Saturday, December 29, 2018

it is

Of What Not It Is
10-8-18

In great wars and contentions within
I press onward for a plan of many judgments
and another way about it not to doubt it
As one is but a small matter gazing at a photograph from September of '83
When the leaves were still green so be the mystery and its scene
O, I cry an eye without natural tears on our way to Isengard
Wherein we free our fears
O, can't you sleep
No, I will up the ante and gamble with my reputation
In mentioning Jesus looking back to times when it was simple
To pop another pimple
As to mar and mend and stay out of the sack
As it well will consume me
Trying to disentangle from my ruminations
Of what not is....





Inasmuch (As It Be Expedient)
10-8-18

All for devices to sympathize with tool in hand
To emphasize in a famous koan about sound
Inasmuch as it be expedient as I do what I see fit
Opening up my mind to profound listening
As I am the one to build it up again
And to fill my cup for my pen
Down those endless twisted corridors where I'd lack an education
As a convert but not a member
O, will I wait until December
Where we follow as we will
God protect me from myself
As Legolas stands gazing
What can I say as dawn comes glimmering
And a savor the remnant of the crickets
When infirm summer flies by and we enter bold coldness
Having foolishness for agency......





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