at the gate

At The Gate
5-4-18

As baptism is the gate
I ask O, am I all in?
This is the language of Joseph
By the tower of the guard northward
As dissented
So hard it is to stay in one place
As to cut off the coarse and saddle up a red horse
As to be ridden by all my architects
And make ready a room for comfort as expedient
That one should take our armies seriously
As Herod is troubled and behold the virgin should be with child
For a remnant preserved of the seed
Soon it will be time to rock out
Leaving the east wind to me as dissented for the array
Of travelling music expedient to enter our covenants
And you know that I might but suppose
Insomuch as we send the presentation to ourselves
And bleed for it....





Time To Bridle
5-4-18

This time stay put and call for another powder
In my chowder as high priests maintain order in the temple
Which is you yet doubtful concerning the justice and dubious in all judgement
Time to bridle these passions of the world rejoicing not set on things on earth
As we come and go like arrows with no target
As dissenters go their way and in a fallen leap we rest
Seeing my own pen without its star
And soon your up and more ferocious to yourself
As professed at Oxford
As to abandon our captives more remote
Our ancestor descended of Jeconiah
Where I knew I was in danger of nothing but myself
Time to pack it out and get on with it
High hopes like iodine all troubled and dismayed
But not for very long
I would that you should know....





North Wind
5-5-18

I was up not yet down again
I fill again the cup
And put to parchment another pen
As Dolly shudders and chances are
I would be given permission to put on some music
For all torrent utterances
Able to hide all misconduct
Time to bridle all fleshly passions
But still this fire burns on as vaguely imagined
In another dark place
A little bit of faith goes a long way
Where believing is seeing
Yet receiving in being
Past the roaring falls today I have the balls
As dissented from us as Amalikah used treachery
And I'm home again and as the proclamations
Fearing to displease the king
From the gate our rulers the north wind rides.....





Selected
5-5-18

Taken or rejected
Jilted yet selected
In the standard of liberty wroth
Bondage of our own
Disobedience not just for the child
Under the reign of Fritz Perss sound about the bones
In the deep ravine calling it Onidah
Where I've been seeing omens of bumblebees
Approaching Mount Antipas
Searching our covert embassy for Lehonri down to the feet of the mount
In the mediocre psychoanalysis turn to rage
Three hundred twenty six as to beget Abino and again be cleansed
In the bloom and the quarter as when transfigured
I know not what I say joining those Ammon
Where I have much to learn about the faith
As Amalek refuses it in all good sacrifice....