trow

I Trow
7-12-16

Up at twenty till six
Not too late, not too soon
Queen of my dreams give me a fix
Come next Tuesday
Full moon for another officiant
Set me on fire today
O, Lord for the pen
And I have seen folly in the prophets of Samaria
Trow I owe to take it slow and pay what I owe
And they prophesied as prophet and priest is profane
Be careful with that shovel and spade
Not to hit upon rock
Driven on and to fall therein
We are profane and profound
And I still dig that old school sound
Cohere
I'm hitting the lieu
I trow......





On Jeremiah 23:15
7-12-16

Devouring our fire for the offscouring      
Directing the choir
And I have seen their folly
Much like errings of our melancholy mourning
To climb, traction to help us get unstuck
While digging a ditch
For the water that flows
And today Jesus knows
Laughing in the grasses and the graze
Behold I will wean us off of the wormwood
That once tasted good to drink
The waters of gall to be a remedy concerning the prophets
Yellow bird you are not lonely
Hoping to stay hungry for the bread from generous hands
As the porkbutcher snaps
Three sheets for his bundle....

your satelite

Call It Your Satellite
7-11-16

We never come to understand sodachapped hands
O, God my heart is steadfast but I cannot boast among desert sands
We no more say, The Lord is dead
By puck and sprite and luck in the light
Forever drifting slowly
Call it your satellite
Mine heart within me is broken
But as the Lord liveth
Leading the seer out of such a house
For Christ the groom and we, the spouse
Creator prepares for the dawn of man
In the words of his holiness be these, my images
Man is a wonder to the growing boy and the Lord liveth
We're waking up to reel to and fro
And amble as one enamored....




Prevaricate
7-12-16

O, Psalms imprecatory
Do we even know what this means
Heart broken because of prophets behind the scenes
I try to go back to sleep as one of few
Dream fiends I was trying to crush the sun
But it was too bright and all I want to do today
For you is bend, worship and write
Like oil unto our bones
The righteous see it and rejoice
To officiate and perform it
Supple, our trover
O, God my heart is far from steadfast
Threepence please
Let's try to make the morning last
Where I am lost in the wood as to prevaricate....

valerian

Valerian Day
10-1-13

O, what do I do with this
Valerian at six and up since half past four
Going another day without my inward so-called whore
Where emotions either help or hinder
By this valerian buzz just because
Seeing my reflection in shadows in double vision
Up since four-thirty
Where in order to be made clean
One must first be dirty
And let he whom is filthy be filthy still
Where I proceed for good or for ill...




View
10-1-13

Another cigarette mission
Accomplished at the corner of Philadelphia and Queen
Winded from walking two blocks both ways
Where Satan wants me to miss out on the blessing of my view
From an eastward table of adulteries of roving eyes
Subject to the world and its beauty
Where a strong passion will ensure success.....





Tidbit
10-1-13

During the Qing dynasty
Men wore hair in long braids as a sign of loyalty
And cut them off as a sign of rebellion
Where a voice whispers that this page of verse is worth some money
Saved today by my faith
Knowing victory in this valerian high
Where there is more hunger in the world for love
Than there is for bread
Mother Teresa said that
While on this day
I am game for all I see...

This

This
9-29-13

Ones heart is a sacred pillar
Of a home of gladness
Excessively content in the milk I drink
To assuage all madness
Where in the center of ones body
There is a small shrine
In the form of a lotus flower
Giving the individual within himself
A small space of love and grace
Where I seek out stillness
Of a busy mind at work
On that which is called, "This"




A'Returning
4-29-13

A seller returns to that which is sold
Where the bringer brings bridles
To the mouth that is bold
Hoping that ones candlestick is not removed
When one stands out in the cold
Where I take a bundle upon my pen
To purge all propensity
In my privilege to pray for those upon my path
To a primrose purity proving that it's not too late
To return to the main groom
Whom sits under the terebinth
Of another pine, spruce and broom...

Achor

Achor
9-29-13

Given the valley of Achor as a door of hope
Feeling my way through dark places where indeed I grope
Finding my troubles to be as teachers
In prayer for free course to be given unto all preachers
Where vineyards are given freely to those that provide the grapes
At the assembly of those whom hunger by their own free choice
In a place of my fasting
Where I will hear that still small voice....




Raisin
9-29-13

Loving raisin cakes at Canaanite sacrificial feasts
Making a league with creeping things fed to these fowls and beasts
Where my rump goes to sleep as if my wests become my easts
Loving raisin cakes knowing my lines with just three takes
Playing with fire to frolic with venomous snakes
Knowing this betrothal of God's grace
In the darkness of the deepest and coldest of lakes
Regarding my childhood memories of going there again....

Hosea 2:12

On Hosea 2:12
9-29-13

Destroyed are ones fig trees and vines
Said to be the wages of iniquity
To be stripped naked of all futile
Liner of the wool sheered from a sheep assured
Where I labor for a meat hard to chew
In mastication of incense burned
To what doth not profit
Destroyed as fig trees and vines
By the remembrances of all
Northern New York sweet wines
In a place where I heard a voice whisper
Your faith has made thee whole....




Another Record (Transition)
9-29-13

O, I love you Lord
For the horns to hedge up my way with brambles
By which my fleshly desire still yet gambles
Where the poet doth digress in that he rambles
In putting in another Dylan CD
To play such sound so subtle through my speakers
Recently spewing the silence
To make manifest autumn breezes
When I prepare for when our ground freezes
Cleansed by gazing straight into my sun of seven sneezes
O, I love you Lord for this.....





My Homer
9-29-13

Hitting another Homer with an adulterous spouse named Gomer
Where I can come to terms of when I was a Stoner
Still I am in many aspects of the true me
Of the head of the corner
Now esteemed as the rock
Upon which I hope to tomorrow stand
Playing a CD entitled Bringing It All Back Home
For the cause of going hungry to be made full once again
Hitting another homer for the love of my Gomer
Being one to work on Maggie's farm for milk and juice
And to be made strong again like the main pine and spruce
For the cause of restoration
Of a people that went, O so wrong.....

Mark 3:8

On Mark 3:8 (Dig this)
9-29-13

Amongst my Sidon and Tyre
By this Holy Spirit so burns my fire
From Idumea where I find it once again
In my garden of higher forms of this pleasure
Found not in my earthly treasure
Abiding above and within
Amongst the church that wars against all fleshly sin
Where Jesus heals a man on the Sabbath
And that man is me
With all freedom and bondage
From which I might be set free
Hoping to cast all cares aside
And to be just the real and true me....





My Deep Drag
9-29-13

In the reform school of mine attachment
I take a deep drag and puff
To hold it there and let it out
Without haste to see
That none of my holy smoke will go to waste
In the reform school of that which we want to come to see
Going back to the elementary dear Watson
My brother in the reform school
Of ones long armed reach
Wherein our suffering doth yet teach
To sink ones broken teeth into the peach
To know all that is sweet to a palate satisfied again on the beach
Like my dream of returning with a pocket full of quarters
Sent forth to preach....





Nonattachment
9-29-13

Without attachment is renunciation
Where altered is ones pronunciation
Finding all that is real within
In a place where all ingratitude is sin
Dedicating my fruits to the God I can know
By simply inclining an ear
To a tree that wants to grow
Shedding leaves of orange red now alive and no longer dead
Without attachment we let all adornment go
Where the wind doth list
As nature doth yet succor and assist....

26

Twenty-Six
9-29-13

Twenty-six hours from now
I get up and go as if it were the here and now
By which I savor my full circle made from a square
Where it is hip to be as such
At two-twelve in the afternoon
To serve as my boiling point
Of spirituality recently fashioned
By my inner struggle that I embrace
When if I try to sink
I stay afloat....




Sadhada
9-29-13

By the outward form of education in study
All is vanity when we try to organize such a truth and make it a lie
Referring to verse nineteen of a way I've been taught by my tapasia
Running to stand still
Breathing in deep to fight against the tide
Of a straightening by fire
Hoping to relinquish all pride
And take up the love
So that I might go along for the ride
Where I do Sadhana in my own way
Of my meek and humble side....




Journey: Here
9-29-13

My journey today
Is my time spent in the garden
Of my pleasure still chasing my tail
As does my cat to serve as another heavenly treasure
In the days of the High Priest
Where David eats the showbread of ones leisure
Where the Sabbath is made for man and not the other way around
In that my journey today is all prayers and supplications...

Psalms 39:4

On Psalms 39:4
6-25-16

How frail am I
What time have I here
I've got to have another cup
Go on then, Talbot
You don't know how much it means to me
To be able to hold the pen and create scenes
In the morning and early afternoon
Where do you begin in this
I've got a habit under the breastwork of his satchel
Do not delay
O, my God you are my help and my deliverer
Lord, be merciful to me
For the devil says, "Why should I?"
O Pyrrhus, a pier
I saved all those words for you....




Into You (Revisited)
6-25-16

More than can be numbered
My sorrows
I boast in them as if they were my tomorrows
Living in a world of pain
To modify as by shortening
As one to steal a quote here and there
And to taste the note of fear quite fair
As words trouble their gaze
Into you a tunnel denting outward convex
And it's funny the car doesn't even have a dent
With money for the silence
Gold and the history, sir?
This I have failed at
Go on, Talbot apart from expurgation of lines skew
I still do
Into you....






Feckless, Not
6-25-16

Somehow I've frightened myself out of being scared of myself
Before publication stand these words of now
And high hopes dug out of a twenty-ten folder
For inspiration and my right hand is crying
But I still have the will to write on
Drunk upon my own holy mountain
So shall all the righteous stay sober
Continually yet distorted and biased in meaning and effect
Blessings yet to enumerate
Still trying to understand you
As Clapton does Dylan
For ye have drunk upon my holy mountain
Hear my sad complaint
By a power I cannot resist....

survival

Surviving My Travels
8-11-03

I had another one of those disturbing dreams
About an open chasm of the earth's mouth
And images so representing my conflicts along with the unknown
Of a strange trip south
But I must be of good cheer
And place it all in God's hands
And I'll think on certain verses of encouragement
That describe figuratively clear
Waters of sweet salty ocean sands
And so the blood has been shed
As the nails with deep meaning are driven
As I am so obliged to give away what I've been given
And I am to be an aqueduct and not as a reservoir
As I will throw my golden talents at Jesus' feet
So I might be worthy to receive more
And so on thirst my soul so thrives
And I will make this valley a well
And I have endured these burdensome travels
And now have a story to tell....




Digging With My Fork
8-11-03

The search is on
As more answers so I seek
But the case is not closed
As I can be strong as I am weak
As the excavation is yet to be made
And my bridge has been built
With the foundation so laid
And we need to remember that God so gives us all we need
In order to get through
And we'll be given the appetite
To finish what is on our plate
As such a taste is of sweet savor
And the menu so printed and true
And boldly you order a few side dishes
As purpose so replaces fate
And blessings take the place of wishes
And today you won't need to rub any kind of lamp
For you hold in your hand all you need
To prepare the meal and set up camp.....

gravel

Gravel
8-11-03

In another dream of adversity and peril
So there was a breach of false witnesses
And white lies spoken in indifference
For the want of a fresh peach
But we will walk in these dark alleys
And learn from trial and error
Until one day learn that only this Sprit can teach
And it is of a truth that we want them to want what we have
As in my zeal and passion
These layers of ardor and heat
Each day I so caress
And its another dream of travel
With no clue on the side of the road
Save stone and gravel
As pebbles aside so we toss
As we'll proceed with acceptance
With some gain and some loss
As we choose to see the donut's icing
Opposed to dwelling on the hole
As life from here on out will have no end
Eternal will be the nature of such a soul....





I'm Just A Poet
8-11-03

And still I wonder just how
We can tell whether or not
We made it out into our wilderness
As now that we are free
We are to love the stranger
For we were once strangers in bondage
And these people you look down upon
Are not to be respected
No more, no less
But I am not God
And I am not one to say
I'm just a poet so ordained
To write, meditate and pray
And my prize of what is claimed
Verses and written pages
As my feasts consists of my rewards
Of these writer's rages
And I fester up the determination
To put some miles behind me
And I believe I will be up for quite awhile
So never mind me
I do what I do
With humble pens of black and blue
And so I wait patiently
In hopes that this Spirit of truth will find me....

associate

Associate
6-6-16

I can learn to live with what I cannot rise above
Going over the hump of my Monday and Tuesday
O, associate yourselves and you shall be fixed up
Like the new caption: God seekers
He shall pass through Judah
Where there is peace in Christ as well as Buddha
Associate yourselves and find some fellowship
For the secrets of the soul
We deal with crowds returning
And in this we are learning
Looking for Grieg and for Liegon and Vergue
Our Norweigan composer
Take control together in such clement weather
And it will come it something
I'd rather hear about it in the tracks of my new cucumber...




Endormeurs
6-6-16

O, gribble underwater
Wooden structure
It's in the you
Seeking by endormeurs of patriotism
This must be what it's all about
For incorporate Norweigan folk musical idioms
It makes me want to kill just to think about it
Step back and put it all away
I can deal with this time
Come clean, O, pine
Nought is what you've got
O, gribble that's why
I'm giving you the time
The Way is up to you and me
Taking counsel together
And it will come to something
Telling our striking effect
Plowing back into the Psalms for inspiration....






Egg On My Face
6-6-16

Egg on my face right next to God's grace
It's been misunderstood
All for music incidental
She is roused to the songs of birds
And when it goes right It's clear out of sight
When it comes down in the fight
O, the killing on TV
Just as much in the bible
But more he should be like a tree
Planted by rivers of waters whose leaf shall not wither
Messianic
Ambiguous
Say ye not, a conspiracy....

adust

Adust
6-6-16

I leave the rustle in the wood
And things are falling off the shelf
And you can't make love all by youself
Nothing would do
It was all in vain
O, the hope not they emptied the aisle
For on all hills digged with a mattock
I set this all aside till I return to work on my post
Analysis is only description
Where my passion goes beyond my way in
All right have run
We all make nakedness
On the silver lining
Our hopeful and comforting prospect
In the midst of all troubles
All for the puppet to ambulate adust
As I still choose lust
In adulterated novelties
We fetch them to our hearts
Yet adust.....






Psalter
6-6-16

I praise him in spite of the post
Yet to know adulterate all analysis
She disagrees and it makes me take my time
O, take thee a great roll
Take unto me a fruitful witness
Uriah, the priest and Zechariah
He whom comes to see to go unto the prophetess
And she conceives and borne a son
That's all I know on your mystic road
For before he rolls the dice
Concluding with a doxology
I take unto me a faithful witness
In spite of my injury
Call his name Bathershadalachaz
A mouthful in itself and new challenges....





Knock-Knee
6-6-16

Falling in seraphic love with knock-knee in my knuckles
Now therefore behold the bungle in my buckles
The Lord spake unto me again
Trying forasmuch
This people refuse the waters of Shiloh
There's so much that you've got to go through
Heading bangs from the inside
Instead of hearing one knock-knee in my knuckles
The Lord bring up upon them the waters of the river strong and many
Under the hump on Monday and Tuesday
O, have I written this before
Associate yourselves the empires
Return to dust every time I take my rough ride in the clearing
Where the air is sweet and fresh
I roll my stone to the top of the hill
For things have been changing....

revivalist

Revivalist (Quiescent)
6-5-16

Everyone eat that is left in the land
I bide the Word of my if, but and and
Baby, I'm weak but maybe I'm strong
Shaving with a razor hired
Namely for one whom is out of work
I just come here to get away
And to pray that the sermon will relate to my life
Beyond the river by the King of Assyria
The head and the hair of the feet for coffee richer
It never gets old
Except as a gain in godliness
We cherish the grace radically spoken of
By contemporary preachers quiescent
Where temple bells guide me to the shore
For another revivalist
As a vile residue
And a story about me and you
And it's just life
New to me.....





Before I Go (Silverling)
6-5-16

But they wouldn't do for no one else
Gave me the thrill
Another one for the silverling
With arrows and bows
And songs of sparrows only God knows
In that all of the land becomes as briers and thorns
I see the silver lining through shared fences
And on all hills digged with a mattock
I purchase my two dollar title
To the greatest story ever told
Before we dream by day
Sitting at a rocking table with much consolation
In my melancholy mood
At my arm's embrace
Given to me to break the chains
Soon it's time to head on off and hear God speak
And then having first been cajoled and coerced....

impropriety

Impropriety
6-5-16

Butter and honey on wheat toast
And another variation of dark roast
I humble myself in the I do not boast
I just come here to get away and hear the sermon
I just wanted to be myself
I am told that I can make it through
Voices say that I just don't get it
In all impropriety
And the Lord hiss for the fly
Greeting them with an holy kiss
And still asking why
Scant and barley sufficient for the day
Falling short  of a specific measure
And to cry for the bee
In the land of Assyria
As some will reign on desolate valleys
And in the holes of the rocks
Three more months in not need of socks...






Morass
6-5-16

To live my life pays
And the way it used to be
Deeper than the deep blue seas
If it's real when somebody needs you
All the way through the good and bad come what may
Where they take their rest in desolate valleys
And upon all answers, the Word in the street
Our pastor pushes all for our morals
I'm going to let you pass to engulf and overwhelm
Who knows where the road will lead us on soggy grounds
That our morass fit for the lost sheep
And found all for abundance of milk they shall give
He shall have butter that a man shall nourish a young kine
And two ewe lambs under the shadow of the rain
Wonderful music crazy as a loon.....

blood

Blood
6-5-16

Up and at it again
A narrow flame doth burn
Then said I, Lord how long
And we have much to learn
Eaten as a teil tree
Seeing yet the real me
As there will be a great forsaking in the midst of the long return
And be eaten as the teil tree In all good and it's all bad
O, God heal me all for Rezin king of Syria and Royal son of Remaliah
As the trees of the wood are moved with the wind
As the slaughter lay in blood
And a brother warns me not to get proud...





Syria Is Confederate
6-5-16

Syria is confederate with Ephraim
As the heart of the people as trees of the wood
Are moved with the wind
And believe me, we have all sinned
As a restless consumer
I take much of it for granted
Like a ship trying to fix on a beacon
O, go up against Judah and vex it
And cause peril and let us make a breach
In that we have much to teach
A habit that's so hard to weaken
To empty the aisle
All was in vain
Nothing would do
Say unto him take heed
Yet to meet Ahaz and Shearjashub by the way
And see it clearly enough to understand....

Jobard

Jobard
6-4-16

All for Diogenes
Looking for an honest man
Cut me down and I will grow back
From roots that reach deep
All for Croesus
By fraud and by force
As to saddle the black racing horse
And let nature take its course until overtaxed
Much on ones plate
Whom shall I send
And who will go for us
Draw my bath water
And now my lather
All for Lydia and another clean shave
Ready for another hot one
In more ways than one
Wooded and Sylvan
For willows and Jobards
We take our train to collage
And I fail my classes
Only for the experience
Today it's alright to decline...





Too Much To Bear (The Room)
6-4-16

Go and tell this people
Hear ye indeed and understand
Not making the least of the people fat
And the feeling's gone
It's been a week since I've been there
As soon in a castle dark
And a faith strong
Yet Sylvan and wooded
All shadows of tall trees serve their purpose
Today I miss out for tonnage of stone
Being brought in a ship
Half way around the world
And as the dime bag serving its purpose
My dead man's suit and lucky graveyard boots
It's too much to bear
The room where the Way is dark
I rise tomorrow to the occasion
As convictions are enough
O Lord, how long?

Isaiah 6:3

On Isaiah 6:3
6-4-16

I do it in a way that is soft upon my higher hill
Yeah, upon my loft
Hear that lonesome whiporwhill
Sounding too blue to fly
Like this here ink
At my door and landing
For rough edges to be sanding
Having first been cajoled and coerced
Sometimes losing the will to live
And in that year when Uzziah passes
I see the Lord sitting on his throne
Like the silence of a falling star
Holy is the Lord of hosts never lonesome
All in vain where nothing would do
Darkened in the heavens thereof
And my secret hiding places
The darkest news that comes to town
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts....





Margoulette
6-4-16

What it was
Was a Sunday to go and worship again
A sweet melody for you
Stand up and sing it out
As if it were yours
Last chance, feeling like cooling the systems
And let them break the rules
I am no better
Walking out on Lorado
His train did this
The temple where I know I must die once
And twice in the chariot
For I'm dying today all for the margoulette
As you carry me along
I'm a cowboy without the hat
And without the draft
For our verdigrise
Woe is me for I am undone
But weal is me
I recover.....





Title It Blue
6-4-16

Blue skies drive the dark clouds far away
And we are happy to know its continuity
Like tracks on my disc
I put on another
And take a rind all for the posts of the door
Moved at the voice of Him that cried fires few and far between
And a hope to meet you there
For mine eyes have seen the Lord of hosts in my own special way
Some mistake has been made in my choosing of archives
They are punished and bridled
And she knows I must find my own way
That nobody saw
Exhort as grain exploring my threshold of pleasure and pain
Not exempt from attachment
The moon starts to wax again
As it's full on the first day of summer....