cranked

Cranked Up
3-5-17

A hanging higher certificate
We carry on regardless
In the fever called living
We learn to accept it
But no matter I feel better off in breadth
Come a visit to Ohio in my mind
To observe to behavior of our Titans
And the last of our fakirs made as the first
And for tap water a wonderful thirst
And a need for a break to break it down
Into bitesized pieces for enlightenment
At Sixth and Chestnut
Pitiless pain ceases  with this fever
On the river Naphaline
I make it mine...




Who Will Stand?
3-5-17

A little bit higher
Our Clement of Alexandria
Formerly entering the heritage in ones own special way
For seeds of reconstruction Gandhi of nonviolence
And seasons of celebration burning in my brain
And a dream of truth about my working life
And what I might become
Amen, blessing and glory to all
Coming out of great tribulation
God, what would you have me to do?
Rehearsing a piece in my thoughts and prayers
For you by tired eyes longing to see it
Glory or coward Caitiff hands at work
In dreams of good success
Who will stand?




No Road To Joy (Such Is The Road)
3-5-17

Of tantalized spirit I'm jerked around
But still see fit to but proceed cranked
O, Jesus be thanked
Of the throne that does shepherd them
Amen, blessing and glory to you and I
And emblems of a season of comparison
Night and day for mystics and Zen masters
And to make the best even of disasters
At the Abbot of Gethsemane
Of priestly ordination
Call it deep
In such call it substance
Tit for tat living dreadfree by nature
For those that love God all things work together
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.....