Teknon

Our Teknon
3-19-18

As to extradite
No reasons for acceptance of a new state of mind
Gibberish so saith the schoolmaster
When sometimes it doesn't make sense in the kingdom
As one to accept things one cannot change
Today is my lucky day
In the building of dreams in temperate climate
Are you ready for the love?
Of immortality reconfirmed
O, shall I then tarry
It's a big deal
But it really isn't the darkest age
In all categories I wish I knew the plan
Being defamed we entreat
For Passover sacrificed in a figurative sense
On this sunny day helpful and profitable
For gluttony of foods and starving moods
In out Tekron our child
Will I know
Just level with the surface
Show it!





Breaking The Seventh Commandment
3-19-18

Sword drawn
He falls to his face
Caught in a blink of an eye in all our darkness awash
Covered, filled and crowded for flowering in the universal garden
In the path of our vineyard and calyx of sepals collectively
Saying this to my shame exclaiming it to all glory of hull and shuck
And a need to accept the compliment graciously
In the world but not of it
Where no one is above it
As written in "Mad poem part three"
That never was written in leavened bread of sincerity of truth 
And buckwheat I have plenty to eat
And soon groats jangling in my pockets
And on my windowsill more Bic rockets
Sepals collectively as to bask in bulk
And walk the talk....





Wonder Love
3-19-18

Call me the moonchild of grits of hominy
Check the ingredients for the wisdom of a better buy
For my universal teachers as the Spirit expressly states
The seven things God hates
Crushing and sifting for all incongruity
My bad agency as to carouse by cacophany of outrage and dissonance
Of diurnal delights in acts of ligation and binding up
Connected by a slur of speech and silent "H"
O, liason do your work in our conversation
In the world but not of it
New therefore it is a poem poorly written
Rich in right intent
Shall I then get in touch with my maker
It won't be long
O, wonder love, I believe in you.....