Friday, December 4, 2015

41

Forty-One
1-18-08

And on my expedition
I have just begun
And God knows that my work will never be done
Reading again the words of David in Psalm forty-one
Knowing it would take a miracle
For us to walk under the same sun
And companions can be obstacles
Yet we can see them as stepping stones
So I keep my phone off to steer clear of Godforsaken dial tones
And I look in the mirror to see nothing but a wretch
Yet still I seek
As my arms into heavens I stretch
And I take my perpendicular stagger
To hug my tree
For when I am thus reconciled
To rove I am free....




Sitting On A Cornflake
1-18-08

And I renounce the right to repay and requite
For all that matters is that blessed will be my night
And I'm stuck in the mud of Jersey swampland
Knowing I need be at peace to understand
And all I know to do is pretend
As I accept these challenges until the end
But it is what it is
While it's in God's plan
As I stand stranded on the corner
Waiting for the van
And in a passive existence
I'm sitting on a cornflake
Getting out my Beatles albums
Learning to give as well as take....




Black Ice Blues
1-18-08

And Spirit will suffice
To strengthen and sustain
As temperatures soon rise and snow turns to rain
And on the walk home we watch out for black ice
And we bite the bullet to cross the street
As we make our sacrifice
And that which follows is folly and fudge
Yet a composition commonplace
Is better than harboring a grudge
And I take in hand my freedom  while I still can
As in this life it is my choice to be the night life man.....





Old Highway, New Foundation
1-18-08

And the hart after springs does pant
As the deer after fountains will thirst
As one who loves trees will yet plant
As one who goes hunting grows more versed
And water right about now is all I can think about
And I need a tall drink to yet satiate the slat content of my fillet of trout
And we would not get too far if we did not have such desires
As on old highways is paved new macadam and tar
And in the next village off the interstate
There are pow wows and revival fires
For still in this life I need learn lessons in love
Still to seek what lies within
And what's in store beyond and above...





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