no should

No Should
3-8-18

Lennon dying at forty as did Poe
Something more good to know
As cheribum stand still
And soon green leaves grow for the web of propagating confusion
Take fire from among the wheels
And as for me also just as well my eye will not spare
This sight luminous in the neighborhood
I pray over night and day
Pausing over the threshold
In the law of life that is love
And a longing to lay low
Go in among these wheels
And make sense of your vision
Incorporating all gifts into a working plan
Well spoken for the cannonball
In reasons to proceed
Turning off WGAL at one
To steer clear of that infernal soap opera
No more to limit the universe
As telling the who that should be...





On Matthew 15:34
3-8-18

Still working at the cannery
Today I get a tooth pulled
Knowing I've been through much
But still in touch with retaining the flower in all awakening
Becoming the leaven and its influence
No shame in shifting back into first gear
While going around a sharp corner
In the days when mowing the grass was my thing
To earn thirty dollars
As to hobo around the valleys and plains
Speaking not concerning bread  but doctrine
With plenty of things to think upon  today
And say not, "O, no way"
To build a fire and sing along with the choir
As to the Klondike who heeds not the warning
And assurance in these fleshly pleasures
Where seven baskets remain
And a few fishes....





On Ezekiel 10:7
3-8-18

This year Easter Sunday is on the same day as April fools
Don't quote me on this
I'm just checking the calendar
On the presence of Columbus, Magellan and DaVinci as pioneers
Knowledge to quell all fears where desires choose you
As to reach beyond and seek and find it
Nothing wrong with desire
Pray before you enter any book and take a deeper look
Into the inspiration like a worm on a hook
For the folly of travelling alone
In a heart turned to stone
Appearing as sapphire and emerald
Our agate, our carbuncle on another sunny day
And skies of Azure
Standing on the south side of your temple
Define such and be restored as like anew
Into the hands of man clothed with linen.....





Miles To Nulato
3-8-18

Voice from a cloud saying "Be not afraid"
In that you have cabinets to raid
In my old school kitchen and no complaints with management
He did teach these things
Neither durst they rob
Have mercy on my son of a gun on the run
In desolation in unrighteous dominion
Aren't we all?
In the honesty in lying mixt dark with light
Sunup, lights out, computer on
Shall we make three tabernacles
Tell the vision to no man until he is risen from the dead
And start another book if you dare
So the pen doth but declare
"Is it I?", so warbles the Rock
And far reaching hairline of the aging
As to sharpen the razorblade and turn the other cheek
"Is it I?", Mary desires to be born of love
From within and above....