harder

Reasons To Try Harder
3-21-18

Top floor the attic and memories of pink insulation
And getting down the Christmas supplies
Not always wise to which end but to use it
Our music begun with a pleasurable idea quite intriguing
This afternoon lulled to sleep where motives are misjudged
And desires are begrudged
And David accepted the cause
Shoot me if I want to go out there again
As burned in ones heart with enthusiasm to but learn it
Awakening to the cause to but discern it
For the lion of the tribe of Judah
And crawling on back to our Buddha
Fleeing like jackrabbits as to fulfill Marty Harris
As so comes along a champion to be the true test of his faith
The old time gospel still works
And I have been blessed beyond belief....






On First Corinthians 9:4
3-21-18

Realizing how extremely blessed I am with my books and a pen
To work with and forty others waiting to be but christened
And I will for moments misjudged by the light of day
Nothing could change my mind
Where an idol is nothing in the world
And today I'm going to be alright as snow falls outside
To be born to me of paradise come limitations of Christian liberty
Coffee keeps me warm as to become another cuss word in the laws of wisdom
I throw out the window as transfixed in defiance
Yet doubtless I am to you a minister of apostleship
In what I have been taught of Spirit
As to impart it in my own form of art
We have rights to eat and drink.....





Blackmur's Essay
3-21-18

In Castor and Pollux
Do you know what I mean to stand half tall and fully lean
Getting crazy ideas from poetry books along with my own manuscripts
Take this special love of mine for friends in my heart
I hold dear and near feet on the ground
Where you know what to do as to turn it up at nine
And give them a good sign that I'm rocking
In a need to stand my ground seemingly to never get enough
Standing with confidence and a smile over a cigarette
In what grips the poet as recognizing its validity
And you know what to do
It tastes good even if it's sour kreut
As I find my boldness
It's good to suffer for the name's sake
Knowing Joe and Jack with Jake
For ordinances of pleasure.....





Alfredo And Rice
3-21-18

As complete and consummate
As to wind you up and turn you around
I catch your money and shake your hand
By the pieces of my heart
Didn't mean to make them feel that way
O, fate call the number what a racket
I love to make warm out in writing up a storm at nine I run a vacuum
To tie scouts' knots for forget me not's
Only to confuse the confounded
Feeling another answer in the freak of a snowstorm
Music I can say is my love
In a life of variety the spice for Alfredo and brown rice
Already through my systems as to but dice once more
I hear your rhyme for explosives from organic and traditional
I have toward my rhyme again by the grace of God
Once more all for show...