evocative

Evocative Imagery
3-4-17

Our own dear father Louis
And now, brother
Tom makes his way onto the beat
Scene for those in search of more
About these deeply embedded roots
No one in his time for the fabric of reality
And a piece of me that dies afresh
Not just another good piece
But a milestone to those that can see it
For what it is worth
For the Raven and the Bells
And a chant of relief
God send me something
I can get a grip upon
As soon I get my trip on
For contemplation direct
Where rivers intersect
Like centering prayers of the heart
Such is art....





Small Print, Large Tomes
3-4-17

Every day can be as a holiday
As artists are born
And one day yet die once
Whereby we plunge into the divine direct
It's calling tonight
Through his creation
Fight for what is just
No sense in waiting for the mail
Lady under my pavilion shady
Yes, that's the person
Why we still try to live and die
And say hello, goodbye
To lie down by your side
I rise again from the pines for sumptuous confection
Gray where now is blue
Riding along through West Virginia
In Mother's passenger seat
Oblique...





I Hope You Brought Your Appetite
3-4-17

When life and death doth install leaves me
Much to hope for coming undone
Mention a man of extraordinary prowess
I can't lie anymore nor pretend
By the second Vatican council
I beg forgiveness and God hears my prayer
Of many far wiser than we
Accept me as I am
He will in prowess and in skill
By such infirmity
Not as medicine in the form of a pill
As Hank comes in for the kill
Compiled by minge
All in Latin
We have much studying to do
Yes it is new again
To those with ears to hear inclined.....





None So Devotional
3-4-17

Among burning terms in live
Live for the moment
Memory wellstored
Entering the monastery
He leaves the world behind
Christian and Cistercian
No presence here denied to the soul
Than live itself
Mother, you have made my day
Doth a gift so blind
The vile idealistic
As the pundit so be it
Almost impossible for most aspirants
Tacked so is the karma of killers of time
Such as is me
Today where life did reinstall
All that stood fast and did not fall
The biggest problem is ourselves
For my Merton books upon my shelves....