losing

Losing Myself
10-16-18

Losing myself in vanity all for the fig seed
On the roof of my mouth
In another seeming contradiction
Hear me calling choosing it yet to lack something
Bless his heart good Lord what a fighter soon close enough to call it a morning
Among the sons of Hamor
All I need do is tell the truth
I learn it in the bathroom as to be in Shechem
Cover for me
Higher power no more devour on my handglider
Not an easy river in a dance where the waters are planted
And the bays are wider today in need of self control
And love deep down in my soul
In a game of hurry up and wait
As a taint of stinginess needs not take over.....






Animality Revisited
10-16-18

Of lasting moment near, dear and clear
I couldn't taste it
Two more hours to get ready to go
As it speaks another world today
Rearing it crushed and mystified
Soon I taste that dip and get on with life as I know it
As to mask in doctorate recognition and I want to be your lyrical Santa Clause
As to have the secrets of the temple soon in want and need for something more
Yea, thankful for what I can do this morning of tong corporeal in true visions
You will see ornamental sensations where only the eagle can overtake them now
In all animality believe me
You don't want to repeat this one
And I can wait an hour and a half in Sutras and Tantras and staying warm
By the scent of nights growing colder.....







Quintessential Again
10-16-18

As to anasthetise the worst part is done and over with
In carnal colitus carefree in waves of coral
Men, you are brethren why do you strive today
Having the Jonses as harmonizing part of this race doubtless
Back in Mount Mesopotamia meagerly mindful in that I manage the main thing
Trying to stay awake
O, are these things so
Yea and no as to but grow
Get out of your country
And I will show you the land in which to dwell
As casual is the quintessential south of the border of our panhandle
Where we will all endure hardness as good soldiers
In industrious regions beating the lesions
As to dwell in Haran....






On Acts 7:27
10-16-18

From here and for there
The living and the dead
As forgetting and forgiving in whirlpools of letters
Such as these maybe someday we will all be together
Without the flesh to get in the way of loving one another
As one to drink coffee to remind me of my Stoner days
As the God of glory appears in what we call our todays
Still dealing treacherously as oppressed as is Moses well pleasing
Who made you a ruler over us so they say
Mighty in words and deeds where someone is about to do something wicked
At forty he visits his brethren disputing with Stephen in another parallel
As the voice of God again is heard beginning anew this joy that we choose
To practice rooted deeply in our love for one another.....