sheep gate

Sheep Gate
3-10-18

Only hours ago
I had my main high school nightmare of flunking out
Due to not paying attention in class
Mistaking the pine from the sasafrass
I am not to run away from it
But to learn these equations all over again
In another lifetime in the gate of the fountain
Love is all you need to know
Taking up Mettemiatt
Taking care of my old cat for the miracle of life
As Elasham built the sheep gate
Wash in the pool of Siloam
Go and be cleansed as ye say we see
So your sin remaineth
She is a living miracle
In times of luster where I profoundly realize
That it's going to work out just fine...





Are We Blind Also
3-10-18

Is it any wonder
Rising times of slaughter
Still loving the farmer's daughter
Glad to have my life back after the dream
Like laughtr in a scorn I used to know
In all superabundance of love
In something I would rather overlook
At our Alhamra Inn
Still laden in carnal sin
As heavens are calling
Seeking deepest treasure and in dreams
Failing to do the math
As if under failure's wrath
In Dante and newfangled wisdom
Shifting as uncontrolled as the Amlicites
Know not that it was and simply is from this time forth
I say not Gee Whiz
Thinking about spoons darker
As skies wax gloomy when we turn around
It all comes through this
As fulfilling our own words....





Won Over (To This Knowledge)
3-10-18

Some say the more we know the less we feel
But what is real as bronze and steel
And whomsoever be called thy seed
Will come to know much of what has been forgotten
As we take a step into the morning light
I find that I don't know much after all
O, is it an iniquity to borrow their thunder and count it  as spoil and plunder
The more we live the more we know
Clocks one hour ahead on this night of truth
For upright and ambled supports
For tens of thousands of souls won over to this knowledge
Judges following the kings
What do we do with all of these things
In Shiloah by our king's garden
Meeting our universal companion
Our hedge high on the ledge
So say we...





On John 9:40
3-10-18

Where the moon becomes the morning sun
To these dreams I am under the gun
But at least not under the knife
For the tip of the iceberg
He speaks to us in darkness
To work our neuroplasticity
As a light to those in darkness
Reflected on the dreams of everyone
I borrow their thunder at Pidgin-Literal
As to read it at Getheseneme
As to bleed it of idiomatic literi rendering troppo si confomda
I had no theory or vision on such a level of awareness in the western world
Seeking eastern ways where judgement comes upon us
Starpoint the compass he looked behind him and saw redemption
Are ye blind also?