Under Prurient Skin
1-1-18
Attacked by microbes
Our flesh touch after touch
It isn't much next to the celestial
In degrees of glory inexplicable
In God-like isolation
Which art mine until I'm safe to visit
The other part of town
Not as adscititious in the hands of the potter
In polished detail as daybreak breaks
To frost on the back lawn
Still I don't walk over there sometimes exempt from public haunt
Still in my preface of creativity shared from other stones
Under the rules of the architect
Now there's hope
As water ships into the sea
In filthy sloughs
Creator prepares for the day of the Lord
As to roll a prurient skin to sin....
Chains (Adornment)
1-2-18
Crying out for discernment
Destiny is calling you
And I'm up and at it again
And it's not so bad to gaze into the future
Today and tomorrow in coffee grounds
And exquisite sounds in great wickedness of children of men
Then you shall call on me
Let it go as one fades away
I'm wide awake
Come with us
She calls me the story teller
And not just poet and scholar
I'm wide awake
A clearing eye in the forest
And a blue sky
As the remnant to our seed
Knowing that they are the more and then I
Naive than at my robin to lose and win
For the spirit that hinders
The fire they will be a graceful judgement
On your herb and chain about your neck.....
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