Jalousie
11-17-15
Yet in my partiality
I was born in a desert
So I purpose to build a house for Christ the groom
And we the spouse
Commanding to hew cedar out of Lebanon
My servants will be yours
Along with they who go on all fours
Yeah, she's going to miss me when I go
Play just for two and a half days
Speaking three thousand proverbs
And five and one thousand songs
For a couple more shots of whiskey
Another louver wide open
So we can see what is going on
Yet another lattice and another window pried ajar
And our jalousie of jealousy with our jalopy
We see fit to let the wind blow back our hair....
Jalopy
11-17-15
Old, decrepit and unpretentious
So is the used way of ones dreams
With your hair hanging down
She's taken and I ought to be glad for her
Roll those laughing bones and those crying tendons
For our hour of lovage
All for the love of all saints and sinners
Twenty measures of pure oil year by year
And thirty dollars to spend on coffee and have no fear
Yet another gasket
I will have no such casket
That one went down fast
Time for my first refill
Securing a furled sail to its boom, gaff and yard
I hand out another card
There, I killed it....
Piker
11-17-15
This here is all I have been doing for years on end
I do all that ye desire concerning timber and cedar
By which we build another bird feeder
Awesome, they're all here
Not a piker
Not Worf, not Riker
Yet to gamble and speculate
Yet to ramble in the love adulterated with raw hate
For the street cats making love
I reel in the pike and her flesh I do like
And as well reel in the walleye
On northeast America exotropia
With a touch of strabismus
Here we are all pulling for each other....
Thursday, December 31, 2015
teal
Teal (Glad It's Just Grape Juice)
11-17-15
Title: teal
Even if it might not appear to be so on the cover
Getting real
Poetry is my lover
Give ear, take heed, have no fear
See to the need
Rethink the power of togetherness
O, unity with our brothers
And sweet stuff for our mothers
Aren't you glad that it's just grape juice
Give ear, O listen to what the other person has to say
And don't trust in dust
Repentance is not dependence
In the thicket full of thorns
Unknown artists blow French horns...
Maon
11-17-15
O, Maon, Carmel and Ziph
Scale the acclivity
O, climb the cliff
Another sermon on Grandparents' day
As well for the city of salt
The humble he will exalt
For the border going out towards the sea
To Michmethan
A name chosen out of hundreds
To prove the point that there is no end
To the things of the world
And the border went about eastward unto Taanath-shiloh
Driving out the Canaanites
In a need to go back to basics
Don't trust in dust
Better off without the lust
To emphasize the word essential
As well as optional
I opt out and things go well just the same...
On First Kings 4:22
11-17-15
Solomon's provisions
Thirty measures of fine flour
In which purity is power
Sixty measures of meal
Not according to what he might feel
Ten fatted oxen and one hundred sheep
Get profound and delve deep
Besides harts and roebucks and fallow deer
I missed the point in that I had something else to say
Out from Tapplah westward
The language is beautiful the way that it stands
As the scholar for the first time understands
Barley and straw for horses and dromedaries
I rock out to it and make it my own
To coin a phrase not carved in stone.....
Hiram, Lover Of David
11-17-15
My butterfly already has a place and a master
Not completely a calamity or disaster
Glad for when time is going faster
Forty-thousand stalls and twelve thousand horsemen
For yellow painted walls
Where the broken heart doesn't feel so bad
Hiram is ever a lover of David
God gave us rest in neither adversary nor evil occorrent
Command them to hew cedar trees
Slow down a little
You are choking the point of the message
I desire to express it
None among us has skill in hewing timber
That I may here cast lots in the wood country
We're going to get there....
11-17-15
Title: teal
Even if it might not appear to be so on the cover
Getting real
Poetry is my lover
Give ear, take heed, have no fear
See to the need
Rethink the power of togetherness
O, unity with our brothers
And sweet stuff for our mothers
Aren't you glad that it's just grape juice
Give ear, O listen to what the other person has to say
And don't trust in dust
Repentance is not dependence
In the thicket full of thorns
Unknown artists blow French horns...
Maon
11-17-15
O, Maon, Carmel and Ziph
Scale the acclivity
O, climb the cliff
Another sermon on Grandparents' day
As well for the city of salt
The humble he will exalt
For the border going out towards the sea
To Michmethan
A name chosen out of hundreds
To prove the point that there is no end
To the things of the world
And the border went about eastward unto Taanath-shiloh
Driving out the Canaanites
In a need to go back to basics
Don't trust in dust
Better off without the lust
To emphasize the word essential
As well as optional
I opt out and things go well just the same...
On First Kings 4:22
11-17-15
Solomon's provisions
Thirty measures of fine flour
In which purity is power
Sixty measures of meal
Not according to what he might feel
Ten fatted oxen and one hundred sheep
Get profound and delve deep
Besides harts and roebucks and fallow deer
I missed the point in that I had something else to say
Out from Tapplah westward
The language is beautiful the way that it stands
As the scholar for the first time understands
Barley and straw for horses and dromedaries
I rock out to it and make it my own
To coin a phrase not carved in stone.....
Hiram, Lover Of David
11-17-15
My butterfly already has a place and a master
Not completely a calamity or disaster
Glad for when time is going faster
Forty-thousand stalls and twelve thousand horsemen
For yellow painted walls
Where the broken heart doesn't feel so bad
Hiram is ever a lover of David
God gave us rest in neither adversary nor evil occorrent
Command them to hew cedar trees
Slow down a little
You are choking the point of the message
I desire to express it
None among us has skill in hewing timber
That I may here cast lots in the wood country
We're going to get there....
vertical
Vertical
5-28-13
Our localities are not our obstacle of his intimacies
Where nothing can separate us from his love made manifest in the darkness
That in him is the light having another jam session with this pen I take up
Like a beacon upon a hill
so many can see my light inherited
From the Just One on this night....
Provision
5-28-13
Light provides a definition
Where in darkness we are still not sure of what is true in this
As when we seek the truth
We ought not chase like waterfalls after a state of bliss
Where light provides a definition to things yet unknown
And in this, my friend we don't need to stand alone....
Gift
5-30-13
The joy of the Lord today is my strength
Yet to determine the breadth, width and length
Loving both vertically and horizontally
As well as the diagonal in the form of parallel lines seen as skew
Never meeting in my hopes that this hot sunny day will be fleeting
Where one cannot have this gift and hold it as ones own....
Excel
5-30-13
God created me to excel
And not to be as the average taste or smell
God wants me to come out of my shell
God wants me to be sound as well
Embarking on another book
Written about what it is to find a better me
Where I'd much rather remain in the slumber of last night's eyes
Where God created me to excel...
The Law Is Read
5-30-13
From morning to midday
The law is read in high places
In the city built upon a hill
Where I am yet to trade my own way with God's will
Wherein there is beauty in being told I am wrong
As a chance to be right
Living my day as if it were my last
For a prolific time to write by this available light....
5-28-13
Our localities are not our obstacle of his intimacies
Where nothing can separate us from his love made manifest in the darkness
That in him is the light having another jam session with this pen I take up
Like a beacon upon a hill
so many can see my light inherited
From the Just One on this night....
Provision
5-28-13
Light provides a definition
Where in darkness we are still not sure of what is true in this
As when we seek the truth
We ought not chase like waterfalls after a state of bliss
Where light provides a definition to things yet unknown
And in this, my friend we don't need to stand alone....
Gift
5-30-13
The joy of the Lord today is my strength
Yet to determine the breadth, width and length
Loving both vertically and horizontally
As well as the diagonal in the form of parallel lines seen as skew
Never meeting in my hopes that this hot sunny day will be fleeting
Where one cannot have this gift and hold it as ones own....
Excel
5-30-13
God created me to excel
And not to be as the average taste or smell
God wants me to come out of my shell
God wants me to be sound as well
Embarking on another book
Written about what it is to find a better me
Where I'd much rather remain in the slumber of last night's eyes
Where God created me to excel...
The Law Is Read
5-30-13
From morning to midday
The law is read in high places
In the city built upon a hill
Where I am yet to trade my own way with God's will
Wherein there is beauty in being told I am wrong
As a chance to be right
Living my day as if it were my last
For a prolific time to write by this available light....
serve
Serve
5-28-13
If you wish to be great then so serve
And you'll get just the thing you thought you did not deserve
Where our sons of thunder wail alongside their Messiah
With newfound confidence in a nimble stride
Yet to be abased while once more lifted up in pride
If you want to be great
Then extend your hand and serve....
Tenet
5-28-13
Ask not for well being to have glory in self
But to extend a hand and to serve someone today
When change is made in me in these latter days
Of a coolness in the month of May
Sitting right next to God's manifestation of unmerited favor
Asking not for the wrong reasons that which I take up
As the threshing tool of trust and reverential love for my God above....
A Prayer That It Will Matter
5-28-13
Asking today my God
O, why does my life matter
And what will you have me to do
That will be as the blessing in others' lives today
And O, may not all these things have been in vain
O, I have the desire to make a difference
In the times I was beside myself and insane
O, let not vanity have its place in the silence
And the empty space of my meditation
This is my prayer that such a thing will indeed matter...
5-28-13
If you wish to be great then so serve
And you'll get just the thing you thought you did not deserve
Where our sons of thunder wail alongside their Messiah
With newfound confidence in a nimble stride
Yet to be abased while once more lifted up in pride
If you want to be great
Then extend your hand and serve....
Tenet
5-28-13
Ask not for well being to have glory in self
But to extend a hand and to serve someone today
When change is made in me in these latter days
Of a coolness in the month of May
Sitting right next to God's manifestation of unmerited favor
Asking not for the wrong reasons that which I take up
As the threshing tool of trust and reverential love for my God above....
A Prayer That It Will Matter
5-28-13
Asking today my God
O, why does my life matter
And what will you have me to do
That will be as the blessing in others' lives today
And O, may not all these things have been in vain
O, I have the desire to make a difference
In the times I was beside myself and insane
O, let not vanity have its place in the silence
And the empty space of my meditation
This is my prayer that such a thing will indeed matter...
candlestick
Candlestick
9-29-13
Lay not up treasures where dust and moth doth corrupt
Chase not after earthly pleasures towards something fleeting
Like a volcano about to erupt
By this release of this flame of fire
Of the Seven Lamps never to be extinguished
Burning with the oil of the Holy Spirit
Shining light upon the things we cannot know of ourselves
Giving ear to the dusty and idle novels
On my mahogany and broom wood shelves
It is a gift of God and not something for one to earn
In that my fire here is to live and learn...
Believe And Receive
9-29-13
The cause of ones suffering is his attachment
To his desires even when we receive our petition to be answered
If we believe to but perceive and to rejoice in where we grieve
And joy doth come in the morning
Where painted cakes do not satisfy the hunger that remains
Given a better understanding of such Scripture now that I have been there....
Tapasia
9-29-13
Insufficient are ones outward forms
Where one needs buckle down to weather these storms
Where we are not to organize this truth or try to put it in a box
To which a follower conforms
Not trying to describe such a gift in words like I do here
Observing wisps of smoke rise with my love that casts out all fear
In that when we know there is nothing we ought be afraid of
With light to dissipate all darkness
Taking up our sword of this love....
Dogged
9-29-13
The ego is a Dobermine Pincher
Wanting to get his jaws around the issues of life
Like they are bones tossed to the wayside
In my remembrance of putting love letters on her gate
She said she would tear me in half
Which was not so far from the truth
In that the ego looks for trouble in dark corners of alleys
Of where I come from
Hoping to become as one again
So that I might know God's love that casts out all fear....
9-29-13
Lay not up treasures where dust and moth doth corrupt
Chase not after earthly pleasures towards something fleeting
Like a volcano about to erupt
By this release of this flame of fire
Of the Seven Lamps never to be extinguished
Burning with the oil of the Holy Spirit
Shining light upon the things we cannot know of ourselves
Giving ear to the dusty and idle novels
On my mahogany and broom wood shelves
It is a gift of God and not something for one to earn
In that my fire here is to live and learn...
Believe And Receive
9-29-13
The cause of ones suffering is his attachment
To his desires even when we receive our petition to be answered
If we believe to but perceive and to rejoice in where we grieve
And joy doth come in the morning
Where painted cakes do not satisfy the hunger that remains
Given a better understanding of such Scripture now that I have been there....
Tapasia
9-29-13
Insufficient are ones outward forms
Where one needs buckle down to weather these storms
Where we are not to organize this truth or try to put it in a box
To which a follower conforms
Not trying to describe such a gift in words like I do here
Observing wisps of smoke rise with my love that casts out all fear
In that when we know there is nothing we ought be afraid of
With light to dissipate all darkness
Taking up our sword of this love....
Dogged
9-29-13
The ego is a Dobermine Pincher
Wanting to get his jaws around the issues of life
Like they are bones tossed to the wayside
In my remembrance of putting love letters on her gate
She said she would tear me in half
Which was not so far from the truth
In that the ego looks for trouble in dark corners of alleys
Of where I come from
Hoping to become as one again
So that I might know God's love that casts out all fear....
follow
Follow
9-29-13
Yeah, Levi the son of Alpheus followed
To savor the oysters not by his own might so he swallowed
Chewing the cud in ones pondering in which that wanderer wallowed
Given my mandate today to die with my boots on
So that I might know to have victory
In rising up at the light of dawn
Wanting to emulate He whom I am close to today
To wish him well on his way
And to pray that he will have a wonderful day
Where there is God's will
We will find in darkness, the Way....
Moksha
9-29-13
I find many beautiful words
In the other ways accessible
To the man that searches his own heart for something more
By the Moksha of an ornate path to plenty
Where childhood does not need end at twenty
Where we are made to play and dance
And to and with our God within know romance
Finding many beautiful words in our soliloquy
With what we already possess
Learning to repent and not be content
In that we confess
Where I find a new way
To think about all that which with I am blessed...
My Two P.M.
9-29-13
Giving up my desire for the experience of such a bliss
Greeting all brethren with an holy kiss
Giving up all covetousness
For what belongs to ones neighbor
And instead be glad for him
And pray for his prosperity in all labor
By the eighth watch of day
Pouring another cup of coffee
Where the element of fulfilment
Is restored to all oneness and Being
For the man who doth relinquish what he already has
In a heart on fire for the love and truth in store for those whom seek...
9-29-13
Yeah, Levi the son of Alpheus followed
To savor the oysters not by his own might so he swallowed
Chewing the cud in ones pondering in which that wanderer wallowed
Given my mandate today to die with my boots on
So that I might know to have victory
In rising up at the light of dawn
Wanting to emulate He whom I am close to today
To wish him well on his way
And to pray that he will have a wonderful day
Where there is God's will
We will find in darkness, the Way....
Moksha
9-29-13
I find many beautiful words
In the other ways accessible
To the man that searches his own heart for something more
By the Moksha of an ornate path to plenty
Where childhood does not need end at twenty
Where we are made to play and dance
And to and with our God within know romance
Finding many beautiful words in our soliloquy
With what we already possess
Learning to repent and not be content
In that we confess
Where I find a new way
To think about all that which with I am blessed...
My Two P.M.
9-29-13
Giving up my desire for the experience of such a bliss
Greeting all brethren with an holy kiss
Giving up all covetousness
For what belongs to ones neighbor
And instead be glad for him
And pray for his prosperity in all labor
By the eighth watch of day
Pouring another cup of coffee
Where the element of fulfilment
Is restored to all oneness and Being
For the man who doth relinquish what he already has
In a heart on fire for the love and truth in store for those whom seek...
polyhedron
Polyhedron
5-28-13
His forgiveness is not a license to do wrong
But a chance to make a change
Not condemned but convicted
To change the way we believe in the things we want to revise
Like the carving of my diamond and such a polyhedron surface
Of what I am in me today of many facets to observe from a distance
In what I see in me....
Spatula
5-28-13
Rejoicing in my day to day struggles
By the embracing of what seems contrary
Knowing God's mercies are new every morning
Back from my library retreat to fry up another eggplant
To serve as the spirituality
By my spatula of the wisdom in store
In this experience of enlightenment
Hoping to let it get brown and toast soon
As I wait for such a perfection to take form...
If You Believe
5-28-13
If indeed you believe It shall be established
Right in your backyard of divine vegetable gardens
Where business deals are made by the enlightenment
And the union of ones own soul
Becoming one with all essence
To find it there where it thrives
In that deep reach roots of ones reply
If indeed you believe
Then it shall be established....
Amiss
5-28-13
Sometimes when we ask for it
We do so amiss
Hoping in what is that will align
Alongside all that which is this
In that we greet all of our brethren with an holy kiss
Saluting such with utmost reverence
When such a mark we miss
Still placing the cart before the horse
When sometimes when we ask for it
We do so amiss.....
5-28-13
His forgiveness is not a license to do wrong
But a chance to make a change
Not condemned but convicted
To change the way we believe in the things we want to revise
Like the carving of my diamond and such a polyhedron surface
Of what I am in me today of many facets to observe from a distance
In what I see in me....
Spatula
5-28-13
Rejoicing in my day to day struggles
By the embracing of what seems contrary
Knowing God's mercies are new every morning
Back from my library retreat to fry up another eggplant
To serve as the spirituality
By my spatula of the wisdom in store
In this experience of enlightenment
Hoping to let it get brown and toast soon
As I wait for such a perfection to take form...
If You Believe
5-28-13
If indeed you believe It shall be established
Right in your backyard of divine vegetable gardens
Where business deals are made by the enlightenment
And the union of ones own soul
Becoming one with all essence
To find it there where it thrives
In that deep reach roots of ones reply
If indeed you believe
Then it shall be established....
Amiss
5-28-13
Sometimes when we ask for it
We do so amiss
Hoping in what is that will align
Alongside all that which is this
In that we greet all of our brethren with an holy kiss
Saluting such with utmost reverence
When such a mark we miss
Still placing the cart before the horse
When sometimes when we ask for it
We do so amiss.....
sliver
Sliver
5-28-13
Being as one to stand and deliver
As the full moon wanes into its crescent
Of such a sliver inspired by the first paragraphs that I ingest
Taking them in like the imbibing of sermons that say much
In that with our inner critic we can get back in touch
Being again as one to stand and deliver
According to the lyrics of a song that is brought to memory
In the space and silence before I lay my head down to dream about flying away....
My Limiting Belief
5-28-13
Yesterday I find myself thinking
That I do not deserve any of this
Looking around my apartment room in disbelief
Where my joy is once again taken away by the inner critic
That still serves as the thief
Feeling as if such blessings I could not contain
Heading west again in spite of our forecast for its rain
Touching upon such limiting beliefs that I am not worthy
Pointing it out so that I might identify what has been holding me back
In all of this.....
He Forgets
5-28-13
God is able to forget
All that we have done wrong
Meaning to be oblivious to all that is written down in the books
Where all is engraved in the stone of ones mind
Of a conscience that serves as the enemy
Where I can yet rejoice in my everyday struggle
With the thought that his mercies are new every morning
Giving me hope to face the day
And to return to this endeavor
In that God is able to forget forever...
5-28-13
Being as one to stand and deliver
As the full moon wanes into its crescent
Of such a sliver inspired by the first paragraphs that I ingest
Taking them in like the imbibing of sermons that say much
In that with our inner critic we can get back in touch
Being again as one to stand and deliver
According to the lyrics of a song that is brought to memory
In the space and silence before I lay my head down to dream about flying away....
My Limiting Belief
5-28-13
Yesterday I find myself thinking
That I do not deserve any of this
Looking around my apartment room in disbelief
Where my joy is once again taken away by the inner critic
That still serves as the thief
Feeling as if such blessings I could not contain
Heading west again in spite of our forecast for its rain
Touching upon such limiting beliefs that I am not worthy
Pointing it out so that I might identify what has been holding me back
In all of this.....
He Forgets
5-28-13
God is able to forget
All that we have done wrong
Meaning to be oblivious to all that is written down in the books
Where all is engraved in the stone of ones mind
Of a conscience that serves as the enemy
Where I can yet rejoice in my everyday struggle
With the thought that his mercies are new every morning
Giving me hope to face the day
And to return to this endeavor
In that God is able to forget forever...
topiary
Topiary
5-28-13
By the dynamic topiary of the mind
I see that there is much inside of me I am yet to find
Using words found as strange
To incorporate the synapses
That fire together and wire together
Where we make small talk in talking about the weather
Passing the day caressing my facial hair
Allowed to grow out to conduct this experiment of newfangled identity
Yet not according to countenance nor stature
Where God looks upon the heart by the dynamic topiary of the mind....
Instinctual Drive
5-28-13
Self-preservation seems to be to us the strongest of our instinctual drives
Like the libido lying still in the core of ones being
Questioning the probability of past lives
And why we don't remember where we came from
On the road to discovery and recovery
By which the garden of our deeply rooted beliefs yet thrives
Caressing the beard that today I let grow....
Report
5-28-13
Asteroid strikes on our emotional ecology
Are reported on the morning local news
In a dream even before I take that first step of faith out of bed
To fix a cup of coffee and light a smoke
Glad to be given another chance at life
Where God's mercies are new every morning
Setting out again for a literary feast
With my request for a prolific day
Regardless of the weather...
Mental Floss
5-28-13
Brushing memories out of my conscious mind
Like a mental floss of cleansing of pearly whites
Stained by my morning coffee and smoke
Where my stars are once again aligned
For the optimum experience
In the thing that I do here and now
With tablet and pen
Allowing these passions to envelop and unwind
With plaque as my incentive
To make my way straight through today
Into an evening of my binge upon cookies and milk....
5-28-13
By the dynamic topiary of the mind
I see that there is much inside of me I am yet to find
Using words found as strange
To incorporate the synapses
That fire together and wire together
Where we make small talk in talking about the weather
Passing the day caressing my facial hair
Allowed to grow out to conduct this experiment of newfangled identity
Yet not according to countenance nor stature
Where God looks upon the heart by the dynamic topiary of the mind....
Instinctual Drive
5-28-13
Self-preservation seems to be to us the strongest of our instinctual drives
Like the libido lying still in the core of ones being
Questioning the probability of past lives
And why we don't remember where we came from
On the road to discovery and recovery
By which the garden of our deeply rooted beliefs yet thrives
Caressing the beard that today I let grow....
Report
5-28-13
Asteroid strikes on our emotional ecology
Are reported on the morning local news
In a dream even before I take that first step of faith out of bed
To fix a cup of coffee and light a smoke
Glad to be given another chance at life
Where God's mercies are new every morning
Setting out again for a literary feast
With my request for a prolific day
Regardless of the weather...
Mental Floss
5-28-13
Brushing memories out of my conscious mind
Like a mental floss of cleansing of pearly whites
Stained by my morning coffee and smoke
Where my stars are once again aligned
For the optimum experience
In the thing that I do here and now
With tablet and pen
Allowing these passions to envelop and unwind
With plaque as my incentive
To make my way straight through today
Into an evening of my binge upon cookies and milk....
boneset
Boneset
8-5-13
Of fastidious feral feline friends
I confront my shadow once again
To confront my dead ends juxtaposed
In that such appear as parallel
In new ways to go west of my boneset roots that reach deep
Putting such words to their test
By my threescore and seventeen
With no need to know what this can mean
Of fastidious feral feline friends
Of which I set free to see
If they will come back to me....
Quest
8-5-13
Quotidian quests are as bullet proof vests
Where the poet doth pass these tests
In cyclical obstacles that you refine
Almost being three years without my sweet wine
Where my only quota is my quotidian questions to quibble
And juggle my avacados
To devour just the way that they come
To have myself another prolific day
Of such a pen no longer idle
In such diligence of quotidian quests....
Tonic
8-5-13
Of my gentian tonic
I am an addict and a chronic
When it comes to the excess
Where I would rather simply confess than to repent
Seeing it time again to pay my rent
Going tomorrow to where I am sent
Going west again where much money is spent
Of my gentian clusters of such grace
I get much more than what I deserve in the first place...
Wasted
8-5-13
Superfluous bananas are discarded
In the lack of a morning meal
Wherein by such karma
I spin another Monday wheel
Of superfluous portions
More than enough
Where the road ahead is smooth
In that such is rough
Of superfluous serenity
Of which I choose to be content with
No longer chasing the state of my ecstatic pursuits
In that I am satisfied with the simplicity of well being
Just the way that is comes with my Phil on drums....
Unavailing
8-5-13
Enfeebled and wasted
Is my past tense sweet Zinfidel l tried and tasted
By my three year achievement of sobriety
Not the easiest way to walk in new ways of ambling and staggering
Back to the work at hand
In that which I prophesy in part
Enfeebled and wasted
Where deliberated in that I am loved and therefore hated
Where every drop matters of the seed the restless consumer yet scatters
Enfeebled and wasted to serve as the trial yet at hand...
8-5-13
Of fastidious feral feline friends
I confront my shadow once again
To confront my dead ends juxtaposed
In that such appear as parallel
In new ways to go west of my boneset roots that reach deep
Putting such words to their test
By my threescore and seventeen
With no need to know what this can mean
Of fastidious feral feline friends
Of which I set free to see
If they will come back to me....
Quest
8-5-13
Quotidian quests are as bullet proof vests
Where the poet doth pass these tests
In cyclical obstacles that you refine
Almost being three years without my sweet wine
Where my only quota is my quotidian questions to quibble
And juggle my avacados
To devour just the way that they come
To have myself another prolific day
Of such a pen no longer idle
In such diligence of quotidian quests....
Tonic
8-5-13
Of my gentian tonic
I am an addict and a chronic
When it comes to the excess
Where I would rather simply confess than to repent
Seeing it time again to pay my rent
Going tomorrow to where I am sent
Going west again where much money is spent
Of my gentian clusters of such grace
I get much more than what I deserve in the first place...
Wasted
8-5-13
Superfluous bananas are discarded
In the lack of a morning meal
Wherein by such karma
I spin another Monday wheel
Of superfluous portions
More than enough
Where the road ahead is smooth
In that such is rough
Of superfluous serenity
Of which I choose to be content with
No longer chasing the state of my ecstatic pursuits
In that I am satisfied with the simplicity of well being
Just the way that is comes with my Phil on drums....
Unavailing
8-5-13
Enfeebled and wasted
Is my past tense sweet Zinfidel l tried and tasted
By my three year achievement of sobriety
Not the easiest way to walk in new ways of ambling and staggering
Back to the work at hand
In that which I prophesy in part
Enfeebled and wasted
Where deliberated in that I am loved and therefore hated
Where every drop matters of the seed the restless consumer yet scatters
Enfeebled and wasted to serve as the trial yet at hand...
Sunday, December 27, 2015
embark
Embark
8-1-13
Embark upon the melancholy
To be an essential ingredient
Of the mind in times of release
Portrayed in music and literature
So that one may let it all out
And silently shout
To write a rhyme of what it's all about
To nurture all of such unbelief and doubt
Embarking on another
Come of my variance of evolving styles
That constantly under the change
Of my capricious chosen compassion that keeps me intact...
Innocuous
8-1-13
Innocuous smiles are emulated
By these pretenses of the happiness we hope to try to visualize
In times of dreariness
Yet we find that the melancholy has its place in our hearts
When Jesus, even he was a man of sorrows
Where innocuous smiles serve as the illusion
For our choice of today's well being
Difficult to be put here into words
Seeing that such is formless
As something to be savored without due analysis
This is my latest thought of what can be
In another day of deep thought
As the medicine ordered by this great physician
Here, Now and today....
Indention
8-1-13
Of my paragraphs indenting
Of beliefs digressing and dissenting
I find my way in praying for neighbors to find theirs
Coming up on my three years of sobriety
So far, O so successful
expecting not a medal
In that I do it for just the way it is
Seemingly hard to be put into words
Seeing such as the formless
Into the unmanifested of what we cannot grasp
With fleshly senses of paragraphs indenting
And beliefs digressing and dissenting...
8-1-13
Embark upon the melancholy
To be an essential ingredient
Of the mind in times of release
Portrayed in music and literature
So that one may let it all out
And silently shout
To write a rhyme of what it's all about
To nurture all of such unbelief and doubt
Embarking on another
Come of my variance of evolving styles
That constantly under the change
Of my capricious chosen compassion that keeps me intact...
Innocuous
8-1-13
Innocuous smiles are emulated
By these pretenses of the happiness we hope to try to visualize
In times of dreariness
Yet we find that the melancholy has its place in our hearts
When Jesus, even he was a man of sorrows
Where innocuous smiles serve as the illusion
For our choice of today's well being
Difficult to be put here into words
Seeing that such is formless
As something to be savored without due analysis
This is my latest thought of what can be
In another day of deep thought
As the medicine ordered by this great physician
Here, Now and today....
Indention
8-1-13
Of my paragraphs indenting
Of beliefs digressing and dissenting
I find my way in praying for neighbors to find theirs
Coming up on my three years of sobriety
So far, O so successful
expecting not a medal
In that I do it for just the way it is
Seemingly hard to be put into words
Seeing such as the formless
Into the unmanifested of what we cannot grasp
With fleshly senses of paragraphs indenting
And beliefs digressing and dissenting...
gram
Gram
2-18-13
I eat no fat or blood
According to the ordinance
In that I still chew the cud
In hopes to not track in mud
By this perpetual statute
In that I speak well
As the advises that I ought to learn to walk the walk
Serving as another gram of good advises
To be snorted through a rolled up five dollar bill
In a place where even Lincoln gets high
Sprinkling the blood seven more times upon the veil
That no longer divides us....
Double Dog Ear
2-18-13
I double dog ear the page I am to read
To write this composition
As my reminder of being born again
Into the attitude in finding new creative ways
To communicate with my brother
Seemingly contrary to the things I believe
Seeing I am not one to follow suit in such a way
As I smoke another bowl of black Cavendish
To say another prayer and make another wish
Double dog earing the page
Set with the stage of what is yet to be....
Pill Dream
2-18-13
Dividing such asunder
And cutting it in two
Where I would study of such if I were you
As such I will truly be
In lucid dreams of new technology
In that one can download music from an antidepressant tablet
In such a way of fantasy
Where the brightest of minds were laughed at
In the days when the people did and could not know
So I light another incense stick
Dipping in blood my index finger dividing such asunder...
Quoting Black
2-18-13
By the limitation of human understanding
I smoke as if I would die tomorrow
Knowing that all is covered in blood and smoke
To view a track of sunlight on this very page
Putting an idle pen back to work
To make her happy inside of me
Of whom I am yet to meet
With a new hairstyle of a change I had made by my faith.....
2-18-13
I eat no fat or blood
According to the ordinance
In that I still chew the cud
In hopes to not track in mud
By this perpetual statute
In that I speak well
As the advises that I ought to learn to walk the walk
Serving as another gram of good advises
To be snorted through a rolled up five dollar bill
In a place where even Lincoln gets high
Sprinkling the blood seven more times upon the veil
That no longer divides us....
Double Dog Ear
2-18-13
I double dog ear the page I am to read
To write this composition
As my reminder of being born again
Into the attitude in finding new creative ways
To communicate with my brother
Seemingly contrary to the things I believe
Seeing I am not one to follow suit in such a way
As I smoke another bowl of black Cavendish
To say another prayer and make another wish
Double dog earing the page
Set with the stage of what is yet to be....
Pill Dream
2-18-13
Dividing such asunder
And cutting it in two
Where I would study of such if I were you
As such I will truly be
In lucid dreams of new technology
In that one can download music from an antidepressant tablet
In such a way of fantasy
Where the brightest of minds were laughed at
In the days when the people did and could not know
So I light another incense stick
Dipping in blood my index finger dividing such asunder...
Quoting Black
2-18-13
By the limitation of human understanding
I smoke as if I would die tomorrow
Knowing that all is covered in blood and smoke
To view a track of sunlight on this very page
Putting an idle pen back to work
To make her happy inside of me
Of whom I am yet to meet
With a new hairstyle of a change I had made by my faith.....
flank
Flank
2-18-13
Projected are the bastions and flanks
In that in all things today I give thanks
Reading again the book of Leviticus
Discussing the offerings and sacrifices of the blood of bulls and goats
That do not take away sin
Yet are set in place to cleanse the conscience
Hoping to set aside this suspicion
Of a green Ford pickup truck
Of which I set aside
To have a prolific presidents' day
By my candlelight and incense of joy and thanks....
Bowl
2-18-13
Last night my brother was in my head
Telling me to just breathe
Because it is free
Staggering out of bed again for a bowl of black Cavendish
In that I am happy right next to God's manifestation of unmerited favor
Hoping that when the time comes I'll be apt to let go of this attachment
To serve as an obstacle of acceptance
Putting my menagerie and my library back into good use
By the beatific bliss of my percolation and my morning juice....
Rash Choice
2-18-13
I was pondering over and over again
In my bowels of God's mercy
Of how I will learn how to live with my rash choice
To shave off my hair
And how I will present myself
When I return to class
Where the devil tells me I ought to be ashamed
And my Angel says that I should be proud
Willing to accept all commendations
In that it's all good....
On Leviticus 3:4 (check this out)
2-18-13
Of fat and of loins and of caul and of flanks
For notes and for coins
I give my God a million and one thanks
As this peace offering is preferred to be as a male without blemish
In its quality and consistency
Where she tells me to keep my head warm
Viewing on the previous evening a sky of orange and pink
To serve as a new way to predict my storm
Uttering my supplications to slow down a tad
So I can capture my continence
Of mind, of fat and of loins and of caul and of flanks....
2-18-13
Projected are the bastions and flanks
In that in all things today I give thanks
Reading again the book of Leviticus
Discussing the offerings and sacrifices of the blood of bulls and goats
That do not take away sin
Yet are set in place to cleanse the conscience
Hoping to set aside this suspicion
Of a green Ford pickup truck
Of which I set aside
To have a prolific presidents' day
By my candlelight and incense of joy and thanks....
Bowl
2-18-13
Last night my brother was in my head
Telling me to just breathe
Because it is free
Staggering out of bed again for a bowl of black Cavendish
In that I am happy right next to God's manifestation of unmerited favor
Hoping that when the time comes I'll be apt to let go of this attachment
To serve as an obstacle of acceptance
Putting my menagerie and my library back into good use
By the beatific bliss of my percolation and my morning juice....
Rash Choice
2-18-13
I was pondering over and over again
In my bowels of God's mercy
Of how I will learn how to live with my rash choice
To shave off my hair
And how I will present myself
When I return to class
Where the devil tells me I ought to be ashamed
And my Angel says that I should be proud
Willing to accept all commendations
In that it's all good....
On Leviticus 3:4 (check this out)
2-18-13
Of fat and of loins and of caul and of flanks
For notes and for coins
I give my God a million and one thanks
As this peace offering is preferred to be as a male without blemish
In its quality and consistency
Where she tells me to keep my head warm
Viewing on the previous evening a sky of orange and pink
To serve as a new way to predict my storm
Uttering my supplications to slow down a tad
So I can capture my continence
Of mind, of fat and of loins and of caul and of flanks....
bloodwork
Bloodwork
2-18-13
The latest petite lady of my wide awake dreams
Was right across the room
In a blood testing clinic center
In that I know not how to reach out in times such as these
Given the pipe today to pass onto another brother in Jesus
To tell my stories of success
Of the failure that has made me who I am today
Where love is the fuel to get me there
Of which is the here and Now....
Plan Of Faith
2-18-13
I have no plan save my faith
In adjusting the volume with a new philosophy
That there is rest for the righteous
Getting a clean shave
Saluting my passed on Uncle Dave
Bright and early so am I
On another presidents' day
Passing the corn cob pipe to myself
Smoking black Cavendish like it were my weed
Of free choice I have no plan save my faith....
Repute
2-18-13
Of savor and repute
Like Zacharius for a day I go mute
Practicing gesticulations by the quality of sight and sound
Intensifying my perception to my surroundings
Doing today a Metallica session
In taking up an idle pen to make her diligent
Of savor and repute
Given my frankincense and fine flour
To pour oil upon my bald head
To be the eagle yet today to soar...
Second Tome
2-18-13
Embarking on my second tome of the year of thirteen
Suited up in my armor to say all that today I mean
Going green, making the scene and filling my canteen
With the tap water fit to drink of my purification
Hoping to slow down and take a step back
And like a sponge absorb my notations
I'd jot down years ago
As if my history today is here and Now
Embarking on my intercessions
For all that pass on through....
Grief Makes Joy
2-18-13
It only took two minutes of my sacred space and time
To run a vacuum in the hallway
Where my cat kicks up sand
In a place that has brought me much grief
To make possible the joy yet to follow
In the lighting a sandalwood incense
Priced at forty for a dollar
In a market that I frequent
In lucid dreams to log when I again awaken....
2-18-13
The latest petite lady of my wide awake dreams
Was right across the room
In a blood testing clinic center
In that I know not how to reach out in times such as these
Given the pipe today to pass onto another brother in Jesus
To tell my stories of success
Of the failure that has made me who I am today
Where love is the fuel to get me there
Of which is the here and Now....
Plan Of Faith
2-18-13
I have no plan save my faith
In adjusting the volume with a new philosophy
That there is rest for the righteous
Getting a clean shave
Saluting my passed on Uncle Dave
Bright and early so am I
On another presidents' day
Passing the corn cob pipe to myself
Smoking black Cavendish like it were my weed
Of free choice I have no plan save my faith....
Repute
2-18-13
Of savor and repute
Like Zacharius for a day I go mute
Practicing gesticulations by the quality of sight and sound
Intensifying my perception to my surroundings
Doing today a Metallica session
In taking up an idle pen to make her diligent
Of savor and repute
Given my frankincense and fine flour
To pour oil upon my bald head
To be the eagle yet today to soar...
Second Tome
2-18-13
Embarking on my second tome of the year of thirteen
Suited up in my armor to say all that today I mean
Going green, making the scene and filling my canteen
With the tap water fit to drink of my purification
Hoping to slow down and take a step back
And like a sponge absorb my notations
I'd jot down years ago
As if my history today is here and Now
Embarking on my intercessions
For all that pass on through....
Grief Makes Joy
2-18-13
It only took two minutes of my sacred space and time
To run a vacuum in the hallway
Where my cat kicks up sand
In a place that has brought me much grief
To make possible the joy yet to follow
In the lighting a sandalwood incense
Priced at forty for a dollar
In a market that I frequent
In lucid dreams to log when I again awaken....
feedback
Feedback
2-18-13
I don't believe in Valentines the same way everyone else does
Therefore I will not observe it
In that my advocate tries to tell me to walk the walk
And that I only talk the talk
On this presidents' day binge upon dogma and doctrine
Of all that is before my eyes
Glad to have renounced those lies
I believe in this in my own way
And God knows my heart....
Car
2-18-13
By the savor of smell and taste
I try too hard to not make haste
And therefore nothing will go to waste
Where blessed today are the prudent and the chaste
By the savor of touch and of hearing
Driving a black Trans-am
That has her automatic steering
In that I find her beautiful
Just the way that God hath made her....
More Feedback
2-18-13
She says that I speak well
With no known action
This was the feedback on the way back from my blood test
Designed to enlighten my view of the real me
Soon to turn inward and outward to face the music
Of a library and museum in where I dwell
Glad that I have been afflicted
Where we are to burn no leaven with honey
Where oblations are to be seasoned with salt....
2-18-13
I don't believe in Valentines the same way everyone else does
Therefore I will not observe it
In that my advocate tries to tell me to walk the walk
And that I only talk the talk
On this presidents' day binge upon dogma and doctrine
Of all that is before my eyes
Glad to have renounced those lies
I believe in this in my own way
And God knows my heart....
Car
2-18-13
By the savor of smell and taste
I try too hard to not make haste
And therefore nothing will go to waste
Where blessed today are the prudent and the chaste
By the savor of touch and of hearing
Driving a black Trans-am
That has her automatic steering
In that I find her beautiful
Just the way that God hath made her....
More Feedback
2-18-13
She says that I speak well
With no known action
This was the feedback on the way back from my blood test
Designed to enlighten my view of the real me
Soon to turn inward and outward to face the music
Of a library and museum in where I dwell
Glad that I have been afflicted
Where we are to burn no leaven with honey
Where oblations are to be seasoned with salt....
spew
Spew
9-28-13
Looking for Dillard that wrote The Pilgrim At Tinker Creek
Being the first one at the bookshelf
Letting her go first in turning the other cheek
Trying to justify my exploding bottle of Coke
Yet to wake tomorrow
In partaking in my steam and smoke
Waiting for the drops to dry on my living room floor
Taking my brother's advice
To not end up with a whore
Where there is never a darkness so deep
That a candle cannot illuminate...
Prism
9-28-13
There is always a rainbow
In that it just takes a shower
For us to notice such prisms
That appear in such moisture
In the air upon horizons of illumination
Of which I can see through transitional lenses
Specially bought to bring out the resonance
Of all I have been taught
And so I come back over here
And tried to just go back over there
And swallow my pride....
On Mark 2:3
9-29-13
There is one sick of palsy borne of four within me made whole
By the heaven that lies inside of my heart
Where bosoms grow numb
In sitting just this way
Like a Buddha in search of something more
And Hosea taking to wife his whore
Starting over in the minor prophets
Giving birth to this rhyme of reinforcement
Of one sick of palsy borne of four....
On Mark 2:13
9-29-13
Back to my dreamlike scene by the seaside
Where multitudes come to hear my words
If I am willing to swallow my pride
Dreaming of my writings of theatre plays
Giving birth to another masterpiece
With decadent catfish fillets
Back to my dreamlike seaside
Where shells are sold for shillings and shekels
Bought with my pay given freely
As a response to what is already said and done....
9-28-13
Looking for Dillard that wrote The Pilgrim At Tinker Creek
Being the first one at the bookshelf
Letting her go first in turning the other cheek
Trying to justify my exploding bottle of Coke
Yet to wake tomorrow
In partaking in my steam and smoke
Waiting for the drops to dry on my living room floor
Taking my brother's advice
To not end up with a whore
Where there is never a darkness so deep
That a candle cannot illuminate...
Prism
9-28-13
There is always a rainbow
In that it just takes a shower
For us to notice such prisms
That appear in such moisture
In the air upon horizons of illumination
Of which I can see through transitional lenses
Specially bought to bring out the resonance
Of all I have been taught
And so I come back over here
And tried to just go back over there
And swallow my pride....
On Mark 2:3
9-29-13
There is one sick of palsy borne of four within me made whole
By the heaven that lies inside of my heart
Where bosoms grow numb
In sitting just this way
Like a Buddha in search of something more
And Hosea taking to wife his whore
Starting over in the minor prophets
Giving birth to this rhyme of reinforcement
Of one sick of palsy borne of four....
On Mark 2:13
9-29-13
Back to my dreamlike scene by the seaside
Where multitudes come to hear my words
If I am willing to swallow my pride
Dreaming of my writings of theatre plays
Giving birth to another masterpiece
With decadent catfish fillets
Back to my dreamlike seaside
Where shells are sold for shillings and shekels
Bought with my pay given freely
As a response to what is already said and done....
great commandment
Great Commandment
9-28-13
Using my distress to love God with all of my mind
Where the stars shine in the night
As planets are aligned
Wherein by night seasons
My teeth so yet I grind
Observing the great commandment
To love God with all of my soul
Where eating a good breakfast
Will serve as my dream and goal
Remembering last night's dreams
Of going fishing in dark waters
In another plentiful deep and dark hole
Plowing Through
9-28-13
True to myself in my dance of dolor and delight
Plowing my way through
Straight into another mild and pleasant Saturday night
Counting not my hues exterior
In that I am said to be as such white
Terrified of Monday evening
Where I face the marketplace
By faith in fright true to myself
Trying not to overthink
The fixing today of my kitchen sink
To see that we can learn something every day
In another unconventional and creative way
True to myself and given these words to pen and to say....
Fizz
9-28-13
A reckless blunder is made all over my living room floor
Hoping the Coca Cola drops will dry out
Over the next two hours
Of waiting for the storm to blow over
Seeing that I get myself in trouble
In ordering out and paying double
Seeing a need to report this incident
Of my froth and bubble
In this reckless blunder
Serving its purpose
Thankful that such is all that it is....
9-28-13
Using my distress to love God with all of my mind
Where the stars shine in the night
As planets are aligned
Wherein by night seasons
My teeth so yet I grind
Observing the great commandment
To love God with all of my soul
Where eating a good breakfast
Will serve as my dream and goal
Remembering last night's dreams
Of going fishing in dark waters
In another plentiful deep and dark hole
Plowing Through
9-28-13
True to myself in my dance of dolor and delight
Plowing my way through
Straight into another mild and pleasant Saturday night
Counting not my hues exterior
In that I am said to be as such white
Terrified of Monday evening
Where I face the marketplace
By faith in fright true to myself
Trying not to overthink
The fixing today of my kitchen sink
To see that we can learn something every day
In another unconventional and creative way
True to myself and given these words to pen and to say....
Fizz
9-28-13
A reckless blunder is made all over my living room floor
Hoping the Coca Cola drops will dry out
Over the next two hours
Of waiting for the storm to blow over
Seeing that I get myself in trouble
In ordering out and paying double
Seeing a need to report this incident
Of my froth and bubble
In this reckless blunder
Serving its purpose
Thankful that such is all that it is....
Saturday, December 26, 2015
opportunity
Opportunity
9-28-13
Coming to appreciate the who I am
And the what I've got
To savor that which is
According to that which is not
No more lukewarm to be as cold and hot
To know that my label is not my identity
But an opportunity to yet overcome
Playing Springsteen archives
To zero in on the beat of the drum
Passing the day in just this
Bathed and clean
And far from filthy still and numb....
On Matthew 21:22
9-28-13
All things you ask, believing
You shall receive
Where I am yet to rejoice in things of which I grieve
To celebrate even the melancholy
Getting back in there
Where Coca Cola serves as my Molly
She was the inspiration of trying times of scoring my cup of joe
With my dollars and dimes
Costing one-ten for a twenty ouncer
In dreams of when I would return...
Solid Poetry Day
9-28-13
Many are called but few are chosen
Melting my icicles that were yesterday once frozen
Getting back in there with my nostalgia and authenticity
Passing the day with a minimum amount of electricity
after a solid day of tasting hip hop shakes
Returning to my roots of all of the music that it makes
Chugging back my Coca Cola
Making this track in three more takes
Where my practice makes perfect
Like spiritual earthquakes....
9-28-13
Coming to appreciate the who I am
And the what I've got
To savor that which is
According to that which is not
No more lukewarm to be as cold and hot
To know that my label is not my identity
But an opportunity to yet overcome
Playing Springsteen archives
To zero in on the beat of the drum
Passing the day in just this
Bathed and clean
And far from filthy still and numb....
On Matthew 21:22
9-28-13
All things you ask, believing
You shall receive
Where I am yet to rejoice in things of which I grieve
To celebrate even the melancholy
Getting back in there
Where Coca Cola serves as my Molly
She was the inspiration of trying times of scoring my cup of joe
With my dollars and dimes
Costing one-ten for a twenty ouncer
In dreams of when I would return...
Solid Poetry Day
9-28-13
Many are called but few are chosen
Melting my icicles that were yesterday once frozen
Getting back in there with my nostalgia and authenticity
Passing the day with a minimum amount of electricity
after a solid day of tasting hip hop shakes
Returning to my roots of all of the music that it makes
Chugging back my Coca Cola
Making this track in three more takes
Where my practice makes perfect
Like spiritual earthquakes....
leaven
Leaven
9-28-13
Savoring inhalations
As if they were my first and last
Playing Springsteen archives
To confront the shadows of my past
Departing into my Magdala and her coasts
Humbling myself in the matter by which the bible scholar boasts
Holding my breath for the count of five
To serve as the reason why I'm glad today to be alive
Yet to beware of the leaven
Yet to rise in ovens of constant change
Loathed by those whom yet take comfort in what is more of the same...
On Matthew 14:24
9-28-13
Walking on water by the fourth watch
In dreams of falling off the wagon
By way of Coke and scotch
On my Springsteen Sabbath of sorts
By which the poet of the day yet exhorts
With thirteen pages already written
Come the hour of ten
Walking on water by which they would not believe
Save in seeing such a sight
Subtle in the eyes of he whom still seeks.....
Gospel Of Me
9-28-13
According to the gospel of my middle name
I hold the pen of such ringmasters with a want to yet tame
Drunk on my sobriety
Being not on the top of my game
According to the notes to which I refer
Going back to those memories of her
Drawing nigh with my mouth
Hoping to bring my heart closer to this available light
According to the gospel of my middle name
To make my way straight through the day into the night.....
On Matthew 16:11,12
9-28-13
Not of bread but of doctrine
Not just in my head
Such teachings are of they are to which I have been led
Looking upon what Jesus has been through when he bled
To help one carry on and make the scene
In just being here and now
Where the dogs eat the fragments that fall from the table
According to what he whom attends doth vow
Not of bread but of doctrine
To beware of the leaven
Rising in the dough of delight....
9-28-13
Savoring inhalations
As if they were my first and last
Playing Springsteen archives
To confront the shadows of my past
Departing into my Magdala and her coasts
Humbling myself in the matter by which the bible scholar boasts
Holding my breath for the count of five
To serve as the reason why I'm glad today to be alive
Yet to beware of the leaven
Yet to rise in ovens of constant change
Loathed by those whom yet take comfort in what is more of the same...
On Matthew 14:24
9-28-13
Walking on water by the fourth watch
In dreams of falling off the wagon
By way of Coke and scotch
On my Springsteen Sabbath of sorts
By which the poet of the day yet exhorts
With thirteen pages already written
Come the hour of ten
Walking on water by which they would not believe
Save in seeing such a sight
Subtle in the eyes of he whom still seeks.....
Gospel Of Me
9-28-13
According to the gospel of my middle name
I hold the pen of such ringmasters with a want to yet tame
Drunk on my sobriety
Being not on the top of my game
According to the notes to which I refer
Going back to those memories of her
Drawing nigh with my mouth
Hoping to bring my heart closer to this available light
According to the gospel of my middle name
To make my way straight through the day into the night.....
On Matthew 16:11,12
9-28-13
Not of bread but of doctrine
Not just in my head
Such teachings are of they are to which I have been led
Looking upon what Jesus has been through when he bled
To help one carry on and make the scene
In just being here and now
Where the dogs eat the fragments that fall from the table
According to what he whom attends doth vow
Not of bread but of doctrine
To beware of the leaven
Rising in the dough of delight....
bless
Bless
5-28-13
Bless the Lord, O my soul
And all that is within me
In the recitation of such a prayer into my microphone
Of which is real in that such I can hear and see
Bless the Lord, O my soul
O, I must say to the Spirit that dwells within
In preparation of stretching before a run
Where doubt in oneself is as the sin
Bless the Lord, O my soul
Wherein I rejoice in all weakness today as I go....
Warmup
5-28-13
David warms up again
Is Psalm one hundred three
Taking up the pen that today is an extension of me
Where my request today is a prolific day
In the writings of all I can touch and see
Wherein the body is within the mind of heavenly realms
Where one does battle with the sword
That once again I would find in the depths of my soul
Wherein is consciousness and Being
Like a feast on this night
Is not denied...
Seat
5-28-13
Praying today with both thoughts and emotions
Where by the pen I embark upon delectable devotions
With the readiness of a willing pen
Like a river leading to deeper oceans
Seemingly unable to contain the zeal and fervor of a hand that clenches the fist
And enthusiasm of my hunger and thirst
After the righteousness that is not my own
In the company of my Maker
And therefore never left all alone....
5-28-13
Bless the Lord, O my soul
And all that is within me
In the recitation of such a prayer into my microphone
Of which is real in that such I can hear and see
Bless the Lord, O my soul
O, I must say to the Spirit that dwells within
In preparation of stretching before a run
Where doubt in oneself is as the sin
Bless the Lord, O my soul
Wherein I rejoice in all weakness today as I go....
Warmup
5-28-13
David warms up again
Is Psalm one hundred three
Taking up the pen that today is an extension of me
Where my request today is a prolific day
In the writings of all I can touch and see
Wherein the body is within the mind of heavenly realms
Where one does battle with the sword
That once again I would find in the depths of my soul
Wherein is consciousness and Being
Like a feast on this night
Is not denied...
Seat
5-28-13
Praying today with both thoughts and emotions
Where by the pen I embark upon delectable devotions
With the readiness of a willing pen
Like a river leading to deeper oceans
Seemingly unable to contain the zeal and fervor of a hand that clenches the fist
And enthusiasm of my hunger and thirst
After the righteousness that is not my own
In the company of my Maker
And therefore never left all alone....
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Gilead
Gilead
5-8-13
Anointed with such curative balm
Of this oil of gladness
Upon the hill of witness
Where we all have much to contribute
To such a congregation
That today I believe that God has been preparing my heart for
In such a way with curative balm
Of this Gilead within
To write such a beautiful composition
To help me to believe in its existence
That is and is yet to be....
Conversation
5-8-13
My conversation with Jesus inside of me
Consists of the poems written here
Doing nothing for three days straight
Save the reading of the Psalms
When my brother arrives home
As I am washed in the water of the word
With academic skills quite rusty
Yet anointed with the oil of gladness
In all of this
Where I am ready in my heart
For the shift of the consciousness at hand
If it needs be in such a way
Where I will lean upon this rock of mine salvation....
Not Forsaken
5-8-13
God doth not leave nor forsake me
In all of this
Where I learn later on which is Now
To reach a fresh state of bliss
That is deep within
By which my brethren I give an holy kiss
In that God will not abandon my soul
Nor let me see corruption
Experiencing emotion to the extremes
In what I can see, taste, touch and hear
Where love and reverential trust
Will be the form of such fear....
Another Run On Sentence
5-9-13
Publishing in Decapolis great things in dreams halfway recalled of last night's rest from all works
Considering the county of the Gadarines coming to the other side of such a sea
Deep, dark and vast in that I hope to make the morning coffee last....
5-8-13
Anointed with such curative balm
Of this oil of gladness
Upon the hill of witness
Where we all have much to contribute
To such a congregation
That today I believe that God has been preparing my heart for
In such a way with curative balm
Of this Gilead within
To write such a beautiful composition
To help me to believe in its existence
That is and is yet to be....
Conversation
5-8-13
My conversation with Jesus inside of me
Consists of the poems written here
Doing nothing for three days straight
Save the reading of the Psalms
When my brother arrives home
As I am washed in the water of the word
With academic skills quite rusty
Yet anointed with the oil of gladness
In all of this
Where I am ready in my heart
For the shift of the consciousness at hand
If it needs be in such a way
Where I will lean upon this rock of mine salvation....
Not Forsaken
5-8-13
God doth not leave nor forsake me
In all of this
Where I learn later on which is Now
To reach a fresh state of bliss
That is deep within
By which my brethren I give an holy kiss
In that God will not abandon my soul
Nor let me see corruption
Experiencing emotion to the extremes
In what I can see, taste, touch and hear
Where love and reverential trust
Will be the form of such fear....
Another Run On Sentence
5-9-13
Publishing in Decapolis great things in dreams halfway recalled of last night's rest from all works
Considering the county of the Gadarines coming to the other side of such a sea
Deep, dark and vast in that I hope to make the morning coffee last....
preparation
Preparation
5-8-13
Making ready my Passover of tomorrow's ascension
According to the calendar that hangs on my kitchen west wall
To be as a sign of my hopes for a future
In speaking out about what I have been taught
In the solitude behind these walls
Too long in exile
According to my muse
Of Van, the man at the chime of two
Once again yet to take up my other pen
So that she won't need be idle
In my time of plenty....
Testimony
5-8-13
Yet to seek out the lily of the testimony
To go again in dreams to my own valley of Salt
Where many are to be slain for the cause
To me in a figurative sense
Where yet to die is gain
And to live is Christ
Feeling as if I am to be appointed
As prophet and poet and scholar
Yet not to glory in such an honor
Above that which is already written there
Later on breaking out the dark roast Foldiers
That indeed nurse all valiant soldiers....
Alchemy
5-8-13
Thirty pieces of silver
So were the price of blood
To know that when I stay indoors
Today I won't track in mud
Yet to travel in this imagination of recollection of last night's dreams
Of rolling down steep hills
Upon wheels of my karma and Zen
To wake to beautiful music yet silent
Playing deep down in a soul of the serenity at hand
Taking up the Philosopher's stone to turn this lead into gold
And such brass into platinum
With all that I know what to do with it today
Devoted to rhyme and verse....
Manna Is Enough
5-8-13
Today, O my brother
Manna is enough
And I must say that indeed
I really love this stuff
As the substance in the form of words
Of the Spirit without form in itself
Halfway through my day
With nothing in my stomach save my morning coffee
And a quart of cold tap water
Hoping to cleanse my blood of all such dross
Seeing my gain to be in any of such loss
And if this is all that I do
Then indeed I do well....
5-8-13
Making ready my Passover of tomorrow's ascension
According to the calendar that hangs on my kitchen west wall
To be as a sign of my hopes for a future
In speaking out about what I have been taught
In the solitude behind these walls
Too long in exile
According to my muse
Of Van, the man at the chime of two
Once again yet to take up my other pen
So that she won't need be idle
In my time of plenty....
Testimony
5-8-13
Yet to seek out the lily of the testimony
To go again in dreams to my own valley of Salt
Where many are to be slain for the cause
To me in a figurative sense
Where yet to die is gain
And to live is Christ
Feeling as if I am to be appointed
As prophet and poet and scholar
Yet not to glory in such an honor
Above that which is already written there
Later on breaking out the dark roast Foldiers
That indeed nurse all valiant soldiers....
Alchemy
5-8-13
Thirty pieces of silver
So were the price of blood
To know that when I stay indoors
Today I won't track in mud
Yet to travel in this imagination of recollection of last night's dreams
Of rolling down steep hills
Upon wheels of my karma and Zen
To wake to beautiful music yet silent
Playing deep down in a soul of the serenity at hand
Taking up the Philosopher's stone to turn this lead into gold
And such brass into platinum
With all that I know what to do with it today
Devoted to rhyme and verse....
Manna Is Enough
5-8-13
Today, O my brother
Manna is enough
And I must say that indeed
I really love this stuff
As the substance in the form of words
Of the Spirit without form in itself
Halfway through my day
With nothing in my stomach save my morning coffee
And a quart of cold tap water
Hoping to cleanse my blood of all such dross
Seeing my gain to be in any of such loss
And if this is all that I do
Then indeed I do well....
fig
Fig
5-8-13
In knowing that summer is nigh
I give God thanks for my air conditioners
In leaving out a sigh
Still having those dreams where I learn how to fly
In no further need to inquire of truth or even ask why
As such a branch puts forth her green leaves
To serve me as the sign that indeed summer is coming
And that it is written that all of this is yours and mine
Learning again the parable of the fig tree
To prove that indeed
He whom loves his neighbor truly is free....
Foil Not
5-8-13
Allowing not such a verse to foil my mind
In such misrepresentation
That is by nature one according to the flesh
In its callow state of such growth
Where I have not yet apprehended
Allowing not such a verse to say what threw me for a loop
Upon that afternoon of idleness yet diligent
By way of pen
Where I turn down a proposition
To go to the coffee house
When I already had enough on my own....
Assembly
5-8-13
Yet assembled are elders, scribes and priests
By which all intercessions for them serve as my hourly feasts
Of delving into the Scriptures as my lot in life to be the mission
Of roving eyes that yet traverse
And when in doubt of what it could mean
I move on to the next verse
To fill me in on what and where I have been lacking....
On Psalm 56, 57
5-8-13
Yet to seek out the silent dove in distant lands
To serve as my sweet mystery set to the Psalm I read
For inspiration to write what my heart knows in the here and Now
Of my riches I already know in such gratitude
Yet to seek out a song entitled
Do not destroy
To set the tone of such a Psalm
I study today to fill in these empty spaces
In my solitude of exile
I take up for the cause of all of this...
5-8-13
In knowing that summer is nigh
I give God thanks for my air conditioners
In leaving out a sigh
Still having those dreams where I learn how to fly
In no further need to inquire of truth or even ask why
As such a branch puts forth her green leaves
To serve me as the sign that indeed summer is coming
And that it is written that all of this is yours and mine
Learning again the parable of the fig tree
To prove that indeed
He whom loves his neighbor truly is free....
Foil Not
5-8-13
Allowing not such a verse to foil my mind
In such misrepresentation
That is by nature one according to the flesh
In its callow state of such growth
Where I have not yet apprehended
Allowing not such a verse to say what threw me for a loop
Upon that afternoon of idleness yet diligent
By way of pen
Where I turn down a proposition
To go to the coffee house
When I already had enough on my own....
Assembly
5-8-13
Yet assembled are elders, scribes and priests
By which all intercessions for them serve as my hourly feasts
Of delving into the Scriptures as my lot in life to be the mission
Of roving eyes that yet traverse
And when in doubt of what it could mean
I move on to the next verse
To fill me in on what and where I have been lacking....
On Psalm 56, 57
5-8-13
Yet to seek out the silent dove in distant lands
To serve as my sweet mystery set to the Psalm I read
For inspiration to write what my heart knows in the here and Now
Of my riches I already know in such gratitude
Yet to seek out a song entitled
Do not destroy
To set the tone of such a Psalm
I study today to fill in these empty spaces
In my solitude of exile
I take up for the cause of all of this...
law
Law
5-8-13
The entire law so hangs upon the love we hope and wish to practice
By any such way we might already know
Where blue and black are the main hues of my writings
Here to be as my harp to praise my God in any such way that I know
How reflecting on last night's dreams of going down a steep hill at great speeds
Where I would trust my God that met would be all wants and needs
Where the entire law so hangs on love....
On Matthew 23:12
5-8-13
He whom humbles himself will be exalted
Where we sit together at meat
And our loin will be abundantly salted
Where today I am very much both asleep and awake
Where this word I read will serve as my steak in fasting and prayer
In that I grow out again my hair
Where many try to make clean the outside of one's vessel
To but fit in with the rest of the flock of such lost sheep
Breaking away so that one may go deep
He whom exalts himself will be abased
In that one can rejoice when he does weep....
Delivered
5-8-13
Today I liken myself as Daniel
Knowing that I am delivered from the den of lions
Before I even see it in such a way
That I know I will come out of it like I did many times before
Where God has his lot even for the gambler and the whore
In that we are given consolation even in seasons of war
Knowing that his wisdom will always be right there
And that there is always more
In that today I liken myself
To one that indeed is delivered....
5-8-13
The entire law so hangs upon the love we hope and wish to practice
By any such way we might already know
Where blue and black are the main hues of my writings
Here to be as my harp to praise my God in any such way that I know
How reflecting on last night's dreams of going down a steep hill at great speeds
Where I would trust my God that met would be all wants and needs
Where the entire law so hangs on love....
On Matthew 23:12
5-8-13
He whom humbles himself will be exalted
Where we sit together at meat
And our loin will be abundantly salted
Where today I am very much both asleep and awake
Where this word I read will serve as my steak in fasting and prayer
In that I grow out again my hair
Where many try to make clean the outside of one's vessel
To but fit in with the rest of the flock of such lost sheep
Breaking away so that one may go deep
He whom exalts himself will be abased
In that one can rejoice when he does weep....
Delivered
5-8-13
Today I liken myself as Daniel
Knowing that I am delivered from the den of lions
Before I even see it in such a way
That I know I will come out of it like I did many times before
Where God has his lot even for the gambler and the whore
In that we are given consolation even in seasons of war
Knowing that his wisdom will always be right there
And that there is always more
In that today I liken myself
To one that indeed is delivered....
devotion
Devotion
5-8-13
These days my life is devoted to Scripture study
As my only tale and quota of bricks that make up the wall
That I still tend to hide behind
Where such Scripture serves as nourishment
For my soul and mind
In that I find
That the truth is just as well quite kind
When indeed we can grasp it
With earthly senses by this available light
Where I practice joy
In any way I might know how...
Frozen Coke
5-8-13
Many are called but few are chosen
Where I invest a dollar
For a Coca Cola that is frozen
Reflecting on the last time I had one of these
Given my case of such brain freeze
Observing my black shirt upon which my seed is spilled
In last night of my sin to but heal
And so that I might rest my head to dream of my avarice
In pursuit of such music that I already have in my collection
Where many are called and few are chosen...
Foal
5-8-13
Mounting again my foal
In the setting of a measurable goal
I change the pen I use for the fruit of today's labor
In devotions seeing where so meet my thoughts with emotions
To yet find the wisdom of the middle ground
Audible to those with an open mind to new ideas
And thoughts to jot down here upon these pages of my testimony
Mounting again my foal to set again my measurable goal....
5-8-13
These days my life is devoted to Scripture study
As my only tale and quota of bricks that make up the wall
That I still tend to hide behind
Where such Scripture serves as nourishment
For my soul and mind
In that I find
That the truth is just as well quite kind
When indeed we can grasp it
With earthly senses by this available light
Where I practice joy
In any way I might know how...
Frozen Coke
5-8-13
Many are called but few are chosen
Where I invest a dollar
For a Coca Cola that is frozen
Reflecting on the last time I had one of these
Given my case of such brain freeze
Observing my black shirt upon which my seed is spilled
In last night of my sin to but heal
And so that I might rest my head to dream of my avarice
In pursuit of such music that I already have in my collection
Where many are called and few are chosen...
Foal
5-8-13
Mounting again my foal
In the setting of a measurable goal
I change the pen I use for the fruit of today's labor
In devotions seeing where so meet my thoughts with emotions
To yet find the wisdom of the middle ground
Audible to those with an open mind to new ideas
And thoughts to jot down here upon these pages of my testimony
Mounting again my foal to set again my measurable goal....
rind
Rind
5-24-13
Beneath my hypanthium lies the true essence
Of what I will find when I choose to delve and dig
Even deeper to penetrate the rind of my proverbial mango
O, so juicy that she is
In a need to wash my hands
Following my removing of my hypanthium
Of the joy that I choose
Where indeed I win the moment that I lose...
Fresh
5-28-13
By perspiration is my inspiration
Of that which is fresh anew
Being not oblivious of what I already have
Where the green on the horizon meets the ocean blue
Reading the same passage once again
To see something new
Leaning on the rock of my salvation
Whom is known today of few
Where God forgets our iniquities
To pardon what we still do....
All Belongs To Him
5-28-13
The thankful heart is yet to declare and reply
That it all belongs to the eye high in the sky
Where we need not ask why
Which would serve as our white lie
In that I pray for a prolific day
And to be shown again the Way
And to be given the proper words to say
In that the thankful heart knows
That we need not lock anything up today....
5-24-13
Beneath my hypanthium lies the true essence
Of what I will find when I choose to delve and dig
Even deeper to penetrate the rind of my proverbial mango
O, so juicy that she is
In a need to wash my hands
Following my removing of my hypanthium
Of the joy that I choose
Where indeed I win the moment that I lose...
Fresh
5-28-13
By perspiration is my inspiration
Of that which is fresh anew
Being not oblivious of what I already have
Where the green on the horizon meets the ocean blue
Reading the same passage once again
To see something new
Leaning on the rock of my salvation
Whom is known today of few
Where God forgets our iniquities
To pardon what we still do....
All Belongs To Him
5-28-13
The thankful heart is yet to declare and reply
That it all belongs to the eye high in the sky
Where we need not ask why
Which would serve as our white lie
In that I pray for a prolific day
And to be shown again the Way
And to be given the proper words to say
In that the thankful heart knows
That we need not lock anything up today....
eggplant
Eggplant
5-24-13
By my Jordan river
Is my cradle of civilization
Known to me as my fertile crescent
Where it all begins again
Following my devouring of my fried eggplant
With a minimum anointing of the cooking oil at hand
Where I have joy in being One to come to understand
Yeah, this is my lot and I am happy with it...
Freewill
5-24-13
By my disambiguation
I am given the freewill
To choose what to do with myself
Tonight in that I dedicate my seed to the soil
That yet sullies my soul with serenity
By my disambiguation in my deep study
And learning that makes me what I am
In this beautiful illusion of what we think we can see in this
Given my disambiguation
Yet not to seek out states of entelechy
Or even bliss....
Gold
5-24-13
Given my epiphany of my latest discovery
Of Jerry Garcia box sets
In my television cabinet
Like finding my gold
In my San Francisco dig
Wherein I am the collector
Porcine and avaricious like the pig
Given my epiphany
Of just how much money
I have spent on this
As my divine investment of insight
Into that which is infinite
In just what it is to be me....
5-24-13
By my Jordan river
Is my cradle of civilization
Known to me as my fertile crescent
Where it all begins again
Following my devouring of my fried eggplant
With a minimum anointing of the cooking oil at hand
Where I have joy in being One to come to understand
Yeah, this is my lot and I am happy with it...
Freewill
5-24-13
By my disambiguation
I am given the freewill
To choose what to do with myself
Tonight in that I dedicate my seed to the soil
That yet sullies my soul with serenity
By my disambiguation in my deep study
And learning that makes me what I am
In this beautiful illusion of what we think we can see in this
Given my disambiguation
Yet not to seek out states of entelechy
Or even bliss....
Gold
5-24-13
Given my epiphany of my latest discovery
Of Jerry Garcia box sets
In my television cabinet
Like finding my gold
In my San Francisco dig
Wherein I am the collector
Porcine and avaricious like the pig
Given my epiphany
Of just how much money
I have spent on this
As my divine investment of insight
Into that which is infinite
In just what it is to be me....
opsiomath
Opsimath
5-24-13
Rather than to curse the dark
I turn on a light
To yet illuminate on my opsimathic pursuits
In that I continue in all of this
Like a profession of turning wood and stubble into gold
Like a grown man reunited with a favorite plaything
Of his childhood belonging to the God
Who gives me today all things
In the opsimathy of what I can touch and see....
My Copper Age
5-24-13
In my chalcolithic times
I have written many metallurgic rhymes
To the thrashing beat I would observe
As another technique of my praise
To God whom did not pay mind to the things I believed then
In my freewill where I choose to present my alms in secret
In the suffering that no one needed to know about
In my chalcolithic times
Wherein I tossed aside all copper coins
To those willing to pick them up off the ground....
5-24-13
Rather than to curse the dark
I turn on a light
To yet illuminate on my opsimathic pursuits
In that I continue in all of this
Like a profession of turning wood and stubble into gold
Like a grown man reunited with a favorite plaything
Of his childhood belonging to the God
Who gives me today all things
In the opsimathy of what I can touch and see....
My Copper Age
5-24-13
In my chalcolithic times
I have written many metallurgic rhymes
To the thrashing beat I would observe
As another technique of my praise
To God whom did not pay mind to the things I believed then
In my freewill where I choose to present my alms in secret
In the suffering that no one needed to know about
In my chalcolithic times
Wherein I tossed aside all copper coins
To those willing to pick them up off the ground....
munificent
Munificent
5-24-13
Munificence is greatly appreciated on street corners
Where I give to those that ask
Without a further need to veil or mask
In munificence by my left hand
Reaching into my pockets and quite happy
To in all of this knowing what it was to be
One to want where munificence is comely
And therefore an act of charity on my corner
Where it all begins again....
Swig
5-24-13
Remembering dreams of a conversion to Roman Catholicism
By the acceptance of such a harlot condoned
Within the confounds of the flesh
Quite beautiful in that of which such appears
Like a cleansing of the palate
And wine to drink like love to cast out fears
Just so I could write this poem
To be a blessing to you today.....
Betrothal
5-24-13
Today I accept knowledge as my mistress
Of wide awake wet dreams self fulfilled
Later this evening in these affections
Adulterated by Scripture
Where I can analyze night visions
Of going back to work at those markets
Where I find my turnips
Beloved in being eaten raw
Where love will always be the higher law
Accepting knowledge as my mistress
Like the kinswoman to which I cleave....
5-24-13
Munificence is greatly appreciated on street corners
Where I give to those that ask
Without a further need to veil or mask
In munificence by my left hand
Reaching into my pockets and quite happy
To in all of this knowing what it was to be
One to want where munificence is comely
And therefore an act of charity on my corner
Where it all begins again....
Swig
5-24-13
Remembering dreams of a conversion to Roman Catholicism
By the acceptance of such a harlot condoned
Within the confounds of the flesh
Quite beautiful in that of which such appears
Like a cleansing of the palate
And wine to drink like love to cast out fears
Just so I could write this poem
To be a blessing to you today.....
Betrothal
5-24-13
Today I accept knowledge as my mistress
Of wide awake wet dreams self fulfilled
Later this evening in these affections
Adulterated by Scripture
Where I can analyze night visions
Of going back to work at those markets
Where I find my turnips
Beloved in being eaten raw
Where love will always be the higher law
Accepting knowledge as my mistress
Like the kinswoman to which I cleave....
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Clay
Clay
5-24-13
O, of earth, soil, clay and clod
Much is to be made today
Of our good One, God
Still digging trying to find it
Wherein given new sight
Are the eyes that only seemed to be but blind
In that we are given insight
So that we can but mind it
Carrying off her spoil with great plunder
Soon to practice acceptance
To the crash of thunder
O, of earth, soil clay and clod
By which we can come to know our One good God....
Sword
5-24-13
Against our Egypt
We draw our sword wielded
As the weapon of love
In the book of our One good Lord
In that it ought to be more to us
Than merely an ornamentation
Of coffee tables that were once my altar
Of remembrances in dark and bright times
Wherein I'd sit up all night
To worship, read and write
Of which made me what I am today
Where yet against my Egypt
I wield this love that covers a multitude of sin....
Jigger
5-24-13
Still I dream of jiggers
Of whiskey that I never tasted
Seeing there is a reason for it all
In that nothing is wasted
Yet to nourish and to fertilize the ground below
To see that there is O, so much more
For us as scholars to come to know
Converting such jiggers to our notorious ounces
To be as the commodity of choice
That the creature of habit renounces....
5-24-13
O, of earth, soil, clay and clod
Much is to be made today
Of our good One, God
Still digging trying to find it
Wherein given new sight
Are the eyes that only seemed to be but blind
In that we are given insight
So that we can but mind it
Carrying off her spoil with great plunder
Soon to practice acceptance
To the crash of thunder
O, of earth, soil clay and clod
By which we can come to know our One good God....
Sword
5-24-13
Against our Egypt
We draw our sword wielded
As the weapon of love
In the book of our One good Lord
In that it ought to be more to us
Than merely an ornamentation
Of coffee tables that were once my altar
Of remembrances in dark and bright times
Wherein I'd sit up all night
To worship, read and write
Of which made me what I am today
Where yet against my Egypt
I wield this love that covers a multitude of sin....
Jigger
5-24-13
Still I dream of jiggers
Of whiskey that I never tasted
Seeing there is a reason for it all
In that nothing is wasted
Yet to nourish and to fertilize the ground below
To see that there is O, so much more
For us as scholars to come to know
Converting such jiggers to our notorious ounces
To be as the commodity of choice
That the creature of habit renounces....
rich
Rich While In Debt
11-13-15
Elijah, my God is Jehovah
Elisha, to whom God is salvation
On the aging seclusion
We'll open his eyes
And he will look down upon us
You have something someone else wants
Go on out there and share the good news
Of this Christ in the four hundred and eightieth year after
In the month of Zin
Yes, we will live
We use his name in debt
He stood by the land of Gennesaret
And soon I'll be out for another cigarette
Stemming from a competitive spirit
My racing steed is elated
In that he is again created
Unwarranted criticism
Is most often based on jealousy....
Paper Jam Acceptance Speech
11-13-15
Seeing a need to accept the setback of a paper jam
An opportunity to write something new
Back to the book
I cram for the exam
And cease and desist
Of grinding at the mill
Under skies of blue
To do: celebrate other people's victories
As if they were mine
In Old Testament times slingers
I give God thanks that at least my blog works
As it should when an enemy attacked a city
The first priority was to pry the stones off the wall
That was protecting such a city
And sling stones into their wells to clog them
Those who are well have no need for a physician
Accept that paper jam....
11-13-15
Elijah, my God is Jehovah
Elisha, to whom God is salvation
On the aging seclusion
We'll open his eyes
And he will look down upon us
You have something someone else wants
Go on out there and share the good news
Of this Christ in the four hundred and eightieth year after
In the month of Zin
Yes, we will live
We use his name in debt
He stood by the land of Gennesaret
And soon I'll be out for another cigarette
Stemming from a competitive spirit
My racing steed is elated
In that he is again created
Unwarranted criticism
Is most often based on jealousy....
Paper Jam Acceptance Speech
11-13-15
Seeing a need to accept the setback of a paper jam
An opportunity to write something new
Back to the book
I cram for the exam
And cease and desist
Of grinding at the mill
Under skies of blue
To do: celebrate other people's victories
As if they were mine
In Old Testament times slingers
I give God thanks that at least my blog works
As it should when an enemy attacked a city
The first priority was to pry the stones off the wall
That was protecting such a city
And sling stones into their wells to clog them
Those who are well have no need for a physician
Accept that paper jam....
Adoniram
Adoniram
11-13-15
None cleansed except Naaman the Syrian
In the region of Sidon
To a woman who was a widow
I will do all that you desire
Concerning cedar and cypress logs
Gazing at my lollipop ornament
Six feet above my warm carpet
A good place for my cat to take refuge
Today in all consolation
Seek and you will find truth in your mind
Raising up a labor force
Of thirty thousand men
And seventy thousand carried burdens
For my pen today
I will tell them all about Jesus
In the here and now
As if it were the there and then
He has sent me to heal the brokenhearted....
Quarry Revisited
11-13-15
By the public ministry of the Son of man
To the triumphal entry
Eighty thousand quarry stones in the mountains
And three thousand three hundred chiefs
Supervise the people in their work
The temple is begun
All songs are to be sung
Thank you, live London
To train the minds to see the good
Even in the treacherous to do
In any state be therewith content
And no such unwarranted criticism
By the excrement bubbles
Another sting operation
The least of my troubles
Stemming from a competitive spirit...
11-13-15
None cleansed except Naaman the Syrian
In the region of Sidon
To a woman who was a widow
I will do all that you desire
Concerning cedar and cypress logs
Gazing at my lollipop ornament
Six feet above my warm carpet
A good place for my cat to take refuge
Today in all consolation
Seek and you will find truth in your mind
Raising up a labor force
Of thirty thousand men
And seventy thousand carried burdens
For my pen today
I will tell them all about Jesus
In the here and now
As if it were the there and then
He has sent me to heal the brokenhearted....
Quarry Revisited
11-13-15
By the public ministry of the Son of man
To the triumphal entry
Eighty thousand quarry stones in the mountains
And three thousand three hundred chiefs
Supervise the people in their work
The temple is begun
All songs are to be sung
Thank you, live London
To train the minds to see the good
Even in the treacherous to do
In any state be therewith content
And no such unwarranted criticism
By the excrement bubbles
Another sting operation
The least of my troubles
Stemming from a competitive spirit...
Friday, December 18, 2015
R.A.S.
R.A.S.
11-13-15
A song about everything
Our reticular activating systems of chance
Another Geddy Lee lyric
They still want me to do the dance
Where the negative affects one much less
It's time to cool the engines
And to strengthen the things that remain
To proclaim liberty to the captives
And recovery of sight to the blind
When you smile it is a sermon of itself
Such a function which our mind eliminates the thoughts
And impulses deemed unnecessary
God paint my door today with your blood
And have me to live in Goshen
For the thought that sparks the emotion
To proclaim the year acceptable
As Jesus calls his first disciples...
My Holiday (Another Project)
11-13-15
Today's my day
Friday the thirteenth
And my name is Jason
Another project mainly for the carpenter and mason
I already said this
To say that indeed I am
Sitting down to teach what I've been taught
Another side shoulder on the right side of our temple
Which is Christ specially priced
A faithful server doesn't charge me for the flavor shot
For peace between Solomon and Hiram
Twenty thousand kors of wheat
And twenty kors of pressed oil year by year
In heaven there is no fear....
11-13-15
A song about everything
Our reticular activating systems of chance
Another Geddy Lee lyric
They still want me to do the dance
Where the negative affects one much less
It's time to cool the engines
And to strengthen the things that remain
To proclaim liberty to the captives
And recovery of sight to the blind
When you smile it is a sermon of itself
Such a function which our mind eliminates the thoughts
And impulses deemed unnecessary
God paint my door today with your blood
And have me to live in Goshen
For the thought that sparks the emotion
To proclaim the year acceptable
As Jesus calls his first disciples...
My Holiday (Another Project)
11-13-15
Today's my day
Friday the thirteenth
And my name is Jason
Another project mainly for the carpenter and mason
I already said this
To say that indeed I am
Sitting down to teach what I've been taught
Another side shoulder on the right side of our temple
Which is Christ specially priced
A faithful server doesn't charge me for the flavor shot
For peace between Solomon and Hiram
Twenty thousand kors of wheat
And twenty kors of pressed oil year by year
In heaven there is no fear....
isn't it grand
Isn't It Grand!
11-13-15
Isn't it grand
To be playing to the stand
Come the month of Zin
I'll live to see Lyyar
And see tomorrow morning another Day Star
Thirty cubits in height
fodder by which to write like the lesser light
As crimson yet made as wool, white
I must preach the kingdom to other cities
Because for this purpose I am sent
Today the Scriptures are fulfilled in your hearing
Speaking three thousand proverbs
And five and one thousand songs
To right all wrongs
All come to hear his wisdom
Isn't it grand!
To Study Is My Lot
11-13-15
One hundred twenty cubits
The height of the vestibule
If she should want some peace
I buy her a cup of coffee
Thirty cubits the height of the house itself
In Ziv and Lyyar
I'll live out of my car
It has been said you shall not tempt him
In that we cannot exempt him
To set at liberty those who are oppressed at once
And at twice today
Not beside myself
This much I have confessed
For forty thousand stalls of horses
And twelve thousand horsemen
Today to study is my lot
He shall give his angels charge over you
As Solomon prepares to build the temple
And such is as you and I....
11-13-15
Isn't it grand
To be playing to the stand
Come the month of Zin
I'll live to see Lyyar
And see tomorrow morning another Day Star
Thirty cubits in height
fodder by which to write like the lesser light
As crimson yet made as wool, white
I must preach the kingdom to other cities
Because for this purpose I am sent
Today the Scriptures are fulfilled in your hearing
Speaking three thousand proverbs
And five and one thousand songs
To right all wrongs
All come to hear his wisdom
Isn't it grand!
To Study Is My Lot
11-13-15
One hundred twenty cubits
The height of the vestibule
If she should want some peace
I buy her a cup of coffee
Thirty cubits the height of the house itself
In Ziv and Lyyar
I'll live out of my car
It has been said you shall not tempt him
In that we cannot exempt him
To set at liberty those who are oppressed at once
And at twice today
Not beside myself
This much I have confessed
For forty thousand stalls of horses
And twelve thousand horsemen
Today to study is my lot
He shall give his angels charge over you
As Solomon prepares to build the temple
And such is as you and I....
bring a sword
Bring A Sword
11-13-15
The Big Dipper is the weekend's rain
According to this sign
We will know pleasure and pain
By the enemy's lie
Telling me that it is futile
And that I'm wasting my time
Solomon's prayer is answered
For his speech pleases the Lord
It's going to be another prolific and productive one
If I can only get my printer back up and running
With trouser cuffs too tight
The son of Cairan the son of Arphaxad
He also gat great riches and honor
What he did not ask for
Bring a sword
Divide the living son in half
By the river Euphrates
Sixty kors of meal...
Solomon's Provision
11-13-15
Also added this above all
That he shut up John in prison
Such a name I ought not cringe from
For fashion and no such futility
Finding favor
Thirty kors of fine flour
Anything goes
For ten fatted oxen
And twenty oxen from pastures
And Solomon's eleven officials
I hope he shows up soon
So I can get on with it
On a Friday anything goes
For our priest, this chief minister
And a hundred sheep
Four fathoms deep
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me
To preach the gospel to the poor by his provision....
11-13-15
The Big Dipper is the weekend's rain
According to this sign
We will know pleasure and pain
By the enemy's lie
Telling me that it is futile
And that I'm wasting my time
Solomon's prayer is answered
For his speech pleases the Lord
It's going to be another prolific and productive one
If I can only get my printer back up and running
With trouser cuffs too tight
The son of Cairan the son of Arphaxad
He also gat great riches and honor
What he did not ask for
Bring a sword
Divide the living son in half
By the river Euphrates
Sixty kors of meal...
Solomon's Provision
11-13-15
Also added this above all
That he shut up John in prison
Such a name I ought not cringe from
For fashion and no such futility
Finding favor
Thirty kors of fine flour
Anything goes
For ten fatted oxen
And twenty oxen from pastures
And Solomon's eleven officials
I hope he shows up soon
So I can get on with it
On a Friday anything goes
For our priest, this chief minister
And a hundred sheep
Four fathoms deep
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me
To preach the gospel to the poor by his provision....
43
Forty-three (Come Sivan)
11-25-15
In the third month of Sivan
I turn forty-three
I don't look that old
so I suppose that I'll just be
Thy daughter lives
Trouble not the master
As time freely gives
With no such calamity or disaster
And they laughed him to scorn
I catch the word by the contrast
Like a rose, O, maid arise
Soon I will know broccoli and corn
She arose straightway
And all wept and bewailed her
She is not dead but sleepeth
Through the king's decree
Haman's conspiracy is defeated
By which I allow a little bit of beard stubble
Ambiguous and no such trouble...
She Is Not Dead But Sleepest
11-28-15
In the hands of destiny
She has her provocative meaning
The beauty settles there for some time now
As steam comes to cling to the things to come
O, maid arise
See the future clearly
Glad to be home with my cat
Tonight in the hands of destiny
As shadows creep
And she arose straightway
It came to pass that the animals are named
stated in the present tense
To give it a permanent form
As water slips into the sea
Commanded to give her meat
And they laughed him to scorn
As Haman's conspiracy is defeated
Through the king's degree
I'm home in time for church
Coffee at last!
11-25-15
In the third month of Sivan
I turn forty-three
I don't look that old
so I suppose that I'll just be
Thy daughter lives
Trouble not the master
As time freely gives
With no such calamity or disaster
And they laughed him to scorn
I catch the word by the contrast
Like a rose, O, maid arise
Soon I will know broccoli and corn
She arose straightway
And all wept and bewailed her
She is not dead but sleepeth
Through the king's decree
Haman's conspiracy is defeated
By which I allow a little bit of beard stubble
Ambiguous and no such trouble...
She Is Not Dead But Sleepest
11-28-15
In the hands of destiny
She has her provocative meaning
The beauty settles there for some time now
As steam comes to cling to the things to come
O, maid arise
See the future clearly
Glad to be home with my cat
Tonight in the hands of destiny
As shadows creep
And she arose straightway
It came to pass that the animals are named
stated in the present tense
To give it a permanent form
As water slips into the sea
Commanded to give her meat
And they laughed him to scorn
As Haman's conspiracy is defeated
Through the king's degree
I'm home in time for church
Coffee at last!
Ramleh
Ramleh
11-25-15
O, Ramleh, where have you been
Can you feel the weight of the world
In the bondage of sin
Another Ramie our perennial herb
I've been waiting for you
It's been as still as a tomb
Unisexual and apetalous to most
And shed the outer coating
My cuticle I grind my teeth upon in night seasons
O, who touched me!
I just want to get at the truth
There are no lies on your body
Bringing the books of records and Chronicles
Forced again to honor Mordecai
Left in the dark again
But at least I have my pen....
Summit (Where The Sin Tax Is Paid In Full)
11-25-15
Haman is hanged on his own gallows
I am determined to make it a good one
For Yafo of west central Israel
Our ancient Phoenician city
Where pollution is pretty
Somebody touched me
For I perceive that virtue has gone out of me
Like a black cat in disguise
Saving your soul for the very next kiss
Who is he and where is he who would dare to presume
For time and space given plenty of room
As the enemy could never compensate the king's lost
I order up the aitchbone my cup of beef
And another fallen leaf
For our apex, our culmination and climax
Our sin tax....
Ait (In The British)
11-25-15
Of island and ait
Food from Thailand and nothing to hate
In the Azores volcanic
She comes trembling
And I can't get enough
Immediately made whole
By the offing our part of the sea
Visible from where we stand
Soon I break my Barouche
Please excuse me
Would you like to check out my website
There comes one from the ruler of the synagogues
Visualize these objects and scenes from given works
Experience all you can telling his wife Zeresh to cool the engines
Yeah, my honest engine
Another one for Bigthana
Of island and of ait....
11-25-15
O, Ramleh, where have you been
Can you feel the weight of the world
In the bondage of sin
Another Ramie our perennial herb
I've been waiting for you
It's been as still as a tomb
Unisexual and apetalous to most
And shed the outer coating
My cuticle I grind my teeth upon in night seasons
O, who touched me!
I just want to get at the truth
There are no lies on your body
Bringing the books of records and Chronicles
Forced again to honor Mordecai
Left in the dark again
But at least I have my pen....
Summit (Where The Sin Tax Is Paid In Full)
11-25-15
Haman is hanged on his own gallows
I am determined to make it a good one
For Yafo of west central Israel
Our ancient Phoenician city
Where pollution is pretty
Somebody touched me
For I perceive that virtue has gone out of me
Like a black cat in disguise
Saving your soul for the very next kiss
Who is he and where is he who would dare to presume
For time and space given plenty of room
As the enemy could never compensate the king's lost
I order up the aitchbone my cup of beef
And another fallen leaf
For our apex, our culmination and climax
Our sin tax....
Ait (In The British)
11-25-15
Of island and ait
Food from Thailand and nothing to hate
In the Azores volcanic
She comes trembling
And I can't get enough
Immediately made whole
By the offing our part of the sea
Visible from where we stand
Soon I break my Barouche
Please excuse me
Would you like to check out my website
There comes one from the ruler of the synagogues
Visualize these objects and scenes from given works
Experience all you can telling his wife Zeresh to cool the engines
Yeah, my honest engine
Another one for Bigthana
Of island and of ait....
theophany
Theophany
11-25-15
O, Alphonse
Many more glorious dawns
Our sclera with sister Sarah
Where the rubber meets the road
The covering of my cornea
Getting into Schweitzer
In present day Gabon
Our noted organist
Another theophany
My divine manifestation
I make the scene for the invisible stroller
And a phantom infant
Still a suckling
Get thee hence, O ugly duckling
Somewhere somebody's falling in love
Return unto thine own house
For Christ the groom and we, the spouse
Putting on her royal robes
To stand inside the inner court
For more than just sport
Present in Shushan
But not our last resort....
Insomnia (In The Book)
11-25-15
Bidden to a banquet of three
The king could not sleep
Insomnia runs deep
I spot out the jeep
Glad that she is here to take me where I want to go
And all I could say is that I don't know
As the king's sleep fled away
And it's going to be a beautiful one today
Of crescents and croissants
And a roll of leavened dough
Petty, trivial and addlebrained
It will never be enough
If I perish, I perish
Mind not these little words , careless
One more cup of coffee before I go
I pray for straight paths and travelling mercies
Amen and amen!
Seism
11-25-15
Our seism
Their earthquake
They've all been done in for heaven's sake
For Cro-Magnon man
About no height of the Paleolithic
To envisage our future possibility
If you think it might happen it will
But so be it
To each his own
It is as it is
There comes one named Jairus
With an issue of blood
In my tissue I chew the cud
Touching the border of his garment
I felt virtue flow from me
Immediately her issue is stanched, stopped and ceased
And all I know is that last night I peaced
Mourning among the Jews
Ambiguous, our seism....
11-25-15
O, Alphonse
Many more glorious dawns
Our sclera with sister Sarah
Where the rubber meets the road
The covering of my cornea
Getting into Schweitzer
In present day Gabon
Our noted organist
Another theophany
My divine manifestation
I make the scene for the invisible stroller
And a phantom infant
Still a suckling
Get thee hence, O ugly duckling
Somewhere somebody's falling in love
Return unto thine own house
For Christ the groom and we, the spouse
Putting on her royal robes
To stand inside the inner court
For more than just sport
Present in Shushan
But not our last resort....
Insomnia (In The Book)
11-25-15
Bidden to a banquet of three
The king could not sleep
Insomnia runs deep
I spot out the jeep
Glad that she is here to take me where I want to go
And all I could say is that I don't know
As the king's sleep fled away
And it's going to be a beautiful one today
Of crescents and croissants
And a roll of leavened dough
Petty, trivial and addlebrained
It will never be enough
If I perish, I perish
Mind not these little words , careless
One more cup of coffee before I go
I pray for straight paths and travelling mercies
Amen and amen!
Seism
11-25-15
Our seism
Their earthquake
They've all been done in for heaven's sake
For Cro-Magnon man
About no height of the Paleolithic
To envisage our future possibility
If you think it might happen it will
But so be it
To each his own
It is as it is
There comes one named Jairus
With an issue of blood
In my tissue I chew the cud
Touching the border of his garment
I felt virtue flow from me
Immediately her issue is stanched, stopped and ceased
And all I know is that last night I peaced
Mourning among the Jews
Ambiguous, our seism....
grilse
Grilse
11-25-15
Bring Haman quickly
Bidden to the feast
Well while sickly
Forbidden of the holiday beast
Lasaunia instead with butter and bread
Give me something to remember you by
Saba of Antilles for chimney and flue
I still love you
In Helena of Montana
North northwest of Butte
For Raksheesh and gratuity paid
To expedite our service
Those were days of roses with black petals
We pack away our sorrows
And save it for a rainy day
O, Eusebins of Caesarea
And Lamptrines
Ambiguous
To lay in sackcloth and ashes....
Grimeses
11-25-15
You know our price is paid in full
And they won't sting me
I get so weary
Another Houri and no such worry
Where angels sing
Another bone to bury
One of the beautiful virgins
Of our Koranic paradise
We are entitled to many more
Like unto Solomon
He had too much on his plate
O, Jocheba
I've got it made tonight
Watching crime shown with Mother
Voluptuous and alluring is tomorrow's feast
For the intense witness of the sclera
Riding home with sister Sarah
Contrasting with the darkness of the iris of purblind eyes
O, Grimses where have you gone to
I long to see you....
11-25-15
Bring Haman quickly
Bidden to the feast
Well while sickly
Forbidden of the holiday beast
Lasaunia instead with butter and bread
Give me something to remember you by
Saba of Antilles for chimney and flue
I still love you
In Helena of Montana
North northwest of Butte
For Raksheesh and gratuity paid
To expedite our service
Those were days of roses with black petals
We pack away our sorrows
And save it for a rainy day
O, Eusebins of Caesarea
And Lamptrines
Ambiguous
To lay in sackcloth and ashes....
Grimeses
11-25-15
You know our price is paid in full
And they won't sting me
I get so weary
Another Houri and no such worry
Where angels sing
Another bone to bury
One of the beautiful virgins
Of our Koranic paradise
We are entitled to many more
Like unto Solomon
He had too much on his plate
O, Jocheba
I've got it made tonight
Watching crime shown with Mother
Voluptuous and alluring is tomorrow's feast
For the intense witness of the sclera
Riding home with sister Sarah
Contrasting with the darkness of the iris of purblind eyes
O, Grimses where have you gone to
I long to see you....
asphaltum
Asphaltum
11-25-15
Clever women in the Old Testament
Keeping time with Rebekah
Sun sing blue for the king's insomnia
As one to get to know you
Our shift undertow
Commanding them to go out into the deep
At the chime of ten
I rejoice in hopes for a perfect place
That starts in the here and now floating in air
Feeding on the mountain
Waiting to be born
A suckling of sorts
Shine inside, ambiguous
Our young and brood
O, asphaltum
How beautiful you are
We sit and hatch with this chicken scratch
And I get my pen back in the mood....
Aspersion
10-25-15
Reaching for the gold ring
Deep down inside another wonderful dream
Wherein I sing, O aspersion but not for pride
Another christening today
I go along for the ride
In wounded feelings of remorse
Today a heavy penalty
O, Mars Saba
Who can you be to me
But another island in the Netherlands
For the tourist to clearly see
For stovepipe fumes and hotel rooms
Our flue for me and for you
Where the doctrine is the glue
Top-heavy in equal distribution
Taking away his sackcloth
The multitude of his children
Because of love he is wroth
To make good broth...
11-25-15
Clever women in the Old Testament
Keeping time with Rebekah
Sun sing blue for the king's insomnia
As one to get to know you
Our shift undertow
Commanding them to go out into the deep
At the chime of ten
I rejoice in hopes for a perfect place
That starts in the here and now floating in air
Feeding on the mountain
Waiting to be born
A suckling of sorts
Shine inside, ambiguous
Our young and brood
O, asphaltum
How beautiful you are
We sit and hatch with this chicken scratch
And I get my pen back in the mood....
Aspersion
10-25-15
Reaching for the gold ring
Deep down inside another wonderful dream
Wherein I sing, O aspersion but not for pride
Another christening today
I go along for the ride
In wounded feelings of remorse
Today a heavy penalty
O, Mars Saba
Who can you be to me
But another island in the Netherlands
For the tourist to clearly see
For stovepipe fumes and hotel rooms
Our flue for me and for you
Where the doctrine is the glue
Top-heavy in equal distribution
Taking away his sackcloth
The multitude of his children
Because of love he is wroth
To make good broth...
together pieced
Together Pieced (Roll It Away)
11-26-15
Waves they ceased and there was a calm
Together the inhabitants have been together pieced
Not to be seen of man's one alm
We appreciate it much more when we go without
As Mordecai had changed her and Esther obeyed
I wish a Jewish brother well on his well
Virgins gather together the third time
Where I botch and bungle
O, welcome to my jungle
Thus prepared for Esther's deliverance
Two hours till it's time to go
For the enemy, mercy
Even in ones opposition
So he takes the signet
And heads out on another mission
Ambiguous and facetious
O, roll it away thrice again...
Haman's Conspiracy
11-25-15
For Haman's conspiracy they pay homage
The son of Hammedatha our Agagite
Coming forth to the mainland
There met him out of the city of a certain man
As pollution is pretty for our curtain plan
Today I have a touch of beard stubble
So they call me one to do the best I can
Arriving at the country of the Gadarines
In the towns I will not be in lain
I'd rather be scattered on my favorite coast
Therefore it is fitting that I seek deep within
Not to boast over against Galilee
A place I learn to love the most
Halelujiah, ambiguous....
Esther's Courage
11-25-15
O, what is the name he asked
And they cry out Leigon
The curtain falls on he of the lead role
Unmasked in a more moist of consolation
In our region
Esther's courage
He request
Praise God today I travel northwest
Come on children clap your hands
Such is the kingdom even on desert sands
Another Diva preacher
Her prime in fame
And the band keeps playing on
Another rhyme for the Word and name
Another prima donna
She is my friend of now
And operatic until the end....
11-26-15
Waves they ceased and there was a calm
Together the inhabitants have been together pieced
Not to be seen of man's one alm
We appreciate it much more when we go without
As Mordecai had changed her and Esther obeyed
I wish a Jewish brother well on his well
Virgins gather together the third time
Where I botch and bungle
O, welcome to my jungle
Thus prepared for Esther's deliverance
Two hours till it's time to go
For the enemy, mercy
Even in ones opposition
So he takes the signet
And heads out on another mission
Ambiguous and facetious
O, roll it away thrice again...
Haman's Conspiracy
11-25-15
For Haman's conspiracy they pay homage
The son of Hammedatha our Agagite
Coming forth to the mainland
There met him out of the city of a certain man
As pollution is pretty for our curtain plan
Today I have a touch of beard stubble
So they call me one to do the best I can
Arriving at the country of the Gadarines
In the towns I will not be in lain
I'd rather be scattered on my favorite coast
Therefore it is fitting that I seek deep within
Not to boast over against Galilee
A place I learn to love the most
Halelujiah, ambiguous....
Esther's Courage
11-25-15
O, what is the name he asked
And they cry out Leigon
The curtain falls on he of the lead role
Unmasked in a more moist of consolation
In our region
Esther's courage
He request
Praise God today I travel northwest
Come on children clap your hands
Such is the kingdom even on desert sands
Another Diva preacher
Her prime in fame
And the band keeps playing on
Another rhyme for the Word and name
Another prima donna
She is my friend of now
And operatic until the end....
Thursday, December 17, 2015
nobleman
Nobleman
11-25-15
A nobleman of high standing
I won't need to wait much longer
For in yesterday's storms inward
I am much more strong
He is not ashamed to call us brothers
In the eye of the hurricane
We are nursed by our mothers
As sailors truthful
Drums on stage left and right
O, can you discern such pun
With Spirit get back in touch
Do what you hear
Worship is your life
Ambiguous and facetious
For mercy and not for strife
Desiring to but see thee
Whittling on a stick with my knife...
We Launch Forth
11-25-15
In the twelfth month of Adar
Esther is the lead role and star
Our young exiled Jew
Nothing new
As the tree lacks lights blue
Why do you want to give more
Getting closer to the Spirit on a certain day
We fast and pray
It's going to be a good one
Master, O master we perish
O, is there anything left to cherish
For wind and raging water
To satisfy our son and daughter
Album cover fades in slowly
Like the ox sacrificed for slaughter
Master, master we perish
Tell me the cost for there is much the cherish
Inside of insanity's gate...
11-25-15
A nobleman of high standing
I won't need to wait much longer
For in yesterday's storms inward
I am much more strong
He is not ashamed to call us brothers
In the eye of the hurricane
We are nursed by our mothers
As sailors truthful
Drums on stage left and right
O, can you discern such pun
With Spirit get back in touch
Do what you hear
Worship is your life
Ambiguous and facetious
For mercy and not for strife
Desiring to but see thee
Whittling on a stick with my knife...
We Launch Forth
11-25-15
In the twelfth month of Adar
Esther is the lead role and star
Our young exiled Jew
Nothing new
As the tree lacks lights blue
Why do you want to give more
Getting closer to the Spirit on a certain day
We fast and pray
It's going to be a good one
Master, O master we perish
O, is there anything left to cherish
For wind and raging water
To satisfy our son and daughter
Album cover fades in slowly
Like the ox sacrificed for slaughter
Master, master we perish
Tell me the cost for there is much the cherish
Inside of insanity's gate...
Xuthus
Xuthus
11-25-15
Strangled with the pleasures of this life
To bring much fruit to perfection
Taking another step in the right direction
Some seed falls upon a rock
As forgiveness is the key to every lock
A tyro and a novice
God takes care of his flock
Of ophite mottled green
My rock as serpentine for Ophel
Whom casts a spell
And Xuthus our ancestor
Esther becomes queen
Another Mordecai for my files
Her cousin, an exiled Jew
Back into Babylon in the tenth month of Tebeth
She is the star of the season....
Bigthan (Doorkeeper)
11-25-15
Abib of Nisan
Our first month
We can celebrate even our calamity
For the Feast of Esther
She will be mine if I get back on the wagon
She will be my magic dragon
In my Tyropean valley
Out again I sally of diabase of igneous
A river hobo
Looking back
I still remember
I am proud to be his friend
Come indigenous sepoy
It works out much better
If you like the way you look in the mirror
No man when he light a candle tries to hide it
For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest
In travelling northwest.....
11-25-15
Strangled with the pleasures of this life
To bring much fruit to perfection
Taking another step in the right direction
Some seed falls upon a rock
As forgiveness is the key to every lock
A tyro and a novice
God takes care of his flock
Of ophite mottled green
My rock as serpentine for Ophel
Whom casts a spell
And Xuthus our ancestor
Esther becomes queen
Another Mordecai for my files
Her cousin, an exiled Jew
Back into Babylon in the tenth month of Tebeth
She is the star of the season....
Bigthan (Doorkeeper)
11-25-15
Abib of Nisan
Our first month
We can celebrate even our calamity
For the Feast of Esther
She will be mine if I get back on the wagon
She will be my magic dragon
In my Tyropean valley
Out again I sally of diabase of igneous
A river hobo
Looking back
I still remember
I am proud to be his friend
Come indigenous sepoy
It works out much better
If you like the way you look in the mirror
No man when he light a candle tries to hide it
For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest
In travelling northwest.....
Ascalon
Ascalon
11-25-15
Through Memphis
Back into Egypt
Ambiguous
Ahasureas subsides
And I dream of going on all the kiddie rides
Before he speaks the world around us quiets
I did it again in hopes for support
O, what might this parable be
As something wonderful and terrible to see
knowing the mystery of hidden truths
Given the history of elders and youths
Back in coffee heaven at last
Setting sail with fore and aft mast
Feeling the four winds and eight more rising suns
I stick to my guns
O, Ascalon
Who really can you be to me...
Antonio
11-25-15
Another orifice to kiss
Another theatre play that I won't miss
Shadows of the sailor forming
Our blank space between a margin and a new beginning
Another one for Saint Veronica
I took the chance last night
Giving it at least a try
Another one for Antonio
Going Spanish for the sailor coming out again
Come join us
We need you with us
For generosity our half on the seventh day
The king is merry with wine serving drink in golden vessels
The animal within
Another addict wrestles
But cannot speak in that I do the same
We are restless for spiritual ascariasis
Collage level infirmity for indention....
Yafo
11-25-15
Another map of the Persian empire
A little bit of geography to get enthusiasm
Soon I set out my bags packed in the hallway
Another one for my rapscallion
And chicken scratch that would take a miracle to interpret
My interval of eight diatonic degrees for openwork
Of ornamental ordinary octaves
Doing according to the word of Memucan
The obvious is hidden
My swamp sets up camp and the smoking bench is damp
For good or ill again
God bless this weekend my pen
At the Jaffa gate much more to create
Falling to the Arabs
Ambiguous....
11-25-15
Through Memphis
Back into Egypt
Ambiguous
Ahasureas subsides
And I dream of going on all the kiddie rides
Before he speaks the world around us quiets
I did it again in hopes for support
O, what might this parable be
As something wonderful and terrible to see
knowing the mystery of hidden truths
Given the history of elders and youths
Back in coffee heaven at last
Setting sail with fore and aft mast
Feeling the four winds and eight more rising suns
I stick to my guns
O, Ascalon
Who really can you be to me...
Antonio
11-25-15
Another orifice to kiss
Another theatre play that I won't miss
Shadows of the sailor forming
Our blank space between a margin and a new beginning
Another one for Saint Veronica
I took the chance last night
Giving it at least a try
Another one for Antonio
Going Spanish for the sailor coming out again
Come join us
We need you with us
For generosity our half on the seventh day
The king is merry with wine serving drink in golden vessels
The animal within
Another addict wrestles
But cannot speak in that I do the same
We are restless for spiritual ascariasis
Collage level infirmity for indention....
Yafo
11-25-15
Another map of the Persian empire
A little bit of geography to get enthusiasm
Soon I set out my bags packed in the hallway
Another one for my rapscallion
And chicken scratch that would take a miracle to interpret
My interval of eight diatonic degrees for openwork
Of ornamental ordinary octaves
Doing according to the word of Memucan
The obvious is hidden
My swamp sets up camp and the smoking bench is damp
For good or ill again
God bless this weekend my pen
At the Jaffa gate much more to create
Falling to the Arabs
Ambiguous....
kiss my feet
Kiss My Feet
11-25-15
Esther was the chosen queen
As Tarsus was the frozen scene
And when we had nothing to pay God had mercy
One hour till the ordeal
Cold is all that I can feel
Tell me therefore
Which one of them will love me most
O, Saewulf wherever you are
Come on out and let's see you
I suppose it is he to whom he forgave the most
I can't wait till I get back
In that I'm jonsing my head with oil
Thy did anoint
And still we inquire
Just what is the point
Since the time I came in
She hath not ceased to kiss my feet....
One More Fix Before I Go
11-25-15
In Shushan the citadel
Last night I come to terms with what was
And not just because
Her sins which are many are forgiven
And she loved much
As Vashti is deposed
And with my inward parts
I get back in touch
Not only acknowledging the king
But all in the provinces
Thy faith has saved thee, go in peace
Shewing the glad tidings of the kingdom
I pray and not cease
And the twelve are with him
And he scales the acclivity
By the powers of Persia and Media
Crank it up and shake it off...
See You Later Magdalene
11-25-15
Vashti's successor is sought
As so for ones intercessor we have fought
To snap ones fingers with romance
To make it more intriguing
I can burn it down tonight
As we sit at meat together tomorrow afternoon
Spilling all down the avenue
It gets better, wait and see
Thy faith has saved thee
Go in peace, some fall by the wayside
And such is trodden down
O, Vashti, by definition
The beautiful
It comes to pass
For the first frost upon the grass
To each province in its own script
See you later Magdalene....
11-25-15
Esther was the chosen queen
As Tarsus was the frozen scene
And when we had nothing to pay God had mercy
One hour till the ordeal
Cold is all that I can feel
Tell me therefore
Which one of them will love me most
O, Saewulf wherever you are
Come on out and let's see you
I suppose it is he to whom he forgave the most
I can't wait till I get back
In that I'm jonsing my head with oil
Thy did anoint
And still we inquire
Just what is the point
Since the time I came in
She hath not ceased to kiss my feet....
One More Fix Before I Go
11-25-15
In Shushan the citadel
Last night I come to terms with what was
And not just because
Her sins which are many are forgiven
And she loved much
As Vashti is deposed
And with my inward parts
I get back in touch
Not only acknowledging the king
But all in the provinces
Thy faith has saved thee, go in peace
Shewing the glad tidings of the kingdom
I pray and not cease
And the twelve are with him
And he scales the acclivity
By the powers of Persia and Media
Crank it up and shake it off...
See You Later Magdalene
11-25-15
Vashti's successor is sought
As so for ones intercessor we have fought
To snap ones fingers with romance
To make it more intriguing
I can burn it down tonight
As we sit at meat together tomorrow afternoon
Spilling all down the avenue
It gets better, wait and see
Thy faith has saved thee
Go in peace, some fall by the wayside
And such is trodden down
O, Vashti, by definition
The beautiful
It comes to pass
For the first frost upon the grass
To each province in its own script
See you later Magdalene....
knobkerrie
Knobkerrie
11-25-15
On my knobkerrie
Up at six wanting coffee
Fasting bloodwork
Another one for Hippias
Two more hours till the ordeal of Bethesda
Unincorporated, centric and Asiatic
It's hard having no coffee for flagellation
For our Godfrey of Bouillon and the first crusade
Jesus has got this
Let's try to make the morning last
I need to stop flogging myself of tawdry finery
Egyptians belonging to descendants
Serving only as a liturgical language of the Coptic church
Time for that bath....
On Luke 7:40, 41
11-25-15
Thanking God for the shelter from the elements
Another one for Godfrey of Bouillon tawdry and cheap
I finally got some sleep for a quantum leap
Couldn't get much more deep
Standing at his feet
Behind him to wash his feet with tears
And to catch the beat and quell my fears
I have something to say unto thee
Almost time to face the music
And get on with my day
As there was a certain creditor
Who would collaborate with the editor
One had five the other, fifty
Today I look alive with a confidence nifty
I'm actually going home....
A Dime Out Of A Dollar
11-25-15
Another dime bag in a figurative sense
Another crime fag to keep me in suspense
Make sure to have it all
As Moses goes up into the mountain
To view his quasar like a slingshot on Mars
Our Sadhu ascetic
Was that one hundred percent necessary
I must say yeah and nay
For a standing and a prostrate ovation
In the midst of the storm I'd rather forget
Another mathematician bites the dust
Of life the pride of the eyes and lust
Tell me therefore
Which of them will love him the most...
11-25-15
On my knobkerrie
Up at six wanting coffee
Fasting bloodwork
Another one for Hippias
Two more hours till the ordeal of Bethesda
Unincorporated, centric and Asiatic
It's hard having no coffee for flagellation
For our Godfrey of Bouillon and the first crusade
Jesus has got this
Let's try to make the morning last
I need to stop flogging myself of tawdry finery
Egyptians belonging to descendants
Serving only as a liturgical language of the Coptic church
Time for that bath....
On Luke 7:40, 41
11-25-15
Thanking God for the shelter from the elements
Another one for Godfrey of Bouillon tawdry and cheap
I finally got some sleep for a quantum leap
Couldn't get much more deep
Standing at his feet
Behind him to wash his feet with tears
And to catch the beat and quell my fears
I have something to say unto thee
Almost time to face the music
And get on with my day
As there was a certain creditor
Who would collaborate with the editor
One had five the other, fifty
Today I look alive with a confidence nifty
I'm actually going home....
A Dime Out Of A Dollar
11-25-15
Another dime bag in a figurative sense
Another crime fag to keep me in suspense
Make sure to have it all
As Moses goes up into the mountain
To view his quasar like a slingshot on Mars
Our Sadhu ascetic
Was that one hundred percent necessary
I must say yeah and nay
For a standing and a prostrate ovation
In the midst of the storm I'd rather forget
Another mathematician bites the dust
Of life the pride of the eyes and lust
Tell me therefore
Which of them will love him the most...
Hippias
Hippias
11-24-15
A sister in the Spirit once told me to trust in Jesus
As I am given comfort in whispering the Word and name
For another knobkerrie laid down
No longer used as a weapon
Draft no more
So I mention it
Even in our Hippias
Sitting at meat with publicans and sinners
Even when we might fail we will be winners
In Jesus' name may not my heart be taken in covetousness
Bringing my alabaster box of ointment
As my divine appointment
In Jesus may I be bold
By my unincorporated Bethesda
My suburb of Washington
I go there and see it....
I Plan To Peace (Verb Tense)
11-24-15
Desire, with his hungry eyes
Closing for the kill
Today it will be straight up raspberry decaffeinated
For Mordecai's request
Tomorrow I travel northwest
And I plan to just peace and pray and not cease
Come the inspiration of the feast of Purim
And for Mordecai's further advancement
For Shushan the captives of the Persian empire
For generosity and for hand
Jesus, have me today to understand
For Queen Vashti, the beautiful
And for tuna and salmon canned
It will go just as Jesus has planned....
11-24-15
A sister in the Spirit once told me to trust in Jesus
As I am given comfort in whispering the Word and name
For another knobkerrie laid down
No longer used as a weapon
Draft no more
So I mention it
Even in our Hippias
Sitting at meat with publicans and sinners
Even when we might fail we will be winners
In Jesus' name may not my heart be taken in covetousness
Bringing my alabaster box of ointment
As my divine appointment
In Jesus may I be bold
By my unincorporated Bethesda
My suburb of Washington
I go there and see it....
I Plan To Peace (Verb Tense)
11-24-15
Desire, with his hungry eyes
Closing for the kill
Today it will be straight up raspberry decaffeinated
For Mordecai's request
Tomorrow I travel northwest
And I plan to just peace and pray and not cease
Come the inspiration of the feast of Purim
And for Mordecai's further advancement
For Shushan the captives of the Persian empire
For generosity and for hand
Jesus, have me today to understand
For Queen Vashti, the beautiful
And for tuna and salmon canned
It will go just as Jesus has planned....
author unknown
Author Unknown
11-24-15
The book of Esther
Author unknown and its theme
Of God's providential care
I know that today I'll be alright
For the very first rush and the first and foremost sigh
I reach for the sky
And ignore the voice of the enemy
He knows that I shine
He wants to stop me dead in my tracks
Behold a gluttonous man and a wine bidder
Something yet more deep to consider
Ambiguous, facetious, capricious
So is all that is natural
God wants us to live beyond such...
Justified Again
11-24-15
Let it out, let it go
Have faith without a doubt
And let somebody know
So led as superfluous
To hang loosely like a palm tree
Bending in the wind but not breaking
As wisdom is justified of all her children
Closing for the kill of hope and on an easy gait I manage and cope
Soon I will be ready to know
I'm ready now
I just got to get next to you
Pardon the grammatical error
As wisdom is justified of all her children
And I look back on calamity to but rejoice
Remember me God, for good....
11-24-15
The book of Esther
Author unknown and its theme
Of God's providential care
I know that today I'll be alright
For the very first rush and the first and foremost sigh
I reach for the sky
And ignore the voice of the enemy
He knows that I shine
He wants to stop me dead in my tracks
Behold a gluttonous man and a wine bidder
Something yet more deep to consider
Ambiguous, facetious, capricious
So is all that is natural
God wants us to live beyond such...
Justified Again
11-24-15
Let it out, let it go
Have faith without a doubt
And let somebody know
So led as superfluous
To hang loosely like a palm tree
Bending in the wind but not breaking
As wisdom is justified of all her children
Closing for the kill of hope and on an easy gait I manage and cope
Soon I will be ready to know
I'm ready now
I just got to get next to you
Pardon the grammatical error
As wisdom is justified of all her children
And I look back on calamity to but rejoice
Remember me God, for good....
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
70x7
70x7
11-24-15
If clouds fall
Stand tall
Accept the king
even he is debatable like salt
They have not rejected thee but Me
But what went ye out to see
A prophet and a poet, a scholar in me
My second place ribbon on my Christmas tree
God number one and number two today me
This is he of whom it is written
For salvation, for emancipation
And to be free
So swear that the Word is true
The child is the greatest in the kingdom
And this means both me and you
With Tobiah repudiated
And the temple cleansed
What went out for thee to see
Ambiguous....
On Luke 7:31 (check this out)
11-24-15
I keep saying this will be my last one
Count to ten very slow and return to the present moment
Behold, my messenger before thy faith
He is power, he is grace
Stepping out one more time before I go
In hopes to make ones day
So I can make mine
Whereunto shall I liken the men of this generation
Remember me, O Lord concerning this
Give me death or give me bliss
I turn it all over to you
And step out to catch another moment with you...
"In Heaven There Is No Fear"
11-24-15
If he calls talk about redemption
And how that there will be more glory than the curse of this present age
They are as children sitting in a marketplace
In heaven there is no fear
This will be done as it is in heaven
Ambiguous and beautiful
Only seemingly obsolete
Another double standard
If you walk away I will let you go
Define go, I emphatically inquire
From these early days
It won't be long now
For our Sabbath rest restored
In spite of scars of youth....
11-24-15
If clouds fall
Stand tall
Accept the king
even he is debatable like salt
They have not rejected thee but Me
But what went ye out to see
A prophet and a poet, a scholar in me
My second place ribbon on my Christmas tree
God number one and number two today me
This is he of whom it is written
For salvation, for emancipation
And to be free
So swear that the Word is true
The child is the greatest in the kingdom
And this means both me and you
With Tobiah repudiated
And the temple cleansed
What went out for thee to see
Ambiguous....
On Luke 7:31 (check this out)
11-24-15
I keep saying this will be my last one
Count to ten very slow and return to the present moment
Behold, my messenger before thy faith
He is power, he is grace
Stepping out one more time before I go
In hopes to make ones day
So I can make mine
Whereunto shall I liken the men of this generation
Remember me, O Lord concerning this
Give me death or give me bliss
I turn it all over to you
And step out to catch another moment with you...
"In Heaven There Is No Fear"
11-24-15
If he calls talk about redemption
And how that there will be more glory than the curse of this present age
They are as children sitting in a marketplace
In heaven there is no fear
This will be done as it is in heaven
Ambiguous and beautiful
Only seemingly obsolete
Another double standard
If you walk away I will let you go
Define go, I emphatically inquire
From these early days
It won't be long now
For our Sabbath rest restored
In spite of scars of youth....
hispid
Hispid
11-24-15
Loose Louise is my dear and sole memory
Jesus, I need your support more than anything today
Hispid and bristly so is the friction
And I am well advised to take my time and let it all unfold
For possessions prized against which is no law
Of crime may the story be told
And blessed is he whom is not offended
Go in peace, the mass is ended
Only to continue on as our Sabbath rest so is restored
And I pray that on this holiday
I can put all worries to rest
And to do my best...
Proper Provisions Made
11-24-15
Every poem I crank out is sacred and sole
Every nose hair I yank out
Is like a good and bad boy
For Christmas deserving both diamond and coal
For Belitung in the Java Sea
Off with the Dell and on with the very old school Apple
He began to speak to them
Give yourself the benefit of belief
And give no place to the thief
Voices say slow down
Hang on loosely but don't let go
But what went out for you to see
A prophet or a friend
Arm in arm we walk
Me and Jesus
Never a moment of doubt
While returning to the present tense....
11-24-15
Loose Louise is my dear and sole memory
Jesus, I need your support more than anything today
Hispid and bristly so is the friction
And I am well advised to take my time and let it all unfold
For possessions prized against which is no law
Of crime may the story be told
And blessed is he whom is not offended
Go in peace, the mass is ended
Only to continue on as our Sabbath rest so is restored
And I pray that on this holiday
I can put all worries to rest
And to do my best...
Proper Provisions Made
11-24-15
Every poem I crank out is sacred and sole
Every nose hair I yank out
Is like a good and bad boy
For Christmas deserving both diamond and coal
For Belitung in the Java Sea
Off with the Dell and on with the very old school Apple
He began to speak to them
Give yourself the benefit of belief
And give no place to the thief
Voices say slow down
Hang on loosely but don't let go
But what went out for you to see
A prophet or a friend
Arm in arm we walk
Me and Jesus
Never a moment of doubt
While returning to the present tense....
megathere
Megathere
11-24-15
Thank you for your support
So I said in my mind yet unspoken
Not as our last resort
Standing in the road alone, one token
Got my medicine in a need of another honest report
She wants money but I'm broke again
Another mastodon quite beautiful in her own way
I need activate my prayer capsule
And I pray for another victory
Another megathere
As I hold her warmth near
Go your way and tell your brothers
What thing you seen and heard
And don't beat yourself up
It's only a disease
We feel it upon the tower of the Ovens
Remove O, Lord today all of such blocks....
Parchment Of Vellum
11-24-15
It's alright to be sad while venting
Tell yourself that life is not so bad
Spending more money while renting
Thirty years upon my head
O, has it been that long since I've tasted the poison
For parchment of vellum made of calfskin
In my Parthenon
Even when I lose I win
Having authority over the storerooms
I must share your laughter
O, Cruise of the wise
No longer afraid of Artaxerxes
Nor the sound of it
It's alright to be sad today...
11-24-15
Thank you for your support
So I said in my mind yet unspoken
Not as our last resort
Standing in the road alone, one token
Got my medicine in a need of another honest report
She wants money but I'm broke again
Another mastodon quite beautiful in her own way
I need activate my prayer capsule
And I pray for another victory
Another megathere
As I hold her warmth near
Go your way and tell your brothers
What thing you seen and heard
And don't beat yourself up
It's only a disease
We feel it upon the tower of the Ovens
Remove O, Lord today all of such blocks....
Parchment Of Vellum
11-24-15
It's alright to be sad while venting
Tell yourself that life is not so bad
Spending more money while renting
Thirty years upon my head
O, has it been that long since I've tasted the poison
For parchment of vellum made of calfskin
In my Parthenon
Even when I lose I win
Having authority over the storerooms
I must share your laughter
O, Cruise of the wise
No longer afraid of Artaxerxes
Nor the sound of it
It's alright to be sad today...
ichthyosaurus
Ichthyosaurus
11-24-15
Of geological time
Our system of rocks and sedimentary deposits
Of our first period of the Mesozoic
I ramble on
Soon to fill again my cup for a mouthful
O, my Je ne sais quasi
My quality and attribute of such an ichthyosaurus
In my stone age technological unconventional methods
Yet vulnerable O, my Je ne sais quasi
What has become of you
At Tyre I stay warm by my fire...
By Faith Ask For A Cure
11-24-15
Time written unknown
Slain and smitten cold down to the bone
Good riddance for my Mesozoic and Cretaceous
Knowing that my God is gracious
Waiting for the sun to come up
So I can get on with it
Come this transition there is a mission
Just the basic facts
By faith ask God for a cure
Just to see what happens
Be careful what you wish for
And he that was dead sat up
And I refill again my cup
And there is come a fear upon us all....
The Temple Cleansed
11-24-15
Singers and gatekeepers keep charge
As last night the shadow of Christmas light strings
Appear like a crown of thorns
Deeply ambitious
And there came a fear on all
That might have seen it
Once in awhile shown the light
If you look at it right
Of rumor and report to a tumor I resort
Ambiguous as Tobiah is repudiated
In another parsimonious shopping run
So I can save forty dollars for the smoke
Thank God, Mighty Quinn is here
Go, fill me with your love to but kill the fear
Ambiguous....
11-24-15
Of geological time
Our system of rocks and sedimentary deposits
Of our first period of the Mesozoic
I ramble on
Soon to fill again my cup for a mouthful
O, my Je ne sais quasi
My quality and attribute of such an ichthyosaurus
In my stone age technological unconventional methods
Yet vulnerable O, my Je ne sais quasi
What has become of you
At Tyre I stay warm by my fire...
By Faith Ask For A Cure
11-24-15
Time written unknown
Slain and smitten cold down to the bone
Good riddance for my Mesozoic and Cretaceous
Knowing that my God is gracious
Waiting for the sun to come up
So I can get on with it
Come this transition there is a mission
Just the basic facts
By faith ask God for a cure
Just to see what happens
Be careful what you wish for
And he that was dead sat up
And I refill again my cup
And there is come a fear upon us all....
The Temple Cleansed
11-24-15
Singers and gatekeepers keep charge
As last night the shadow of Christmas light strings
Appear like a crown of thorns
Deeply ambitious
And there came a fear on all
That might have seen it
Once in awhile shown the light
If you look at it right
Of rumor and report to a tumor I resort
Ambiguous as Tobiah is repudiated
In another parsimonious shopping run
So I can save forty dollars for the smoke
Thank God, Mighty Quinn is here
Go, fill me with your love to but kill the fear
Ambiguous....
Deburieh
Deburieh
11-24-15
And its praise God at the chime of six
I finally got some rest and a good fix
A silver spoon on a chain
Serves you right so says the devil
Further away from me than Spain
For another endophyte for our camporee
Another wonderful night and new ways to hear and see
To debunk ridicule and expose
I've seen worse things before and Jesus knows
O, Duburieh
What is your real name
In the plain of Esdraelon
In our river valley
Beside ourselves and insane
Come Baalam our destruction
Where godliness is great gain....
Pinchbeck And Piaster
11-24-15
I've got a pair of timberland boots
For my piaster and piece of eight
For pinchbeck alloy of copper and zinc
And things that really make me stop and think
I go all out on my shunpike
I'll buy you another cup of coffee if that's what you like
For crow bait I step up to the mic
Our low-growing evergreen suburb
Our crowberry
Our nainsook and all that it took
With its woven stripe
Remembering how she said
That we would meet again someday
And by the grace of God
For my piaster in my Triassic
I hope to stay in the present moment....
11-24-15
And its praise God at the chime of six
I finally got some rest and a good fix
A silver spoon on a chain
Serves you right so says the devil
Further away from me than Spain
For another endophyte for our camporee
Another wonderful night and new ways to hear and see
To debunk ridicule and expose
I've seen worse things before and Jesus knows
O, Duburieh
What is your real name
In the plain of Esdraelon
In our river valley
Beside ourselves and insane
Come Baalam our destruction
Where godliness is great gain....
Pinchbeck And Piaster
11-24-15
I've got a pair of timberland boots
For my piaster and piece of eight
For pinchbeck alloy of copper and zinc
And things that really make me stop and think
I go all out on my shunpike
I'll buy you another cup of coffee if that's what you like
For crow bait I step up to the mic
Our low-growing evergreen suburb
Our crowberry
Our nainsook and all that it took
With its woven stripe
Remembering how she said
That we would meet again someday
And by the grace of God
For my piaster in my Triassic
I hope to stay in the present moment....
Monday, December 14, 2015
asphaltus
Asphaltus
11-24-15
Commanded to play The Wall in its entirety
Side two first
An inspiration for my Nehemiah
And last night's insatiable thirst
I'm getting better at this game for my naphtha
Colorless and intermediate for Asphaltus of Asphaltite
And another wonderful night for gasoline and benzene
Another illuminating yielded light
As from a sky of blue
I forgot what I was going to do
O, hey you
It's part of the fun in my slideshow
Don't give in without a fight
Thinking not myself worthy
To come to you and ask for help
That's only my pride on its opposite side
Getting the ticket to ride....
"Thank You For Everything"
11-24-15
Yes I blew it
Such is to be expected
Be willing to fail as all have suspected
For it was only fantasy
And they that were sent returning
Were as well in the furnace but not burning
Going again to Nain
Behold there was a dead man carried out
And I carry him around with me
Wherever I might roam
For plans forgotten
And another six packs to my name
Nigh to the gate of the city bordered by Harrison
For another song of praise such as this
Where music is a vital factor for well being and even bliss
Can you help me!
Apocryphal Again
11-24-15
Apocryphal, erroneous and fictitious
Of questionable authenticity
And another crazy dream of learning to fly all over again
Lenient and clement merciful and mild
So far we have been very fortunate with the sunshine
To touch ones bier and to say, "I am here!"
Once called a prophet and now a seer
They that bare him stood still
O, weep not
O, wayward woman of weal and woe
Stay upright and sleep not
And stay awake so that roots deeper might grow
Ezra the scribe goes before them by the fountain gate
We forget how to hate
For chiefs of singers and songs of praise....
11-24-15
Commanded to play The Wall in its entirety
Side two first
An inspiration for my Nehemiah
And last night's insatiable thirst
I'm getting better at this game for my naphtha
Colorless and intermediate for Asphaltus of Asphaltite
And another wonderful night for gasoline and benzene
Another illuminating yielded light
As from a sky of blue
I forgot what I was going to do
O, hey you
It's part of the fun in my slideshow
Don't give in without a fight
Thinking not myself worthy
To come to you and ask for help
That's only my pride on its opposite side
Getting the ticket to ride....
"Thank You For Everything"
11-24-15
Yes I blew it
Such is to be expected
Be willing to fail as all have suspected
For it was only fantasy
And they that were sent returning
Were as well in the furnace but not burning
Going again to Nain
Behold there was a dead man carried out
And I carry him around with me
Wherever I might roam
For plans forgotten
And another six packs to my name
Nigh to the gate of the city bordered by Harrison
For another song of praise such as this
Where music is a vital factor for well being and even bliss
Can you help me!
Apocryphal Again
11-24-15
Apocryphal, erroneous and fictitious
Of questionable authenticity
And another crazy dream of learning to fly all over again
Lenient and clement merciful and mild
So far we have been very fortunate with the sunshine
To touch ones bier and to say, "I am here!"
Once called a prophet and now a seer
They that bare him stood still
O, weep not
O, wayward woman of weal and woe
Stay upright and sleep not
And stay awake so that roots deeper might grow
Ezra the scribe goes before them by the fountain gate
We forget how to hate
For chiefs of singers and songs of praise....
bullion
Bullion Revisited Again
11-24-15
Wasting love in a desperate caress
Seeing high above the bullion
In bars and ingots
Seeing that my place is a mess
In its convenient form for shading
Remolting and refining music and poetry
With God as a dear wife and sole passion
Committing villainy in my tent cone
Rolling shadows of light
To praise and give thanks
Group alternating with group
Therapy makes good soup if you can only taste
And God forbid we waste it
For Abijah and Zichri
Standing across from them in their duties...
Temple Procedures Restored
11-24-15
The love of our lives is coming up quickly
Two hours before I can face the music and get on with it
Skimming the bullion
Dross easily crushed
And pulverized to powder
To be good spice for the chowder
As temple procedures are restored
And I learn my lesson to not retreat
For fear of fear
For Asaph our collector
Our Levite musical composed at the chime of five
The song was ended to begin again on the other side
For ones pokeweed of deep-purple
Berries in depressed round clusters
Yet to dulcify and appease
And to say at last
Be at ease...
Dedication Of The Wall
11-24-15
O, Dulcinea
The one I never met
O, ladylove
How can I forget
Tomorrow night full moon
God willing
Of dulcet symphonies taken in
And our mullein of figwort
Native to the old world
O, what a cold world so it is without your love
Another dedication of the wall
For the madman in the corner
Of your eye that likes to pry into your sunlight
Namely the ego of mullein
Of figwort, not ones last resort
Another one to fill our cresset
Our illuminant burned as a beacon...
11-24-15
Wasting love in a desperate caress
Seeing high above the bullion
In bars and ingots
Seeing that my place is a mess
In its convenient form for shading
Remolting and refining music and poetry
With God as a dear wife and sole passion
Committing villainy in my tent cone
Rolling shadows of light
To praise and give thanks
Group alternating with group
Therapy makes good soup if you can only taste
And God forbid we waste it
For Abijah and Zichri
Standing across from them in their duties...
Temple Procedures Restored
11-24-15
The love of our lives is coming up quickly
Two hours before I can face the music and get on with it
Skimming the bullion
Dross easily crushed
And pulverized to powder
To be good spice for the chowder
As temple procedures are restored
And I learn my lesson to not retreat
For fear of fear
For Asaph our collector
Our Levite musical composed at the chime of five
The song was ended to begin again on the other side
For ones pokeweed of deep-purple
Berries in depressed round clusters
Yet to dulcify and appease
And to say at last
Be at ease...
Dedication Of The Wall
11-24-15
O, Dulcinea
The one I never met
O, ladylove
How can I forget
Tomorrow night full moon
God willing
Of dulcet symphonies taken in
And our mullein of figwort
Native to the old world
O, what a cold world so it is without your love
Another dedication of the wall
For the madman in the corner
Of your eye that likes to pry into your sunlight
Namely the ego of mullein
Of figwort, not ones last resort
Another one to fill our cresset
Our illuminant burned as a beacon...
fratricidal
Fratricidal
11-24-15
Sluiced from our lake
A second multitude
The agonies of all out war over surplused water
And fratricidal tendencies
We struggle for the power
I sent them not to those dwelling in other cities
Sending them pestilence, sword and famine
As one to open cans of tuna fish and salmon
Yet to be as vile figs that cannot be eaten
I know thoughts toward you
Thoughts of peace and not of calamity
We take these things for granted
We will be as vile figs
Ye shall seek me and find me
I sent them not....
Craving For The Quelling
11-24-15
Those dwelling still remain
A craving for the quelling
It's enough to drive me insane
Up to now I'm doing the best I can
They will be as wise figs
Getting off topic and my rambling
Yet to ante up in my gambling
All bets on number six
Roll it right
Soon out again for another fix
And a hot Irish Spring bath
When the hour is out of sight
Of agreement, harmony and concord
Yet to encipher what is written here
Serving as a miracle of our Lord
Yet to idle and loaf and saunter to the bathroom
To do something about it....
Loam, Straw And Brick
11-24-15
Dream on brothers while you can
Where there is no vision the people perish
And I ask myself what makes me a man
Come earth, soil and loam
Come rebirth, oil, pewter and chrome
I put on such a zone
Just for Jesus
Silt, our smaller proportion of clay
For brick and for straw
Dream on sisters
I hope you find the One
Yet to be crushed to powder
All for Maaseirah
Soon we will see a new sun
So we can praise and give thanks
As gratitude will pull us through this holiday season....
11-24-15
Sluiced from our lake
A second multitude
The agonies of all out war over surplused water
And fratricidal tendencies
We struggle for the power
I sent them not to those dwelling in other cities
Sending them pestilence, sword and famine
As one to open cans of tuna fish and salmon
Yet to be as vile figs that cannot be eaten
I know thoughts toward you
Thoughts of peace and not of calamity
We take these things for granted
We will be as vile figs
Ye shall seek me and find me
I sent them not....
Craving For The Quelling
11-24-15
Those dwelling still remain
A craving for the quelling
It's enough to drive me insane
Up to now I'm doing the best I can
They will be as wise figs
Getting off topic and my rambling
Yet to ante up in my gambling
All bets on number six
Roll it right
Soon out again for another fix
And a hot Irish Spring bath
When the hour is out of sight
Of agreement, harmony and concord
Yet to encipher what is written here
Serving as a miracle of our Lord
Yet to idle and loaf and saunter to the bathroom
To do something about it....
Loam, Straw And Brick
11-24-15
Dream on brothers while you can
Where there is no vision the people perish
And I ask myself what makes me a man
Come earth, soil and loam
Come rebirth, oil, pewter and chrome
I put on such a zone
Just for Jesus
Silt, our smaller proportion of clay
For brick and for straw
Dream on sisters
I hope you find the One
Yet to be crushed to powder
All for Maaseirah
Soon we will see a new sun
So we can praise and give thanks
As gratitude will pull us through this holiday season....
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