parrot

Parrot
11-19-13

The voices I heard last night
Were of the truth and not delusion
Like a parrot sitting on my shoulder
To challenge mine integrity
Blessed today with the music they wanted me to relinquish
But I would never put those tokens away from me
As token of poetic utterance when I sing along
Where the brother's voice of his blood crieth from the ground
Like the music I am blessed with
To yet inspire more and more
And holding away all despair...




Port
11-19-13

Still dreaming of my bottle of port
No longer as my last resort
As if I wanted to return to my revelry
Over which my conscience goes to court
And I want these words to have a purpose and plan
And to be more than space filled
By a man according to his narcissism
In loving the sound of his own voice
Reminded again that our rejoice is our choice
Still dreaming of my bottle of port
To see such as an expedient to yet exhort....




In Nod
11-19-13

Dwelling east of Eden in the land of Nod
Knowing consolation that in all of my ways I acknowledge my God
Where to live is Christ and to die is gain
Purging away the dross cleansed in the falling rain
Sending not the ark away empty
So that the excavation will not be in vain
Still growing out my beard
Finding the trail not as strange or even weird
Dwelling east of Eden in the land of Nod
Leaning today again on the Son of God.....




Request
11-19-13

Requesting the ideas that follow
When I lie my head down and close my eyes to pray
Turning the podium over to James Taylor albums
To seek out middle ground and to find my wise mind
Where the stars again are aligned
And my teeth soon cease to like so yet grind