Reliquary
12-13-12
In my reliquary and feretory
Are the relics of the time at hand
Between the sunshine
And my gloaming of light
That ebbs and flows
In and out of my fields of vision
In wonderful dreams
Where I make it happen
Back here and now to face the music
In hopes to sing in order to triumph
In the moment of many relics kept
Where all grace and love
Is in store to he that knocks....
Oleander
12-13-12
The rose hue and purple of the oleander
Stands out in my broad view
Of life that is today
In clusters and shrubs
In my dreams where I am yet to travel
On nimble feet
Where the night goes by quite swiftly
Wherein I wake to sunshine again
Given the hope in a cup of coffee
To start another day
On a bittersweet note
Facing the music again
Upon the cleft of carefree compassion
Somehow mingled with that which
I cannot see with open eyes....
Rehearsal
12-13-12
That which we condone
Becomes the opportunity
To pull the mote from ones own eye
To see clearly that which we choose to consciously forgive
As another chance to let it fly
Not with regard to where it permeates our view
Quite clear in the cessation of the morning fog
Passing us by
So we can begin another journey
Into a beautiful friendship
That will try our hearts
Like a rehearsal of our integrity....
On Luke 6:44
12-13-12
We won't gather grapes of a bramble bush
Nor gather figs from these thorns
In our sides serving as stepping stones
Seeing the possibilities in problems
Like hippies hearken to hobbits
According to the trend
Where we find out that there is nothing to defend
In a new need to leave the Shire
To see the sights of opportunity....
Better Than I Think
Date: unknown
Of he that hear and does not
Seems to be as the condemnation
In where I stand
Yet I do much better in this
Then what I give myself credit for
While indeed my house is established on solid ground
To invent my own parable of where I stand
In my hopes of looking forward
To the harvest in my front yard
Where later on I meet a brother
To which I am sent
With the Message of the Day...
In My Shire
12-13-12
In my august and inspiring awe
I perceive love to be my higher law
As it is quoted in many passages
Throughout the history of Literature and Music
By which many of today's artists flourish and thrive
Writing poems today
About how wonderful it is to be alive
Beginning my afternoon with the reading
About the unexpected party
For one whom prefers his solitude and comfort
In a need to leave the Shire
Every once in awhile
To see just what our God has in store
For those whom read and write....
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
office
My Office
4-30-14
May I magnify mine office
I am a poet living on the east end of town
I travel west mostly three days a week
To see all that my weary eyes can behold
Darling, I can't stop the rain
Or turn your black sky blue
By men whom don't bow down to the image of themselves
Giving God thanks for this third dimension
So that I might see the bredth
O, let their eyes be darkened
According to the music to which poets have hearkened
I am ready to preach the gospel
To those in Shiloah also
In these dreams of going there on foot
For of Him
Through Him and to Him
Are all things
To whom be glory forever
Amen...
"Hello!"
4-30-14
O, what more can I expect
When I do not understand
What I am to yet accept
In all of such denial
My soul doth seem inept
Where I cry out to be but observed
At the library with my Bible and my pen
Knowing thirty more soldiers for my army
That fights for peace
Seemingly a contradiction
Of terms just as it is
I beseech you therefore
Brethren by his mercies
Even for those said to be as worms
Groveling and abject
And contemptible
To be but glorious
Not oxymoron
Where antibodies dwell with these germs
O, what more can I expect
This is my new way of saying
Hello....
Razorback
4-30-14
I am not ashamed of these words
For it is the power to toss breadcrumbs to my birds
In the passing of another sweet hour
Being criticized remorsely
And therefore glory in that I am counted worthy
To suffer with a smile upon my face
I am glad that I went there yesterday
To come back here today
Yet rugged, yet broken
Yet ridged, yet jagged
Yet harsh, yet severe
Wherein today inside of me
It's either faith or fear
May I provoke them all to emulation
Where to the music we grow deaf
And to God's beauty blind
Dependent on circumstances
In what is precarious
Here's one for the road
Tossing corn to my razorback
She is my friend today
In that I am not ashamed....
Whalebone
4-30-14
I heard a voice
That he tried to call me up yesterday
From another southwest corner
Of this darkness that I still prefer
By plankton
By whalebone
By baleen
I'm getting by without my internet pornography
I've been given a way of escape
As I befriend my rorqual
Getting it all on tape
Taking in various beautiful shapes
Of bosoms real
By all fringed and platelike sheets
In getting out on another Saturday for good eats
By my motile organisms
Being not conformed
To the image of this world....
My Exhortation
4-30-14
O, he that exhorts
May him do this in simplicity
And he that rules with diligence
Throwing the knife that lands inches from my heart
It's all poetry to me
Yeah, even the bible
There is something in it for everyone
Flowing freely as stagnant waters
That wish to yet flourish by the blood
Which is the protein of avacados
Doth nourish for the abundance
Of milk and butter is yet to be spread
Where we will eat that which is left in this land
I think I've been here before
In my yesterday in its pursuits
Be not wise in your own opinion and conceit
O, he that doth admonish
May him do so in humility....
4-30-14
May I magnify mine office
I am a poet living on the east end of town
I travel west mostly three days a week
To see all that my weary eyes can behold
Darling, I can't stop the rain
Or turn your black sky blue
By men whom don't bow down to the image of themselves
Giving God thanks for this third dimension
So that I might see the bredth
O, let their eyes be darkened
According to the music to which poets have hearkened
I am ready to preach the gospel
To those in Shiloah also
In these dreams of going there on foot
For of Him
Through Him and to Him
Are all things
To whom be glory forever
Amen...
"Hello!"
4-30-14
O, what more can I expect
When I do not understand
What I am to yet accept
In all of such denial
My soul doth seem inept
Where I cry out to be but observed
At the library with my Bible and my pen
Knowing thirty more soldiers for my army
That fights for peace
Seemingly a contradiction
Of terms just as it is
I beseech you therefore
Brethren by his mercies
Even for those said to be as worms
Groveling and abject
And contemptible
To be but glorious
Not oxymoron
Where antibodies dwell with these germs
O, what more can I expect
This is my new way of saying
Hello....
Razorback
4-30-14
I am not ashamed of these words
For it is the power to toss breadcrumbs to my birds
In the passing of another sweet hour
Being criticized remorsely
And therefore glory in that I am counted worthy
To suffer with a smile upon my face
I am glad that I went there yesterday
To come back here today
Yet rugged, yet broken
Yet ridged, yet jagged
Yet harsh, yet severe
Wherein today inside of me
It's either faith or fear
May I provoke them all to emulation
Where to the music we grow deaf
And to God's beauty blind
Dependent on circumstances
In what is precarious
Here's one for the road
Tossing corn to my razorback
She is my friend today
In that I am not ashamed....
Whalebone
4-30-14
I heard a voice
That he tried to call me up yesterday
From another southwest corner
Of this darkness that I still prefer
By plankton
By whalebone
By baleen
I'm getting by without my internet pornography
I've been given a way of escape
As I befriend my rorqual
Getting it all on tape
Taking in various beautiful shapes
Of bosoms real
By all fringed and platelike sheets
In getting out on another Saturday for good eats
By my motile organisms
Being not conformed
To the image of this world....
My Exhortation
4-30-14
O, he that exhorts
May him do this in simplicity
And he that rules with diligence
Throwing the knife that lands inches from my heart
It's all poetry to me
Yeah, even the bible
There is something in it for everyone
Flowing freely as stagnant waters
That wish to yet flourish by the blood
Which is the protein of avacados
Doth nourish for the abundance
Of milk and butter is yet to be spread
Where we will eat that which is left in this land
I think I've been here before
In my yesterday in its pursuits
Be not wise in your own opinion and conceit
O, he that doth admonish
May him do so in humility....
emergence
Emergence
4-30-14
By the emergence from the eclipse
In this going out into the transit
I am provided transportation
Coming in the form of jubilation
But I say did not the city of York
Know the purpose of the downfall of rain that pours
And the salvation today of drunkards and whores
Doing tricks and stopping into state stores
Where Christ is the end of the law for righteousness
Yeah, the Word is nigh thee
O, how shall they preach lest they be sent
Where love is a power greater than death
O, doth not the city of York know....
Barbarian
4-30-14
My cubicle mate has moved on
I prayed for him to have a wonderful day
As me, likewise
I pray for those automatic writings
To lift up the name of God
And now I have my perfect view
To the west of me
Ready to be as a beacon
For the word
To both the barbarians and the Greeks
Unto both he whom hides
And he whom seeks
Say not in thine heart
Who shall ascend
Where with the heart a man believes
And with the mouth he doth confess
Yet primitive and uncivilized
Am I by the syllables
To yet accentuate and stress
My cubicle mate has moved on
I wish him well...
On Romans 10:12
4-30-14
There is no difference
Between the Jew and the Greek
There is no contrast
Yeah,
There is no distinction
Yes their sound went into all of the earth
Responsible for many today to come to see their rebirth
How beautiful are the feet
Of those that bring it around
No girls with sandals on quite yet
But I know that the best is yet to come
When today is the day of my salvation
For whomsoever calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved
And whomsoever believes on Him shall not be ashamed
My inspection has passed
And here I am again today
Yeah, I made it
Hallelujiah and Hosanna
As Esaias is very bold today
By way of my pen
In entering into the month of May....
Today, It Is
4-30-14
On this last day of April
Rain is pouring down
As I swing my hammer
Soon to come my forty-one
Still under the sun
As to obtain the prize
I yet run by a pen to ramble
And yet stammer
O, hath God cast away his people
God forbid and certainly not
Crudely ornate and rich
By my hands that doth yet tremble and twitch
Where they're calling for floods in the streets
Flowing into my deep ditch
They bow down their back always
Yeah, they have killed the prophets
And dug down their altars
Just so they might offer up themselves
As a worthy sacrifice
On this last day of April
I so let it be....
4-30-14
By the emergence from the eclipse
In this going out into the transit
I am provided transportation
Coming in the form of jubilation
But I say did not the city of York
Know the purpose of the downfall of rain that pours
And the salvation today of drunkards and whores
Doing tricks and stopping into state stores
Where Christ is the end of the law for righteousness
Yeah, the Word is nigh thee
O, how shall they preach lest they be sent
Where love is a power greater than death
O, doth not the city of York know....
Barbarian
4-30-14
My cubicle mate has moved on
I prayed for him to have a wonderful day
As me, likewise
I pray for those automatic writings
To lift up the name of God
And now I have my perfect view
To the west of me
Ready to be as a beacon
For the word
To both the barbarians and the Greeks
Unto both he whom hides
And he whom seeks
Say not in thine heart
Who shall ascend
Where with the heart a man believes
And with the mouth he doth confess
Yet primitive and uncivilized
Am I by the syllables
To yet accentuate and stress
My cubicle mate has moved on
I wish him well...
On Romans 10:12
4-30-14
There is no difference
Between the Jew and the Greek
There is no contrast
Yeah,
There is no distinction
Yes their sound went into all of the earth
Responsible for many today to come to see their rebirth
How beautiful are the feet
Of those that bring it around
No girls with sandals on quite yet
But I know that the best is yet to come
When today is the day of my salvation
For whomsoever calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved
And whomsoever believes on Him shall not be ashamed
My inspection has passed
And here I am again today
Yeah, I made it
Hallelujiah and Hosanna
As Esaias is very bold today
By way of my pen
In entering into the month of May....
Today, It Is
4-30-14
On this last day of April
Rain is pouring down
As I swing my hammer
Soon to come my forty-one
Still under the sun
As to obtain the prize
I yet run by a pen to ramble
And yet stammer
O, hath God cast away his people
God forbid and certainly not
Crudely ornate and rich
By my hands that doth yet tremble and twitch
Where they're calling for floods in the streets
Flowing into my deep ditch
They bow down their back always
Yeah, they have killed the prophets
And dug down their altars
Just so they might offer up themselves
As a worthy sacrifice
On this last day of April
I so let it be....
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
envelope
Envelope
1-4-14
Four hundred and thirty years later
A magic envelope comes into existence
So I can pay my rent come Monday
Of which we do not add nor annul
By the glory of selfies
Hung upon my west wall
Sipping today on my chamomile
As the music is a perfect description
Of all I think and feel
Four hundred and thirty years later
The law is added because of offenses
Having much to do with past, present and future tenses
Making not the promise of no effect
By the smoothness of garden fences....
Bride
1-4-14
Yes, we are called as the Jews
In my cessation of my excess
According to my much wanted booze
Where the word of God
Is where I choose to get my news
By our passage paraphrased
According to out lunatics, fanatics in the word
And crazed beside themselves
For this great cause
By perfection that comes about by our flaws
Yes, we are of Christ, the bride
Being ones to come out and say it
And no longer try to hide...
Of But One Word
1-4-14
I must say that a billion or so poems
Can be today written of but one word
Of such Scripture
Seen as honorable and illuminating
And by no means insignificant or absurd
By this inexhaustible supply
Coming from the Source
Of what can never be used up
Making hot again my herbal teacup
Learning to love what God hath made of me
Putting my new mirror gift to its proper use
Adoring all that I see
In my morning juice....
Had
1-4-14
It seems that what tastes good
Can, on us, go bad
Thrown for a loop
In that again I've been had
Where our simple pleasure
Doth serve as a passing fad
By recollections of my first infatuation
Wanting to recreate it
In its saturation mawkish and sentimental
To an old Springsteen tune played full blast
While playing Nintendo games
Telling my girl that I was sick
And that I couldn't make the scene
By the contrast of yellow snow
By the fallen needles of my main evergreen
Trying to build muscle by way of milkshakes
Yet to find out just what it takes to be a man...
Proof
1-4-14
Now to Abraham and his seed
Were the promises made
In a place where it reaches a hundred and two in the shade
By our need of cold water and the clay yet preserved of the potter
And seeds of many
That will be as one
Not here on business
But here just for fun
By the law proved inveterate
Sinfulness of the nature of all mankind
Being a thing I cannot grasp
In this limited scope of my fleshly mind
As so my mission is accomplished
Ready to send out my rent check
Paid in full and signed...
By One Commandment Kept
1-4-14
The intent of the law is condemnation
Where one is commended in where he succeeds
To keep but one of these commandments
Written upon fleshly tablets of stone
For the cause that we need not stand alone
By our preparatory discipline
In entering our danger and comfort zone
Being much too hard on myself
Disguising my voice over the telephone
As the seed doth come
To whom the promise was made
As so this price in full by Jesus is paid...
1-4-14
Four hundred and thirty years later
A magic envelope comes into existence
So I can pay my rent come Monday
Of which we do not add nor annul
By the glory of selfies
Hung upon my west wall
Sipping today on my chamomile
As the music is a perfect description
Of all I think and feel
Four hundred and thirty years later
The law is added because of offenses
Having much to do with past, present and future tenses
Making not the promise of no effect
By the smoothness of garden fences....
Bride
1-4-14
Yes, we are called as the Jews
In my cessation of my excess
According to my much wanted booze
Where the word of God
Is where I choose to get my news
By our passage paraphrased
According to out lunatics, fanatics in the word
And crazed beside themselves
For this great cause
By perfection that comes about by our flaws
Yes, we are of Christ, the bride
Being ones to come out and say it
And no longer try to hide...
Of But One Word
1-4-14
I must say that a billion or so poems
Can be today written of but one word
Of such Scripture
Seen as honorable and illuminating
And by no means insignificant or absurd
By this inexhaustible supply
Coming from the Source
Of what can never be used up
Making hot again my herbal teacup
Learning to love what God hath made of me
Putting my new mirror gift to its proper use
Adoring all that I see
In my morning juice....
Had
1-4-14
It seems that what tastes good
Can, on us, go bad
Thrown for a loop
In that again I've been had
Where our simple pleasure
Doth serve as a passing fad
By recollections of my first infatuation
Wanting to recreate it
In its saturation mawkish and sentimental
To an old Springsteen tune played full blast
While playing Nintendo games
Telling my girl that I was sick
And that I couldn't make the scene
By the contrast of yellow snow
By the fallen needles of my main evergreen
Trying to build muscle by way of milkshakes
Yet to find out just what it takes to be a man...
Proof
1-4-14
Now to Abraham and his seed
Were the promises made
In a place where it reaches a hundred and two in the shade
By our need of cold water and the clay yet preserved of the potter
And seeds of many
That will be as one
Not here on business
But here just for fun
By the law proved inveterate
Sinfulness of the nature of all mankind
Being a thing I cannot grasp
In this limited scope of my fleshly mind
As so my mission is accomplished
Ready to send out my rent check
Paid in full and signed...
By One Commandment Kept
1-4-14
The intent of the law is condemnation
Where one is commended in where he succeeds
To keep but one of these commandments
Written upon fleshly tablets of stone
For the cause that we need not stand alone
By our preparatory discipline
In entering our danger and comfort zone
Being much too hard on myself
Disguising my voice over the telephone
As the seed doth come
To whom the promise was made
As so this price in full by Jesus is paid...
fortify
Fortify
3-16-14
Thoroughly fortified once again
By the Word and name
Deeply encouraged in that today I'm not quite the same
Jumping back into the deep end
Of my pool no longer imputed
As the victor or the fool
Standing fast in all ordeals
According to this golden rule
Knowing to be in this fight to but win
With my just ephah
And my just hin
Thoroughly justified
In that I came, saw and conquered....
Checking the Mail
3-16-14
Amidst the lodging place for travelers
We yet linger
To sprinkle once again
Tap water from a willing finger
Anointing the veil in God's love
That will never fail
To yet hearken and hail
Amongst my living quarters
I scribble this rhyme
And once again I check the mail
Where every man takes heed to his neighbor
Where every brother doth supplant
And every neighbor doth walk with slanderers
For the cause of this dispensation
That transcends wheat
We can taste, touch hear and see....
Sunday Night
3-16-14
It's Sunday night
And I'm doing more than just alright
Being one to contradict this predictable cliché
Being as He whom doth seek deeper
Into the narrow way
Where eternal life is the here and now
Taking up my rod to speak to the rock
And it will bring forth fresh cold clear drinking water
To assuage my thirst
Brought into the land He has given us
Because we believe indeed that we will...
On Jeremiah 8:7
3-16-14
Even the stork in the heavens
Knows her appointed times
Given this advantage
Of heinous handwriting
In that no one can forge my signature
Yeah, this remark made a brother chortle
To give me hopes in a future in being immortal
Where everyone turns to his own course
As one to fall into the void
And surrender to the portal
Taking it all as it comes
As the turtledove, the swift and the swallow
Accompanying Phil on the drums....
3-16-14
Thoroughly fortified once again
By the Word and name
Deeply encouraged in that today I'm not quite the same
Jumping back into the deep end
Of my pool no longer imputed
As the victor or the fool
Standing fast in all ordeals
According to this golden rule
Knowing to be in this fight to but win
With my just ephah
And my just hin
Thoroughly justified
In that I came, saw and conquered....
Checking the Mail
3-16-14
Amidst the lodging place for travelers
We yet linger
To sprinkle once again
Tap water from a willing finger
Anointing the veil in God's love
That will never fail
To yet hearken and hail
Amongst my living quarters
I scribble this rhyme
And once again I check the mail
Where every man takes heed to his neighbor
Where every brother doth supplant
And every neighbor doth walk with slanderers
For the cause of this dispensation
That transcends wheat
We can taste, touch hear and see....
Sunday Night
3-16-14
It's Sunday night
And I'm doing more than just alright
Being one to contradict this predictable cliché
Being as He whom doth seek deeper
Into the narrow way
Where eternal life is the here and now
Taking up my rod to speak to the rock
And it will bring forth fresh cold clear drinking water
To assuage my thirst
Brought into the land He has given us
Because we believe indeed that we will...
On Jeremiah 8:7
3-16-14
Even the stork in the heavens
Knows her appointed times
Given this advantage
Of heinous handwriting
In that no one can forge my signature
Yeah, this remark made a brother chortle
To give me hopes in a future in being immortal
Where everyone turns to his own course
As one to fall into the void
And surrender to the portal
Taking it all as it comes
As the turtledove, the swift and the swallow
Accompanying Phil on the drums....
Monday, February 2, 2015
good job
Good Job
1-4-15
Justified in your words
Overcoming when thou art judged
Consider the flowers and those birds
Seeking not natural bitterness of that grudge
Let God be true and every man a liar
This is a good start in me returning to it
Passages stand out
As miracles like magic
And I'm gifted but not by a golden calf
Don't give up, O don't give in
Thirty is my limit at the store tomorrow
Washing helping hands
For all joy in sorrow
Justified
Good start, good job...
Built
1-4-15
Guilt is built
And coffee is spilt
So that I might trace the stains
With this pen so that I might stand fast in the rains
And go back to do it all again
Destruction and misery are in their ways
None are exempt from breathing in chlorine at hotel stays
I don't even know where I was
In the days when I thought that life was a game
No navel gazing this time around
I see my glory even in my shame...
All Is Sacred (Part 2)
1-4-15
No one righteous, no not one
I hear a knock in the hallway
And wish away the night
Of my cloud sheathed sun
I wish him well on his way
I lean to with open arms
And not with a loaded gun
Stark naked
I break the silence
According to the chess game
That the champion already won
There is no one to understand me
According to Mother's cinnamon bun
There is no one whom really seeks
They have all turned aside
Yeah, I'm back in there
And I'm glad to take the dog off the chain....
What Then?
1-4-15
To be under this judicial sentence
So is ones true nature
Looking down the barrel of the devil's gun
But not afraid
Yes, he is afraid of us
A small believing girl is his worst nightmare
Under the cloud sheathed sun
For all have sinned and fall short
So may we encourage one another and exhort
The medicine is working better now
As something sweet to report
The blood of the lamb is on my front door
And in the land of Goshen
To learn there is so much more....
On Romans 3:31
1-4-15
Where is boasting
It is excluded
By what law
By the law of faith protruded
Give it up for apostle Paul
He did his good work in penning his epistles
While in prison
It could have been a whole lot worse
He could have thrown in the towel
This life is cold
But we are inside where it's warm
Where is boasting then
It is left out of the equation
On the contrary
We establish the law
But not by persuasion
Where is boasting?
Bookmark
1-4-15
Bookmark at Romans chapter four
I take a break to return to all that I have written about it
And somehow I can say that no one needs to doubt it
O, Soul savage the heart
Zealous for truth and enthusiastic
Hallelulijia is a word I never learned how to spell
Phone ringing across the hallway does not concern me
And I ought to have no fear
While in the word
Once, twice and thrice again...
Abishag
1-4-15
Come Abiathar and Adonijah
I haven't got a clue
I will never learn it all
Until I get to heaven
But I will seek it for the rest of my days
Come Abishag the Shumanite
I have my new dreams tonight
Up since six
Not too early
And not too late
I get my morning joe to the world fix
The ord is come and I have enough on my plate
O, can the drugs really work for one in distress
The answer is both yes and no
By insanity's question
O, help me to understand...
1-4-15
Justified in your words
Overcoming when thou art judged
Consider the flowers and those birds
Seeking not natural bitterness of that grudge
Let God be true and every man a liar
This is a good start in me returning to it
Passages stand out
As miracles like magic
And I'm gifted but not by a golden calf
Don't give up, O don't give in
Thirty is my limit at the store tomorrow
Washing helping hands
For all joy in sorrow
Justified
Good start, good job...
Built
1-4-15
Guilt is built
And coffee is spilt
So that I might trace the stains
With this pen so that I might stand fast in the rains
And go back to do it all again
Destruction and misery are in their ways
None are exempt from breathing in chlorine at hotel stays
I don't even know where I was
In the days when I thought that life was a game
No navel gazing this time around
I see my glory even in my shame...
All Is Sacred (Part 2)
1-4-15
No one righteous, no not one
I hear a knock in the hallway
And wish away the night
Of my cloud sheathed sun
I wish him well on his way
I lean to with open arms
And not with a loaded gun
Stark naked
I break the silence
According to the chess game
That the champion already won
There is no one to understand me
According to Mother's cinnamon bun
There is no one whom really seeks
They have all turned aside
Yeah, I'm back in there
And I'm glad to take the dog off the chain....
What Then?
1-4-15
To be under this judicial sentence
So is ones true nature
Looking down the barrel of the devil's gun
But not afraid
Yes, he is afraid of us
A small believing girl is his worst nightmare
Under the cloud sheathed sun
For all have sinned and fall short
So may we encourage one another and exhort
The medicine is working better now
As something sweet to report
The blood of the lamb is on my front door
And in the land of Goshen
To learn there is so much more....
On Romans 3:31
1-4-15
Where is boasting
It is excluded
By what law
By the law of faith protruded
Give it up for apostle Paul
He did his good work in penning his epistles
While in prison
It could have been a whole lot worse
He could have thrown in the towel
This life is cold
But we are inside where it's warm
Where is boasting then
It is left out of the equation
On the contrary
We establish the law
But not by persuasion
Where is boasting?
Bookmark
1-4-15
Bookmark at Romans chapter four
I take a break to return to all that I have written about it
And somehow I can say that no one needs to doubt it
O, Soul savage the heart
Zealous for truth and enthusiastic
Hallelulijia is a word I never learned how to spell
Phone ringing across the hallway does not concern me
And I ought to have no fear
While in the word
Once, twice and thrice again...
Abishag
1-4-15
Come Abiathar and Adonijah
I haven't got a clue
I will never learn it all
Until I get to heaven
But I will seek it for the rest of my days
Come Abishag the Shumanite
I have my new dreams tonight
Up since six
Not too early
And not too late
I get my morning joe to the world fix
The ord is come and I have enough on my plate
O, can the drugs really work for one in distress
The answer is both yes and no
By insanity's question
O, help me to understand...
Thursday, December 18, 2014
onyx
Onyx
12-13-14
Sampling my prisms
Yet to embark on another tome
Of rhyme bridging the schisms
R.E.M. on my computer speakers
Of downloads for free
And moderate mannerisms
I hear the fireworks of another
Black Silk pot yet brewing
This one goes out to the One I love
Seeming to be lacking its indigo
The onyx as my latest muse
As soon the sun cometh up
On my peacefulness
By my new drug in its tranquility
I give it another alibi
In that I let it fly...
Trying Cessation
12-13-14
Watching my Wellbutrin
Knowing not its adversity
Sampling my Chantax
Hoping for no such antagonism
O, will it work alongside my other prescription drugs
I'm better best to rearrange
And if it works for me
It's nothing strange
By such an insatiable craving
Yet conducive
In that it tastes good to me
It's the beginning of a new world
As far as purblind eyes can clearly see
And I feel wonderful...
Stand Back And Listen
12-13-14
Taking up Geometry
O, stand back and listen
Hanging up more ornaments
To reflect colored lights that glisten
Keep a chart and a calendar
And log the day's events
Before your alter ego repents
You can train yourself to cease and desist
And consider making a more healthy shopping list
My family tree serves as my motive to live on
And to be good to myself
Come the light of another dawn
Taking up trigonometry
Until I disengage the blade
To cut the lawn...
Four Down, One To Go
12-13-14
Journal pages can be like cigarette rolling papers
When you run out you can always get more
O, stand back and observe
In what you have found in this
Keeping motives pure
And I'm up before the light of day
To write these rhymes until my hand gets sore
Try to wear this on your sleeve
By my repetitious act of self destruction
One raises his fingers to his mouth
As a learned behavior
Such seems to be a long shot
But it's worth another try...
Trans Fat
12-13-14
Don't mean to be parsimonious
Hallelujiah, it was another wonderful trip
To the steak house with Mother
Coming home to talk about the passion
And hum along to my spiritual ration
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world of fashion
I'm back in the swing of things
This is not all that she wrote
According to my generous ration
When I try to give it up
I'm losing track of the time
Apology accepted
I didn't need to miss the boat
Where trans fat sticks to my blood vessels
In that talk is cheap
Come the tongue that wrestles...
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