Tumulus
6-4-16
I see the gallows and pray for God's mercy
In that I'm weary of what folks call home
So go, O, just go out there to roam
I am going nowhere, watch me
All hills did tremble and his hand hath smitten them
Where anger is kindled in all the poets that has written them
O, condemn all comfort
I could cloud up my room
But not with the smoke of last June
Given another windfall and nest egg
Loving life in the fenlands
Our marsh and bog
And the songs of another frog
Where I know our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time
O, tumuli can you take it
O, barrow where is your bliss....
Roaring (Like A Lion)
6-4-16
In the house out of town
I have the luxury to bask in cool air
Through my east wall
For fen, low and flat
O, when will we know where it's at
Get your stories in today
For tomorrow I might not be the same
And after all of that coffee
I was amazed that I could go back to sleep
I hope all was not in vain
Tell me that you love so I can rest in peace
Until you come to me
None shall be weary nor stumble among them
As their loins be loosed whose arrows are sharp
You've got your reasons
Draw the queen of hearts
Always your best bet
I feel like looking off the system for freedom
O, freedom, the only prison is in my mind....
Thursday, June 30, 2016
ugolino
Ugolino
6-4-16
My music is fine yet delving
There ain't no easy way out
As togetherness is where it's all about
Therefore as the fire devour the stubble
Many of us are still asking for trouble
It doesn't come when we want it
O, consume the chaff like a ghost
And the house where we haunt it
And their blossom goes up like dust
And it seems that we have lost trust
O, cast away the laws of Moses
So all sinners can stop and smell the roses
O, termini, ask not of the why
All for moral architects playing games behind me
O, Ugolino, what exactly do you mean
In the circle of treachery
I don't need to make the scene....
Cnidarian Sea
6-4-16
O, Cnidarian invertebrate
Where is your love and hate
Of sacklike internal cavities to be fuller next month
Our polyp of evil, o, our coelenterate
One love, one life, we get to share it
Yet another Babeuf
On substage playing the lead role of your satire
The ocean had been spoken to before
Call on smoke, call on light
Prince's record, it broke
As I plow my way straight into the night
One blood, one loaf
Spinning my wheels in the mud
For jellyfishes and hydras, anemones and corals
You are the salt of the earth
Telling them how simple was a sailor
Calling it a pool and calling it a night
Going country today
It will be alright....
Grind This
6-4-16
Lifting up the ensign
To nations from far
To hiss unto them from the ends of the earth
We'', you're my friend and can you see
Behold we come swiftly
Many times we share our thoughts
Stretching forth his hand to smite them
Having a drive to live and I won't let go
Seeing its opposition and it's dreadful
And then I see a darkness
Grind this, O I throw you back
The ocean has been spoken to before
O, light it up forever
This isn't all I see
She could only give the wall a notion
So I give her my Fuji apple
That primitive head to ambitiously last
Going country for the cause of ours
I go nowhere
O, watch me....
6-4-16
My music is fine yet delving
There ain't no easy way out
As togetherness is where it's all about
Therefore as the fire devour the stubble
Many of us are still asking for trouble
It doesn't come when we want it
O, consume the chaff like a ghost
And the house where we haunt it
And their blossom goes up like dust
And it seems that we have lost trust
O, cast away the laws of Moses
So all sinners can stop and smell the roses
O, termini, ask not of the why
All for moral architects playing games behind me
O, Ugolino, what exactly do you mean
In the circle of treachery
I don't need to make the scene....
Cnidarian Sea
6-4-16
O, Cnidarian invertebrate
Where is your love and hate
Of sacklike internal cavities to be fuller next month
Our polyp of evil, o, our coelenterate
One love, one life, we get to share it
Yet another Babeuf
On substage playing the lead role of your satire
The ocean had been spoken to before
Call on smoke, call on light
Prince's record, it broke
As I plow my way straight into the night
One blood, one loaf
Spinning my wheels in the mud
For jellyfishes and hydras, anemones and corals
You are the salt of the earth
Telling them how simple was a sailor
Calling it a pool and calling it a night
Going country today
It will be alright....
Grind This
6-4-16
Lifting up the ensign
To nations from far
To hiss unto them from the ends of the earth
We'', you're my friend and can you see
Behold we come swiftly
Many times we share our thoughts
Stretching forth his hand to smite them
Having a drive to live and I won't let go
Seeing its opposition and it's dreadful
And then I see a darkness
Grind this, O I throw you back
The ocean has been spoken to before
O, light it up forever
This isn't all I see
She could only give the wall a notion
So I give her my Fuji apple
That primitive head to ambitiously last
Going country for the cause of ours
I go nowhere
O, watch me....
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
silver plates
Silver Plates
6-4-16
Even the carcasses of men shall fall as refuse
As silver is beaten into pieces
Brought from Tarshish and gold from Uphaz
It keeps me high as I send to them these stories
Let her make speed so we can get on with it
O, hasten the medicine of which this is as such
Exalted in judgment for the words of the metalsmith
Gather up your wares
The sailor gives it another try and no more an alibi
Going mentionless except in nursery school
Soon you will not hear my voice
About the Gentiles dismayed
Throwing out the inhabitants for inspiration
All about how I could have done better
Blue and purple are their gesture
Yet impetuous.....
Self-Effacement
6-4-16
Prayer of the prophet
Woe is me for my hurt
Imperious, impulsive and passionless
Sudden and forceful and much resourceful
Self-effacing which justify the righteous yet modest
First miracle today
My cat plays with her toy
Where I need listen to its note no more
She could only give the class a notion able to endure
With indignation all teachers must learn the golden rule
And everyone is dull heated and without knowledge
Make for me a bed where everyone else is asleep
Self-effacing and modest
Even when I know the answer.....
Out Of Work (Honorable Discharge)
6-4-16
Toy soldier will shoot you in the foot
For honorable discharge
And I'm out of work six years now
Disconcerting to ruffle and embarrass
To frustrate the plans of one with a mission
To reach but one where I need listen to its note no more
As so I wear his high note at the chime of four
Grind this
I throw you back into the sea
You're lost by Aeroplane
Make time come true as my only obstacle to life
I believe there is a way
Call on light, call on smoke
Yet terminated as the fire devour the stubble
And the flame consume the chaff
O, terminus where is your new beginning
Yet delving so their root shall be as rottenness
I believe there is a way...
6-4-16
Even the carcasses of men shall fall as refuse
As silver is beaten into pieces
Brought from Tarshish and gold from Uphaz
It keeps me high as I send to them these stories
Let her make speed so we can get on with it
O, hasten the medicine of which this is as such
Exalted in judgment for the words of the metalsmith
Gather up your wares
The sailor gives it another try and no more an alibi
Going mentionless except in nursery school
Soon you will not hear my voice
About the Gentiles dismayed
Throwing out the inhabitants for inspiration
All about how I could have done better
Blue and purple are their gesture
Yet impetuous.....
Self-Effacement
6-4-16
Prayer of the prophet
Woe is me for my hurt
Imperious, impulsive and passionless
Sudden and forceful and much resourceful
Self-effacing which justify the righteous yet modest
First miracle today
My cat plays with her toy
Where I need listen to its note no more
She could only give the class a notion able to endure
With indignation all teachers must learn the golden rule
And everyone is dull heated and without knowledge
Make for me a bed where everyone else is asleep
Self-effacing and modest
Even when I know the answer.....
Out Of Work (Honorable Discharge)
6-4-16
Toy soldier will shoot you in the foot
For honorable discharge
And I'm out of work six years now
Disconcerting to ruffle and embarrass
To frustrate the plans of one with a mission
To reach but one where I need listen to its note no more
As so I wear his high note at the chime of four
Grind this
I throw you back into the sea
You're lost by Aeroplane
Make time come true as my only obstacle to life
I believe there is a way
Call on light, call on smoke
Yet terminated as the fire devour the stubble
And the flame consume the chaff
O, terminus where is your new beginning
Yet delving so their root shall be as rottenness
I believe there is a way...
help them
O, Help Them!
6-4-16
Pray, O use us Lord
Make us as sharp at your two edged sword
Pray, "O, help them through it"
Look at what God has given you and thank him a billion
In all that peace can attain from here to gloaming
Mean man brought down
Mighty are humbled
Some still draw from cords of vanity
And sin as if it were a cart rope
Saying, "Let him make speed and hasten his work
That we might see it"
I need it worse than you
But don't worry about me
Then shall the lambs feed after their manner exalted
In judgement and sacrifice
In righteousness o help me to eschew the pain
Summer soon is here and the time is right
To listen to the cricket song...
O, Firefly
6-4-16
Telling them how Sinbad was a sailor
O, firefly, shine your taillight
What is it by calling it a pool
The ocean had been spoken to before
Seasons have frozen ice into our souls
And my ashes are scattered when teachers' own experiences fail them
Establishing the word by his wisdom
Search the heart for something new to say about it
So far inland the very name of the ocean
My strength comes supernatural
Let him make speed and see to their need
Let him hasten his work
Grind shells, O futile sea
Grind empty shells
And have your clams steamed.....
6-4-16
Pray, O use us Lord
Make us as sharp at your two edged sword
Pray, "O, help them through it"
Look at what God has given you and thank him a billion
In all that peace can attain from here to gloaming
Mean man brought down
Mighty are humbled
Some still draw from cords of vanity
And sin as if it were a cart rope
Saying, "Let him make speed and hasten his work
That we might see it"
I need it worse than you
But don't worry about me
Then shall the lambs feed after their manner exalted
In judgement and sacrifice
In righteousness o help me to eschew the pain
Summer soon is here and the time is right
To listen to the cricket song...
O, Firefly
6-4-16
Telling them how Sinbad was a sailor
O, firefly, shine your taillight
What is it by calling it a pool
The ocean had been spoken to before
Seasons have frozen ice into our souls
And my ashes are scattered when teachers' own experiences fail them
Establishing the word by his wisdom
Search the heart for something new to say about it
So far inland the very name of the ocean
My strength comes supernatural
Let him make speed and see to their need
Let him hasten his work
Grind shells, O futile sea
Grind empty shells
And have your clams steamed.....
satire
Satire On Idolatry
6-2-16
Another good one to write within and without
Down by the Old Montgomery station in the rain
I step out regardless
In heaven we will understand
I heaven there would be no fear
Third hour, nine in the morning
A penny a day even to those whom work less
O, carpenter and mechanic
We'll work it all out
To recognize a familiar
Body shaped being like mine
For yellow and red, for black and white
Come the theological definition unmerited
Love for sinful man where we knock each other out
And tell them what it's all about here till eleven
We can work wonders that still when I repent
I'll recall it
I had my coat and O, I know....
Determining
6-4-16
Heading on out in the jungle
Looking for the women that bungle
Grace is our free gift from Jesus
Not the best way to mix it up
Very little to do with us
So it is based on God's grace
And not upon our performance
Be good to yourself the rest of the day
That's not all that I want for you
As pastors get a lot of attention
And we don't learn about it in high school detention
Which all the peace I can attain
For a moment did we still complain
About what we're missing out on
As the family is a place to serve
God demonstrates what is just and fair
That's not all that I want from you
In taking in the symphony....
6-2-16
Another good one to write within and without
Down by the Old Montgomery station in the rain
I step out regardless
In heaven we will understand
I heaven there would be no fear
Third hour, nine in the morning
A penny a day even to those whom work less
O, carpenter and mechanic
We'll work it all out
To recognize a familiar
Body shaped being like mine
For yellow and red, for black and white
Come the theological definition unmerited
Love for sinful man where we knock each other out
And tell them what it's all about here till eleven
We can work wonders that still when I repent
I'll recall it
I had my coat and O, I know....
Determining
6-4-16
Heading on out in the jungle
Looking for the women that bungle
Grace is our free gift from Jesus
Not the best way to mix it up
Very little to do with us
So it is based on God's grace
And not upon our performance
Be good to yourself the rest of the day
That's not all that I want for you
As pastors get a lot of attention
And we don't learn about it in high school detention
Which all the peace I can attain
For a moment did we still complain
About what we're missing out on
As the family is a place to serve
God demonstrates what is just and fair
That's not all that I want from you
In taking in the symphony....
Saturday, June 25, 2016
bleating
Bleating
11-30-15
Into the valley of steel
We say to ourselves
Let's just get real
I'm going to miss my brother when he goes away
Behold every form of creeping things and all of their idols not to criticize
But to acknowledge before them the garden
And behind them a desolate wilderness of pardon
The seed shrivels under the clods
So I went in and saw and beheld every form of creeping things
Voice in my head mocks me
"You're not even trying"
Bleating and babbling
Portrayed upon the wall roundabout....
"Is It Cold Enough For You?"
11-30-15
He brought me to the door of the court
Such was a better way to go about it
And I know that today I need not go without it
I looked and behold a hole in the wall
Standing before us seventy men
Of the ancients
And in the midst stood Jaazaniah
With every man his censer
And a thick cloud of incense goes up
Turning on the seventy-one archive and refilling my cup
It could be a lot worse
It could be the north pole
So I return to my roots and stay in my boots....
11-30-15
Into the valley of steel
We say to ourselves
Let's just get real
I'm going to miss my brother when he goes away
Behold every form of creeping things and all of their idols not to criticize
But to acknowledge before them the garden
And behind them a desolate wilderness of pardon
The seed shrivels under the clods
So I went in and saw and beheld every form of creeping things
Voice in my head mocks me
"You're not even trying"
Bleating and babbling
Portrayed upon the wall roundabout....
"Is It Cold Enough For You?"
11-30-15
He brought me to the door of the court
Such was a better way to go about it
And I know that today I need not go without it
I looked and behold a hole in the wall
Standing before us seventy men
Of the ancients
And in the midst stood Jaazaniah
With every man his censer
And a thick cloud of incense goes up
Turning on the seventy-one archive and refilling my cup
It could be a lot worse
It could be the north pole
So I return to my roots and stay in my boots....
Romans 11:5
On Romans 11:5
6-5-14
According to the choosing
Through undeserved kindness
So is this grace in spite of our blindness
Not if of such it is no longer of works
By my heavenly morning smokes and perks
It is my passion to get on with this
Satisfied with well being
In ceasing the chase for bliss
O, what then
The rest of them had their senses dulled
Just as it is written God hath given them a spirit of deep sleep
So that the poet can rise early and get on with it in diving deep
Such is this grace to but sow and then to again reap....
When Do I Begin?
6-5-14
O, when do I begin to glorify my ministry in all of this
O, when can I put this pen to parchment
In a game of both hit and miss
Seeing I am an apostle unto these nations
In such a way figuratively speaking
Of that which he cannot with eyes yet see
O, I cry out for the Spirit
So I can be all that I can be
Swimming around in a plastic bag
O, follow me in this game of hide and seek
Much like such a tag
I'm not quitting on you
O, when do I begin my ministry
And what can such yet be as it is in the real me.....
Mantra
6-5-14
to Him be the glory forever Amen
I repeat this mantra In taking up my pen
And I will say it all once, twice and thrice again
To him be the splendor in all times
O, hallelujah
O, the depth of God's riches
So it is in all of this
To Him be the glory forever Amen
O, did I dream this belief
Or did I believe this dream
Yet to interpret such deep and dark symbolism at hand
To Him be the glory forever Amen
O, I make supplication to understand....
6-5-14
According to the choosing
Through undeserved kindness
So is this grace in spite of our blindness
Not if of such it is no longer of works
By my heavenly morning smokes and perks
It is my passion to get on with this
Satisfied with well being
In ceasing the chase for bliss
O, what then
The rest of them had their senses dulled
Just as it is written God hath given them a spirit of deep sleep
So that the poet can rise early and get on with it in diving deep
Such is this grace to but sow and then to again reap....
When Do I Begin?
6-5-14
O, when do I begin to glorify my ministry in all of this
O, when can I put this pen to parchment
In a game of both hit and miss
Seeing I am an apostle unto these nations
In such a way figuratively speaking
Of that which he cannot with eyes yet see
O, I cry out for the Spirit
So I can be all that I can be
Swimming around in a plastic bag
O, follow me in this game of hide and seek
Much like such a tag
I'm not quitting on you
O, when do I begin my ministry
And what can such yet be as it is in the real me.....
Mantra
6-5-14
to Him be the glory forever Amen
I repeat this mantra In taking up my pen
And I will say it all once, twice and thrice again
To him be the splendor in all times
O, hallelujah
O, the depth of God's riches
So it is in all of this
To Him be the glory forever Amen
O, did I dream this belief
Or did I believe this dream
Yet to interpret such deep and dark symbolism at hand
To Him be the glory forever Amen
O, I make supplication to understand....
Friday, June 24, 2016
pronouncment
Pronouncement
6-5-14
O, what doth the divine pronouncement say
To him according to the remnant
That want to give the higher branches a trim
Yet to prune stems of hope
Yet to shine bright in the night skies
No longer gloomy nor grim
According to the circadian rhythm
Of songs of cicadas
The cup is filled again to the brim
According to distinct substances
By this essence genuine and real
Where the truth depends
Not on the way one might feel
All that pass by clap their hands
And hiss and wag their head
In knowing that we are all of one bread....
It's Not What You Lack
6-5-14
What else do you lack to make it right
As one to plow his way straight into the night
It's not about what you lack
But what you already have
So why do you still seek for it
Like ones hunger for another big mac
O, you are already full
Yeah, you are already rich
Your job is the what and not the how
Leading the blind into the ditch
So we can rise up again and recover from this twitch
What else do you lack to make it right
O, walk by faith and not by sight....
6-5-14
O, what doth the divine pronouncement say
To him according to the remnant
That want to give the higher branches a trim
Yet to prune stems of hope
Yet to shine bright in the night skies
No longer gloomy nor grim
According to the circadian rhythm
Of songs of cicadas
The cup is filled again to the brim
According to distinct substances
By this essence genuine and real
Where the truth depends
Not on the way one might feel
All that pass by clap their hands
And hiss and wag their head
In knowing that we are all of one bread....
It's Not What You Lack
6-5-14
What else do you lack to make it right
As one to plow his way straight into the night
It's not about what you lack
But what you already have
So why do you still seek for it
Like ones hunger for another big mac
O, you are already full
Yeah, you are already rich
Your job is the what and not the how
Leading the blind into the ditch
So we can rise up again and recover from this twitch
What else do you lack to make it right
O, walk by faith and not by sight....
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
heirs
Now, We Are Heirs
6-4-14
Going back to square one
As the junction of my neuroplasticity
With such acceptance exercised in knowing
Coping with spiritual pleurisy
Coughing up my hair ball
As my cat does in the morning
It's a new day as I plow into chapter eleven
As Now is the time of the kingdom of heaven
O, Now we are heirs of the promise
By the doctrine of the new heaven
O, what thing will I trade for a witness
For thee what shall I liken or try to equal to you
Going back to square one
In going full circle with it
For thy breach is great
Like the sea in the depths
Of all that is you in the real me....
Yet
6-4-14
Yet to buttress and support
Yet to admonish and exhort
Yet to smoke another Newport
Yet to encourage and prop up
Yet to fill again my coffee cup
Yet to write my optimum composition
Yet to complete another Doctor Pepper mission
Thy prophets have seen vain and foolish things
In discovering thine iniquity
Turning away our captivity
Yet to hear the song that the evening Jay yet sings
This is my poem poorly written
For the cause of blue ink alone
Yet to draw the line in the sand
As one to yet cast the first stone....
Holding Out For Something Sweeter
6-5-14
I was holding out for something sweeter
In no regards for the street corner parking meter
Plowing into chapter eleven
That doth serve as my egg beater
Yet to do my research on the passion test
And I am glad to have once again gone west
As the important thing is not to think too much
But to do what stirs the love
In getting back in touch
Playing miscellaneous archives
That serve as my crane and crutch
I ask, did God reject his people
No, by no means
Did he by the view of the high spire and steeple
O, Jehovah have they killed their prophets
Digging up the altars
Where there is much to offer there....
6-4-14
Going back to square one
As the junction of my neuroplasticity
With such acceptance exercised in knowing
Coping with spiritual pleurisy
Coughing up my hair ball
As my cat does in the morning
It's a new day as I plow into chapter eleven
As Now is the time of the kingdom of heaven
O, Now we are heirs of the promise
By the doctrine of the new heaven
O, what thing will I trade for a witness
For thee what shall I liken or try to equal to you
Going back to square one
In going full circle with it
For thy breach is great
Like the sea in the depths
Of all that is you in the real me....
Yet
6-4-14
Yet to buttress and support
Yet to admonish and exhort
Yet to smoke another Newport
Yet to encourage and prop up
Yet to fill again my coffee cup
Yet to write my optimum composition
Yet to complete another Doctor Pepper mission
Thy prophets have seen vain and foolish things
In discovering thine iniquity
Turning away our captivity
Yet to hear the song that the evening Jay yet sings
This is my poem poorly written
For the cause of blue ink alone
Yet to draw the line in the sand
As one to yet cast the first stone....
Holding Out For Something Sweeter
6-5-14
I was holding out for something sweeter
In no regards for the street corner parking meter
Plowing into chapter eleven
That doth serve as my egg beater
Yet to do my research on the passion test
And I am glad to have once again gone west
As the important thing is not to think too much
But to do what stirs the love
In getting back in touch
Playing miscellaneous archives
That serve as my crane and crutch
I ask, did God reject his people
No, by no means
Did he by the view of the high spire and steeple
O, Jehovah have they killed their prophets
Digging up the altars
Where there is much to offer there....
fetish
Fetish
6-4-14
How in turn will they hear without someone whom is sent
But just as it is written
How beautiful are the feet today
As sandals are in season
Nevertheless they did not all hear such a word
On the corner of Queen and Market Street
By the Way as Israel doth not fail the know
Just what next we are yet to say
I made up my mind
I will taste of the strongest meats
In that I finally get my milk
And my manna of rice pilaf and red beets
O, how in turn will they hear it
How beautiful are her feet today.....
Fleur-de-lis
6-4-14
By recollections of my fleur-de-lis
Of such an iris of three petals
I was down on one knee
But not according to what eyes could see
Taking a photograph of her but not for free
She said that she would break my arm if I did it again
In being all that I can be
By my recollection of my fleur-de-lis
According to such a stylized representation
On an alley that had no name
By my childhood nostalgia
Brought back into view
So that I might reach out again to you.....
6-4-14
How in turn will they hear without someone whom is sent
But just as it is written
How beautiful are the feet today
As sandals are in season
Nevertheless they did not all hear such a word
On the corner of Queen and Market Street
By the Way as Israel doth not fail the know
Just what next we are yet to say
I made up my mind
I will taste of the strongest meats
In that I finally get my milk
And my manna of rice pilaf and red beets
O, how in turn will they hear it
How beautiful are her feet today.....
Fleur-de-lis
6-4-14
By recollections of my fleur-de-lis
Of such an iris of three petals
I was down on one knee
But not according to what eyes could see
Taking a photograph of her but not for free
She said that she would break my arm if I did it again
In being all that I can be
By my recollection of my fleur-de-lis
According to such a stylized representation
On an alley that had no name
By my childhood nostalgia
Brought back into view
So that I might reach out again to you.....
doing good
I'm Doing Pretty Good
6-4-14
O , what does it say
But that the word is near and night in your mouth
And in your heart
So that many would but fear you
By this word of faith to be heard on good ground
In the multiplying of the seed sown and dispersed
According to the compositions of one well read and versed
O, mine eyes do fail with tears and my bowels are troubled
And my liver is poured upon the earth
By my wild bears stubble
In which I will not lose this rebirth
O, love will overcome
In all that it is worth
Because we the children
And sucklings that swoon in the streets of the city
We take so much for granted
In our view of something pretty....
A Brother Says, "I'll Hit You Up"
6-4-14
Inquiring our mothers
O, where is the corn and wine
Bestowing benediction upon our brothers
In asking O, what will be the sign
If you step out for a smoke be prepared to be hit up
And see for yourself that three quarters full is your cup
As their souls are poured out
Into their mothers' bosom
For there is no distinction between the Jew and the Greek
Faith is a mansion of many rooms
As still the truth we seek
Swooning as the wounded in the streets of the city
Where blessed will be the meek....
6-4-14
O , what does it say
But that the word is near and night in your mouth
And in your heart
So that many would but fear you
By this word of faith to be heard on good ground
In the multiplying of the seed sown and dispersed
According to the compositions of one well read and versed
O, mine eyes do fail with tears and my bowels are troubled
And my liver is poured upon the earth
By my wild bears stubble
In which I will not lose this rebirth
O, love will overcome
In all that it is worth
Because we the children
And sucklings that swoon in the streets of the city
We take so much for granted
In our view of something pretty....
A Brother Says, "I'll Hit You Up"
6-4-14
Inquiring our mothers
O, where is the corn and wine
Bestowing benediction upon our brothers
In asking O, what will be the sign
If you step out for a smoke be prepared to be hit up
And see for yourself that three quarters full is your cup
As their souls are poured out
Into their mothers' bosom
For there is no distinction between the Jew and the Greek
Faith is a mansion of many rooms
As still the truth we seek
Swooning as the wounded in the streets of the city
Where blessed will be the meek....
no cream
No Cream (Plenty of Sugar)
6-4-14
Thinking about another twenty dollar investment in chicken
Living beyond my means
According to the flesh yet to quicken
And the comet is coming between me and thee
Girl, that can make it all clean
I pay my dues and spread the news
And tomorrow make again the library scene
Under the shadow of such a doer
Our writing machine
According to the glory of another Cadillac dream
O, do not say in your heart who shall ascend
By my morning coffee
With plenty of sugar and no cream
Loving it black like those valiant steeds
Where met are all my wants and needs
Upon the cross where Christ still bleeds....
On Lamentation 2:10
6-4-14
Casting up dust upon their heads
Going to work in high class hotels
In making all of the beds
Travelling with much baggage
In not forgetting to take my meds
Sitting upon the ground and keeping silence
Girding ourselves with sackcloth in interceding
Even for the feds
O, what a rhyme it can be to me
But not according to the things I can see
As such virgins hang down their heads to the ground
Yet to ferrotype my fashion
As through the wire flows quality sonorous sound
According to what today I have found....
6-4-14
Thinking about another twenty dollar investment in chicken
Living beyond my means
According to the flesh yet to quicken
And the comet is coming between me and thee
Girl, that can make it all clean
I pay my dues and spread the news
And tomorrow make again the library scene
Under the shadow of such a doer
Our writing machine
According to the glory of another Cadillac dream
O, do not say in your heart who shall ascend
By my morning coffee
With plenty of sugar and no cream
Loving it black like those valiant steeds
Where met are all my wants and needs
Upon the cross where Christ still bleeds....
On Lamentation 2:10
6-4-14
Casting up dust upon their heads
Going to work in high class hotels
In making all of the beds
Travelling with much baggage
In not forgetting to take my meds
Sitting upon the ground and keeping silence
Girding ourselves with sackcloth in interceding
Even for the feds
O, what a rhyme it can be to me
But not according to the things I can see
As such virgins hang down their heads to the ground
Yet to ferrotype my fashion
As through the wire flows quality sonorous sound
According to what today I have found....
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
flaw
Flaw In The Slaw
6-4-14
Seeking to establish my own righteousness
In striving after the wind
O, God bless me for I have sinned
Saying it all over again to the west wall
Dinner for Christ is the outcome of the commandment
As Moses still writes about the law
As one to order up lobster with a side dish of coleslaw
O, it's all so good even in its flaw
Seeking to establish my own righteousness
It is my fleshly nature to look to those idols for my consolation
Trying to eat my steak raw
Therefore he makes the rampart and the wall to lament
And it was like a sketch I tried to trace and draw
Forming familiar shapes on the page
It all happens for a reason....
6-4-14
Seeking to establish my own righteousness
In striving after the wind
O, God bless me for I have sinned
Saying it all over again to the west wall
Dinner for Christ is the outcome of the commandment
As Moses still writes about the law
As one to order up lobster with a side dish of coleslaw
O, it's all so good even in its flaw
Seeking to establish my own righteousness
It is my fleshly nature to look to those idols for my consolation
Trying to eat my steak raw
Therefore he makes the rampart and the wall to lament
And it was like a sketch I tried to trace and draw
Forming familiar shapes on the page
It all happens for a reason....
fat cats
Fat Cats
6-4-14
Fat cats make the world go round
I feed mine with the cheap stuff and she's satisfied
Looking still for a common and middle ground
O, how hath he covered
The daughter of Zion with a cloud
I quote these passages with a free pen
Free but such a tongue yet tied
Burning against Jacob like a flaming fire
I am one to be as one to preach to the choir
For I bear them witness
That they have a zeal but not according the knowledge
As so today I seek to be as real
And pray for a brother going back to collage
He hath bent to bow like a good friend
Pouring out his liberality
In that we will understand each other in the end....
Seed In My Teeth
6-4-16
I have a raspberry seed stuck in my teeth
Yes, two above and three beneath
Violently taking away his tabernacle
I hang my Christmas wreathe
Not according to calendar days
In no respect of particular holiday
All pertains to now in various ways
Breaking out my N.W.T.
Yet to rediscover what it is to be the real me
Pouring out his love like water
But not according to what dull eyes can but see
As God is a close companion to those swallowed up in palaces
Yet to drink ones fill from golden chalices
According to roses grown in gardens that He doth plant again
So that the poet might take up today his blue pen....
On Lamentations 2:7 (look this up)
6-4-14
Our Lord is our friend
Spewing tares from his day
A mouth with perfect understanding
Come the end of such a new beginning
In gazing towards the wall
To my south to behold a book
About fighting fire with fire
Calling solemn feasts to be remembered
He is my prop and muse serving as a crutch and stave
Increasing in mourning and lamentation
This is the new stuff that now I crave
As such walls of her palaces
So make a noise in the house
As in the day of the solemn feast
I take my seat with my back to the east
Given a perfect view of all that pass by this way....
6-4-14
Fat cats make the world go round
I feed mine with the cheap stuff and she's satisfied
Looking still for a common and middle ground
O, how hath he covered
The daughter of Zion with a cloud
I quote these passages with a free pen
Free but such a tongue yet tied
Burning against Jacob like a flaming fire
I am one to be as one to preach to the choir
For I bear them witness
That they have a zeal but not according the knowledge
As so today I seek to be as real
And pray for a brother going back to collage
He hath bent to bow like a good friend
Pouring out his liberality
In that we will understand each other in the end....
Seed In My Teeth
6-4-16
I have a raspberry seed stuck in my teeth
Yes, two above and three beneath
Violently taking away his tabernacle
I hang my Christmas wreathe
Not according to calendar days
In no respect of particular holiday
All pertains to now in various ways
Breaking out my N.W.T.
Yet to rediscover what it is to be the real me
Pouring out his love like water
But not according to what dull eyes can but see
As God is a close companion to those swallowed up in palaces
Yet to drink ones fill from golden chalices
According to roses grown in gardens that He doth plant again
So that the poet might take up today his blue pen....
On Lamentations 2:7 (look this up)
6-4-14
Our Lord is our friend
Spewing tares from his day
A mouth with perfect understanding
Come the end of such a new beginning
In gazing towards the wall
To my south to behold a book
About fighting fire with fire
Calling solemn feasts to be remembered
He is my prop and muse serving as a crutch and stave
Increasing in mourning and lamentation
This is the new stuff that now I crave
As such walls of her palaces
So make a noise in the house
As in the day of the solemn feast
I take my seat with my back to the east
Given a perfect view of all that pass by this way....
Sunday, June 19, 2016
next class
Going To My Next Class
6-3-14
Pausing at verse twenty-eight
Bracing myself to slow down and find my pace
In that it's not too soon nor too late
To soon report to my next class
And find there his grace
Given the next three hours to yet journal
In hopes to meet up with a familiar face
O, God guide me and direct thee
To another distinction of contrast of cotton and lace
O, give me room to yet receive it
By the view of the church across the street
I write out the day's events
In hopes for something more to eat....
Now, We Are
6-4-14
Now so is heaven
And now we are sons of God
Standing still
Down on the corner of Princess and broad
As he swallows up the habitations
According to the notions of the believer
And so I stand still as well
Down on the corner of Philadelphia and Beaver
I don't know what to say about it
Today I play my alternative rock archives
Yet to pity them and throw down their strongholds
As so he polluted the kingdom
And its princes
Now we are joint heirs
Now we are sons of God
Standing still down on the corner of Princess and Broad.....
On Romans 10:2
6-4-14
Today is just a day fading into another
In a want to break out my summer shoes
To walk with a distant brother
And some of us sink like a stone
When it comes to loving one another
O, how hath he covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud
As such passages are yet quoted are a reason to be proud
Cast down with the beauty of Israel
In that I sing the hymn out loud
O, take a breath and take your time
Spread your wings and rise as ascend
By such brothers of goodwill
With a zeal not according to accurate knowledge
We need not pretend.....
6-3-14
Pausing at verse twenty-eight
Bracing myself to slow down and find my pace
In that it's not too soon nor too late
To soon report to my next class
And find there his grace
Given the next three hours to yet journal
In hopes to meet up with a familiar face
O, God guide me and direct thee
To another distinction of contrast of cotton and lace
O, give me room to yet receive it
By the view of the church across the street
I write out the day's events
In hopes for something more to eat....
Now, We Are
6-4-14
Now so is heaven
And now we are sons of God
Standing still
Down on the corner of Princess and broad
As he swallows up the habitations
According to the notions of the believer
And so I stand still as well
Down on the corner of Philadelphia and Beaver
I don't know what to say about it
Today I play my alternative rock archives
Yet to pity them and throw down their strongholds
As so he polluted the kingdom
And its princes
Now we are joint heirs
Now we are sons of God
Standing still down on the corner of Princess and Broad.....
On Romans 10:2
6-4-14
Today is just a day fading into another
In a want to break out my summer shoes
To walk with a distant brother
And some of us sink like a stone
When it comes to loving one another
O, how hath he covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud
As such passages are yet quoted are a reason to be proud
Cast down with the beauty of Israel
In that I sing the hymn out loud
O, take a breath and take your time
Spread your wings and rise as ascend
By such brothers of goodwill
With a zeal not according to accurate knowledge
We need not pretend.....
peaches
Peaches And Pears
6-3-14
Crying out O, Abba Father
According to my inclination
Shouting out, O Halelujah and Hosanna
To be as my latest gesture of such invention
Meaning the next bar to rhyme with my good intention
Crying out O, Abba Father
The Spirit itself bears witness
And if we are children then we are heirs
Provided we suffer together
In knowing that He cares
So that we also might be glorified
By the fruit of the butler
Yet bears by this eager expectation
For this revealing of sweet dreams that overlap my nightmares
Crying out O, Abba Father
But not to compare the contrast
Of peaches and pears....
On Romans 8:20
6-3-14
For the creation is subject to futility
Not by its own will of meekness and humility
Taking a step down and a step back
According to the grace and agility
Subjected on the basis of hope of our peace and tranquility
This, my friend will be the true test
In slow games of poker where between moves I get my rest
As we ourselves will know the first fruits
And tomorrow head on back out west
As the creation is subject to futility
Yet all is not in vain
In that we regard it....
Best High, To see Things Exactly The Way That They Are
6-3-14
My uncle passed on once said
That the best high is to see things exactly how they are
And so tonight I say a prayer for him
As I gaze into the light of another first magnitude star
Regarding yet my Orion
In memories of brother Brain
He says, "o, what's up, man"
And I say nothing much
And if we hope for what we don't see
We will keep eagerly waiting for it with endurance
As love is a power greater than death
As in like manner the Spirit also joins in
With help for our weakness
Where the jungle is my head
In the Spirit of meekness.....
6-3-14
Crying out O, Abba Father
According to my inclination
Shouting out, O Halelujah and Hosanna
To be as my latest gesture of such invention
Meaning the next bar to rhyme with my good intention
Crying out O, Abba Father
The Spirit itself bears witness
And if we are children then we are heirs
Provided we suffer together
In knowing that He cares
So that we also might be glorified
By the fruit of the butler
Yet bears by this eager expectation
For this revealing of sweet dreams that overlap my nightmares
Crying out O, Abba Father
But not to compare the contrast
Of peaches and pears....
On Romans 8:20
6-3-14
For the creation is subject to futility
Not by its own will of meekness and humility
Taking a step down and a step back
According to the grace and agility
Subjected on the basis of hope of our peace and tranquility
This, my friend will be the true test
In slow games of poker where between moves I get my rest
As we ourselves will know the first fruits
And tomorrow head on back out west
As the creation is subject to futility
Yet all is not in vain
In that we regard it....
Best High, To see Things Exactly The Way That They Are
6-3-14
My uncle passed on once said
That the best high is to see things exactly how they are
And so tonight I say a prayer for him
As I gaze into the light of another first magnitude star
Regarding yet my Orion
In memories of brother Brain
He says, "o, what's up, man"
And I say nothing much
And if we hope for what we don't see
We will keep eagerly waiting for it with endurance
As love is a power greater than death
As in like manner the Spirit also joins in
With help for our weakness
Where the jungle is my head
In the Spirit of meekness.....
Saturday, June 18, 2016
without a plan
Without A Plan
5-23-16
I can go in there without a plan
Need a place of prayer
Get to know Jesus
A poet and a slave on the strings
An uneducated scholar on the sax
All my tears like water flow
Take your shoes off
For the place you stand is holy ground
As a selective trust
O, listen to the jaguar not just on Sunday
God goes to the desert to find Moses
And I stop to hear the roses
Away from Denmark way up to Caledonia
Blessed beyond measure all for God's pleasure....
Into Cnidus
5-23-16
Bush on fire, a picture of us
Tush for hire, who needs to take the bus
Divide not life into secular and sacred appropriate riffs
Here comes the night not to you but in you
Passing it with difficulty to hasten
Not only on Sunday
God is working in your distress
The plan is no plan
How much can it run me
Brethren in Asia Minor convention
Not the same as salvation
Help me to feel alright
Down on Diamond Street
How do you tell humility from pride
Only by weights and measures
We went into Cnidus......
Barefoot Gypsy Boy
5-23-16
Jesus was also a man of sorrows
We are not always going to be happy
Such is a reality that our daydream borrows
Come prayer, our foxhole
In hopes of brighter tomorrows
For the barefoot gypsy boy
To tell us of our way
If any err from truth
Switch on your electric light
Officially down one hour from now
If I remember it correctly
It's got soul
So you know the tongue is a world of iniquity
Osteen said this yesterday
I shall come forth as gold....
5-23-16
I can go in there without a plan
Need a place of prayer
Get to know Jesus
A poet and a slave on the strings
An uneducated scholar on the sax
All my tears like water flow
Take your shoes off
For the place you stand is holy ground
As a selective trust
O, listen to the jaguar not just on Sunday
God goes to the desert to find Moses
And I stop to hear the roses
Away from Denmark way up to Caledonia
Blessed beyond measure all for God's pleasure....
Into Cnidus
5-23-16
Bush on fire, a picture of us
Tush for hire, who needs to take the bus
Divide not life into secular and sacred appropriate riffs
Here comes the night not to you but in you
Passing it with difficulty to hasten
Not only on Sunday
God is working in your distress
The plan is no plan
How much can it run me
Brethren in Asia Minor convention
Not the same as salvation
Help me to feel alright
Down on Diamond Street
How do you tell humility from pride
Only by weights and measures
We went into Cnidus......
Barefoot Gypsy Boy
5-23-16
Jesus was also a man of sorrows
We are not always going to be happy
Such is a reality that our daydream borrows
Come prayer, our foxhole
In hopes of brighter tomorrows
For the barefoot gypsy boy
To tell us of our way
If any err from truth
Switch on your electric light
Officially down one hour from now
If I remember it correctly
It's got soul
So you know the tongue is a world of iniquity
Osteen said this yesterday
I shall come forth as gold....
Armitron
Armitron
5-23-16
Me and my new Armitron
Another hour's notice
Starting out the day with some Bruce
For my elm, maple, pine and spruce
Greatest tool the devil uses is doubt
Come the gulf fixed
Read your bible till it gets worn out
My man, for new assailing
I want to know if love is real
Extensive, expensive
Modest the opposite of vain
In God there are no zeroes
Save on ones paycheck
We hope
Peace be multiplied
And in love abound.....
To Anxious Sheep
5-23-16
The world is bursting at its seams
Takes a two bit man to be a hero
Google libertine to find that it is different than liberty
I wouldn't go that far
Let you moderation be made known to all men
As the highway ignites
Come hearts of emotion
And a mind for thoughts
You run sad and free
Be careful for nothing
Some fall on thorns
No more uneasiness of mind
To that good old school sound
Nothing like it
Hey, can you lend me a few bucks
You are welcome...
Another One To Anxious Sheep
5-23-16
Highlighting the human viewpoint
Flabbergasted by the headline
Here's another one to ye anxious sheep
All needing to be sheered
Barefoot for the rest of the season
Jesus knows all about our troubles
When the chances went by for my muse to fly
Be careful for nothing so is the command
Some fall on thorns yielding no such fruit
Reduced to almost zero
Stay empty so that God will fill you up again
Both in a little and in much
Sanctified by the best of me
Fire in my throat and flames in my brow
Crazy about you!
On Acts 27:1
5-23-16
Side one: Bethphage
Side two: I don't know where else to go
Works is not of faith
Why don't you finish what you started
In one called Julias
A centurion of the Augustan regiment
From here on out
It's from the heart
In season, no socks on my feet
A tall order
We often implore
O, where was God in such times
I was elected by the system secret to happiness
They can't take that away
Not so bad, the presence of the image in the broad daylight.....
God Keeps Heart And Mind
5-23-16
Except for these chains
I would to God that we'd be free
Don't make it harder than it has to be
Plenty more where that came from
In quality God gives increase, not man
So you may as well just peace
Stay empty so that God will fill you again
O, what is God to me, you ask
Martha received him into her house at midday
O King, are they finally cutting the grass
Crossing into fair havens unfathomable
Under the shelter of Crete off Salmone
God is working in your trouble
When I can't see straight
Worry was never of faith
The black northeast of the Aegean...
5-23-16
Me and my new Armitron
Another hour's notice
Starting out the day with some Bruce
For my elm, maple, pine and spruce
Greatest tool the devil uses is doubt
Come the gulf fixed
Read your bible till it gets worn out
My man, for new assailing
I want to know if love is real
Extensive, expensive
Modest the opposite of vain
In God there are no zeroes
Save on ones paycheck
We hope
Peace be multiplied
And in love abound.....
To Anxious Sheep
5-23-16
The world is bursting at its seams
Takes a two bit man to be a hero
Google libertine to find that it is different than liberty
I wouldn't go that far
Let you moderation be made known to all men
As the highway ignites
Come hearts of emotion
And a mind for thoughts
You run sad and free
Be careful for nothing
Some fall on thorns
No more uneasiness of mind
To that good old school sound
Nothing like it
Hey, can you lend me a few bucks
You are welcome...
Another One To Anxious Sheep
5-23-16
Highlighting the human viewpoint
Flabbergasted by the headline
Here's another one to ye anxious sheep
All needing to be sheered
Barefoot for the rest of the season
Jesus knows all about our troubles
When the chances went by for my muse to fly
Be careful for nothing so is the command
Some fall on thorns yielding no such fruit
Reduced to almost zero
Stay empty so that God will fill you up again
Both in a little and in much
Sanctified by the best of me
Fire in my throat and flames in my brow
Crazy about you!
On Acts 27:1
5-23-16
Side one: Bethphage
Side two: I don't know where else to go
Works is not of faith
Why don't you finish what you started
In one called Julias
A centurion of the Augustan regiment
From here on out
It's from the heart
In season, no socks on my feet
A tall order
We often implore
O, where was God in such times
I was elected by the system secret to happiness
They can't take that away
Not so bad, the presence of the image in the broad daylight.....
God Keeps Heart And Mind
5-23-16
Except for these chains
I would to God that we'd be free
Don't make it harder than it has to be
Plenty more where that came from
In quality God gives increase, not man
So you may as well just peace
Stay empty so that God will fill you again
O, what is God to me, you ask
Martha received him into her house at midday
O King, are they finally cutting the grass
Crossing into fair havens unfathomable
Under the shelter of Crete off Salmone
God is working in your trouble
When I can't see straight
Worry was never of faith
The black northeast of the Aegean...
Friday, June 17, 2016
poise
Peace And Poise
8-2-04
And I would be as good as dead
Without my spiritual residence in my mind and heart
But tonight I'm content to be well fed
As I have no time to worry about the thunderstorms
Or tornadoes on the trifling weather chart
And today the strong will bear the infirmities of the weak
And not to please ourselves
But of the fact that his name is exalted so we speak
And we stand up to sing aloud and make our joyful noise
And we raise our hands into the sky
To draw our strength and fester up our peace and poise
And so I rise on another work day
And I pray earnestly that I'll have a better day
And I'll step out on faith alone
Knowing that for victory there is always a way
And I would be as good as dead
Without such a Spirit in my life
And I'm given the strength to get out of bed
And again take up my box cutting knife....
My Victory Over Depression
8-2-04
And it is frightening but it is right and true
To say that the spirit of man will never cease to exist
And tonight I am proud to take up this pen of blue
To be one of the peculiar people
To wear a watch on my left wrist
And in the meantime we are torn asunder and turned aside
As in the West Virginia skies so will crash thunder
And you won't get very far by your senses and your pride
And I can remember with joy four years ago
When I made my profession
And brother, because of this
I have every reason to have my victory over all vexation and depression
And now that I've been freed from death and sin
Yes, praise God, my friend
I am promised that I'll win
And I believe that in this we'll make it regardless
Of what kind of shape we might be in...
8-2-04
And I would be as good as dead
Without my spiritual residence in my mind and heart
But tonight I'm content to be well fed
As I have no time to worry about the thunderstorms
Or tornadoes on the trifling weather chart
And today the strong will bear the infirmities of the weak
And not to please ourselves
But of the fact that his name is exalted so we speak
And we stand up to sing aloud and make our joyful noise
And we raise our hands into the sky
To draw our strength and fester up our peace and poise
And so I rise on another work day
And I pray earnestly that I'll have a better day
And I'll step out on faith alone
Knowing that for victory there is always a way
And I would be as good as dead
Without such a Spirit in my life
And I'm given the strength to get out of bed
And again take up my box cutting knife....
My Victory Over Depression
8-2-04
And it is frightening but it is right and true
To say that the spirit of man will never cease to exist
And tonight I am proud to take up this pen of blue
To be one of the peculiar people
To wear a watch on my left wrist
And in the meantime we are torn asunder and turned aside
As in the West Virginia skies so will crash thunder
And you won't get very far by your senses and your pride
And I can remember with joy four years ago
When I made my profession
And brother, because of this
I have every reason to have my victory over all vexation and depression
And now that I've been freed from death and sin
Yes, praise God, my friend
I am promised that I'll win
And I believe that in this we'll make it regardless
Of what kind of shape we might be in...
whelk
Whelks And Snails
8-1-04
And there are dreams I would rather not live up to
Like dreams of volcanos, earthquakes and floods and drinking
But it is the written Word I raise my coffee cup to
As I do my thing in meditation, contemplation
And sweet praying and thinking
And I'm inclined to trying strange new foods
When all else fails
And over time I seemed to have taken a liking
To whelks and snails
And just as well I've acquired a taste
For sushi and squid
As over such an appetizer
I say my blessing
And upon bounty I place my bid
And I make my contribution
As without extra care I give it all away
Knowing it will come back to me in God's timing
As I will get my answer while I pray
And the door will be opened wide
And the storehouse will be loaded
As the wood will be wet no longer
And the metal will not be created.....
Reasons To Go On
8-2-04
And the Lord knows I'm glad to be me
As Jesus is certain that I like to sit alone as I choose grace
And tonight my liberty liberated and far away from home
With no clock radio alarm nor telephone
And in the night such knowledge I taste
So by morning most of it I will forget
But such painstaking persistence and zealous efforts
Are my blessings that last which I won't regret
As such a singer songwriter will make up my soundtrack
As the music fills as no note nor chord will I lack
And I would be a shut-in if it weren't for my church or my job
And I foretell yet one more evening feast of frozen pizza
And sweet corn on the cob
And I have much to live for
With reasons to go on
And much to look forward to
Of feasts till the light of dawn....
8-1-04
And there are dreams I would rather not live up to
Like dreams of volcanos, earthquakes and floods and drinking
But it is the written Word I raise my coffee cup to
As I do my thing in meditation, contemplation
And sweet praying and thinking
And I'm inclined to trying strange new foods
When all else fails
And over time I seemed to have taken a liking
To whelks and snails
And just as well I've acquired a taste
For sushi and squid
As over such an appetizer
I say my blessing
And upon bounty I place my bid
And I make my contribution
As without extra care I give it all away
Knowing it will come back to me in God's timing
As I will get my answer while I pray
And the door will be opened wide
And the storehouse will be loaded
As the wood will be wet no longer
And the metal will not be created.....
Reasons To Go On
8-2-04
And the Lord knows I'm glad to be me
As Jesus is certain that I like to sit alone as I choose grace
And tonight my liberty liberated and far away from home
With no clock radio alarm nor telephone
And in the night such knowledge I taste
So by morning most of it I will forget
But such painstaking persistence and zealous efforts
Are my blessings that last which I won't regret
As such a singer songwriter will make up my soundtrack
As the music fills as no note nor chord will I lack
And I would be a shut-in if it weren't for my church or my job
And I foretell yet one more evening feast of frozen pizza
And sweet corn on the cob
And I have much to live for
With reasons to go on
And much to look forward to
Of feasts till the light of dawn....
ess tee
Ess Tee
6-6-13
On my ceiling so is spelled out
The first two letters of a former pseudonym
In dark and stony times
Where I sought out acceptance
In those I wanted to be a part with
Where Euphrates is the diver
And the Mediterranean is the sea
To serve as living waters
Of which I drink all through a day of fasting
To give God thanks for Now that is my life everlasting
Counting things wherein it is going right....
Present Tense Thanksgiving
6-6-13
Thank you, O Lord for this canopy
Thank you even for the trials that come my way
O, thank you for all I choose to notice that is right
Thank you for my freewill
To choose not to be a part of the gossip all around
Thank you for You whom has already paid the price
For all we have done wrong
Thank You for me and that you made me and knew me
Even before I was in the womb
Thank you, O thank You....
Smile By Faith
6-6-13
When you smile it is an act of your faith
Putting to use the zygomaticus
In ones choice to be therewith content
In any of such a state according to Apostle Paul
Whom was a single man meant to care for the things of the Lord
As am I to this day with plenty of time to search the Scriptures
To behold something beautiful in all of this
In that the smile I choose is an act of my faith....
6-6-13
On my ceiling so is spelled out
The first two letters of a former pseudonym
In dark and stony times
Where I sought out acceptance
In those I wanted to be a part with
Where Euphrates is the diver
And the Mediterranean is the sea
To serve as living waters
Of which I drink all through a day of fasting
To give God thanks for Now that is my life everlasting
Counting things wherein it is going right....
Present Tense Thanksgiving
6-6-13
Thank you, O Lord for this canopy
Thank you even for the trials that come my way
O, thank you for all I choose to notice that is right
Thank you for my freewill
To choose not to be a part of the gossip all around
Thank you for You whom has already paid the price
For all we have done wrong
Thank You for me and that you made me and knew me
Even before I was in the womb
Thank you, O thank You....
Smile By Faith
6-6-13
When you smile it is an act of your faith
Putting to use the zygomaticus
In ones choice to be therewith content
In any of such a state according to Apostle Paul
Whom was a single man meant to care for the things of the Lord
As am I to this day with plenty of time to search the Scriptures
To behold something beautiful in all of this
In that the smile I choose is an act of my faith....
66
My 66
6-6-13
O, let my fear be the reverential trust
To be gained in your free gift
O, may I prosper in what I seem to lack
Where Bible study is my good job on the day shift
Taking up the study of Isaiah of sixty-six chapters
Pointing to our Messiah so that we need not bear what looks ominous
In such a number and count it as a blessing
Of such a June sixth
Like a building block
Upon which we can take our stand.....
Canopy
6-6-13
Ten acres of such a vineyard will yield one bath
Where I am delighted to seek this truth
In that I do the math
Crying out to be pardoned of such a wrath
Because I am one yet to seek the mystery
As if after hidden treasure
Yet to look back on my cruise
Upon sloops of pleasure
Amidst the ships of Tarshish
Where the lighthouse doth lead me back
To this inexplicable beauty in all of such....
Hand
6-6-13
But His hand is stretched out still
In the hours of the day a poet continues to but kill
Beginning a composition with a conjunction in confidence
That indeed I am strong in this weakness
But His hand is stretched out still
Wherein I hope in much more to see
In where I have been
To rejoice on God's manifestation
Of His unmerited favor
Sitting right next to me
Making me not afraid to say
"His hand is stretched out still!"
6-6-13
O, let my fear be the reverential trust
To be gained in your free gift
O, may I prosper in what I seem to lack
Where Bible study is my good job on the day shift
Taking up the study of Isaiah of sixty-six chapters
Pointing to our Messiah so that we need not bear what looks ominous
In such a number and count it as a blessing
Of such a June sixth
Like a building block
Upon which we can take our stand.....
Canopy
6-6-13
Ten acres of such a vineyard will yield one bath
Where I am delighted to seek this truth
In that I do the math
Crying out to be pardoned of such a wrath
Because I am one yet to seek the mystery
As if after hidden treasure
Yet to look back on my cruise
Upon sloops of pleasure
Amidst the ships of Tarshish
Where the lighthouse doth lead me back
To this inexplicable beauty in all of such....
Hand
6-6-13
But His hand is stretched out still
In the hours of the day a poet continues to but kill
Beginning a composition with a conjunction in confidence
That indeed I am strong in this weakness
But His hand is stretched out still
Wherein I hope in much more to see
In where I have been
To rejoice on God's manifestation
Of His unmerited favor
Sitting right next to me
Making me not afraid to say
"His hand is stretched out still!"
plan
Plan
6-6-13
The greatest gift we can know
We don't spend a single dime for
When Jesus already paid the price
Where I have hopes to purchase new wineskins
That I plan to fill with good drinking water instead
In that all will perish of what we purchase
Along with meat, milk and bread
Being glad to have my hand to write and the ears to hear
What God has to say here now and today.....
On Isaiah 52:7
6-6-13
How beautiful upon the mountains
Are the feet of whom bring glad tidings
To be shod with the readiness
Of what is right and true
To separate where you step from the earth and her soil
Not excluded in the list of many blessings
By the beauty of these feet that bring it all around...
Terebinth
6-6-13
The previous poem has led me
To a new and wonderful study
Of the terrible truth I hear in my God today
In hopes to be cleansed and to cry out to be changed
From the inside out
And to forsake my terebinth trees
I would once offer my devotions to
Because it seemed fitting when it started to rain
So that I might ask a blessing upon all grass and trees
That I become ashamed of
Of which I have yet desired.....
6-6-13
The greatest gift we can know
We don't spend a single dime for
When Jesus already paid the price
Where I have hopes to purchase new wineskins
That I plan to fill with good drinking water instead
In that all will perish of what we purchase
Along with meat, milk and bread
Being glad to have my hand to write and the ears to hear
What God has to say here now and today.....
On Isaiah 52:7
6-6-13
How beautiful upon the mountains
Are the feet of whom bring glad tidings
To be shod with the readiness
Of what is right and true
To separate where you step from the earth and her soil
Not excluded in the list of many blessings
By the beauty of these feet that bring it all around...
Terebinth
6-6-13
The previous poem has led me
To a new and wonderful study
Of the terrible truth I hear in my God today
In hopes to be cleansed and to cry out to be changed
From the inside out
And to forsake my terebinth trees
I would once offer my devotions to
Because it seemed fitting when it started to rain
So that I might ask a blessing upon all grass and trees
That I become ashamed of
Of which I have yet desired.....
Thursday, June 16, 2016
more rain
More Rain
6-6-13
Every hour on the hour
Again fed with the change that is in store for my pen
Thinking rather of what to do
That what makes up the where and when
By the playing of another acoustic set
Designed to yet enlighten
Where I conjure up last night's dreams
Of seeking new archives at the market
Where there is much in store for our gain
If this is what we would choose
By the falling of more rain....
Yet More Rain
6-6-13
When it comes from a place you never know existed
Then indeed it is from the God that brings rain upon the earth
To nourish all that is green
Today promoting new beginnings in rebirth
Where I seek emancipation from where I might be bound
Practicing my thankfulness in having the book to know just how to live
And to learn how to live with it
My friend, that is what I hope for you just as well....
Trend
6-6-13
Paying more money for jeans with holes
To catch up with the trends at hand
Where the things we buy only perish
Confusing what we want with that which we ought to cherish
But, O, alas, do I really live such a way
Today to please my God in being forty
Following the month of May
Being one to learn to accept what is dark and dreary
Where the trial of my faith today is more precious than gold.....
6-6-13
Every hour on the hour
Again fed with the change that is in store for my pen
Thinking rather of what to do
That what makes up the where and when
By the playing of another acoustic set
Designed to yet enlighten
Where I conjure up last night's dreams
Of seeking new archives at the market
Where there is much in store for our gain
If this is what we would choose
By the falling of more rain....
Yet More Rain
6-6-13
When it comes from a place you never know existed
Then indeed it is from the God that brings rain upon the earth
To nourish all that is green
Today promoting new beginnings in rebirth
Where I seek emancipation from where I might be bound
Practicing my thankfulness in having the book to know just how to live
And to learn how to live with it
My friend, that is what I hope for you just as well....
Trend
6-6-13
Paying more money for jeans with holes
To catch up with the trends at hand
Where the things we buy only perish
Confusing what we want with that which we ought to cherish
But, O, alas, do I really live such a way
Today to please my God in being forty
Following the month of May
Being one to learn to accept what is dark and dreary
Where the trial of my faith today is more precious than gold.....
flagon
Flagon
6-6-13
By the misuse of magnums
I sought a way out
That only provided another way back
In dealing to every man a piece of flesh and a flagon of wine
Yet to cultivate a thankful heart
In counting the things which today are mine
In the offering of burnt sacrifices
In the time consumed today in blue ink
So that on good things I might think...
Box
6-6-13
Two stone tablets are yet in the box
Being the most coveted item
Wanderers would set their eyes upon
And be ones to die for it
Along with their golden jar of manna sought after
Even harder now that they have tasted that it was good
In that I present my prayers today for all that might be struggling close by
And if this is all I can do then I indeed do well.....
Raisin
6-6-13
Raisin cakes would replace the wine
That once would fester in my feast nights
Where I sought only more and more
The thing that would replace what I thought I wanted
Wherein today raisin and granola will serve
As the substance to nourish this emptiness in times of such a spiritual drought
Moistened by the water I set myself to drink to upon better things
I hope to think glad to have fixed again my kitchen sink
Whose raisin cakes doth replace the wine....
6-6-13
By the misuse of magnums
I sought a way out
That only provided another way back
In dealing to every man a piece of flesh and a flagon of wine
Yet to cultivate a thankful heart
In counting the things which today are mine
In the offering of burnt sacrifices
In the time consumed today in blue ink
So that on good things I might think...
Box
6-6-13
Two stone tablets are yet in the box
Being the most coveted item
Wanderers would set their eyes upon
And be ones to die for it
Along with their golden jar of manna sought after
Even harder now that they have tasted that it was good
In that I present my prayers today for all that might be struggling close by
And if this is all I can do then I indeed do well.....
Raisin
6-6-13
Raisin cakes would replace the wine
That once would fester in my feast nights
Where I sought only more and more
The thing that would replace what I thought I wanted
Wherein today raisin and granola will serve
As the substance to nourish this emptiness in times of such a spiritual drought
Moistened by the water I set myself to drink to upon better things
I hope to think glad to have fixed again my kitchen sink
Whose raisin cakes doth replace the wine....
void
Void
6-6-13
There is a void deep within me
That only my God can fill
In that I have made a mess of my life
In all the hours I try to kill
All I can do here is read the Scriptures
In hopes to be cleansed from all unrighteousness
Where no man has left his lot to follow Jesus
In his walk by which he tires
And burns out again by the void deep within
That only love can fill....
Quoting Apostle Paul
6-6-13
Learning how to be abased and to abound
And to any such state to be therewith content
According to Apostle Paul's epistle to Philippi
Repeated again today in my deep study
That makes me what I am
In Word and hopefully in deed
Where I can prosper even when I suffer a need
Instructed in all things
Yet wanting the more to apply it
When that which I ought to do
I still do not....
On Proverbs 6:6
6-6-13
Go to the ant, thou sluggard
That is still inside of me
And consider her ways of wisdom
In gathering blades of grass to build a new home
Found in mine integrity
Where trials being me closer to my God
To go to the ant that has not guide or overseer
And provides her meat come summertime
Seemingly bound by the strongholds
Where much of my substance is squandered
To refer to chapter six and verse six
Go to the ant, thou sluggard
That still is a part of me....
6-6-13
There is a void deep within me
That only my God can fill
In that I have made a mess of my life
In all the hours I try to kill
All I can do here is read the Scriptures
In hopes to be cleansed from all unrighteousness
Where no man has left his lot to follow Jesus
In his walk by which he tires
And burns out again by the void deep within
That only love can fill....
Quoting Apostle Paul
6-6-13
Learning how to be abased and to abound
And to any such state to be therewith content
According to Apostle Paul's epistle to Philippi
Repeated again today in my deep study
That makes me what I am
In Word and hopefully in deed
Where I can prosper even when I suffer a need
Instructed in all things
Yet wanting the more to apply it
When that which I ought to do
I still do not....
On Proverbs 6:6
6-6-13
Go to the ant, thou sluggard
That is still inside of me
And consider her ways of wisdom
In gathering blades of grass to build a new home
Found in mine integrity
Where trials being me closer to my God
To go to the ant that has not guide or overseer
And provides her meat come summertime
Seemingly bound by the strongholds
Where much of my substance is squandered
To refer to chapter six and verse six
Go to the ant, thou sluggard
That still is a part of me....
snail
Snail
5-23-16
O, what has the H.I.C. arrival or its revival
And my survival
God calls all unto Himself
Find your fire, the cause, a reason for being
The rich as the beggar doth but die to Myra of Lycia
Battering ram, good for you
Find your fire, a reason to be
How does it feel to be forty-three
God calls all unto himself
So in haste I slow down
Once a cheetah
Now a snail...
Reason For Being
5-23-16
A way to relate without a conflict
Of things to do and say
A way to recreate of more ways about it by the light of day
So be it
Schedules?
Wait a millisecond
Who plays cassettes anymore
Now really
Led to paper tacks
The damage has already been done
I smoke them all away
Like a scene from my favorite Shakespeare play
Never read and I still love her
We never said goodbye
In fact she's right here by my side
Got no mind to waste
And no will to make haste
As a martyr
Yes, as chaste....
All Senses Clean
5-23-16
Trust I seek
Rust for the bleak
I find it in myself
I must as meek
I cast just a few crumbs
I will sweep the floor back with Abraham's bosom
A gulf is fixed and nothing else matters
As we do persuade men
Order is important
Jesus went there for God so loved the world
Answer: yes I can
She's glad to have me back
God's got imagination beat
Greatest setback, one's doubt
The devil's tool where we stand without....
5-23-16
O, what has the H.I.C. arrival or its revival
And my survival
God calls all unto Himself
Find your fire, the cause, a reason for being
The rich as the beggar doth but die to Myra of Lycia
Battering ram, good for you
Find your fire, a reason to be
How does it feel to be forty-three
God calls all unto himself
So in haste I slow down
Once a cheetah
Now a snail...
Reason For Being
5-23-16
A way to relate without a conflict
Of things to do and say
A way to recreate of more ways about it by the light of day
So be it
Schedules?
Wait a millisecond
Who plays cassettes anymore
Now really
Led to paper tacks
The damage has already been done
I smoke them all away
Like a scene from my favorite Shakespeare play
Never read and I still love her
We never said goodbye
In fact she's right here by my side
Got no mind to waste
And no will to make haste
As a martyr
Yes, as chaste....
All Senses Clean
5-23-16
Trust I seek
Rust for the bleak
I find it in myself
I must as meek
I cast just a few crumbs
I will sweep the floor back with Abraham's bosom
A gulf is fixed and nothing else matters
As we do persuade men
Order is important
Jesus went there for God so loved the world
Answer: yes I can
She's glad to have me back
God's got imagination beat
Greatest setback, one's doubt
The devil's tool where we stand without....
reprobate
Reprobate Mind
5-23-16
The man in his prime wrestles
On and on he's realized
As men are not grateful by nature
Forget not all his benefits
You have more blessings than burdens today
Gone over to a reprobate mind
His will they take away
Enter into His courts with praise
By all means rock on
Loaded with a gun and a demijohn
Shout at all events tenderly be ken
By all means today just be
Come the personal appeal
To he that doesn't know
Sad for me, to break loose....
To A Pageant
5-23-16
Stripped of all but pride
And in God I do confide
Here at Kitty Hawk
On one side the ocean of inner sound
Thank God for the cross
Whether it be ones suffering
Or Jesus dying to Himself
On me to but surrender
Gratitude is the taste berry of us
O, me, treat the sky
Someday to a pageant
I am well advised to stop counting down
Till I reach another destination
Because it was I that was robbed
And not that I have done
To adapt to the unknown
Like a bone when talking about returning
Into Myra....
5-23-16
The man in his prime wrestles
On and on he's realized
As men are not grateful by nature
Forget not all his benefits
You have more blessings than burdens today
Gone over to a reprobate mind
His will they take away
Enter into His courts with praise
By all means rock on
Loaded with a gun and a demijohn
Shout at all events tenderly be ken
By all means today just be
Come the personal appeal
To he that doesn't know
Sad for me, to break loose....
To A Pageant
5-23-16
Stripped of all but pride
And in God I do confide
Here at Kitty Hawk
On one side the ocean of inner sound
Thank God for the cross
Whether it be ones suffering
Or Jesus dying to Himself
On me to but surrender
Gratitude is the taste berry of us
O, me, treat the sky
Someday to a pageant
I am well advised to stop counting down
Till I reach another destination
Because it was I that was robbed
And not that I have done
To adapt to the unknown
Like a bone when talking about returning
Into Myra....
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
woah
Woe And Woah
5-23-16
Doing work befitting repentance
In ones foolish heart of darkness
Little whispers cruse around my head
We can never be disqualified
For such a game without a name
For guilt and shame
The monkeys that bite
For me to break free from the need they once had
I know naught
Needing a body to ask
It was a flask
We need be taught again the first principles
O. woe and woah
Salvation cannot be disannulled
You almost persuade me
To become something today
Both almost and altogether
By all means
Peace out!
Reprobate Mind
5-23-16
5-23-16
Doing work befitting repentance
In ones foolish heart of darkness
Little whispers cruse around my head
We can never be disqualified
For such a game without a name
For guilt and shame
The monkeys that bite
For me to break free from the need they once had
I know naught
Needing a body to ask
It was a flask
We need be taught again the first principles
O. woe and woah
Salvation cannot be disannulled
You almost persuade me
To become something today
Both almost and altogether
By all means
Peace out!
Reprobate Mind
5-23-16
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
defense
Defense
5-23-16
Paul's defense before Assyria
A choice to rejoice
There are those whom take th9ings for granted
And those with gratitude
Wisdom speaks
It ought to be as automatic as breathing
Consider Job
In my purple robe
He said still blessed be the name of the Lord
Enter sandman
Enter light again
One drinks to his mother
When another wept
One did leave his brother
While another slept
Circumstances don't need to dictate
Jonah grateful in the whale
Hang in there and you will see wonders
Good morning, Lord...
I'm Going Out There
5-23-16
It is said that the average Christian
Only hangs in there seven years
Only by statistics so it is said
Read Psalm one eighteen
The centerpiece But for I do not know before I try
I was not disobedient to the heavenly vision
Agrippa prepares to hear Paul
Due to a new awakening and astounding, that too
Hope can never fade away
So pray for your patience
Today enter into his gates with thanksgiving
Every good gift cometh from above
No gratitude then spiritually dead....
5-23-16
Paul's defense before Assyria
A choice to rejoice
There are those whom take th9ings for granted
And those with gratitude
Wisdom speaks
It ought to be as automatic as breathing
Consider Job
In my purple robe
He said still blessed be the name of the Lord
Enter sandman
Enter light again
One drinks to his mother
When another wept
One did leave his brother
While another slept
Circumstances don't need to dictate
Jonah grateful in the whale
Hang in there and you will see wonders
Good morning, Lord...
I'm Going Out There
5-23-16
It is said that the average Christian
Only hangs in there seven years
Only by statistics so it is said
Read Psalm one eighteen
The centerpiece But for I do not know before I try
I was not disobedient to the heavenly vision
Agrippa prepares to hear Paul
Due to a new awakening and astounding, that too
Hope can never fade away
So pray for your patience
Today enter into his gates with thanksgiving
Every good gift cometh from above
No gratitude then spiritually dead....
Monday, June 13, 2016
aleck
Aleck
5-20-16
Of heyday and prime
Another nineteen-sixty two dime
Take a bite out of crime
Our calendar and rocket and shillings in my pocket
All for our Rosicrucian
Maybe for me waiting for you
I take a turn to the bizarre
I heard you get away long before the break of day
Wherefore that field is called the Field of Blood
For a book containing these entries
Spinning wheels in the mud
O, miscreant, villain and infidel
O, heretic you will find as well the Way
Yet aleck our bullets
Doux!
Might As Well (Say It)
5-20-16
From coast to coast
When I need it the most
Might as well
I've obtained the will to speak out
For heaven and hell
I'd like to take that ride again
For us doctrine of the humorous and burlesque nature
Might as well
Another smarty makes the grade
O, Dollinger where is your daring
When I turn and walk away
And come round again
Giving th9em for the Potter's Field
Soon time for loving as the Lord approved me
Might as well just say it
To which on it and play it
Come up with me into my lot
Making it back alive and in one piece...
Thank Account
5-20-16
Sometimes I am high as high as can be
In the research of my eiderdown
Have your thank account
A caretaker makes it a whole lot easier
We make a fine connection
A simple truth approaching my prime
And letting go of youth
There is hope
Much more there is grace
Walking into the valley
Mountains are ahead
Taking it easy was never my style
When it comes to the pen
Almost there
I save the page so that in haste
I slow down in my writer's rage
Three more stops and we will be there
To commune with seagulls, my choice to rejoice
And to give it back to the Lord
Consider Job, almost there...
5-20-16
Of heyday and prime
Another nineteen-sixty two dime
Take a bite out of crime
Our calendar and rocket and shillings in my pocket
All for our Rosicrucian
Maybe for me waiting for you
I take a turn to the bizarre
I heard you get away long before the break of day
Wherefore that field is called the Field of Blood
For a book containing these entries
Spinning wheels in the mud
O, miscreant, villain and infidel
O, heretic you will find as well the Way
Yet aleck our bullets
Doux!
Might As Well (Say It)
5-20-16
From coast to coast
When I need it the most
Might as well
I've obtained the will to speak out
For heaven and hell
I'd like to take that ride again
For us doctrine of the humorous and burlesque nature
Might as well
Another smarty makes the grade
O, Dollinger where is your daring
When I turn and walk away
And come round again
Giving th9em for the Potter's Field
Soon time for loving as the Lord approved me
Might as well just say it
To which on it and play it
Come up with me into my lot
Making it back alive and in one piece...
Thank Account
5-20-16
Sometimes I am high as high as can be
In the research of my eiderdown
Have your thank account
A caretaker makes it a whole lot easier
We make a fine connection
A simple truth approaching my prime
And letting go of youth
There is hope
Much more there is grace
Walking into the valley
Mountains are ahead
Taking it easy was never my style
When it comes to the pen
Almost there
I save the page so that in haste
I slow down in my writer's rage
Three more stops and we will be there
To commune with seagulls, my choice to rejoice
And to give it back to the Lord
Consider Job, almost there...
formulation
Formulation
5-20-16
Five hours and I'll be on board
Going out onto the porch
So is my sword
And then again he denied with an oaf
And needed to pitch a loaf
To betray you, to okay you
Surely thou also art one of them
I pray for a good one
Amen and amen
For thy speech to betray thee
And to make it through without the cigarette
Every year, this novelty
I just turn and shrug
She wouldn't dance with another
To but formulate
Nothing too late
God is great
Going out to weep bitterly....
Choppy
5-20-16
As I looked at my life quite choppy
I was up on skis for five minutes
Having nothing at all but possessing all things
Still fragile out hurt July third Jefferson dies of game
By stalking an ambush
Every year a novelty
Without love I had nothing at all
Delivered into the hand of Pontius Pilate
People take counsel
Casting down the pieces of silver
In the temple
Not lawful to put them in the treasury
For it is the price of blood.....
5-20-16
Five hours and I'll be on board
Going out onto the porch
So is my sword
And then again he denied with an oaf
And needed to pitch a loaf
To betray you, to okay you
Surely thou also art one of them
I pray for a good one
Amen and amen
For thy speech to betray thee
And to make it through without the cigarette
Every year, this novelty
I just turn and shrug
She wouldn't dance with another
To but formulate
Nothing too late
God is great
Going out to weep bitterly....
Choppy
5-20-16
As I looked at my life quite choppy
I was up on skis for five minutes
Having nothing at all but possessing all things
Still fragile out hurt July third Jefferson dies of game
By stalking an ambush
Every year a novelty
Without love I had nothing at all
Delivered into the hand of Pontius Pilate
People take counsel
Casting down the pieces of silver
In the temple
Not lawful to put them in the treasury
For it is the price of blood.....
hydrangea
Hydrangea
5-20-16
Feeling as if I know where I was
Trying hard where I cannot give back
In Mecklenburg County on the Baltic sea
Here she is
Time for drugs
All for our hydrangea
To make themselves glad
Rising again tonight as full as can be
Now Peter sat without at meat
I know not what thou sayest
Something made it sad
And just a passing fad
Over Currituck
Stepping right in....
Duchy (Dukedom)
5-20-16
Foible and flaw, a cry of victory
And another of defeat
I'll meet you soon
At the cul-de-sac of our unnamed street
On a back porch in July
Our browazlia smiles
While indoors I'd rather be with you
Picking it back out to have some fun
I rest as if I know where it will take me through
Without such a unique catchphrase
Or duchy of our dukedom
Back in Carrollton of north Texas
Rumbustious and unruly
Striking the morning atomic dawn
Rumbustious and exuberant
Foible and flaw
Love is the whole law....
5-20-16
Feeling as if I know where I was
Trying hard where I cannot give back
In Mecklenburg County on the Baltic sea
Here she is
Time for drugs
All for our hydrangea
To make themselves glad
Rising again tonight as full as can be
Now Peter sat without at meat
I know not what thou sayest
Something made it sad
And just a passing fad
Over Currituck
Stepping right in....
Duchy (Dukedom)
5-20-16
Foible and flaw, a cry of victory
And another of defeat
I'll meet you soon
At the cul-de-sac of our unnamed street
On a back porch in July
Our browazlia smiles
While indoors I'd rather be with you
Picking it back out to have some fun
I rest as if I know where it will take me through
Without such a unique catchphrase
Or duchy of our dukedom
Back in Carrollton of north Texas
Rumbustious and unruly
Striking the morning atomic dawn
Rumbustious and exuberant
Foible and flaw
Love is the whole law....
asunder
Tearing Me Asunder
5-20-16
Am I just drifting to where I go
See the wind go through to my heart
As I let Jesus know
As a beaker that crests into corn
I take me out into the morning dew
To Noah in this lucubration
Glazing with the song and story
Flesh, come my own life tearing me asunder
And melancholy Gotterdammering in your own time
Inside garish and conspicuous time to face the music
And turn it on again
Am I just drifting!
Your Bunker Hill (Luculent Text)
5-20-16
Lean from ledges high and wild
Trim those hedges and cry as the child
Climbing again your Bunker Hill
Yet to gloze and cajole and to palliate
My passion at play with luculent text
To prepare me for what's coming next
A trip into the amazing field of the wondrous stare
Hurt and sometimes bitter
In travails of the night
Manners make it hard
But that privilege I have stolen
In all purport, a tingling recognition
And a unique stanza in the making
And a great view of the trees
For our hydration....
5-20-16
Am I just drifting to where I go
See the wind go through to my heart
As I let Jesus know
As a beaker that crests into corn
I take me out into the morning dew
To Noah in this lucubration
Glazing with the song and story
Flesh, come my own life tearing me asunder
And melancholy Gotterdammering in your own time
Inside garish and conspicuous time to face the music
And turn it on again
Am I just drifting!
Your Bunker Hill (Luculent Text)
5-20-16
Lean from ledges high and wild
Trim those hedges and cry as the child
Climbing again your Bunker Hill
Yet to gloze and cajole and to palliate
My passion at play with luculent text
To prepare me for what's coming next
A trip into the amazing field of the wondrous stare
Hurt and sometimes bitter
In travails of the night
Manners make it hard
But that privilege I have stolen
In all purport, a tingling recognition
And a unique stanza in the making
And a great view of the trees
For our hydration....
this counts 5-8
This Counts as Five
4-9-13
Instructed by intuition
To set aside my psychology books
To simply write my heart
Guided by the Spirit that is in you and I
Where we learn to speak of us
In the authenticity of this sunny afternoon
Being one of the first warm days of a season in looking upward
To see the God that has brought me here
This counts as five as a number of the promises
That are yet to follow.....
This counts As Six
4-9-16
Plateus in the paragraphs pointing to praise
Of the periphery at hand
This will be my new material of times of old
Not long ago when I'd find peace in my latest dreams of prosperity and success
Meeting up with these departed souls
That lead me to the corner of consciousness and compassion
This will count as six
In another productive study
At the corner of Market and Queen
Where I can say just what I mean....
This Counts As Seven
4-9-13
The word "do" is the latest beautiful mystery
Channeling into what I can yet be
After the similitude of what I might claim to see
Going towards right through opposed to what is positive or negative
This counts as seven on my latest retreat
Into what is the me of today
Where I will find my way...
This Counts As Eight
4-9-13
Soon time again to catch my stagecoach
At the corner of Market and Queen
Seeing the optimism in what seems ominous
In this year of thirteen
Standing on the corner visualizing
What can be in all of this serving as my own creation
Made with God working through me
This counts as eight
In that I am not too soon nor too late......
4-9-13
Instructed by intuition
To set aside my psychology books
To simply write my heart
Guided by the Spirit that is in you and I
Where we learn to speak of us
In the authenticity of this sunny afternoon
Being one of the first warm days of a season in looking upward
To see the God that has brought me here
This counts as five as a number of the promises
That are yet to follow.....
This counts As Six
4-9-16
Plateus in the paragraphs pointing to praise
Of the periphery at hand
This will be my new material of times of old
Not long ago when I'd find peace in my latest dreams of prosperity and success
Meeting up with these departed souls
That lead me to the corner of consciousness and compassion
This will count as six
In another productive study
At the corner of Market and Queen
Where I can say just what I mean....
This Counts As Seven
4-9-13
The word "do" is the latest beautiful mystery
Channeling into what I can yet be
After the similitude of what I might claim to see
Going towards right through opposed to what is positive or negative
This counts as seven on my latest retreat
Into what is the me of today
Where I will find my way...
This Counts As Eight
4-9-13
Soon time again to catch my stagecoach
At the corner of Market and Queen
Seeing the optimism in what seems ominous
In this year of thirteen
Standing on the corner visualizing
What can be in all of this serving as my own creation
Made with God working through me
This counts as eight
In that I am not too soon nor too late......
Sunday, June 12, 2016
this counts 1-4
This counts as One
4-9-13
Reviewing pertinent principles
Such as that nothing is something
On my fourth week of my library retreat
Putting into practice my gratitude in God's grace
Thankful for even things as simple as the view of rotund bosoms
And convex curves of consciousness in all of this
This by all means counts as one so far
Written down in archives of my authenticity...
This Counts As Two
4-9-13
Lower frequencies are released with this resistance
In that I can give it all to God
In that hw has great use in even the negativity
Shaken off like the flapping of a duck's wings
Afloat in augmentations
No longer in such avarice
For more knowledge on the subject
Seeing that I already have all that I will ever need
This counts as two in order to reach out to you.....
This Counts As Three
4-9-13
Books are priced higher
In the Canada of my subconscious mind
Practicing gratitude for even things as miniscule
Of the ability to take up this pen
This counts as three
And I put to practice the joy I already possess
Giving thanks even in afflictions
Holding the note in higher frequencies
Of fortune and favor
This counts as three
In the fourth week of my library retreat....
This Counts As Four
4-9-13
Being always right
In believing that I can
And therefore I am able
Not making the best use of my extended cable
Yet to disregard the shows I used to love to watch
But now I am content with the music
I play to sing along to
In that I raise my mood by the sound of my own voice
In a mirror of utterances
Loving the way that they reflect
In scopes of higher octaves
This counts as four
Being halfway through my day
In that which simply just is....
4-9-13
Reviewing pertinent principles
Such as that nothing is something
On my fourth week of my library retreat
Putting into practice my gratitude in God's grace
Thankful for even things as simple as the view of rotund bosoms
And convex curves of consciousness in all of this
This by all means counts as one so far
Written down in archives of my authenticity...
This Counts As Two
4-9-13
Lower frequencies are released with this resistance
In that I can give it all to God
In that hw has great use in even the negativity
Shaken off like the flapping of a duck's wings
Afloat in augmentations
No longer in such avarice
For more knowledge on the subject
Seeing that I already have all that I will ever need
This counts as two in order to reach out to you.....
This Counts As Three
4-9-13
Books are priced higher
In the Canada of my subconscious mind
Practicing gratitude for even things as miniscule
Of the ability to take up this pen
This counts as three
And I put to practice the joy I already possess
Giving thanks even in afflictions
Holding the note in higher frequencies
Of fortune and favor
This counts as three
In the fourth week of my library retreat....
This Counts As Four
4-9-13
Being always right
In believing that I can
And therefore I am able
Not making the best use of my extended cable
Yet to disregard the shows I used to love to watch
But now I am content with the music
I play to sing along to
In that I raise my mood by the sound of my own voice
In a mirror of utterances
Loving the way that they reflect
In scopes of higher octaves
This counts as four
Being halfway through my day
In that which simply just is....
anniversary
Anniversary
4-4-13
It's been almost a year since my cat passed away
And now I can see her in my mind's eye
As a figure of true glory and eminence
Given the hope that I will see her again
On the other side of the life I now hope for
With the whole weekend ahead of me
In hopes to make things better
In this haven and abode
Yeah, it's been almost a year
Leaving me with a sweeter taste in my mouth
With the evidence of things not seen and hope undeferred....
Fisher
4-4-13
In darker memories of my old school Fisher boom box
I partake in this nostalgia that goes good on the rocks
Recollecting last night's encounter with the spirit in my hallway
Whistling to an eerie tune of oddities I cannot describe in words
Reflecting on how I would sit up nights
And study my middle school yearbook
In my fantasies of my dreamlike success
In darker memories of my Fisher....
Horizon
4-5-13
On the horizon where waters meet the expanse
I wake up once again early and fresh
Given another chance with nothing on my mind to write about
Save that which comes from intuition
Going to battle with this inspiration
Packing my bags with this munition
As so I wrote this poem for the sake of itself
Gazing upon the horizon
Where it all begins again today.....
Goal
4-5-13
By the darkness in this distance
We hope to renounce and transcend this resistance
With a want to be no longer he whom is in control
Where we take it upon ourselves
To make this measurable goal
Yeah, something possible and realistic
Something we can do while we just be
Something to yet liberate the mind and set us free....
4-4-13
It's been almost a year since my cat passed away
And now I can see her in my mind's eye
As a figure of true glory and eminence
Given the hope that I will see her again
On the other side of the life I now hope for
With the whole weekend ahead of me
In hopes to make things better
In this haven and abode
Yeah, it's been almost a year
Leaving me with a sweeter taste in my mouth
With the evidence of things not seen and hope undeferred....
Fisher
4-4-13
In darker memories of my old school Fisher boom box
I partake in this nostalgia that goes good on the rocks
Recollecting last night's encounter with the spirit in my hallway
Whistling to an eerie tune of oddities I cannot describe in words
Reflecting on how I would sit up nights
And study my middle school yearbook
In my fantasies of my dreamlike success
In darker memories of my Fisher....
Horizon
4-5-13
On the horizon where waters meet the expanse
I wake up once again early and fresh
Given another chance with nothing on my mind to write about
Save that which comes from intuition
Going to battle with this inspiration
Packing my bags with this munition
As so I wrote this poem for the sake of itself
Gazing upon the horizon
Where it all begins again today.....
Goal
4-5-13
By the darkness in this distance
We hope to renounce and transcend this resistance
With a want to be no longer he whom is in control
Where we take it upon ourselves
To make this measurable goal
Yeah, something possible and realistic
Something we can do while we just be
Something to yet liberate the mind and set us free....
encounter
Encounter
4-4-13
She is waiting for me there in a place
Where I feel much better
Where I get the gist once again
Of Spirit and of letter
In visions of arousal where things get wetter
Spending the remainder of the evening in rhyme and verse
Living life to its fullest
Now that lifted is my burden of yesterday's curse
Gazing upon rotund protuberances
With joy that I create all around me....
Rogue
4-4-13
Rogue energy is manifested in dark places
Where mystery doth thrive upon the love of knowledge
Given from my God
Another good day at the library
In my retreat of the study of the soul
Where rogue energy is seen as something
I know not how to begin to grasp
Yet to follow my passion to find my power
Given from God in this grace
Wherein we are reconciled to mercy....
Order
4-4-13
Placing my order for a large pizza
And a bottle of Pepsi
Yet to follow my passion
To find my power in the magnetism of desire
That is conducive to growth and change
Where resistance can be the tool to become familiar
To all that seems strange
Yet to follow my passion and find my power....
Man Of Peace
4-4-13
I am a peaceful individual
Seeking not to pick a fight nor seek revenge
I am a great poet and scholar of truth
Playing this evening Geneses archives
In my antique collection worth much in the matters of nostalgia
Where authenticity plays her part in old schools of dogma of decadence
This much I will say in hopes to go there again....
4-4-13
She is waiting for me there in a place
Where I feel much better
Where I get the gist once again
Of Spirit and of letter
In visions of arousal where things get wetter
Spending the remainder of the evening in rhyme and verse
Living life to its fullest
Now that lifted is my burden of yesterday's curse
Gazing upon rotund protuberances
With joy that I create all around me....
Rogue
4-4-13
Rogue energy is manifested in dark places
Where mystery doth thrive upon the love of knowledge
Given from my God
Another good day at the library
In my retreat of the study of the soul
Where rogue energy is seen as something
I know not how to begin to grasp
Yet to follow my passion to find my power
Given from God in this grace
Wherein we are reconciled to mercy....
Order
4-4-13
Placing my order for a large pizza
And a bottle of Pepsi
Yet to follow my passion
To find my power in the magnetism of desire
That is conducive to growth and change
Where resistance can be the tool to become familiar
To all that seems strange
Yet to follow my passion and find my power....
Man Of Peace
4-4-13
I am a peaceful individual
Seeking not to pick a fight nor seek revenge
I am a great poet and scholar of truth
Playing this evening Geneses archives
In my antique collection worth much in the matters of nostalgia
Where authenticity plays her part in old schools of dogma of decadence
This much I will say in hopes to go there again....
psychology
Psychology
4-4-13
Another day is completed on my retreat
Of the study of my soul
In that I anticipate coming back next Tuesday
To meet someone on my way
She waits for me there
In a dream to carry in my pockets
To waking realities sweet as the coffee I stir
When I return home to my feline miracle manifested
In memory of marvelous manners of mood
Here and now where I wait for my stagecoach
Of opportunity and promise.....
Zebra Fish
4-4-13
My zebra fish is hiding
I call her mine because such is something I can observe
From a quiet place in which to dwell
Where my ride soon arrives
In that it's up to me to make it happen
As I find my way out to say hello
To an angel passing through
In that the zebra fish is lingering
Waiting for me there in a place of new opportunity
Making one more stop at my corner
Where I can make it so....
4-4-13
Another day is completed on my retreat
Of the study of my soul
In that I anticipate coming back next Tuesday
To meet someone on my way
She waits for me there
In a dream to carry in my pockets
To waking realities sweet as the coffee I stir
When I return home to my feline miracle manifested
In memory of marvelous manners of mood
Here and now where I wait for my stagecoach
Of opportunity and promise.....
Zebra Fish
4-4-13
My zebra fish is hiding
I call her mine because such is something I can observe
From a quiet place in which to dwell
Where my ride soon arrives
In that it's up to me to make it happen
As I find my way out to say hello
To an angel passing through
In that the zebra fish is lingering
Waiting for me there in a place of new opportunity
Making one more stop at my corner
Where I can make it so....
Saturday, June 11, 2016
angle
Angle
4-4-13
Right at my rakish angle
I reason as a remedy for reticence
Isolated from what I could have seen
If I was to go there and see
All that my eyes have been starving for
At a feast where fate speaks with my karma
Reaching out for these opportunities to break the ice
And use such to make my drink cold and fresh
She is waiting for me there
For when I do arrive
Not a destination but another step along my way
Of chosen joy and gladness....
Checkpoint
4-4-13
Approximately twenty-two hours ago
I was standing on this side of the street
Where an angel passing through
Gives me good advice to stand instead in the sun
Yet I was ill equipped to accept such instruction
By my present tense analysis of the sunshine beaming
Upon the walls of such a Presbyterian church
Upon which I say this blessing
This is a good sign that I can still observe.....
Point Well Taken
4-4-13
Hoping to reach my point C
In the segments of what is made manifest
By the available light
Where I find new places to write
Given the next hour or so
To simply absorb the carbonation
That lingers with condensation
Of arriving before it would be time to depart
From points A and B
In these segments of what is provided
In what is clearly seen
Even in the obscurity
Of windows to look through....
4-4-13
Right at my rakish angle
I reason as a remedy for reticence
Isolated from what I could have seen
If I was to go there and see
All that my eyes have been starving for
At a feast where fate speaks with my karma
Reaching out for these opportunities to break the ice
And use such to make my drink cold and fresh
She is waiting for me there
For when I do arrive
Not a destination but another step along my way
Of chosen joy and gladness....
Checkpoint
4-4-13
Approximately twenty-two hours ago
I was standing on this side of the street
Where an angel passing through
Gives me good advice to stand instead in the sun
Yet I was ill equipped to accept such instruction
By my present tense analysis of the sunshine beaming
Upon the walls of such a Presbyterian church
Upon which I say this blessing
This is a good sign that I can still observe.....
Point Well Taken
4-4-13
Hoping to reach my point C
In the segments of what is made manifest
By the available light
Where I find new places to write
Given the next hour or so
To simply absorb the carbonation
That lingers with condensation
Of arriving before it would be time to depart
From points A and B
In these segments of what is provided
In what is clearly seen
Even in the obscurity
Of windows to look through....
morsel
Morsel
4-4-13
My proverbial wasabi pea
Under t8he love seat cushion
Needs to be swept away by the tools I am equipped with
To make it happen this weekend
I hope to be as productive as it once was
In dreams of returning to retail work
With incentive to make my way back home
Of which resides right there where tonight I lay my head....
Gift
4-4-13
Writing a composition for the sake of itself
Out of a place called nowhere
That indeed is just as tangible as the pen
To which I now grasp
Seeing the benefit even in the adder and the asp
Giving this gift of roving eyes
Starving for the beauty already provided
By today's world of sunshine and optimism
She will be there when I lay my head down to sleep
So that I might once more truly go deep....
God's Match For Me
4-4-13
Lowering the waterline
To make clearly seen those deeper aspects
Of who I am in Jesus and He in me
Going with the flow of a river
Running to deeper and darker seas
Vast with their supply of salmon
Of my dreams she is waiting for me
There in that I believe that I will fall in love again
Making life more meaningful in my menagerie of moments
On the corner of Market and Memory....
4-4-13
My proverbial wasabi pea
Under t8he love seat cushion
Needs to be swept away by the tools I am equipped with
To make it happen this weekend
I hope to be as productive as it once was
In dreams of returning to retail work
With incentive to make my way back home
Of which resides right there where tonight I lay my head....
Gift
4-4-13
Writing a composition for the sake of itself
Out of a place called nowhere
That indeed is just as tangible as the pen
To which I now grasp
Seeing the benefit even in the adder and the asp
Giving this gift of roving eyes
Starving for the beauty already provided
By today's world of sunshine and optimism
She will be there when I lay my head down to sleep
So that I might once more truly go deep....
God's Match For Me
4-4-13
Lowering the waterline
To make clearly seen those deeper aspects
Of who I am in Jesus and He in me
Going with the flow of a river
Running to deeper and darker seas
Vast with their supply of salmon
Of my dreams she is waiting for me
There in that I believe that I will fall in love again
Making life more meaningful in my menagerie of moments
On the corner of Market and Memory....
vision
Vision
4-4-13
Vision will run deeper than sight
Where as spiritual entities
To freedom and consolation
We have the right
Looking across the quiet reading room
To take in the view of another angel
That God has sent my way
Making the most of the sunshine
As I live only for today
With no plan in mind save the faith
Of the measure that I can clearly see
In this intuition provided of my Maker....
Secretarial Subtleties
4-4-13
Secretarial subtleties
Are seen from across a room
That is gifted with its silence
Along the path not on the main map
Where street names are quite relevant
To the state of consciousness
Going higher still soon to step out for a smoke
For secretarial subtleties
And a soda to provide necessities and desires....
Crème
4-4-13
Crème de la crème
Makes her way tonight
Where my seed is spilled upon my nocturnal attire of gladness
Where for a little while I can forget my disarray of such madness
Incorporating these new words into today's material
Inspired by the things yet to come my way
Being as that which is secretive
As the recluse with a will to get on out
And head west once again
Just to see what the world has to offer....
4-4-13
Vision will run deeper than sight
Where as spiritual entities
To freedom and consolation
We have the right
Looking across the quiet reading room
To take in the view of another angel
That God has sent my way
Making the most of the sunshine
As I live only for today
With no plan in mind save the faith
Of the measure that I can clearly see
In this intuition provided of my Maker....
Secretarial Subtleties
4-4-13
Secretarial subtleties
Are seen from across a room
That is gifted with its silence
Along the path not on the main map
Where street names are quite relevant
To the state of consciousness
Going higher still soon to step out for a smoke
For secretarial subtleties
And a soda to provide necessities and desires....
Crème
4-4-13
Crème de la crème
Makes her way tonight
Where my seed is spilled upon my nocturnal attire of gladness
Where for a little while I can forget my disarray of such madness
Incorporating these new words into today's material
Inspired by the things yet to come my way
Being as that which is secretive
As the recluse with a will to get on out
And head west once again
Just to see what the world has to offer....
caramel
Caramel
4-4-13
Considering the convalescence
Caring and craving after caramel desserts
As our just dessert and additional course
At a table where one tends to starve at a feast
Where I put in another day of deep study
And then go back on my way east
Sometimes going backwards
To go again forward in time and space
Where concentric circles are studied
By the mind whom wants to know more in this....
Adversity, The Gift
4-4-13
Paradigmatic shifts are in praises of purpose and poise
In that I put my headphones on to block out all other distracting noise
In that I have no need to go out tonight with the boys
Where adversity is as a gift and the situation is a blessing in disguise
Wherein I have no desire to get in the circle to join the guys
In my own study of the soul
Today wanting something to believe in my own size......
Latest Research
4-4-13
In my latest research
Of brainwave synchronization
I find it there like a golden key
To a door that is already unlocked
As soon come Summertime
I recite this composition into the microphone
Of my old school Dictaphone
To prove to the real me that I'm not alone
In my latest research today in the study of the soul
Surnamed psychology which will be my new dream and goal....
4-4-13
Considering the convalescence
Caring and craving after caramel desserts
As our just dessert and additional course
At a table where one tends to starve at a feast
Where I put in another day of deep study
And then go back on my way east
Sometimes going backwards
To go again forward in time and space
Where concentric circles are studied
By the mind whom wants to know more in this....
Adversity, The Gift
4-4-13
Paradigmatic shifts are in praises of purpose and poise
In that I put my headphones on to block out all other distracting noise
In that I have no need to go out tonight with the boys
Where adversity is as a gift and the situation is a blessing in disguise
Wherein I have no desire to get in the circle to join the guys
In my own study of the soul
Today wanting something to believe in my own size......
Latest Research
4-4-13
In my latest research
Of brainwave synchronization
I find it there like a golden key
To a door that is already unlocked
As soon come Summertime
I recite this composition into the microphone
Of my old school Dictaphone
To prove to the real me that I'm not alone
In my latest research today in the study of the soul
Surnamed psychology which will be my new dream and goal....
Friday, June 10, 2016
dig
Dig
4-4-13
With emphasis upon Ephesus
I delve and dig into my dreams half forgotten
Where I eat of the seeds before the fruit is rotten
Seeing that all serves its purpose in the world today
And all things are possible with the One God upon which now I lean
Where I do my soul searching
To find what it all can mean
Happy to be a novice
Yet callow, unfledged and green
Where I must say that I really dig the library scene
To yet find new ways where I can change my reality for the better....
Delve
4-4-13
Every problem is an assignment
Designed by your soul
In the being of the resent moment
Where opportunity plays her leading role
And, O she is beautiful
To eyes that have been at rest for so long
Where I remember things of long ago
Yet I cannot see into my yesterday of yearning
In prayer to reach out today to my angels
And guides I meet along the way
Where I can indeed change my reality for the better.....
Query
4-4-13
Yet to query life and rail at God
Where it does no good to be resentful
Or play the game of blame
When it is all about us and them
Seeing a prolific day ahead
Under skies of azure and velvet
As such questions of whom cried aloud
Are given answers in God's grace today
In this soul searching of my library retreat
Knowing of how the tares can grow alongside the wheat.....
4-4-13
With emphasis upon Ephesus
I delve and dig into my dreams half forgotten
Where I eat of the seeds before the fruit is rotten
Seeing that all serves its purpose in the world today
And all things are possible with the One God upon which now I lean
Where I do my soul searching
To find what it all can mean
Happy to be a novice
Yet callow, unfledged and green
Where I must say that I really dig the library scene
To yet find new ways where I can change my reality for the better....
Delve
4-4-13
Every problem is an assignment
Designed by your soul
In the being of the resent moment
Where opportunity plays her leading role
And, O she is beautiful
To eyes that have been at rest for so long
Where I remember things of long ago
Yet I cannot see into my yesterday of yearning
In prayer to reach out today to my angels
And guides I meet along the way
Where I can indeed change my reality for the better.....
Query
4-4-13
Yet to query life and rail at God
Where it does no good to be resentful
Or play the game of blame
When it is all about us and them
Seeing a prolific day ahead
Under skies of azure and velvet
As such questions of whom cried aloud
Are given answers in God's grace today
In this soul searching of my library retreat
Knowing of how the tares can grow alongside the wheat.....
one light
One Light
4-3-13
There are many lamps but only one light
Where faith is a mansion of many rooms
To see beyond the cliché of black and white
Yet to evolve grow and flourish
With morning juice by which I would nourish
Being myself today when everyone else is taken
Yet to be enlightened by the One light
Where now again I awaken....
Glory Fades Not
4-2-13
There is nothing wrong with enjoying the beauty
Of the world today
As long as one does not want it for themselves
As factions place taboo upon what the eye can behold
In the library quiet reading room
Yet this is not me at all
Being it has been one year
Since my forever feline friend passes into the heavens
By which I can embrace my sadness...
Somewhere
4-3-13
Led by the magnet of magnificent
Back to the tablet underneath the fourteen chandeliers
With only this vision
To get it all down in writing
Gazing upon the inspirational romance section
Where newfangled bosoms stand out from somewhere
Looking to this new guide of the keys in such muses worthy of higher esteem
Where these words do come from the somewhere
That I can call right here and now.....
4-3-13
There are many lamps but only one light
Where faith is a mansion of many rooms
To see beyond the cliché of black and white
Yet to evolve grow and flourish
With morning juice by which I would nourish
Being myself today when everyone else is taken
Yet to be enlightened by the One light
Where now again I awaken....
Glory Fades Not
4-2-13
There is nothing wrong with enjoying the beauty
Of the world today
As long as one does not want it for themselves
As factions place taboo upon what the eye can behold
In the library quiet reading room
Yet this is not me at all
Being it has been one year
Since my forever feline friend passes into the heavens
By which I can embrace my sadness...
Somewhere
4-3-13
Led by the magnet of magnificent
Back to the tablet underneath the fourteen chandeliers
With only this vision
To get it all down in writing
Gazing upon the inspirational romance section
Where newfangled bosoms stand out from somewhere
Looking to this new guide of the keys in such muses worthy of higher esteem
Where these words do come from the somewhere
That I can call right here and now.....
wafting
Wafting
4-2-13
Fragrances of fortune waft on gentle breezes
In my misadventures of spring cleaning
Hoping to do something about such a something
In the situation at hand
Waiting to have my ordeal fulfilled
In the One Word of grace freely given
Where we don't need to work for it
Giving such my undivided attention by my faith
Where I cannot quite see it clearly
With eyes that rove.....
Incentive
4-2-13
Saturated and unrelenting
So is the world all around us
Where we strive for perfection
Wanting to give one hundred and ten percent
With these limitations merely illusion
Looking outward towards the outward way
To vegetables and dip
And another good trip into my magnificent subconscious
Haven of release
And what man whom is alive
Did not wish for such peace...
Enough
4-2-13
Sustained upon this pulse
With countenance fairer
Somewhat miraculous
In that I had another prolific day
In my library retreat of things I was yet to find
While searching in that such I baked with cheese and salt
Of a character to extol and exalt
Waiting patiently for the train to arrive
On the corner of hope and of faith
Which is all I really need to but succeed....
4-2-13
Fragrances of fortune waft on gentle breezes
In my misadventures of spring cleaning
Hoping to do something about such a something
In the situation at hand
Waiting to have my ordeal fulfilled
In the One Word of grace freely given
Where we don't need to work for it
Giving such my undivided attention by my faith
Where I cannot quite see it clearly
With eyes that rove.....
Incentive
4-2-13
Saturated and unrelenting
So is the world all around us
Where we strive for perfection
Wanting to give one hundred and ten percent
With these limitations merely illusion
Looking outward towards the outward way
To vegetables and dip
And another good trip into my magnificent subconscious
Haven of release
And what man whom is alive
Did not wish for such peace...
Enough
4-2-13
Sustained upon this pulse
With countenance fairer
Somewhat miraculous
In that I had another prolific day
In my library retreat of things I was yet to find
While searching in that such I baked with cheese and salt
Of a character to extol and exalt
Waiting patiently for the train to arrive
On the corner of hope and of faith
Which is all I really need to but succeed....
polyhedron
Polyhedron
4-2-13
Love is multifaceted
Like the polyhedron that indeed could and still can
Where my prayer today is to meet the angels on the path to my refinement
Knowing that I am the way
As Jesus is not only positional
But in word and truth
Like the polyhedron that still sparkles
In reflections of my sunshine
Made by God for me today
Wherein love is multifaceted....
Letting Go
4-2-13
I reach out for this tablet
To make my latest entry of the day's events
To ask myself what do I feel right now
And then ask would or could I let it go
And then choose my when to be right now
Wherein two hours remain
For me to do the research on it
This is the first step towards the manifestation
Of the light that indeed I am...
Armchair Philosophy
4-2-13
Even Jesus was called the man of sorrows
Where we accept to preserve our blues on this sunny day
Seeing such as a part of life
Yet to release what is melancholy in all of this
To invite it as a deeper aspect of who we really are
Of which we are yet to discover for ourselves
This page has been inspired by the armchair philosophy
That I look into on my library retreat right before me...
Wrapping Up My Day
4-2-13
Wrapping up another day of my library retreat
To see how the words that end up on these pages
Are not of the me I claim to see
Yet to be given an epiphany at three
Yet to take steps of faith over to the main entrance
Where I meet my ride back to my abode
Where awaits my assignment and a night of victuals
And hope for tomorrow
To come back here and learn much of what is the real me....
4-2-13
Love is multifaceted
Like the polyhedron that indeed could and still can
Where my prayer today is to meet the angels on the path to my refinement
Knowing that I am the way
As Jesus is not only positional
But in word and truth
Like the polyhedron that still sparkles
In reflections of my sunshine
Made by God for me today
Wherein love is multifaceted....
Letting Go
4-2-13
I reach out for this tablet
To make my latest entry of the day's events
To ask myself what do I feel right now
And then ask would or could I let it go
And then choose my when to be right now
Wherein two hours remain
For me to do the research on it
This is the first step towards the manifestation
Of the light that indeed I am...
Armchair Philosophy
4-2-13
Even Jesus was called the man of sorrows
Where we accept to preserve our blues on this sunny day
Seeing such as a part of life
Yet to release what is melancholy in all of this
To invite it as a deeper aspect of who we really are
Of which we are yet to discover for ourselves
This page has been inspired by the armchair philosophy
That I look into on my library retreat right before me...
Wrapping Up My Day
4-2-13
Wrapping up another day of my library retreat
To see how the words that end up on these pages
Are not of the me I claim to see
Yet to be given an epiphany at three
Yet to take steps of faith over to the main entrance
Where I meet my ride back to my abode
Where awaits my assignment and a night of victuals
And hope for tomorrow
To come back here and learn much of what is the real me....
drizzle
Drizzle
4-2-13
Of my being with aspiration
In hope incentive falls with drizzling rains
Upon streets of promise
On the corner of Market and Queen
Where I live only for today
With books checked out and my work cut out for me
Where Jesus still is the light and the Way
Where this is the place that I like to just be who I am in Jesus....
Led
4-2-13
Led by guides in the house of my reading
Astrological and aphoristic
Not knowing where I will go from here
Ecstatic in that I am right here and now
Axiomatic and affectionate towards my true self
Yet being revised and refined
Where the hands of time will only seem
To stand up against my happiness that today I create
Doing my research to be effective on9 my way back to church....
Sacred Space
4-2-13
Hermetic wisdom is gained today
In my sacred space
Behind a wall I hope to yet transcend
Given new guides to yet meet
Those whom are placed on my path
Half remembering last night's dreams of feminine fighters
With facades of favor
Looking upon the back of my left hand
In contemplation of how God has made me for a purpose...
4-2-13
Of my being with aspiration
In hope incentive falls with drizzling rains
Upon streets of promise
On the corner of Market and Queen
Where I live only for today
With books checked out and my work cut out for me
Where Jesus still is the light and the Way
Where this is the place that I like to just be who I am in Jesus....
Led
4-2-13
Led by guides in the house of my reading
Astrological and aphoristic
Not knowing where I will go from here
Ecstatic in that I am right here and now
Axiomatic and affectionate towards my true self
Yet being revised and refined
Where the hands of time will only seem
To stand up against my happiness that today I create
Doing my research to be effective on9 my way back to church....
Sacred Space
4-2-13
Hermetic wisdom is gained today
In my sacred space
Behind a wall I hope to yet transcend
Given new guides to yet meet
Those whom are placed on my path
Half remembering last night's dreams of feminine fighters
With facades of favor
Looking upon the back of my left hand
In contemplation of how God has made me for a purpose...
lead role
Lead Role
3-31-13
Many of us will be as stars
Until trials make their way upon the scene
As we know victory come the end credits
That roll by the setting of tomorrow's agenda
In the written quota and goal
Given leading roles to yet follow
Where such truth is hard to swallow
In that I pray for a positive change in my tomorrow
Quite uncertain of which I cannot clearly see
From here where I now stand.....
Better Things To Come
4-1-13
Seeing the better things to come
In a tabernacle made not from hands of men
Wherein enlisted today
Is such a diligent and no longer idle ball point pen
Knowing I need to start somewhere
In nuances and variations of hues unknown
Knowing not where to begin in all of this
Not by the blood of calves or goats
But by his own....
Serge
4-1-13
For green and callow twill weave serge
I build upon the foundation of desire
To know again my urge
As beautiful sunshine beams upon my cat's pelage
Through a window of my future of all history
When today is a gift
And tomorrow is the mystery
Fresh and clean by the morning of new endeavors
To put into practice like the wisdom at hand....
Back At The Library
4-2-13
I can revise reality
O, I am able
Hungry and thirsty for the knowledge
Led by guides to shelves of surety
Thanking Jesus for even my troubles
Even while under that label
In that I claim to know that things will get better
When such is what I believe
Where words doth float like water
To seas of surety deep and vast....
3-31-13
Many of us will be as stars
Until trials make their way upon the scene
As we know victory come the end credits
That roll by the setting of tomorrow's agenda
In the written quota and goal
Given leading roles to yet follow
Where such truth is hard to swallow
In that I pray for a positive change in my tomorrow
Quite uncertain of which I cannot clearly see
From here where I now stand.....
Better Things To Come
4-1-13
Seeing the better things to come
In a tabernacle made not from hands of men
Wherein enlisted today
Is such a diligent and no longer idle ball point pen
Knowing I need to start somewhere
In nuances and variations of hues unknown
Knowing not where to begin in all of this
Not by the blood of calves or goats
But by his own....
Serge
4-1-13
For green and callow twill weave serge
I build upon the foundation of desire
To know again my urge
As beautiful sunshine beams upon my cat's pelage
Through a window of my future of all history
When today is a gift
And tomorrow is the mystery
Fresh and clean by the morning of new endeavors
To put into practice like the wisdom at hand....
Back At The Library
4-2-13
I can revise reality
O, I am able
Hungry and thirsty for the knowledge
Led by guides to shelves of surety
Thanking Jesus for even my troubles
Even while under that label
In that I claim to know that things will get better
When such is what I believe
Where words doth float like water
To seas of surety deep and vast....
Thursday, June 9, 2016
pedestrian
Pedestrian
3-31-13
Pedestrian and middling purling streams
Are portrayed in last night's lucid dreams
Of which I write of here
So that they can be to know of what's in you
In seeing the real me
Seeing the here and now
To be the darkest of all days
Soon to come to its conclusion
To be the catalyst of my ways of which
I hope for positive change
Where my subconscious mind soon overlaps
That which is known
In that I tend to a garden
Where that which dies is no longer grown.....
Closing Of Easter At Dusk
3-31-13
The Spirit that sustains
Keeps us going in all adversity
Of which I can write about on this night soon
Made manifest as the light of day fades into the dusk
Of a promise for much to put into writing
Now and here soon to turn on my bible televised for the holiday
And what it all can mean
Taking up a book about how it is enough.....
The Way It Works
3-31-13
Choosing to pray contrary to the law
Made to be cast into the lion's den
As an illustration describing those that do
As a means of worthy consequence
Just the way it works in past and present tense
Doing what is contrary to be as the right thing
Where my subconscious mind overlaps
What I can see here and now
Yet to put these dreams into writing
Yet to prophesy in such available lighting
Choosing to pray regardless of what was said against it.....
3-31-13
Pedestrian and middling purling streams
Are portrayed in last night's lucid dreams
Of which I write of here
So that they can be to know of what's in you
In seeing the real me
Seeing the here and now
To be the darkest of all days
Soon to come to its conclusion
To be the catalyst of my ways of which
I hope for positive change
Where my subconscious mind soon overlaps
That which is known
In that I tend to a garden
Where that which dies is no longer grown.....
Closing Of Easter At Dusk
3-31-13
The Spirit that sustains
Keeps us going in all adversity
Of which I can write about on this night soon
Made manifest as the light of day fades into the dusk
Of a promise for much to put into writing
Now and here soon to turn on my bible televised for the holiday
And what it all can mean
Taking up a book about how it is enough.....
The Way It Works
3-31-13
Choosing to pray contrary to the law
Made to be cast into the lion's den
As an illustration describing those that do
As a means of worthy consequence
Just the way it works in past and present tense
Doing what is contrary to be as the right thing
Where my subconscious mind overlaps
What I can see here and now
Yet to put these dreams into writing
Yet to prophesy in such available lighting
Choosing to pray regardless of what was said against it.....
primogeniture
Primogeniture
5-20-16
Elders sought false witness and testimony
But for what but to take another uppercut
Finding more at the last
Come two I am able to destroy the temple of God
And build it again in three days
I adjure you by the living God
Go back to bed for a few more hours
And pray for a good one
Back up at five
That's more like it
I play my eighty-four archive
I adjure thee by the living God
That you stay up this time around
As a primogeniture of praise
If I could I world just let it go.....
Gratuitous
5-20-16
Where I sit becomes the s5tarting point
God knows where I'm wide awake
And I sleep no longer for alabaster
For colonists and settlers
Blue silken sky
O, egalitarian of social and civil rights
As a citizen of the kingdom
I can see now night should have been my own
But it's all Jesus and gratuitous
The gift of grace
And another trip into the amazing field
Come the wondrous sunrise
Let it go!
Wondrous Stare
5-20-16
I embark on another journey
Home to Mother for my birthday
As a charter member of all charity
And another Waterloo near Brussels
Thou hath said nevertheless hereafter
Shall you see the son of man
Sitting on the right hand of power
So the High Priest rent his clothes
And the sun is slowly rising
Back up at six-thirty
More like it up for air
The swim against the tide
He is guilty of death
And I nuke my coffee
Up for the count
Prophesy unto us
Who is he that smote thee?
5-20-16
Elders sought false witness and testimony
But for what but to take another uppercut
Finding more at the last
Come two I am able to destroy the temple of God
And build it again in three days
I adjure you by the living God
Go back to bed for a few more hours
And pray for a good one
Back up at five
That's more like it
I play my eighty-four archive
I adjure thee by the living God
That you stay up this time around
As a primogeniture of praise
If I could I world just let it go.....
Gratuitous
5-20-16
Where I sit becomes the s5tarting point
God knows where I'm wide awake
And I sleep no longer for alabaster
For colonists and settlers
Blue silken sky
O, egalitarian of social and civil rights
As a citizen of the kingdom
I can see now night should have been my own
But it's all Jesus and gratuitous
The gift of grace
And another trip into the amazing field
Come the wondrous sunrise
Let it go!
Wondrous Stare
5-20-16
I embark on another journey
Home to Mother for my birthday
As a charter member of all charity
And another Waterloo near Brussels
Thou hath said nevertheless hereafter
Shall you see the son of man
Sitting on the right hand of power
So the High Priest rent his clothes
And the sun is slowly rising
Back up at six-thirty
More like it up for air
The swim against the tide
He is guilty of death
And I nuke my coffee
Up for the count
Prophesy unto us
Who is he that smote thee?
Ordonance
Ordinance
5-20-16
Yeah, they heed borders
For cassette players and tape recorders
Go it old school with my own golden rule
On my own hobbyhorse
And when it's raining hard
He called Judas friend
As another dichotomy isometric
O, great ocean
O, Aristoi our ordinance
Great ending to another classic epic
Of loose leaf printed
And with wanting to believe
In the hands of love
And concerns in pink
To make today a mission of it....
Green (Getting Weak)
5-20-16
Green is getting weak
So now I write in blue
He felt the healing hands of love
That we still seek
O,- mummer our costumed merrymaker
At a festival somewhere
Ring those bells when they serve a pitcher of Beck's
Yet to democratize our narrow views
Yet still apolitical
So where is the building for our mummer
Put up again that sword
Think thou that I cannot pray to my Father
That thus it might be honest engine
In the hands of love
Still talking about colors
Finding out nothing but in what I do.....
Clad In Caftan
5-20-16
Things have changed
She turned her head
That thus it must be
In that same hour
He speaks to then multitudes
"Are ye come out against a thief
With swords and staves
Another quantum leap
Grand finale
Looking for Caiaphas in the rain
We see their tears
Where all scribes are assembled
Clad in caftan
Our full length garment
Just to be seen of them
Along the Mediterranean
During my return to only god knows where....
5-20-16
Yeah, they heed borders
For cassette players and tape recorders
Go it old school with my own golden rule
On my own hobbyhorse
And when it's raining hard
He called Judas friend
As another dichotomy isometric
O, great ocean
O, Aristoi our ordinance
Great ending to another classic epic
Of loose leaf printed
And with wanting to believe
In the hands of love
And concerns in pink
To make today a mission of it....
Green (Getting Weak)
5-20-16
Green is getting weak
So now I write in blue
He felt the healing hands of love
That we still seek
O,- mummer our costumed merrymaker
At a festival somewhere
Ring those bells when they serve a pitcher of Beck's
Yet to democratize our narrow views
Yet still apolitical
So where is the building for our mummer
Put up again that sword
Think thou that I cannot pray to my Father
That thus it might be honest engine
In the hands of love
Still talking about colors
Finding out nothing but in what I do.....
Clad In Caftan
5-20-16
Things have changed
She turned her head
That thus it must be
In that same hour
He speaks to then multitudes
"Are ye come out against a thief
With swords and staves
Another quantum leap
Grand finale
Looking for Caiaphas in the rain
We see their tears
Where all scribes are assembled
Clad in caftan
Our full length garment
Just to be seen of them
Along the Mediterranean
During my return to only god knows where....
Pelops
Pelops
5-20-16
Hope, faith or vanity
Our Pelops son of Tantalus
I will not drink of the fruit of the vine
Until all is fulfilled
All men should be offended in thee you
I will not yet sing the hymn again
Nor wake up to the smell of coffee
I go before you into Galilee
The greatest gift is you
What did men mean by the original
O, sons of Zebedee
Be my naked flame
Where the strands fall sorrowful
And heavily oppressed....
On Matthew 26:43
5-20-16
Naked in the clothes you made
Taking it to the extremes
Feeling good to know it before it was
And now just because
And he came back and found them asleep
And their eyes are heavy
Go now and take your rest
Son on your birthday weekend
You give me shelter from the heat and the dust
My new game is called all the way around
No more water in the well
Is was just another bad dream
As I take it to the extreme....
Priestly
5-20-16
Rise, let us be going
Wise in what we are later on to be knowing
Lies, as so the truth is growing
Behold He is at the hand that doth betray Me
O, wail master
I give too this kill on our hobbyhorse view
Approbation, praise and official approval
Wouldn't it be scary if Bono grew a beard
For our gossamer in the air
Or caught on grass of bushes
The poet pushes
Looking for Priestly
And look what he has found
Like in discussion of concerns
Come soft, sheer gauzy fabric delicate
Nothing left but to moan like the river....
5-20-16
Hope, faith or vanity
Our Pelops son of Tantalus
I will not drink of the fruit of the vine
Until all is fulfilled
All men should be offended in thee you
I will not yet sing the hymn again
Nor wake up to the smell of coffee
I go before you into Galilee
The greatest gift is you
What did men mean by the original
O, sons of Zebedee
Be my naked flame
Where the strands fall sorrowful
And heavily oppressed....
On Matthew 26:43
5-20-16
Naked in the clothes you made
Taking it to the extremes
Feeling good to know it before it was
And now just because
And he came back and found them asleep
And their eyes are heavy
Go now and take your rest
Son on your birthday weekend
You give me shelter from the heat and the dust
My new game is called all the way around
No more water in the well
Is was just another bad dream
As I take it to the extreme....
Priestly
5-20-16
Rise, let us be going
Wise in what we are later on to be knowing
Lies, as so the truth is growing
Behold He is at the hand that doth betray Me
O, wail master
I give too this kill on our hobbyhorse view
Approbation, praise and official approval
Wouldn't it be scary if Bono grew a beard
For our gossamer in the air
Or caught on grass of bushes
The poet pushes
Looking for Priestly
And look what he has found
Like in discussion of concerns
Come soft, sheer gauzy fabric delicate
Nothing left but to moan like the river....
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
caveat
Caveat
5-19-16
And to believe in our fiddler dram
He sees its chased shadow
Like one in need of affection
Come nonimportation
I share my secret to the cleaning lady
And all I know is that I'm sore
Playing Ballad Of Easy Rider again
The rough demo
A reason for such madness
He bore the weight of trips home
Let you waters wash down
Flow to the sea
For my caveat and qualification
And I pray for emancipation of my soul
And to believe....
Cicerone Revisited
5-20-16
The seam is split
Like my first aid kit
Up entirely too early with another nicotine fit
I see faces frozen still against His will
Take, eat, this is my body
As the call cost of the film
Come the capstone of structure
And wall hands of steel and heart of stone
Never mind what you feel in that you're not alone
On another ciceronian trip to somewhere
Elegiac and puplicitous
I'm hanging on
The glass is cut
Blood shed for many
This is not my rut
This is my love and no but.....
There's More
5-20-16
A limb is lost and a chain undone
Come Pentecost at the rising of the sun
As time had been amass
From his hourglass
Looking for eggshells
Do I simply accept it
Love is slowly stripped away
And has seen its better day
Later on I read my stuff
For our Thucydides
Playing the peloponneissan war
I'm hanging on one sleepless night is really nothing at all
As the lights go down
I feel there's more.....
5-19-16
And to believe in our fiddler dram
He sees its chased shadow
Like one in need of affection
Come nonimportation
I share my secret to the cleaning lady
And all I know is that I'm sore
Playing Ballad Of Easy Rider again
The rough demo
A reason for such madness
He bore the weight of trips home
Let you waters wash down
Flow to the sea
For my caveat and qualification
And I pray for emancipation of my soul
And to believe....
Cicerone Revisited
5-20-16
The seam is split
Like my first aid kit
Up entirely too early with another nicotine fit
I see faces frozen still against His will
Take, eat, this is my body
As the call cost of the film
Come the capstone of structure
And wall hands of steel and heart of stone
Never mind what you feel in that you're not alone
On another ciceronian trip to somewhere
Elegiac and puplicitous
I'm hanging on
The glass is cut
Blood shed for many
This is not my rut
This is my love and no but.....
There's More
5-20-16
A limb is lost and a chain undone
Come Pentecost at the rising of the sun
As time had been amass
From his hourglass
Looking for eggshells
Do I simply accept it
Love is slowly stripped away
And has seen its better day
Later on I read my stuff
For our Thucydides
Playing the peloponneissan war
I'm hanging on one sleepless night is really nothing at all
As the lights go down
I feel there's more.....
nub
Nub Revisited
5-19-16
Like the crumpled letter left unwritten
Better a skylark for them in three-beat phrases
So malicious and so full of guile
I was being blown faster than a tread and track
I was not disobedient to tomorrow's heavenly vision
As my mission accomplished to lend a hand
Come nub and protuberance
Knob and small lump, the essence
The hope in that I want more
No longer exploited by superstition
Nineteen has no such significance
Looking for Agulnan Davila
Our chronicler of the Indies
With sang-froid
In trying circumstances
Ina voce
I was out of sorts with Fate...
Riposte
5-19-16
Three, two, one
We have liftoff
With sang-froid
Lost away in space
Where millions of hearts are lifted
Unavaricious taking responsibility for my lady friend's lost keys
Still sang-froid in that I have the time for summary riposte
Roll me over in the clover
I seek to become again the rover
'Twas behind the sun panegyric our composition such as this
Three, two, one
We have liftoff....
'64 Penny
5-19-16
Run back home with me
Where I go there to work on Daddy's farm
As a beneficiary our recipient
Saint or sinner
Loser and winner
For our mausoleums
Keep me burning with oil in my lamp
As another traveler come abolition of social inequalities
I got your note as Enola come elaborate praise and laudation
Stand up and sing, this initial flight
Growing our coleus, our flame nettle homespun
Sanctified by faith in me for my sixty-four copper coin....
5-19-16
Like the crumpled letter left unwritten
Better a skylark for them in three-beat phrases
So malicious and so full of guile
I was being blown faster than a tread and track
I was not disobedient to tomorrow's heavenly vision
As my mission accomplished to lend a hand
Come nub and protuberance
Knob and small lump, the essence
The hope in that I want more
No longer exploited by superstition
Nineteen has no such significance
Looking for Agulnan Davila
Our chronicler of the Indies
With sang-froid
In trying circumstances
Ina voce
I was out of sorts with Fate...
Riposte
5-19-16
Three, two, one
We have liftoff
With sang-froid
Lost away in space
Where millions of hearts are lifted
Unavaricious taking responsibility for my lady friend's lost keys
Still sang-froid in that I have the time for summary riposte
Roll me over in the clover
I seek to become again the rover
'Twas behind the sun panegyric our composition such as this
Three, two, one
We have liftoff....
'64 Penny
5-19-16
Run back home with me
Where I go there to work on Daddy's farm
As a beneficiary our recipient
Saint or sinner
Loser and winner
For our mausoleums
Keep me burning with oil in my lamp
As another traveler come abolition of social inequalities
I got your note as Enola come elaborate praise and laudation
Stand up and sing, this initial flight
Growing our coleus, our flame nettle homespun
Sanctified by faith in me for my sixty-four copper coin....
Festus Recounts
Festus Recounts
5-19-16
Festus recounts the case to king Agrippa
O, all this separation pierces me to the heart
Meet me down there soon
And we'll hit it off as good friends
Burning our candle at both ends
The bitter taste still lingers on
For portents and premonitions
Sun down and yellow moon a slither
Our emblematic ditty
And bringing treats home for my kitty
I might have sung as I come here young
I mess up her hair and introduce her to another chair
Spirited to care
Going past Elizabeth City
Where the streets are pretty....
Memorial (It's Gloom Alone)
5-19-16
It's gloom alone that counts
In our backroom
Looking for William Cobbet
In a need of another cigarette
Piebald black and white
Beauty walks the razor's edge at Saratoga
East of springs where we find things
It is only me that can reduce me to tears
Don't you cry and never mind the doubts and fears
For when he returns come Caesar our Nero
With wisdom close to infinity next to zero
For a memorial and a reminder of horse's legs hinder
And from that time he sought opportunity to betray him
Accept it always
And in a place with thankfulness....
Invite The Poor And Homeless
5-19-16
Faster than any train on the rail
No such disaster for sugar cane
As to set sail where wist thou we prepare this Passover
I heard all of these rumors
Appointing themselves to set it up
And to invite the poor and hopeless
As Agrippa prepares to hear Paul in another parallel bible study
For the books
What makes the wind want to blow
Tonight let ye into to wits to such a man
To tell him my time has come
But not for Coke and rum
At the house with my disciples
Rise and stand on your feet
For I appeared to you for this purpose....
5-19-16
Festus recounts the case to king Agrippa
O, all this separation pierces me to the heart
Meet me down there soon
And we'll hit it off as good friends
Burning our candle at both ends
The bitter taste still lingers on
For portents and premonitions
Sun down and yellow moon a slither
Our emblematic ditty
And bringing treats home for my kitty
I might have sung as I come here young
I mess up her hair and introduce her to another chair
Spirited to care
Going past Elizabeth City
Where the streets are pretty....
Memorial (It's Gloom Alone)
5-19-16
It's gloom alone that counts
In our backroom
Looking for William Cobbet
In a need of another cigarette
Piebald black and white
Beauty walks the razor's edge at Saratoga
East of springs where we find things
It is only me that can reduce me to tears
Don't you cry and never mind the doubts and fears
For when he returns come Caesar our Nero
With wisdom close to infinity next to zero
For a memorial and a reminder of horse's legs hinder
And from that time he sought opportunity to betray him
Accept it always
And in a place with thankfulness....
Invite The Poor And Homeless
5-19-16
Faster than any train on the rail
No such disaster for sugar cane
As to set sail where wist thou we prepare this Passover
I heard all of these rumors
Appointing themselves to set it up
And to invite the poor and hopeless
As Agrippa prepares to hear Paul in another parallel bible study
For the books
What makes the wind want to blow
Tonight let ye into to wits to such a man
To tell him my time has come
But not for Coke and rum
At the house with my disciples
Rise and stand on your feet
For I appeared to you for this purpose....
seller of purple
Seller Of Purple
5-19-16
Seller of purple waits at the gates
And loves and hates
As sunshine pours on through for new hope
Our intricate key to fit the lock
Why trouble you such a woman
For she has done a good work
Seller of purple
Paul departed by night to Caesarea
Another version of idiot wind
It's a wonder that I can still breathe clean air
Steam on my lenses
At eight on the nose
Dreaming about the way some things are
Seller of purple
You will be my morning star
Now that we've come this far
Tell no man that you have revealed these things to me....
Duende
5-19-16
Code Duello
Our duende on magnetism
Down the highway to newfound bliss
Mama, I'm coming home
In my fetal position upon your couch
Another embargo to attract good karma
By charm another salve and saving cause
Our menial provision tonight
I will make it right
I send him anon to you as commanded
And more billingsgate only in my head
Foul and abtuse
Only an utterance of awe
Posturing in my fetal position
Watching television with you
Come another accusation.....
On Acts 24:24
5-19-16
Felix adjourns the case
For our embargo act
You say the darkest hour
Is when I get up and get dressed to shew blessed
Yet wouldn't know what I hear until you say it for yourself
O, hope delve not defined back to Versailes
To straggle through barbed wire on my father's farm
To but attitudinize the analogy
Our Vernix Caseora covering my skin
With scales that fall away
Two yers at Caesarea
Another classic Dylan tune from my archives
The rehearsal is just beginning
Preparing me for tomorrow
Come cri de Coeur foregone
O, Drusilla where is your daring.....
5-19-16
Seller of purple waits at the gates
And loves and hates
As sunshine pours on through for new hope
Our intricate key to fit the lock
Why trouble you such a woman
For she has done a good work
Seller of purple
Paul departed by night to Caesarea
Another version of idiot wind
It's a wonder that I can still breathe clean air
Steam on my lenses
At eight on the nose
Dreaming about the way some things are
Seller of purple
You will be my morning star
Now that we've come this far
Tell no man that you have revealed these things to me....
Duende
5-19-16
Code Duello
Our duende on magnetism
Down the highway to newfound bliss
Mama, I'm coming home
In my fetal position upon your couch
Another embargo to attract good karma
By charm another salve and saving cause
Our menial provision tonight
I will make it right
I send him anon to you as commanded
And more billingsgate only in my head
Foul and abtuse
Only an utterance of awe
Posturing in my fetal position
Watching television with you
Come another accusation.....
On Acts 24:24
5-19-16
Felix adjourns the case
For our embargo act
You say the darkest hour
Is when I get up and get dressed to shew blessed
Yet wouldn't know what I hear until you say it for yourself
O, hope delve not defined back to Versailes
To straggle through barbed wire on my father's farm
To but attitudinize the analogy
Our Vernix Caseora covering my skin
With scales that fall away
Two yers at Caesarea
Another classic Dylan tune from my archives
The rehearsal is just beginning
Preparing me for tomorrow
Come cri de Coeur foregone
O, Drusilla where is your daring.....
levant
Our Levant
3-17-16
Your name is as ointment poured forth
For next weekend I travel north
And now pack my bag
O, feed your little goats
Beside shepherds' tents
Soon again abed
But for now I write until I'm wearied
My pen slips to Levant
Bordered on the east Mediterranean
In the branches of another abele
The white poplar does not struggle to bloom
In gear still we will run after you
And inhabit the tents of Kedar.....
Strong Easterly Wind
3-17-16
Take heed unto the doctrine
Continue in lust
For in so doing
Thou will both love thyself
And those that hear you
I wreck it sometime today or tomorrow
Come another levanted wind from the east
We can almost see it for what it is
Entreat an elder as a grandfather
And requite what is good and acceptable
Come heavy coarse-grained Morocco leather
Used in book bindings
What version do you read
I must inquire
Following in the footsteps of the flock....
3-17-16
Your name is as ointment poured forth
For next weekend I travel north
And now pack my bag
O, feed your little goats
Beside shepherds' tents
Soon again abed
But for now I write until I'm wearied
My pen slips to Levant
Bordered on the east Mediterranean
In the branches of another abele
The white poplar does not struggle to bloom
In gear still we will run after you
And inhabit the tents of Kedar.....
Strong Easterly Wind
3-17-16
Take heed unto the doctrine
Continue in lust
For in so doing
Thou will both love thyself
And those that hear you
I wreck it sometime today or tomorrow
Come another levanted wind from the east
We can almost see it for what it is
Entreat an elder as a grandfather
And requite what is good and acceptable
Come heavy coarse-grained Morocco leather
Used in book bindings
What version do you read
I must inquire
Following in the footsteps of the flock....
another conglomeration
Another Conglomeration
3-17-16
Fear God for this is man's
All bringing around every secret thing
Don't you be as the fool
Vanity of vanities said the preacher
Plowing into the Song Of Solomon
Its theme: the beloved
Eighteen Canticles on another dark day
There's someone coming down our nameless road
I recognize him in a split second by the way he walks
You think the talk is all
I must go
Yet perfunctory with prehension
I'm lonely too in the rolling life
Worthy of all acceptation
It is not lawful for thee to have her....
On First Timothy 4:14
3-17-16
In photographs of my camping trip
In my cowboy hat
Days of another planned persona for a young bride
Our Shumanite girl as well as the perplexed bride
Till I come give attendance to reading
Strike his mistress
Cure his heart
By the Presbytery
I finally get around to the Velvet Underground
Sounds like folk rock
To my shiny, shiny leather in the dark
Neglect not the gift that is in thee
To be an example of believers in Word.....
Neglect Not The Gift That Is In Thee
3-17-16
Different colors made of tears
Raindrop tracks on our unnamed road
In the form of prisms
Till I come give attendance to reading
To doctrine and exhortation
As the Shulamite speaks
I don't know about this one
In a dawn imperious
Look for the pen at that
If you're willing to step up to bat
Strike your master
Cure your heart
God I am crushed
Taste the chip from the time one is sick
Almost to death
The Shulamite speaks
Rightly do they love you.....
3-17-16
Fear God for this is man's
All bringing around every secret thing
Don't you be as the fool
Vanity of vanities said the preacher
Plowing into the Song Of Solomon
Its theme: the beloved
Eighteen Canticles on another dark day
There's someone coming down our nameless road
I recognize him in a split second by the way he walks
You think the talk is all
I must go
Yet perfunctory with prehension
I'm lonely too in the rolling life
Worthy of all acceptation
It is not lawful for thee to have her....
On First Timothy 4:14
3-17-16
In photographs of my camping trip
In my cowboy hat
Days of another planned persona for a young bride
Our Shumanite girl as well as the perplexed bride
Till I come give attendance to reading
Strike his mistress
Cure his heart
By the Presbytery
I finally get around to the Velvet Underground
Sounds like folk rock
To my shiny, shiny leather in the dark
Neglect not the gift that is in thee
To be an example of believers in Word.....
Neglect Not The Gift That Is In Thee
3-17-16
Different colors made of tears
Raindrop tracks on our unnamed road
In the form of prisms
Till I come give attendance to reading
To doctrine and exhortation
As the Shulamite speaks
I don't know about this one
In a dawn imperious
Look for the pen at that
If you're willing to step up to bat
Strike your master
Cure your heart
God I am crushed
Taste the chip from the time one is sick
Almost to death
The Shulamite speaks
Rightly do they love you.....
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