story of your life across the ceiling
For ye are yet carnal and walk as men
There still is envying and strife among you
These things you never see will be readily available
In the little light that shines in gross darkness
Write it with a man's pen
Concerning Maher-shalal-hash-bas
And leave it just the way it is
As much as the victor today so has
Are you yet carnal and walk as men!
Allow
9-15-15
Allow yourself to drift and fly away
I cannot breathe in such that way any longer
So I just wait it out
Given the benediction of the doubt
In my own way christened with sprinklings devout
I fed you with milk and not with meat
For you were unable to grasp it
Neither now are ye able
Time for a refill
Six dollars remain
Another hard to swallow pill
Wherein to die is gain
As the hills will be digged with the mattock
Arrows and bows
Men come thither speaking to you
As babes and as well men of wisdom
For furnace and forge and hearth
By which metals are heated
The smithy makes another shekel
Allow....
9-15-15
The judge, the prophet
The ancient and the prudent
The scholar, the pupil, the gentleman and the student
All will find the Way if they diligently pursue it
The posts of the door moved at the voice
And the page is turned as so Friday it's your own free choice
Let them call you and be the one to take up James Joyce
The house was once, twice and thrice filled with smoke
Like the coves inside the brim
Like the doves when needed a trim
Then I said, weal is me
O, I am replenished
Because I'm a man of eighty percent
Clean lips today
If God wants me to be that way
One by one they're going out
Far from devout
In what it's all about
Now therefore behold
All is new in that which was old....
On First Corinthians 3:3 (read this passage)
9-15-15
The page is turned
A quarter dollar is burned
But this consumer is far from being learned
Say unto him, take heed
Day unto him according to the need
The night light is comforting
Letting me know if the power is still on
The story of your life across the ceiling
For ye are yet carnal and walk as men
There still is envying and strife among you
These things you never see will be readily available
In the little light that shines in gross darkness
Write it with a man's pen
Concerning Maher-shalal-hash-bas
And leave it just the way it is
As much as the victor today so has
Are you yet carnal and walk as men!
Allow
9-15-15
Allow yourself to drift and fly away
I cannot breathe in such that way any longer
So I just wait it out
Given the benediction of the doubt
In my own way christened with sprinklings devout
I fed you with milk and not with meat
For you were unable to grasp it
Neither now are ye able
Time for a refill
Six dollars remain
Another hard to swallow pill
Wherein to die is gain
As the hills will be digged with the mattock
Arrows and bows
Men come thither speaking to you
As babes and as well men of wisdom
For furnace and forge and hearth
By which metals are heated
The smithy makes another shekel
Allow....
Maelstrom
Maelstrom
9-15-15
No man is a sea
In distant display of emotion
Today I am full of it
Ready to visit the mainland
Hoping to move on from the depths of this ocean
Booming and resonant to progress rapidly to flourish
To take away the whole stay of bread
We're going to take you where you want to go
That's showtime and no such more maelstrom
Come on down to see the action
Until you quell and quench it with satisfaction
But, my man, stay hungry
For the mighty man of war and peace
Thou has clothing
O, be thou our ruler...
Win-win Revisited
9-15-15
unlock the door and wipe my feet clean
God wants us to want of him more
And so today I make the scene
Computer back up and running
I'm back in business
But I don't know even what I mean
The word came to Jeremiah concerning the dearth
I squeeze the sponge and its water drips to the earth
The gates thereof languish and I'm ready for rebirth
Not to die to return to the womb
Not to meet my Maker beyond the tomb
But to make more room for the light
That doth accompany the gloom
And the cry of Jerusalem has gone up
And our nobles have sent their little ones
Around the axis we all spin
And it's a win-win....
Electuary
9-15-15
What are you holding out for
A jubilee as something more to know
So one might be set free
For my sun-wake
And my strawberry shake
Sunward and toward poetry is my cord
For this electuary
Such a drug mixed with water and sugar
By which in our minds we make God much bigger
More than this there is something else
There where I stand feeling so connected
Right next to you and her gates shall lament and mourn
Today I have the gift no more forlorn
Honey into pastry mass suitable
For oral administration
Yeah, I have this gift in an earthly vessel....
The Plowmen Were Confounded
9-15-15
Because the land is chapped
Those who boo so have clapped
The plowmen were confounded more than this
I didn't see the flag on nine-eleven
The plowmen cover their heads
When they enter the old school seven eleven
I'm still in the stone age
Yet the old ways will lead me to my heaven
And in that fuzzy picture
So is a replacement of another broken light fixture
And all their nobles have left their little ones
In hopes for many new moons and bright suns
He himself is judged of no man
May us lay down our guns
Send out the signals deep and loud....
9-15-15
No man is a sea
In distant display of emotion
Today I am full of it
Ready to visit the mainland
Hoping to move on from the depths of this ocean
Booming and resonant to progress rapidly to flourish
To take away the whole stay of bread
We're going to take you where you want to go
That's showtime and no such more maelstrom
Come on down to see the action
Until you quell and quench it with satisfaction
But, my man, stay hungry
For the mighty man of war and peace
Thou has clothing
O, be thou our ruler...
Win-win Revisited
9-15-15
unlock the door and wipe my feet clean
God wants us to want of him more
And so today I make the scene
Computer back up and running
I'm back in business
But I don't know even what I mean
The word came to Jeremiah concerning the dearth
I squeeze the sponge and its water drips to the earth
The gates thereof languish and I'm ready for rebirth
Not to die to return to the womb
Not to meet my Maker beyond the tomb
But to make more room for the light
That doth accompany the gloom
And the cry of Jerusalem has gone up
And our nobles have sent their little ones
Around the axis we all spin
And it's a win-win....
Electuary
9-15-15
What are you holding out for
A jubilee as something more to know
So one might be set free
For my sun-wake
And my strawberry shake
Sunward and toward poetry is my cord
For this electuary
Such a drug mixed with water and sugar
By which in our minds we make God much bigger
More than this there is something else
There where I stand feeling so connected
Right next to you and her gates shall lament and mourn
Today I have the gift no more forlorn
Honey into pastry mass suitable
For oral administration
Yeah, I have this gift in an earthly vessel....
The Plowmen Were Confounded
9-15-15
Because the land is chapped
Those who boo so have clapped
The plowmen were confounded more than this
I didn't see the flag on nine-eleven
The plowmen cover their heads
When they enter the old school seven eleven
I'm still in the stone age
Yet the old ways will lead me to my heaven
And in that fuzzy picture
So is a replacement of another broken light fixture
And all their nobles have left their little ones
In hopes for many new moons and bright suns
He himself is judged of no man
May us lay down our guns
Send out the signals deep and loud....
for Myrtle
For Myrtle
9-15-15
Accustomed to do evil
Yet to think outside the box and do good
Yet to dwell in peace with the fox
And today join the brotherhood
To hurtle and hurl
For a turtle named Myrtle
And a grey hair squirrel
Don't be shamed of your age
Said a brother to me yesterday
While he was yet in his cage
Cleaning off the grunge from his hub caps
To move with a great speed and a rushing noise
He tells me I need to spend more time with the boys
O, brother, spheres
This flesh and bone and spiritual careers
To thresh but not alone
Therefore I will scatter them as stubble
O Jerusalem, wilt thou be made clean
Accustomed...
Thursday, A No Go
9-15-15
I grieve
Life carries on and on
Thursday sick leave due to a lack of coffee money
I'll be up two hours before the dawn
And I shall give children to be their princes
According to this stagecoach that convinces
For thine abomination upon the hills
It's not good or bad
It is just as it is
It's the empty cage for froth, foam and fizz
Woe and weal unto you Jerusalem
On when small in once, twice and thrice be
They say life carries on and today the strawberry is divine
Almost as an idol well worth waiting in line
By the rod of the rust
And the love in the lust
A vehement desire to know them better...
Phial
9-15-15
In the year that king Uzziah died
The bible scholar said he didn't know but he lied
I see the notes of recognition
I hear the colors while in this condition
High and lifted up
And his train filled the temple
Well being is our birthright
Will we sell it for a fresh cup of Joe
So far no show
And one cried to another
Saying, we are to love one another
Eighteen packs to my name
This should last me about three weeks
O, what a show
It's sweet even if it reeks
For our philosophy
The literary studies of classical scholarship
And historical linguistics
My phial and shallow vessel
It's my call....
9-15-15
Accustomed to do evil
Yet to think outside the box and do good
Yet to dwell in peace with the fox
And today join the brotherhood
To hurtle and hurl
For a turtle named Myrtle
And a grey hair squirrel
Don't be shamed of your age
Said a brother to me yesterday
While he was yet in his cage
Cleaning off the grunge from his hub caps
To move with a great speed and a rushing noise
He tells me I need to spend more time with the boys
O, brother, spheres
This flesh and bone and spiritual careers
To thresh but not alone
Therefore I will scatter them as stubble
O Jerusalem, wilt thou be made clean
Accustomed...
Thursday, A No Go
9-15-15
I grieve
Life carries on and on
Thursday sick leave due to a lack of coffee money
I'll be up two hours before the dawn
And I shall give children to be their princes
According to this stagecoach that convinces
For thine abomination upon the hills
It's not good or bad
It is just as it is
It's the empty cage for froth, foam and fizz
Woe and weal unto you Jerusalem
On when small in once, twice and thrice be
They say life carries on and today the strawberry is divine
Almost as an idol well worth waiting in line
By the rod of the rust
And the love in the lust
A vehement desire to know them better...
Phial
9-15-15
In the year that king Uzziah died
The bible scholar said he didn't know but he lied
I see the notes of recognition
I hear the colors while in this condition
High and lifted up
And his train filled the temple
Well being is our birthright
Will we sell it for a fresh cup of Joe
So far no show
And one cried to another
Saying, we are to love one another
Eighteen packs to my name
This should last me about three weeks
O, what a show
It's sweet even if it reeks
For our philosophy
The literary studies of classical scholarship
And historical linguistics
My phial and shallow vessel
It's my call....
Salmacis
Salmacis
9-15-15
Isaiah must have been on acid
Concerning my dreams of Lake Placid
I start a new green book
Because I misplaced the other
A trussle and a struggle
And with her tonight I snuggle
For election today I stand on solid ground
My art of public worship
All for Jesus and not for pride
And in four hours I get my ride
But as for now I'll just order up a strawberry
Today I am a tablet junkie
And I must say certainly and very
Seven women take hold of one man
Saying we will deplete the supply of your bread
For Hermaphroditus in Greek myth
And something more to mess with....
I Discover Thy Skirts
9-15-15
Seminar on religious freedom at the other table
Separation of church and state
But God is still able
Therefore I will discover thy skirts upon thy face
You love the aroma and such is our grace
I crank my ipod up so I don't have to think
As some days I must say that I am worse than Pink
Therefore I discover your scarves around your neck
That thine shame might disappear
In that day His Branch will be beautiful
Like a stoner rock crescendo
As the fruit of the earth will be excellent and comely
For them that are escaped....
Browallia
9-15-15
I'm not quitting on you
I'm the craziest man in the city of York
I'm not thinking with a pen of blue
On a day I have not need of a fork
The color in your shirt is darkness
Against the paleness of your skin
I taste of my Browallia on blue-violet flowers with united petals
Today a tablet and a pen junkie
For my Mephistopheles that is still in me
Can an Ethiopian change a skin
Or a leopard his spots
Or a tiger her stripes
Reeling in another good one
For all illustrations, shadows and types....
9-15-15
Isaiah must have been on acid
Concerning my dreams of Lake Placid
I start a new green book
Because I misplaced the other
A trussle and a struggle
And with her tonight I snuggle
For election today I stand on solid ground
My art of public worship
All for Jesus and not for pride
And in four hours I get my ride
But as for now I'll just order up a strawberry
Today I am a tablet junkie
And I must say certainly and very
Seven women take hold of one man
Saying we will deplete the supply of your bread
For Hermaphroditus in Greek myth
And something more to mess with....
I Discover Thy Skirts
9-15-15
Seminar on religious freedom at the other table
Separation of church and state
But God is still able
Therefore I will discover thy skirts upon thy face
You love the aroma and such is our grace
I crank my ipod up so I don't have to think
As some days I must say that I am worse than Pink
Therefore I discover your scarves around your neck
That thine shame might disappear
In that day His Branch will be beautiful
Like a stoner rock crescendo
As the fruit of the earth will be excellent and comely
For them that are escaped....
Browallia
9-15-15
I'm not quitting on you
I'm the craziest man in the city of York
I'm not thinking with a pen of blue
On a day I have not need of a fork
The color in your shirt is darkness
Against the paleness of your skin
I taste of my Browallia on blue-violet flowers with united petals
Today a tablet and a pen junkie
For my Mephistopheles that is still in me
Can an Ethiopian change a skin
Or a leopard his spots
Or a tiger her stripes
Reeling in another good one
For all illustrations, shadows and types....
mistaken
Mistaken
9-9-15
Making crosses in the ballpark
Whom have we defrauded
O, whom have I oppressed
So I will restore it to you
A Christian ought not be distressed
Thou not defrauded us nor taken aught from any man's hand
It is the Lord that advanced us
And brought us across the Red Sea
To hear and but see
The you that is in me
Selling them into the land of Sisera
As the captain of the host of Hazor
Breaking out my new toothbrush
And straight edged razor
O, whose ox have I taken
O, have I been much mistaken....
Thickset
9-9-15
I, old and grayheaded
In a parallel lucid dream of another version of myself
Take these things hence
Make not his house a house of merchandise
Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up
Burning out at the Ukraine
For armies of engineers
Squatty and dumpy and low to the ground
Disproportiate, thickset and short and stout
A fool to contemplate set in close arrangement and dense
I felt the cave in my shoulder blade was like another promise
Made to but break for midnight snacks readymade....
Trip to the Market
9-9-15
The music suffers
Like one at work on a new dream
She says it's my call and I have every right
While thick-skinned for the cause of Apostle Paul
And to read those epistles again
O, how can a man be born when he is old, callous and obtuse
Getting in on their juice
It makes much more sense to live in the present tense
A family of musicians take shelter for the night
I keep reminding myself that my gift is well worth the suffering
For God is Spirit that doth but overcome...
Honest Engine Coast
9-9-15
Sorrow is everywhere you turn
But at least such is something more we can learn
Quoting what is written in red to declare that Jesus is not dead
Behold I am with thee
I that speak unto thee am He
Hoping to take my latest stand
And make a choice not to step out for a cigarette
This is the only life many would much rather believe
That is worth some money
As the woman that left her
Wandering all along the honest engine coast
This time I would rather not go back on my word
Through which God's Word so flows.....
9-9-15
Making crosses in the ballpark
Whom have we defrauded
O, whom have I oppressed
So I will restore it to you
A Christian ought not be distressed
Thou not defrauded us nor taken aught from any man's hand
It is the Lord that advanced us
And brought us across the Red Sea
To hear and but see
The you that is in me
Selling them into the land of Sisera
As the captain of the host of Hazor
Breaking out my new toothbrush
And straight edged razor
O, whose ox have I taken
O, have I been much mistaken....
Thickset
9-9-15
I, old and grayheaded
In a parallel lucid dream of another version of myself
Take these things hence
Make not his house a house of merchandise
Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up
Burning out at the Ukraine
For armies of engineers
Squatty and dumpy and low to the ground
Disproportiate, thickset and short and stout
A fool to contemplate set in close arrangement and dense
I felt the cave in my shoulder blade was like another promise
Made to but break for midnight snacks readymade....
Trip to the Market
9-9-15
The music suffers
Like one at work on a new dream
She says it's my call and I have every right
While thick-skinned for the cause of Apostle Paul
And to read those epistles again
O, how can a man be born when he is old, callous and obtuse
Getting in on their juice
It makes much more sense to live in the present tense
A family of musicians take shelter for the night
I keep reminding myself that my gift is well worth the suffering
For God is Spirit that doth but overcome...
Honest Engine Coast
9-9-15
Sorrow is everywhere you turn
But at least such is something more we can learn
Quoting what is written in red to declare that Jesus is not dead
Behold I am with thee
I that speak unto thee am He
Hoping to take my latest stand
And make a choice not to step out for a cigarette
This is the only life many would much rather believe
That is worth some money
As the woman that left her
Wandering all along the honest engine coast
This time I would rather not go back on my word
Through which God's Word so flows.....
I can relate
I Can Relate
9-9-15
Having his Arminian doctrine
Even the deepest of scholars are perplexed
This spirit of drowning of this designated Anglican
We want to know just what comes next
As a modified episcopal polity I am overcome
Not exactly a member of the Protestant denomination
But I know where they're coming from
To the right of your body
And to the left of your mind
For muskrats and crecetids, lemmings and voles
All for the cause of souls
We set our saving goals and go there just to see it
I can relate...
Lemming
9-9-15
Here I come again
I caught a glimpse of another new pen
Switching over to my blue
Pitching in for the me that is in you
As God sent Jerubbabaal, Jephtah and Dedan
The whole world thinks that I am the same
Taking you higher
I want to be your hero
Is not wheat harvest today
To send thunder and rain
To vend plunder until I go insane
I kill another hazelnut
We deliver you when you cry
Another pumpkin pie slither but not to ask why
Noted for periodic mass migrations
I want to be your hero....
Me And My Pen
9-9-15
Thinking about opting out of tomorrow
To say I'm broke
To save some money for the offering plate
God would be well pleased
As no man ascends up to heaven
And no man comes down
This is my plan
She says it's my call for the cause of souls
Is not wheat harvest today
That ye perceive that wickedness is great
A lie is a lie is a lie
As we still interject O, why!
These songs are ours
These days are true
Marvel not that I say unto thee
Ye must be born again
This is not a popularity contest
It's just me and my pen....
9-9-15
Having his Arminian doctrine
Even the deepest of scholars are perplexed
This spirit of drowning of this designated Anglican
We want to know just what comes next
As a modified episcopal polity I am overcome
Not exactly a member of the Protestant denomination
But I know where they're coming from
To the right of your body
And to the left of your mind
For muskrats and crecetids, lemmings and voles
All for the cause of souls
We set our saving goals and go there just to see it
I can relate...
Lemming
9-9-15
Here I come again
I caught a glimpse of another new pen
Switching over to my blue
Pitching in for the me that is in you
As God sent Jerubbabaal, Jephtah and Dedan
The whole world thinks that I am the same
Taking you higher
I want to be your hero
Is not wheat harvest today
To send thunder and rain
To vend plunder until I go insane
I kill another hazelnut
We deliver you when you cry
Another pumpkin pie slither but not to ask why
Noted for periodic mass migrations
I want to be your hero....
Me And My Pen
9-9-15
Thinking about opting out of tomorrow
To say I'm broke
To save some money for the offering plate
God would be well pleased
As no man ascends up to heaven
And no man comes down
This is my plan
She says it's my call for the cause of souls
Is not wheat harvest today
That ye perceive that wickedness is great
A lie is a lie is a lie
As we still interject O, why!
These songs are ours
These days are true
Marvel not that I say unto thee
Ye must be born again
This is not a popularity contest
It's just me and my pen....
putty
Putty
9-9-15
Mystery is always near
As to us this history is dear northward against Michmash
Everywhere we go southward against Gibeah
And so much more for the scholar to know
For the forefront of one and putty composed of whiting of linseed oil
And coffee well ground for the securing of windowpanes
For the fertilization of soil for patch woodwork defects
Easily molded and influenced
But at least I like what I see when I look in the mirror
Where mystery is always near....
Hake
9-9-15
Drying oil obtained by pressing flaxseed
I prayed for love
Yeah, I even begged
In a Shaman's dream
I fear not the fear that might be
If I allow the enemy to get under my skin
For seeds of flax still I'm willing to pay that sin tax
For the kingfish and our lakes swallowed by sea snakes
The most venomous of the species
Nobody knows
This will be my form of prayer
Of pure-white chalk and idle talk
I end up being as the intercessor
If I cannot go in the flesh
Nobody knows...
On John 3:8
9-9-15
The wind blows where it list
As the scholar finally gets the gist
And thou heard the sound thereof and cannot tell whence it cometh
And a hungry man makes his food shopping list
Art thou a master!
You ought to know of such disaster
We speak as we do know
And testify that we have seen
And by the changing of the season
We are yet to go when the light turns green
For physician, doctor and hakeem
One has himself a new dream....
Eli Marked Her Mouth
9-9-15
Holy water in my lungs
She spoke in her heart and only her lips moved
O, put away the wine from thee
Turn the air conditioner off
O, God grant you thine petition
She went her way and did eat
Of countenance no more sad
Deciding that life is not really that bad
Coming to their house at Ramah
Never minding all of such melodrama
As Elkannah knew and the Lord remembered Hannah
Having a son named Samuel
Because I asked him of the Lord
But I'm darkened in this open space
For his love and grace
Fasting even while blessed today
I'm in a better place...
9-9-15
Mystery is always near
As to us this history is dear northward against Michmash
Everywhere we go southward against Gibeah
And so much more for the scholar to know
For the forefront of one and putty composed of whiting of linseed oil
And coffee well ground for the securing of windowpanes
For the fertilization of soil for patch woodwork defects
Easily molded and influenced
But at least I like what I see when I look in the mirror
Where mystery is always near....
Hake
9-9-15
Drying oil obtained by pressing flaxseed
I prayed for love
Yeah, I even begged
In a Shaman's dream
I fear not the fear that might be
If I allow the enemy to get under my skin
For seeds of flax still I'm willing to pay that sin tax
For the kingfish and our lakes swallowed by sea snakes
The most venomous of the species
Nobody knows
This will be my form of prayer
Of pure-white chalk and idle talk
I end up being as the intercessor
If I cannot go in the flesh
Nobody knows...
On John 3:8
9-9-15
The wind blows where it list
As the scholar finally gets the gist
And thou heard the sound thereof and cannot tell whence it cometh
And a hungry man makes his food shopping list
Art thou a master!
You ought to know of such disaster
We speak as we do know
And testify that we have seen
And by the changing of the season
We are yet to go when the light turns green
For physician, doctor and hakeem
One has himself a new dream....
Eli Marked Her Mouth
9-9-15
Holy water in my lungs
She spoke in her heart and only her lips moved
O, put away the wine from thee
Turn the air conditioner off
O, God grant you thine petition
She went her way and did eat
Of countenance no more sad
Deciding that life is not really that bad
Coming to their house at Ramah
Never minding all of such melodrama
As Elkannah knew and the Lord remembered Hannah
Having a son named Samuel
Because I asked him of the Lord
But I'm darkened in this open space
For his love and grace
Fasting even while blessed today
I'm in a better place...
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
a'tunneling
A'tunneling
9-9-15
Potential power is higher than its total
In which an atomic particle yet lingers
In the spaces between here and there
And if you break my will by symptomatic of the retinitis
And its pigmentola to destroy everything by the flood
See these words again on a later date
Choose her wisely and steer clear of prejudice and hate
Ones tunnel vision could be but the inspiration to create
Take me way back and remind me of what I once was
For God so loved the world
As Moses lifts up the serpent....
Flighty
9-9-15
Symptomatic of retinitis
Pigmentola I must reiterate
That my gift is well worth the suffering
And if it should come to pass today or tomorrow it will do
Our faithful love is like blood
Flighty, capricious mercurial and volatile
Having the file to sharpen my goads
As well for Jonathan the son of Saul
God didn't choose him because he was tall
I spill it freely, flighty, frivolous and irresponsible
On my part, O thou art
Come let us go over to their garrison
And make it work....
Heliolatry
9-9-15
To sharpen the spade and the coulter
To enhance my mattock and axe
Now I'm one with the fools of love misunderstood
Given plenty of time to rely upon beds of barley and flax
To call me a fool and with me that would be cool
Tarrying under the pomegranate tree in Mignon
Those with him six hundred souls of valor
So call me a fool
By ones bias and narrow minded golden rule
Much like the worthlessness of brass
Where Daniel became old and love is bought and sold
Two sharp rocks, Bozes and Seneh
By why but to learn how to fly
The mouth of God is wide....
9-9-15
Potential power is higher than its total
In which an atomic particle yet lingers
In the spaces between here and there
And if you break my will by symptomatic of the retinitis
And its pigmentola to destroy everything by the flood
See these words again on a later date
Choose her wisely and steer clear of prejudice and hate
Ones tunnel vision could be but the inspiration to create
Take me way back and remind me of what I once was
For God so loved the world
As Moses lifts up the serpent....
Flighty
9-9-15
Symptomatic of retinitis
Pigmentola I must reiterate
That my gift is well worth the suffering
And if it should come to pass today or tomorrow it will do
Our faithful love is like blood
Flighty, capricious mercurial and volatile
Having the file to sharpen my goads
As well for Jonathan the son of Saul
God didn't choose him because he was tall
I spill it freely, flighty, frivolous and irresponsible
On my part, O thou art
Come let us go over to their garrison
And make it work....
Heliolatry
9-9-15
To sharpen the spade and the coulter
To enhance my mattock and axe
Now I'm one with the fools of love misunderstood
Given plenty of time to rely upon beds of barley and flax
To call me a fool and with me that would be cool
Tarrying under the pomegranate tree in Mignon
Those with him six hundred souls of valor
So call me a fool
By ones bias and narrow minded golden rule
Much like the worthlessness of brass
Where Daniel became old and love is bought and sold
Two sharp rocks, Bozes and Seneh
By why but to learn how to fly
The mouth of God is wide....
acetate
Acetate
9-9-15
Being grateful that the rhythm is always hiding from you
A wood used in grilling
And time to be killing
By velvet fabric on rayon
Acetate, nylon and silk
Not too soon, not too late
A broken crater sinking to the bottom of a flagon
Of milk, you'd think that she ought to float
And of such a phenonema you jot a note
By a thick soft file
Formed by cords of warp thread
On days when you feel to be both alive and dead
For winnings and clear gain of sinnings
That bring one pleasure and pain...
Muffle
9-9-15
For God so loved the world
That He gave his own begotten son
That would be the burden to yet weigh a ton
Remembering a bee that crawls into the barrel of a pellet gun
By the thick-bare part of the upper lip of ruminants
Ones muffle you know that I took that pie
To conduct a scuffle
To wrap it with something
To deaden and prevent the sound to suppress and stifle
While ironclad bound
For clean gain and profit
And a voice that whispers
Just come off it
Tell me what did I do
That sent you away from me....
Shawl
9-9-15
I come down from the mountain a happy man
To drink of this forever fluent fountain
So I can do the best I can
To wrap and envelop in a shawl
Or a coat to slowly develop
As a ewe lamb or a she goat
Strike that rock again
And God doth but chide
O, wrap me in the shawl
It will do one good in the long haul
To blow through the deep of my shawm
To maintain composure and to stay calm
For our tunneling and quantum mechanical process
Not to be seen ones alm
Forbidden in classical mechanics
I dream of reading your palm...
9-9-15
Being grateful that the rhythm is always hiding from you
A wood used in grilling
And time to be killing
By velvet fabric on rayon
Acetate, nylon and silk
Not too soon, not too late
A broken crater sinking to the bottom of a flagon
Of milk, you'd think that she ought to float
And of such a phenonema you jot a note
By a thick soft file
Formed by cords of warp thread
On days when you feel to be both alive and dead
For winnings and clear gain of sinnings
That bring one pleasure and pain...
Muffle
9-9-15
For God so loved the world
That He gave his own begotten son
That would be the burden to yet weigh a ton
Remembering a bee that crawls into the barrel of a pellet gun
By the thick-bare part of the upper lip of ruminants
Ones muffle you know that I took that pie
To conduct a scuffle
To wrap it with something
To deaden and prevent the sound to suppress and stifle
While ironclad bound
For clean gain and profit
And a voice that whispers
Just come off it
Tell me what did I do
That sent you away from me....
Shawl
9-9-15
I come down from the mountain a happy man
To drink of this forever fluent fountain
So I can do the best I can
To wrap and envelop in a shawl
Or a coat to slowly develop
As a ewe lamb or a she goat
Strike that rock again
And God doth but chide
O, wrap me in the shawl
It will do one good in the long haul
To blow through the deep of my shawm
To maintain composure and to stay calm
For our tunneling and quantum mechanical process
Not to be seen ones alm
Forbidden in classical mechanics
I dream of reading your palm...
Browallia
Browallia
9-9-15
We've got to find a way to let it go
At another busy intersection
The green light is all I want to know
Loving my Browallia of her united petals to hurtle
With a great speed my turtle
That has her sole need after eons of war
And lifetimes of smiling for our Mephistopheles
At ones command
And brother, spheres of a discussion
I want a way in
Where I kill another raspberry
Twenty ounce cup
O, can the Ethiopian change his skin
O, can a loser later win
For the greatness of iniquity
Are thy skirts discovered....
Rise From The Rack
9-9-15
O, bring us back to a world we would not face
O, rise from the rack at six by God's grace
Not too late and not too soon
To but recreate that waning fingernail moon
And if thou say in thine heart
Wherefore come these things
Let it be a whipporwhil that warbles
And the crow that sings
For the greatness of thine iniquity
It's stop and go, pause and play
Finding my new weight of a burden
That doth outweigh all that I can know today....
Bipinnate
9-9-15
of my mesquite and legume
Something good to eat
And another pony to groom
Another Spanish fleet with plenty of room
Taking a mark from someone
O, check it out for yourself
If you don't know where I am coming from
Of bipinnate leaves and beanlike pods
Helping me to stay in the present moment
With my many gods
Of greasewood and goosefoot
By the greatest good of loose soot
Often forming dense thickets
To the theatre we purchase our tickets
Twice pinnate on each side of the common axis...
9-9-15
We've got to find a way to let it go
At another busy intersection
The green light is all I want to know
Loving my Browallia of her united petals to hurtle
With a great speed my turtle
That has her sole need after eons of war
And lifetimes of smiling for our Mephistopheles
At ones command
And brother, spheres of a discussion
I want a way in
Where I kill another raspberry
Twenty ounce cup
O, can the Ethiopian change his skin
O, can a loser later win
For the greatness of iniquity
Are thy skirts discovered....
Rise From The Rack
9-9-15
O, bring us back to a world we would not face
O, rise from the rack at six by God's grace
Not too late and not too soon
To but recreate that waning fingernail moon
And if thou say in thine heart
Wherefore come these things
Let it be a whipporwhil that warbles
And the crow that sings
For the greatness of thine iniquity
It's stop and go, pause and play
Finding my new weight of a burden
That doth outweigh all that I can know today....
Bipinnate
9-9-15
of my mesquite and legume
Something good to eat
And another pony to groom
Another Spanish fleet with plenty of room
Taking a mark from someone
O, check it out for yourself
If you don't know where I am coming from
Of bipinnate leaves and beanlike pods
Helping me to stay in the present moment
With my many gods
Of greasewood and goosefoot
By the greatest good of loose soot
Often forming dense thickets
To the theatre we purchase our tickets
Twice pinnate on each side of the common axis...
declination
Declination
9-22-13
Told to go while bidden
So I might be shown just what is hidden
Yet it is my nature to decline to be as the intercessor
Praying while not present in the flesh
Where the hot dogs and macaroni salad
In my thoughts is still quite fresh
Told to go while bidden
Yet failing to make the scene
In my being of blue, yellow and green
Asking God's blessing on dogs upon leashes
For the cause of what is in my heart to perform....
Doing It
9-22-13
Doing will serve as the final result in being
To spur one on with ecstatic tastes of joy and bliss
Making love to my devotions
Of deep breathing and spiritual alchemy
In all of this fasting until sundown
To celebrate my autumnal equinox soon approaching
Where the sun will shine directly over the equator
As a sight I need not miss
Where doing doth serve as the last result...
Saved Again
9-22-13
I've been to the top
And I know that it is wonderful
With far to fall as I ascend to higher places
Beautiful where an angel caught my step
Where I almost stumbled over a bed quilt
Due to the price already paid by the blood upon the tree of blessing
Known in our curse already covered by another significant verse
Yeah, I've been to the top and I seek to reach it once again in believing
To receive such a petition that tonight I request...
9-22-13
Told to go while bidden
So I might be shown just what is hidden
Yet it is my nature to decline to be as the intercessor
Praying while not present in the flesh
Where the hot dogs and macaroni salad
In my thoughts is still quite fresh
Told to go while bidden
Yet failing to make the scene
In my being of blue, yellow and green
Asking God's blessing on dogs upon leashes
For the cause of what is in my heart to perform....
Doing It
9-22-13
Doing will serve as the final result in being
To spur one on with ecstatic tastes of joy and bliss
Making love to my devotions
Of deep breathing and spiritual alchemy
In all of this fasting until sundown
To celebrate my autumnal equinox soon approaching
Where the sun will shine directly over the equator
As a sight I need not miss
Where doing doth serve as the last result...
Saved Again
9-22-13
I've been to the top
And I know that it is wonderful
With far to fall as I ascend to higher places
Beautiful where an angel caught my step
Where I almost stumbled over a bed quilt
Due to the price already paid by the blood upon the tree of blessing
Known in our curse already covered by another significant verse
Yeah, I've been to the top and I seek to reach it once again in believing
To receive such a petition that tonight I request...
portion
Portion
9-22-13
O Lord Jesus
I pray to overcome all resentment
Concerning my hallway and sounds of suspicion
Savoring my smoke and herbal tea
Serving as today's lot and mission
Where those that ate vegetables looked better
Than those partaking in the king's meat and wine
Walking by faith and requiring not a sign
Where my food today is the book of Daniel
Taking not solid comestibles till sundown
To bring in my autumnal equinox with thankfulness
Serving as my fast praying to overcome such bitterness
That comes with what I overhear
With love to wield as a weapon
Against all hate and fear...
Prophesy
9-22-13
Accepting my current propositions
In conversation taken on by faith
Where I'm given the words to speak by the Spirit that quickens
Touching my tongue so that I might speak freely
About the matter at hand in today's study and devotion
Where faith is more than just an ascent of emotion
Where my river so runs to the depths of the ocean
In remembrance of the aroma of suntan lotion
In delicacies of ones favor
Accepting these current propositions
To pass another moment in communion
Held in hearts of council...
Friable
9-22-13
Friable and brittle is our earthenware
Sullied by our spittle upon sticks we are yet to whittle
Readily crumbled by our tool of choice in which tonight my heart doth rejoice
Eating not till sundown in attempts to put on a few pounds
To back up the words of my voice
To make such no more vain in God's purpose
In the fall of rain
Given composure even in times quite insane
Pushing until I understand it...
9-22-13
O Lord Jesus
I pray to overcome all resentment
Concerning my hallway and sounds of suspicion
Savoring my smoke and herbal tea
Serving as today's lot and mission
Where those that ate vegetables looked better
Than those partaking in the king's meat and wine
Walking by faith and requiring not a sign
Where my food today is the book of Daniel
Taking not solid comestibles till sundown
To bring in my autumnal equinox with thankfulness
Serving as my fast praying to overcome such bitterness
That comes with what I overhear
With love to wield as a weapon
Against all hate and fear...
Prophesy
9-22-13
Accepting my current propositions
In conversation taken on by faith
Where I'm given the words to speak by the Spirit that quickens
Touching my tongue so that I might speak freely
About the matter at hand in today's study and devotion
Where faith is more than just an ascent of emotion
Where my river so runs to the depths of the ocean
In remembrance of the aroma of suntan lotion
In delicacies of ones favor
Accepting these current propositions
To pass another moment in communion
Held in hearts of council...
Friable
9-22-13
Friable and brittle is our earthenware
Sullied by our spittle upon sticks we are yet to whittle
Readily crumbled by our tool of choice in which tonight my heart doth rejoice
Eating not till sundown in attempts to put on a few pounds
To back up the words of my voice
To make such no more vain in God's purpose
In the fall of rain
Given composure even in times quite insane
Pushing until I understand it...
Sunday, November 15, 2015
service
Service
12-16-12
The reading and the account of Jacob's ladder
Under my fig tree is examined in newfangled ways about us
Where we can say plainly to see greater things than these
In that I press on in the work
That is never in this lifetime finished
In the discovery of an idle stone
Wanting to be put into the service of someone that we inspire
By the things we see where our secrets in us are meant to be shared
For the testimony in all that we have potential for....
On Psalm 12:1
12-16-12
The faithful fail from among the children of men
To yet succeed by a way of a willing pen
Yet willful in that we seek still to express that which seems to be set at nought
Becoming something in the old neighborhood of nostalgia delighting
In the pursuit where we can say to ourselves
That such is worthwhile to yet seek
Becoming as the head of the corner
Where it all begins with ones desire to learn of this....
Purpose In Limitation
12-16-12
In my Mesozoic, Triassic and Cretaceous
I find my way towards what is suitable
To serve as quite gracious
Where somehow I ask of God
To be cured of what seems to ail me
In times of this limitation
That serves as the purpose of my history
That seems to be as my future in upcoming collaborations
Of prehistoric present tense
Of stories I am yet to tell
When I go west again
To learn more of my recovery....
12-16-12
The reading and the account of Jacob's ladder
Under my fig tree is examined in newfangled ways about us
Where we can say plainly to see greater things than these
In that I press on in the work
That is never in this lifetime finished
In the discovery of an idle stone
Wanting to be put into the service of someone that we inspire
By the things we see where our secrets in us are meant to be shared
For the testimony in all that we have potential for....
On Psalm 12:1
12-16-12
The faithful fail from among the children of men
To yet succeed by a way of a willing pen
Yet willful in that we seek still to express that which seems to be set at nought
Becoming something in the old neighborhood of nostalgia delighting
In the pursuit where we can say to ourselves
That such is worthwhile to yet seek
Becoming as the head of the corner
Where it all begins with ones desire to learn of this....
Purpose In Limitation
12-16-12
In my Mesozoic, Triassic and Cretaceous
I find my way towards what is suitable
To serve as quite gracious
Where somehow I ask of God
To be cured of what seems to ail me
In times of this limitation
That serves as the purpose of my history
That seems to be as my future in upcoming collaborations
Of prehistoric present tense
Of stories I am yet to tell
When I go west again
To learn more of my recovery....
brevet
Brevet
8-1-12
Brevets and promotions
Are given to those that step down and choose to humble themselves
Being yet exalted in a conscious choice
To say to himself to want to be a servant unto all
To become the greatest in the kingdom that will always stand
Promised this blessing when one applies his heart
To come to understand....
Lemibreve
8-1-12
Lemibreves appear as beautiful
To the ear that is inclined
In that one can hear the music of the firmament
Even when such skies are overcast
Seeing the storm as a blessing in disguise
In that tonight I avail myself to her chocolates
Knowing not what such a box contains
Yet willing to accept the gift of these lemibreves
Wherein I write while a brother bakes his sweet batch
As a muse to inspire and encourage....
The Hope To Build
8-1-12
This morning I would wake with no hope
Only to see that such was something I needed to build
Wanting to show this love in searching for the perfection
So that I might shine this light unto all
Confident to be one to live forever
Where even the harlot and the hellion is redeemed
In that He loved much
In these adulterated affections
Of a flesh that today is needful
Choosing to be as humble
When called to be one to speak out....
8-1-12
Brevets and promotions
Are given to those that step down and choose to humble themselves
Being yet exalted in a conscious choice
To say to himself to want to be a servant unto all
To become the greatest in the kingdom that will always stand
Promised this blessing when one applies his heart
To come to understand....
Lemibreve
8-1-12
Lemibreves appear as beautiful
To the ear that is inclined
In that one can hear the music of the firmament
Even when such skies are overcast
Seeing the storm as a blessing in disguise
In that tonight I avail myself to her chocolates
Knowing not what such a box contains
Yet willing to accept the gift of these lemibreves
Wherein I write while a brother bakes his sweet batch
As a muse to inspire and encourage....
The Hope To Build
8-1-12
This morning I would wake with no hope
Only to see that such was something I needed to build
Wanting to show this love in searching for the perfection
So that I might shine this light unto all
Confident to be one to live forever
Where even the harlot and the hellion is redeemed
In that He loved much
In these adulterated affections
Of a flesh that today is needful
Choosing to be as humble
When called to be one to speak out....
cowboy coffee
Cowboy Coffee
8-1-12
The hue of a terrible crystal is seen as wonderful
In the eyes of one that love one another
To fulfil the whole law in the making of a cauldron of cowboy coffee
To reward my better half for this victory in enduring
I don't know where she is tonight
Yet I trust that all is well with our souls
With the hue of a terrible crystal
That is wonderful in the eyes of those whom indeed are...
Fulsome As Wholesome
8-1-12
Fulsome sweetness becomes as wholesome
When gratitude is the attitude in it all
Where we are enabled to contain it
In that we maintain the light within us that indeed is
When ones eye is single with fulsome sweetness
No longer too much for a palate in its purity
Where all things are pure to he whom believes
In the Love of life today....
Fulvous Hues
8-1-12
Fulvous hues are the leaves that fall
In a future of new hopes
In the changes yet to transpire
Where my words are yet to be refined in my gradual redemption
Of the love I mean to share like the illumination of a will to be the miracle
That we all look for along our way towards perfection of fulvous hues
Of autumn's tawny glory we learn how to accept.....
To Love Much
8-1-12
Today it was easy for me to think highly of this gift
Given of my God to love much
Even in the face of adversity
Happy and joyous to return to my feline companion
Serving as another miracle
Where I sit in my high place
Here that is as the valley
Where there is much water here
And I step out to see where I can serve
With a conscious smile sincere....
8-1-12
The hue of a terrible crystal is seen as wonderful
In the eyes of one that love one another
To fulfil the whole law in the making of a cauldron of cowboy coffee
To reward my better half for this victory in enduring
I don't know where she is tonight
Yet I trust that all is well with our souls
With the hue of a terrible crystal
That is wonderful in the eyes of those whom indeed are...
Fulsome As Wholesome
8-1-12
Fulsome sweetness becomes as wholesome
When gratitude is the attitude in it all
Where we are enabled to contain it
In that we maintain the light within us that indeed is
When ones eye is single with fulsome sweetness
No longer too much for a palate in its purity
Where all things are pure to he whom believes
In the Love of life today....
Fulvous Hues
8-1-12
Fulvous hues are the leaves that fall
In a future of new hopes
In the changes yet to transpire
Where my words are yet to be refined in my gradual redemption
Of the love I mean to share like the illumination of a will to be the miracle
That we all look for along our way towards perfection of fulvous hues
Of autumn's tawny glory we learn how to accept.....
To Love Much
8-1-12
Today it was easy for me to think highly of this gift
Given of my God to love much
Even in the face of adversity
Happy and joyous to return to my feline companion
Serving as another miracle
Where I sit in my high place
Here that is as the valley
Where there is much water here
And I step out to see where I can serve
With a conscious smile sincere....
my letter
My Letter To They
8-1-12
Love is a sacrifice
Where I lay down my life for all
That end up on my path
Known as a narrow way
Where I can feel it in the things I give freely
As Jesus did for you and me
Not ashamed to proclaim
That which I am in the face of friction
Of those whom don't agree
Happy to be spurned and scorned for this name
As a love unconditional no matter what they say.....
Four At One
8-1-12
Hands of men were under their wings
To make up the illustration of entities of glory and grace
Switching over to my left hand to prove that indeed I can
Where the Word of God is more than a study
And more than just emotional ascent
Where these four faces become as one
In their unity and harmony
Of a love that has been tried
Through this life of my single harness
That indeed I thank God for tonight.....
Louis D'or
8-1-12
Louis dores in my jean shorts pocket
Enough to need a tighter belt
In a dream of going on another quest for retro games at shore after dark
In that I joy in reading again the gospel of Mark
That serves as spiritual sustenance above all palatable comestibles
Of viands sweet that are as well provided
When we trust in the Lord tonight
To dream new visions of the victory promised when we walk....
8-1-12
Love is a sacrifice
Where I lay down my life for all
That end up on my path
Known as a narrow way
Where I can feel it in the things I give freely
As Jesus did for you and me
Not ashamed to proclaim
That which I am in the face of friction
Of those whom don't agree
Happy to be spurned and scorned for this name
As a love unconditional no matter what they say.....
Four At One
8-1-12
Hands of men were under their wings
To make up the illustration of entities of glory and grace
Switching over to my left hand to prove that indeed I can
Where the Word of God is more than a study
And more than just emotional ascent
Where these four faces become as one
In their unity and harmony
Of a love that has been tried
Through this life of my single harness
That indeed I thank God for tonight.....
Louis D'or
8-1-12
Louis dores in my jean shorts pocket
Enough to need a tighter belt
In a dream of going on another quest for retro games at shore after dark
In that I joy in reading again the gospel of Mark
That serves as spiritual sustenance above all palatable comestibles
Of viands sweet that are as well provided
When we trust in the Lord tonight
To dream new visions of the victory promised when we walk....
praise
Sacrifice Of Praise
7-31-12
Our sacrifice of praise
Is most esteemed even above anything material
We can ever from our hands give freely
And this is a wonderful thing
To practice through our day
Wherein I bring to the table a wonderful illustration
Of the tree that could be seen from all around the world
In that I capture my next moment
In returning to what is Now
With a sacrifice of praise
That is counted for something in all of this....
On Ezekiel 1:16
7-31-12
Four wheels of the color of beryl had one likeness
So I try to picture this in wonder of just what such a vision can mean
Yet being as a babe unfledged, callow, crass and green
When out of the mouths of babes are spoken great things
Where we need not bear the same old song and dance
By which a dove on a lower branch into the silence so sings
A Joyous Return
8-1-12
Butterflies will be my hope and joy
When I return as if it were the here and now
And God knows I will let her fly away again
And if she comes back
I'll share a little bit of my mayonnaise
From a sandwich of promise
For true love above all that is in the flesh
In that it is time for me to return to the here and now of home
Where God's grace reclines at my right hand....
7-31-12
Our sacrifice of praise
Is most esteemed even above anything material
We can ever from our hands give freely
And this is a wonderful thing
To practice through our day
Wherein I bring to the table a wonderful illustration
Of the tree that could be seen from all around the world
In that I capture my next moment
In returning to what is Now
With a sacrifice of praise
That is counted for something in all of this....
On Ezekiel 1:16
7-31-12
Four wheels of the color of beryl had one likeness
So I try to picture this in wonder of just what such a vision can mean
Yet being as a babe unfledged, callow, crass and green
When out of the mouths of babes are spoken great things
Where we need not bear the same old song and dance
By which a dove on a lower branch into the silence so sings
A Joyous Return
8-1-12
Butterflies will be my hope and joy
When I return as if it were the here and now
And God knows I will let her fly away again
And if she comes back
I'll share a little bit of my mayonnaise
From a sandwich of promise
For true love above all that is in the flesh
In that it is time for me to return to the here and now of home
Where God's grace reclines at my right hand....
Friday, November 13, 2015
lease
Lease
7-31-12
I countersign the lease of life
Wherein I enjoy my stay
In such a tabernacle of vessels of honor
To regard more highly by the way that I walk
Where I can rejoice even in that which is contrary
In the flow of rivers of resilience both here and there
No longer afraid to be one to care
As such an agreement is made among two or more
In a matter in the earth we know
Where flowers alongside weeds will yet grow...
On Hebrews 14:13 (look at this)
7-31-12
I have no continual city
But I will seek one yet to come
In the repetition of the utterance
Of a word as simple as One
To reinforce the tranquility at hand
Knowing that there is always a contingency and a back-up plan
In case I need to take a different way home
On a route in a dream of returning to the excursions
Of a time when I knew not fear of narrow passageways
Nor steepness of inclines sure and nimble as I go....
To Seek Instruction
7-31-12
Judgment rightly falls on those whom seek instruction
Towards a better way to go about the business of recovery
Asking our counsellors what can we do better
Of such a three letter word
Serving as a key to gild the lilies
In fields of richer shades of green
As on this evening I bask in the shelter from elements outside these walls
And hedges of fortification....
7-31-12
I countersign the lease of life
Wherein I enjoy my stay
In such a tabernacle of vessels of honor
To regard more highly by the way that I walk
Where I can rejoice even in that which is contrary
In the flow of rivers of resilience both here and there
No longer afraid to be one to care
As such an agreement is made among two or more
In a matter in the earth we know
Where flowers alongside weeds will yet grow...
On Hebrews 14:13 (look at this)
7-31-12
I have no continual city
But I will seek one yet to come
In the repetition of the utterance
Of a word as simple as One
To reinforce the tranquility at hand
Knowing that there is always a contingency and a back-up plan
In case I need to take a different way home
On a route in a dream of returning to the excursions
Of a time when I knew not fear of narrow passageways
Nor steepness of inclines sure and nimble as I go....
To Seek Instruction
7-31-12
Judgment rightly falls on those whom seek instruction
Towards a better way to go about the business of recovery
Asking our counsellors what can we do better
Of such a three letter word
Serving as a key to gild the lilies
In fields of richer shades of green
As on this evening I bask in the shelter from elements outside these walls
And hedges of fortification....
guide
Guide
7-31-12
Butterflies will be my guide
When I return to home base
Where the Luna moths hold sway
In my memory of my quest
To but capture the things
That were in the power of my hand to obtain
In that I lacked sensitivity for life itself
For which I need forgive myself
And let it go into the hands of a God whom has many names
Glad that I went there today...
Theme
7-31-12
Butterflies will be the theme of my love
Making my stomach turn with its joy in the many available comestibles
I know of this night
To regale as once again
I play my classics digitally remastered
Into the form of a sound of subtility
Somehow seasoned with salt to cast aside
Wherever I might traverse
Going back to Egypt
To tell all whom seem to be
Unaware of what is quite beautiful to me...
Peach
7-31-12
A word such as peach
Can be used in the form of an action
In which we turn against the ones
We love to stand for something we feel strongly about
In a word such as peach to describe a hue of purplish pink
Where that which is uttered might disturb the waters of tranquility
In the seas of those who don't know
When it is as it is
And we think therefore we are....
7-31-12
Butterflies will be my guide
When I return to home base
Where the Luna moths hold sway
In my memory of my quest
To but capture the things
That were in the power of my hand to obtain
In that I lacked sensitivity for life itself
For which I need forgive myself
And let it go into the hands of a God whom has many names
Glad that I went there today...
Theme
7-31-12
Butterflies will be the theme of my love
Making my stomach turn with its joy in the many available comestibles
I know of this night
To regale as once again
I play my classics digitally remastered
Into the form of a sound of subtility
Somehow seasoned with salt to cast aside
Wherever I might traverse
Going back to Egypt
To tell all whom seem to be
Unaware of what is quite beautiful to me...
Peach
7-31-12
A word such as peach
Can be used in the form of an action
In which we turn against the ones
We love to stand for something we feel strongly about
In a word such as peach to describe a hue of purplish pink
Where that which is uttered might disturb the waters of tranquility
In the seas of those who don't know
When it is as it is
And we think therefore we are....
seraphims
Seraphims
7-31-12
Pacing myself
In the company of seraphims
Each having their six wings
To fly and hover over the intersection of Princess and George
Where it all begins in that I come to terms with my giants to befriend them
By God's grace that reclines at home upon my love seat
All ready to be inspected by my counsellor according to the flesh
Pacing myself in the company of seraphims
They will serve as companions to support me in times like these....
Cedar
7-31-12
Mighty cedars of Lebanon
Are planted here and now
As I lay the foundation to which one cannot add nor diminish
As the chief cornerstone that has been rejected becomes the head of the corner
Go your way and find out what this means and God will have mercy
In that you take the time to ponder on the Word
Of these mighty cedars of Lebanon...
Be The One
7-31-12
Frontlets and phylacraties
Are written upon within and without
To remind those of the words of truth when they are in doubt
Looking around the room to see if anyone else is in need of intercession
Being as a hedge and a pillar to those walking with knees weak and weary
Being as my own sunshine in times dark and dreary
Being the one to fill in the gap....
7-31-12
Pacing myself
In the company of seraphims
Each having their six wings
To fly and hover over the intersection of Princess and George
Where it all begins in that I come to terms with my giants to befriend them
By God's grace that reclines at home upon my love seat
All ready to be inspected by my counsellor according to the flesh
Pacing myself in the company of seraphims
They will serve as companions to support me in times like these....
Cedar
7-31-12
Mighty cedars of Lebanon
Are planted here and now
As I lay the foundation to which one cannot add nor diminish
As the chief cornerstone that has been rejected becomes the head of the corner
Go your way and find out what this means and God will have mercy
In that you take the time to ponder on the Word
Of these mighty cedars of Lebanon...
Be The One
7-31-12
Frontlets and phylacraties
Are written upon within and without
To remind those of the words of truth when they are in doubt
Looking around the room to see if anyone else is in need of intercession
Being as a hedge and a pillar to those walking with knees weak and weary
Being as my own sunshine in times dark and dreary
Being the one to fill in the gap....
Monday, November 9, 2015
another king
Another King, Jesus
10-6-15
I can do all things
Through Christ the strengthens me
It was the time of the preacher in the turn of the mellinium
Jews riot at Thessonalica
Those who have turned the world upside down have come here too
Jason has harbored them
And these are all acting contrary to the decrees
Of Caesar angry and sore displeased in the eleventh month of Sebat
The best part of the steak is the fat
Come the vision of a man with the measuring line
Something I've forgotten when I would study under the spell of wine
I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me...
Inscription
10-6-15
Paul alone at Athens
And me no longer alone in York County
His Spirit was provided within him
When we saw the city given over to the idols
Another object of my bounty
Encouraged and exhorted in the faith of others
Say I love Him so and I understand it
When I'm happy by the founding of the church at Corinth
For as I was passing through
And considering the objects of your worship
I found this inscription
To an unknown God
To each his own
It seems we need to find it for ourselves
God will judge the world
By the resurrected Lord Jesus...
10-6-15
I can do all things
Through Christ the strengthens me
It was the time of the preacher in the turn of the mellinium
Jews riot at Thessonalica
Those who have turned the world upside down have come here too
Jason has harbored them
And these are all acting contrary to the decrees
Of Caesar angry and sore displeased in the eleventh month of Sebat
The best part of the steak is the fat
Come the vision of a man with the measuring line
Something I've forgotten when I would study under the spell of wine
I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me...
Inscription
10-6-15
Paul alone at Athens
And me no longer alone in York County
His Spirit was provided within him
When we saw the city given over to the idols
Another object of my bounty
Encouraged and exhorted in the faith of others
Say I love Him so and I understand it
When I'm happy by the founding of the church at Corinth
For as I was passing through
And considering the objects of your worship
I found this inscription
To an unknown God
To each his own
It seems we need to find it for ourselves
God will judge the world
By the resurrected Lord Jesus...
chains loosed
Chains Loosed
10-6-15
Immediately all the doors are opened
And everyone's chains are loosed
I'm ready for another prolific one
I'm ready for a flood
As a sinner washed in the blood
As a Philippian jailor is converted
And darkness falls too soon
But as for me I prefer it that way
I leave a light on for my intercessor
Do they put us out secretly
No, indeed
A trick of light in the dark of mind in the mirror
To coin a phrase
Where Paul is released by Roman praetors
And shadows burn away the dross
Where all is lever at the cross
And it's time to go....
"What Must I Do To Be Saved"
10-6-15
Faith, the only condition of salvation
Fellowship with other believers is always an inspiration
Do yourself no harm for we are here pulling for you
Believe on the Lord Jesus and you will be saved
As your love was all I was after
In a dark place of faraway laughter
Let those men go and accept the fact
That we are all unique like snowflakes
They have beaten us openly
She can be worth the world
I hope that my inspection goes over well
Amen and amen
But until then I take up the pen
And next week to do it all again
Faith is the only condition of salvation....
Faith Is Working
10-6-15
Paul and Silas praying and singing hymns
And all other prisoners were listening
A good testimony like a seer to plant in the minds of those who learn to see
Suddenly there was a great earthquake
So that the foundation of the prison was shaken
Never mind the Python
She is only there to be a challenge
In the trial that you will overcome
As I admire my raging black stallion
Climbing up the hillside
The magistrates have chosen to let you go
Now therefore depart and go in peace
Faith is working out better these days more than ever....
10-6-15
Immediately all the doors are opened
And everyone's chains are loosed
I'm ready for another prolific one
I'm ready for a flood
As a sinner washed in the blood
As a Philippian jailor is converted
And darkness falls too soon
But as for me I prefer it that way
I leave a light on for my intercessor
Do they put us out secretly
No, indeed
A trick of light in the dark of mind in the mirror
To coin a phrase
Where Paul is released by Roman praetors
And shadows burn away the dross
Where all is lever at the cross
And it's time to go....
"What Must I Do To Be Saved"
10-6-15
Faith, the only condition of salvation
Fellowship with other believers is always an inspiration
Do yourself no harm for we are here pulling for you
Believe on the Lord Jesus and you will be saved
As your love was all I was after
In a dark place of faraway laughter
Let those men go and accept the fact
That we are all unique like snowflakes
They have beaten us openly
She can be worth the world
I hope that my inspection goes over well
Amen and amen
But until then I take up the pen
And next week to do it all again
Faith is the only condition of salvation....
Faith Is Working
10-6-15
Paul and Silas praying and singing hymns
And all other prisoners were listening
A good testimony like a seer to plant in the minds of those who learn to see
Suddenly there was a great earthquake
So that the foundation of the prison was shaken
Never mind the Python
She is only there to be a challenge
In the trial that you will overcome
As I admire my raging black stallion
Climbing up the hillside
The magistrates have chosen to let you go
Now therefore depart and go in peace
Faith is working out better these days more than ever....
Samothrace
Samothrace
10-6-15
First convert of Europe, Lydia
So close to midnight
I will find a way in Jesus today into Iconium
Crossing the Agean into Samothrace wearing leather and lace
His concubines no longer in trace
Absolved and redeemed by God's grace
Deviating from the decrees to keep
And yes, tonight I will get my sleep
The glory yet to be is not to be compared
To the suffering of this present time
So temporal as prayer is customarily made
Yesterday, my blue moon
Noonday the scene of someday
In the second year of Darius
It seems that the sun always shines
And we have been quite fortunate
The Lord at times is pleased with our fathers
Am I alive!
On Acts 16:13 (read this chapter)
10-6-15
Encouragement and exhortation
Is to be made everywhere you walk today
Make my paths straight
I know in you it all works out
It seems good to Silas to remain there
O, come over to Macedonia to lend a hand
And no more of such fear
When you come to understand
A man on a red horse speckled in white
Thank you and goodnight
These are they whom the Lord sent
To walk to and fro through the earth
As he is sore displeased with the heathen that are at ease
We sit down and speak to the women we meet there....
10-6-15
First convert of Europe, Lydia
So close to midnight
I will find a way in Jesus today into Iconium
Crossing the Agean into Samothrace wearing leather and lace
His concubines no longer in trace
Absolved and redeemed by God's grace
Deviating from the decrees to keep
And yes, tonight I will get my sleep
The glory yet to be is not to be compared
To the suffering of this present time
So temporal as prayer is customarily made
Yesterday, my blue moon
Noonday the scene of someday
In the second year of Darius
It seems that the sun always shines
And we have been quite fortunate
The Lord at times is pleased with our fathers
Am I alive!
On Acts 16:13 (read this chapter)
10-6-15
Encouragement and exhortation
Is to be made everywhere you walk today
Make my paths straight
I know in you it all works out
It seems good to Silas to remain there
O, come over to Macedonia to lend a hand
And no more of such fear
When you come to understand
A man on a red horse speckled in white
Thank you and goodnight
These are they whom the Lord sent
To walk to and fro through the earth
As he is sore displeased with the heathen that are at ease
We sit down and speak to the women we meet there....
Narrator
Narrator
10-6-15
Into Neapolis across the Agean into Troas
The Spirit today will carry me home
Open to more than one interpretation
Ambiguous
Passing by Mysia
Where a vision appears to Paul in the night
Saying come over to Macedonia and lend a hand
Here the gospel turns to Europe reaching as far as Asia
If indeed I have my geography straight up
Before I go to have one more cup
Bringing material to build the house
For Jesus, the Groom
And the people, the spouse
One more smoke and soon I will be on my way
Don't cry for me
Just say a prayer
A narrator joins Paul's company....
North Into Antioch
10-6-15
Injecting poison in her skin
Even when we lose it
It turns out that we win
Being willing to fail
Going on another rabbit's trail
Something I used to be afraid of
Where prayer is made
Where we supposed there was such a place
Paul enters Europe going into Philippi
These names are endless in the learning of the geography
On his second missionary journey from Jerusalem into Antioch
Forgiveness is the key to every lock
A hundred years can't wait another day....
10-6-15
Into Neapolis across the Agean into Troas
The Spirit today will carry me home
Open to more than one interpretation
Ambiguous
Passing by Mysia
Where a vision appears to Paul in the night
Saying come over to Macedonia and lend a hand
Here the gospel turns to Europe reaching as far as Asia
If indeed I have my geography straight up
Before I go to have one more cup
Bringing material to build the house
For Jesus, the Groom
And the people, the spouse
One more smoke and soon I will be on my way
Don't cry for me
Just say a prayer
A narrator joins Paul's company....
North Into Antioch
10-6-15
Injecting poison in her skin
Even when we lose it
It turns out that we win
Being willing to fail
Going on another rabbit's trail
Something I used to be afraid of
Where prayer is made
Where we supposed there was such a place
Paul enters Europe going into Philippi
These names are endless in the learning of the geography
On his second missionary journey from Jerusalem into Antioch
Forgiveness is the key to every lock
A hundred years can't wait another day....
To Derbe
To Derbe And Lystra
10-6-15
We are they and us as them
I won't let this go
O, what about love
Setting up an altar in the threshingfloor of Ornan
Threshing wheat
O, why can't we embrace
Three years of famine might have been the wise choice
As David insist to take it for full price
Farming sumptuously
Giving lavishly three hundred shekels of gold
I've got to know
Choosing not to take it for free
She says this is my show
Let the hand be on me and not them
They know not what they do
Timothy is circumcised and added to our missionary party
Whom you're in so deep
That you think you'll never get out
You've got to live it up...
On First Corinthians 22:9
10-6-15
Let us now go back and visit our brethren
In every city down south where it's warm
And the mistresses are pretty
Southeast into Caesarea
Across the Mediterranian from Ephesus
Some place to return to
The place of my birth
Eunice believes and all that were with her
For the cause of peace on earth
It would be wise to quell the Joe
Fire water in the blood
Looks like the northeast has missed the flood
Also provided are workers to build
Rest from war, peace and quietness
In the days of Solomon we are safe and sound.....
10-6-15
We are they and us as them
I won't let this go
O, what about love
Setting up an altar in the threshingfloor of Ornan
Threshing wheat
O, why can't we embrace
Three years of famine might have been the wise choice
As David insist to take it for full price
Farming sumptuously
Giving lavishly three hundred shekels of gold
I've got to know
Choosing not to take it for free
She says this is my show
Let the hand be on me and not them
They know not what they do
Timothy is circumcised and added to our missionary party
Whom you're in so deep
That you think you'll never get out
You've got to live it up...
On First Corinthians 22:9
10-6-15
Let us now go back and visit our brethren
In every city down south where it's warm
And the mistresses are pretty
Southeast into Caesarea
Across the Mediterranian from Ephesus
Some place to return to
The place of my birth
Eunice believes and all that were with her
For the cause of peace on earth
It would be wise to quell the Joe
Fire water in the blood
Looks like the northeast has missed the flood
Also provided are workers to build
Rest from war, peace and quietness
In the days of Solomon we are safe and sound.....
aion
Aion
10-6-15
Since we have heard that some of who went out from us
Have troubled you with words
The fool says in his heart that there is no God
None do good, no not one
Jehoshaphat is feared
They proclaim a fast throughout all Judah
And I still believe there is a little bit of Christ in Allah and Buddha
In war at Gath a man of great stature
With his twenty-four digits
Jonathan slew him
The son of this giant
And a chance to dream
Of the honest of the poor
None do good, no not one
Known to God from eternity are all his works....
To Antioch
10-6-15
Of the Gentiles in Antioch
Syria and Cilicia
The pen seems to be growing dry
So I let it fly in spite of mass hysteria
As it seems good of the Holy Spirit
To lay upon one a greater burden
By which Judas and Silas go to Antioch
O, where is the moon
For a talent of gold with precious stones
Some days the sea is still vast
O, leave the mainsail and flask
The mast by Gad, David's seer
Go on out into the morning dew
Where love will overcome all fear
And I'll meet you there
To be a blessing
It seemed good for Silas to remain.....
Pestilence Chosen
10-6-15
You must be the angel that I thought I'd never might find
A prophet assists King David
As I retain such a name in a hungry mind
Three years famine
Or three months to be destroyed of foes
Or three days the sword of the Lord
Choose your consequence
You'll never know
Israel a thousand thousand and a hundred thousand
Stepping out again at eight to get my juices flowing
Given the sum of number our census
Levi and Benjamin not counted
I was in great strait
Hoping that I would cease to hate....
10-6-15
Since we have heard that some of who went out from us
Have troubled you with words
The fool says in his heart that there is no God
None do good, no not one
Jehoshaphat is feared
They proclaim a fast throughout all Judah
And I still believe there is a little bit of Christ in Allah and Buddha
In war at Gath a man of great stature
With his twenty-four digits
Jonathan slew him
The son of this giant
And a chance to dream
Of the honest of the poor
None do good, no not one
Known to God from eternity are all his works....
To Antioch
10-6-15
Of the Gentiles in Antioch
Syria and Cilicia
The pen seems to be growing dry
So I let it fly in spite of mass hysteria
As it seems good of the Holy Spirit
To lay upon one a greater burden
By which Judas and Silas go to Antioch
O, where is the moon
For a talent of gold with precious stones
Some days the sea is still vast
O, leave the mainsail and flask
The mast by Gad, David's seer
Go on out into the morning dew
Where love will overcome all fear
And I'll meet you there
To be a blessing
It seemed good for Silas to remain.....
Pestilence Chosen
10-6-15
You must be the angel that I thought I'd never might find
A prophet assists King David
As I retain such a name in a hungry mind
Three years famine
Or three months to be destroyed of foes
Or three days the sword of the Lord
Choose your consequence
You'll never know
Israel a thousand thousand and a hundred thousand
Stepping out again at eight to get my juices flowing
Given the sum of number our census
Levi and Benjamin not counted
I was in great strait
Hoping that I would cease to hate....
pulse
Pulse
2-27-14
The pulse of the spiritual man is his giving it all away
As this much I contribute
Praying to write these compositions all day
Seeking for the Now that is said to be the narrow Way
Leading me to life
Given a sound mind in the face of vexation and dismay
Yet to give and be joyful
In that I have a lot to say
Like a tree planted in fertile soil
Her roots grow deep....
On Job 1:21 (see this)
2-27-14
From going to and fro in the earth
We are yet to discover what this treasure is worth
Cursing not with my lips
O, blessed be the Lord for the day I am born
Where the wilderness is not a bad place
When there is a purpose for my thorn
Blameless and upright
Eschewing my evil ways
As so I persevere in poetry
For the rest of my natural days
From going to and fro in the earth
I find that such tenacity so pays....
On First Corinthians 10:6 (dig this)
2-27-14
Our fathers were as figures
Like shadows and types for our example
Out of the same spiritual rock today I drink
Given a generous ration and sample
Getting my wash done with leisure time abundant and ample
Rocking on to First Corinthians once again
That will be as fodder for my humble pen
Given again a good lawyer and a fair trial
So that I might rest and heal and cry awhile...
2-27-14
The pulse of the spiritual man is his giving it all away
As this much I contribute
Praying to write these compositions all day
Seeking for the Now that is said to be the narrow Way
Leading me to life
Given a sound mind in the face of vexation and dismay
Yet to give and be joyful
In that I have a lot to say
Like a tree planted in fertile soil
Her roots grow deep....
On Job 1:21 (see this)
2-27-14
From going to and fro in the earth
We are yet to discover what this treasure is worth
Cursing not with my lips
O, blessed be the Lord for the day I am born
Where the wilderness is not a bad place
When there is a purpose for my thorn
Blameless and upright
Eschewing my evil ways
As so I persevere in poetry
For the rest of my natural days
From going to and fro in the earth
I find that such tenacity so pays....
On First Corinthians 10:6 (dig this)
2-27-14
Our fathers were as figures
Like shadows and types for our example
Out of the same spiritual rock today I drink
Given a generous ration and sample
Getting my wash done with leisure time abundant and ample
Rocking on to First Corinthians once again
That will be as fodder for my humble pen
Given again a good lawyer and a fair trial
So that I might rest and heal and cry awhile...
our boast
Boast
2-27-14
It would be better for me to die
Than anyone should make my glorying void
As so created once again
Is all that has been destroyed with words
Yet used to build up and tear down
Running your race with diligence
To obtain my golden crown
As so in that I preach
I have nothing of which to boast
According to the syrup for my home fries
And grape jelly for my toast
Yes, I will rejoice
In the thing I am glad about the most...
Toast
2-27-14
Today I'm raising a toast to the King
With my coffee cup
Meeting a brother at my corner
To say, hey, what's up
Where O woe is me
If I don't write my rhymes
To persevere even in these trying times
Today I'm raising a toast to the King
O, woe is me if I don't do my thing
Doing such willingly
So that I might know of my reward
Today, yea, I raise a toast to the Lord....
Roast
2-27-14
Thus I fight not as one that beats the air in blowing smoke
Soon to be provided for now
That once again I have grown broke
Becoming to the weak as weak
To win them over
Being yet the vagrant, the wanderer, the malingerer and the rover
Making my way to yet transverse these broader paths
Leading to higher places to take my poet's seat
Still subject to the milk
To yet wash down strong meat
Thus I fight....
2-27-14
It would be better for me to die
Than anyone should make my glorying void
As so created once again
Is all that has been destroyed with words
Yet used to build up and tear down
Running your race with diligence
To obtain my golden crown
As so in that I preach
I have nothing of which to boast
According to the syrup for my home fries
And grape jelly for my toast
Yes, I will rejoice
In the thing I am glad about the most...
Toast
2-27-14
Today I'm raising a toast to the King
With my coffee cup
Meeting a brother at my corner
To say, hey, what's up
Where O woe is me
If I don't write my rhymes
To persevere even in these trying times
Today I'm raising a toast to the King
O, woe is me if I don't do my thing
Doing such willingly
So that I might know of my reward
Today, yea, I raise a toast to the Lord....
Roast
2-27-14
Thus I fight not as one that beats the air in blowing smoke
Soon to be provided for now
That once again I have grown broke
Becoming to the weak as weak
To win them over
Being yet the vagrant, the wanderer, the malingerer and the rover
Making my way to yet transverse these broader paths
Leading to higher places to take my poet's seat
Still subject to the milk
To yet wash down strong meat
Thus I fight....
Sunday, November 8, 2015
too sweet
Too Sweet
6-23-15
He touches the hills and they smoke
I have my coffee this week till I go broke
We then that are strong
Ought to bear the infirmities of the weak
This morning my coffee is too sweet
Where blessed are the meek
Ready to delve deep today
To the point where I cannot even break
Never underestimate the loving dissolving
Our solvent crown to corrosion
Feel this love in the morning
I'll be there
Coffee too sweet
I am here...
Anjou Revisited
6-23-15
Seek the Lord and his strength
Seek his face evermore
Determine the width, the depth and the length
Bite the Anjou pear down to her core
Peaches and nectarines are back in season
Far from being a man of means
Where Jesus is the reason
Let everyone of us please his neighbor
For his good to edification
There's a reason for our being
O, hast thou faith!
Have it to thyself before God and come through
For even Christ pleased not himself
For the reproaches of them that reproached
Thee fell on me....
Redolent
6-23-15
Suggestive, aromatic, redolent, reminiscent
It was as if my hairbrush did glow
When I fix my hair for my day
One mile north of here
Baronias stately and grand
I write on even with a weak hand
Talk today of all his wondrous works!
Glory in his holy name
Bask in the Word and make it your own game
Come the turret and its tower-shaped projection
By the edifice in our acceptance of correction
To frolic, to gambol and playfully lead
Last night I get my ten hours sleep...
6-23-15
He touches the hills and they smoke
I have my coffee this week till I go broke
We then that are strong
Ought to bear the infirmities of the weak
This morning my coffee is too sweet
Where blessed are the meek
Ready to delve deep today
To the point where I cannot even break
Never underestimate the loving dissolving
Our solvent crown to corrosion
Feel this love in the morning
I'll be there
Coffee too sweet
I am here...
Anjou Revisited
6-23-15
Seek the Lord and his strength
Seek his face evermore
Determine the width, the depth and the length
Bite the Anjou pear down to her core
Peaches and nectarines are back in season
Far from being a man of means
Where Jesus is the reason
Let everyone of us please his neighbor
For his good to edification
There's a reason for our being
O, hast thou faith!
Have it to thyself before God and come through
For even Christ pleased not himself
For the reproaches of them that reproached
Thee fell on me....
Redolent
6-23-15
Suggestive, aromatic, redolent, reminiscent
It was as if my hairbrush did glow
When I fix my hair for my day
One mile north of here
Baronias stately and grand
I write on even with a weak hand
Talk today of all his wondrous works!
Glory in his holy name
Bask in the Word and make it your own game
Come the turret and its tower-shaped projection
By the edifice in our acceptance of correction
To frolic, to gambol and playfully lead
Last night I get my ten hours sleep...
cessation
Cessation
6-23-15
A light meal permitted on fast days
Our collection for ague and hot flashes
For me and you generous stashes
Let us not judge one another
The word is love and it's right for me
That no man put a stumblingblock
Or an occasion to fall in his brother's way
Where sweet dreams console the future
I know and am persuaded
That there is nothing unclean of itself
It stinks in here but I will make due
Let not them your good be evil spoken of
And the Word is love....
Groined
6-23-15
Soon in our minds
Forever Now
For the kingdom of God is not meat or drink
Giving us a chance to stop and think
I'm ready for what's coming next
Looking for a darker font for more of its simplistic text
For he that in these things serve
And we get more than what we deserve
Acceptable and proven
Of men wonderful in its flowing from this pen
Groined in my gumption I begin again....
Tracery
6-23-15
To know and to Grok
To again roll away the rock
To pick the lock to understand profoundly even the profane
Our tracery of interlaced and branching lines
Still I need to put it in my past
The tasting of all those sweet wines
Our lacy openwork in our Gothic window
O, can we see through such
And with our inward parts get back in touch
With our tracery
Sometimes the air gets too cold
Yet still healthy and hale
In God's love that will not fail....
On Romans 14:23
6-23-15
May us therefore follow after things that make for peace
Wondering where lights go in that I pray and not cease
As well as after things wherewith one may edify
For meat destroys not the work of God
As all things indeed are pure
Hast thou faith
Are you complete, perfect and mature
It is finished and we are entitled to more
As he that doubt is damned if he eat when not of faith
Biting the apple down to the core
And the peach down to her pit
Go ahead and eat if conscience permits....
6-23-15
A light meal permitted on fast days
Our collection for ague and hot flashes
For me and you generous stashes
Let us not judge one another
The word is love and it's right for me
That no man put a stumblingblock
Or an occasion to fall in his brother's way
Where sweet dreams console the future
I know and am persuaded
That there is nothing unclean of itself
It stinks in here but I will make due
Let not them your good be evil spoken of
And the Word is love....
Groined
6-23-15
Soon in our minds
Forever Now
For the kingdom of God is not meat or drink
Giving us a chance to stop and think
I'm ready for what's coming next
Looking for a darker font for more of its simplistic text
For he that in these things serve
And we get more than what we deserve
Acceptable and proven
Of men wonderful in its flowing from this pen
Groined in my gumption I begin again....
Tracery
6-23-15
To know and to Grok
To again roll away the rock
To pick the lock to understand profoundly even the profane
Our tracery of interlaced and branching lines
Still I need to put it in my past
The tasting of all those sweet wines
Our lacy openwork in our Gothic window
O, can we see through such
And with our inward parts get back in touch
With our tracery
Sometimes the air gets too cold
Yet still healthy and hale
In God's love that will not fail....
On Romans 14:23
6-23-15
May us therefore follow after things that make for peace
Wondering where lights go in that I pray and not cease
As well as after things wherewith one may edify
For meat destroys not the work of God
As all things indeed are pure
Hast thou faith
Are you complete, perfect and mature
It is finished and we are entitled to more
As he that doubt is damned if he eat when not of faith
Biting the apple down to the core
And the peach down to her pit
Go ahead and eat if conscience permits....
I saw you
I Saw You
8-21-14
I saw you buried in the sand
I saw today something new in hopes to understand
As the wisdom of the world is as foolishness
Wrought by ones left hand
O, let no one boast in men
Nor in tuna fish canned
Of mere theologians and rival founders and sects
We are all as One
Ready for what's coming next
O, let a man so consider us as servants and stewards
Made clear, right here in the text
And you don't know me anything
In being but vexed....
So Am I
8-21-14
Of sensual, of spiritual and of carnal
I question O, what am I today
Taking in one symphony
I get down on my knees and pray
Come this faithful service to but portray
As examined and as judged
As accepted but yet much begrudged
By the temple, by the dividing and by the body
We are as Christ's and all is ours
Moreover it is required that we are found faithful
And as tall as those leaning towers by woven weft
And brothers bereft
Of sensual, of spiritual
Of carnal, so am I
O, so am I....
Apostles Last
8-21-14
Someone has to take the blame
As such a someone would be today I
The Word and name ready any moment you lose it all again
But in the meantime I plow on through these epistles
With my blue and humble pen
O, who made you to but differ
In the where and when
O, ye are already full
With rhymes threescore and ten
To but display us Apostles last
To desecrate the winner in valleys vast
Made as a spectacle
Told that we will not stand fast
But we know that indeed we will...
8-21-14
I saw you buried in the sand
I saw today something new in hopes to understand
As the wisdom of the world is as foolishness
Wrought by ones left hand
O, let no one boast in men
Nor in tuna fish canned
Of mere theologians and rival founders and sects
We are all as One
Ready for what's coming next
O, let a man so consider us as servants and stewards
Made clear, right here in the text
And you don't know me anything
In being but vexed....
So Am I
8-21-14
Of sensual, of spiritual and of carnal
I question O, what am I today
Taking in one symphony
I get down on my knees and pray
Come this faithful service to but portray
As examined and as judged
As accepted but yet much begrudged
By the temple, by the dividing and by the body
We are as Christ's and all is ours
Moreover it is required that we are found faithful
And as tall as those leaning towers by woven weft
And brothers bereft
Of sensual, of spiritual
Of carnal, so am I
O, so am I....
Apostles Last
8-21-14
Someone has to take the blame
As such a someone would be today I
The Word and name ready any moment you lose it all again
But in the meantime I plow on through these epistles
With my blue and humble pen
O, who made you to but differ
In the where and when
O, ye are already full
With rhymes threescore and ten
To but display us Apostles last
To desecrate the winner in valleys vast
Made as a spectacle
Told that we will not stand fast
But we know that indeed we will...
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Jabot
Jabot
8-21-14
Of ruffle and jabot
It is good to know
Glad to have stayed home
Due to the state of my vesture
By which the scholar doth but grow
Of lace and cloth
Attached by my neckline
I require not the wisdom of a sign
Blessed are the meek and gentle
In that they no longer drink sweet wine
Blessed are the poor and humble
By our contention as a means to but stumble
This is all I want to do today about it
And it's just the way my cookie doth but crumble...
Jaboticaba
8-21-14
As judged and examined
As carnal and as fleshly
We cannot but grasp what lies in front of us
By such Brazilian Jaboticaba needles are soon to fall
For the cause of the Equinox
And our Christ is the only foundation to be laid down
For scotch on the rocks
O, blessed are those who go without it
Namely me for four years now
As so I shave my beard and my longer locks
By this keening and wailing
And God's love never failing
As judged and examined
As lamenting and bewailing.....
My Aphotic Axiom
8-21-14
As aphotic, as lightness and dark
O, Who will be your friend to ignite the spark of this scintillation
To incline an ear and to but hark
Denial today will be my walk in the park
Not the best way to come
But sometimes it will bring me hope
Blessed are the merciful
For they shall tie double knots in such rope
O, forgive and be forgiven
O, blessed are the undefiled in the Way
As these passages give me so much more to say
In self evident axioms
I find new ways to but pray.....
My Aphoristic Ode
8-21-14
Universally accepted
As a rule and principle and self evident
We take in these truths as if they are our own
To require no proof in casting our first stone
Aphoristic so it is to our taste in music
Sitting around all day by myself
Universally accepted
And as well in my denial
By my summary of these rewards
Offering to the lost a new promise
To be easily distinguished
O, blessed are those whom are persecuted
For theirs is the kingdom....
On Matthew 5:14 (dig this)
8-21-14
My father according to the flesh call them effing socialists
Stating it kindly
But still quite willing to mention it as effing liberals
Not a reason to not listen to their music
As all are Yours and yet own it all
Already at the entrances to heavy wooden doors
Yet faithful, yet trustworthy
In thoughts and in reasonings
Within the temple that is you
Of foreign seasonings
You are the light of the world
Hey man, I think we're lost....
8-21-14
Of ruffle and jabot
It is good to know
Glad to have stayed home
Due to the state of my vesture
By which the scholar doth but grow
Of lace and cloth
Attached by my neckline
I require not the wisdom of a sign
Blessed are the meek and gentle
In that they no longer drink sweet wine
Blessed are the poor and humble
By our contention as a means to but stumble
This is all I want to do today about it
And it's just the way my cookie doth but crumble...
Jaboticaba
8-21-14
As judged and examined
As carnal and as fleshly
We cannot but grasp what lies in front of us
By such Brazilian Jaboticaba needles are soon to fall
For the cause of the Equinox
And our Christ is the only foundation to be laid down
For scotch on the rocks
O, blessed are those who go without it
Namely me for four years now
As so I shave my beard and my longer locks
By this keening and wailing
And God's love never failing
As judged and examined
As lamenting and bewailing.....
My Aphotic Axiom
8-21-14
As aphotic, as lightness and dark
O, Who will be your friend to ignite the spark of this scintillation
To incline an ear and to but hark
Denial today will be my walk in the park
Not the best way to come
But sometimes it will bring me hope
Blessed are the merciful
For they shall tie double knots in such rope
O, forgive and be forgiven
O, blessed are the undefiled in the Way
As these passages give me so much more to say
In self evident axioms
I find new ways to but pray.....
My Aphoristic Ode
8-21-14
Universally accepted
As a rule and principle and self evident
We take in these truths as if they are our own
To require no proof in casting our first stone
Aphoristic so it is to our taste in music
Sitting around all day by myself
Universally accepted
And as well in my denial
By my summary of these rewards
Offering to the lost a new promise
To be easily distinguished
O, blessed are those whom are persecuted
For theirs is the kingdom....
On Matthew 5:14 (dig this)
8-21-14
My father according to the flesh call them effing socialists
Stating it kindly
But still quite willing to mention it as effing liberals
Not a reason to not listen to their music
As all are Yours and yet own it all
Already at the entrances to heavy wooden doors
Yet faithful, yet trustworthy
In thoughts and in reasonings
Within the temple that is you
Of foreign seasonings
You are the light of the world
Hey man, I think we're lost....
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