because

Not Just Because
10-18-18

Given another pen to christen as in now and Zen
We listen as I called you out as I was without a doubt
That indeed I was and not just because
As cuddling cedar to ones chest
As one to travel today southwest
As the same sane song makes me sing at Gibea
We cut it into two pieces just to listen
As the zest our harmonizing caviar
All the world collides and time flows radiant through
Into Iblean ever this night as to sever all halflight of high esteem
And you shall break down the altars
I keep one eye on you with the other eye shut for sleep
Consider this in a city called Luz
Not just because.....






At Timnah
10-18-18

Howling at the moon still waxing ever this morning
As if frying remembering another Jenkins from somewhere not too far away
And now a stranger had come to set things right
In Kitron and Nahalol all for the miracle child called Samson in bright white light
As they migrate north in the hill country of Edumaim too brittle to be interrogated
Skipping the first few paragraphs even this early morning love all full of glory
As such a foolish coming back again all for black water transit
All for a brand new SUV nerve jangling for impressive namandrine energy of sorts.....






On Judges 2:8
10-18-18

Slow start as to know art
To blow by to thwart
O, why have you done this
All for snippets and scribblings
As to be thorns in ones eye
Given monumental mistakes psychologically penetrating
Just as it is you know me better than that
In the Hebrew named Akrabim
Striking down six hundred as to be a blessing
In just being there
And so the party begins with friends in my head
Left to the test just to see they comply and submit
Turning it up just a tad
My bad even while glad for Israel's judgement
And a people gone mad as to serve my Ashteroths
Dying at a hundred and ten  for the sake of this  pen
Where and when





I Will Love The Word (Even If)
10-18-18

Wicked ways on odd and even days
Please say that it pays
O, do we even have a future in the God of their Father
We hope we have seen the worst of it
Handing it all over turning from their way in the land of ones own inheritance
I have all that a poet can ever desire in books, pens and tablets
All for the gate to the straight and no more to hate our rulers and yard sticks
The devil still up to his same old tricks
As to be handed over to plunderers of stench
And another thirst to quench all for open awareness of the change of seasons
Give them not more reasons for pure awareness soon to be dressed up with nowhere to go
In the hours of our plainness....