Foolishly said

Foolishly Said
3-6-17

Melting Dover into my soul with Similarities
She gives me crazy love
Trying not to regard the hours of my day
Where I hear the merry gypsy play
Christ's reign foreseen by the seventh trumpet
Starting with me till the end
Taking her into his sheltering arms
At ten on the nose not to spite my face
As well for Rosen
I shall reveal You
Turn it up and let it fly
Looking for Miguel de Cervantes
There are no limits but the sky
And then we should come to know the most High
I believe!




A New Barbush
3-6-17

Another copy of this manuscript
Just floating around
Where I let it fly
As accepted willy-nilly
On the contrary it seems as a blessing
I cannot quite contain
To understand its hidden purpose
Of creative wisdom yet to be performed in writing
Preparing for the Lord of the day
For a breakthrough and to state my claim
As I stand in the name for urban hope
Somehow too theoretical with His divine mercy
Our cosmic steamroller
And time to think on good things
So that I will feel alright....





Ode For Those In Need
3-6-17

O, new man in me
Doing the best I can to be free
For safety in all compassion for those in need
On that Celtic rainbow
Another promise hangs on the prophets
I am still but an infant to the faith
As the cat goes wild chasing spirits dwindling
In unbelief yet unto the remnant of our seed
Yet inquired of that which always remains
Give me that little book and I will find something therein
To keep you in prayer where the light comes shining through
In the space of moments...