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Curaco
11-9-12


The orange peels of my curaco are astringent
Even though I knew not its proper usage
Grammatically in all of this
Given a beautiful fix
In what I plan to put into practice
Ten hours from now
Because this is all I have in my hands to give
In the orange peels of my curaco
Without its substance
That I used to partake in for comfort...








Jacob Favored Joseph
11-9-12


Sibling rivalry
Is the most common of our family flaws
That cannot bend or break
God's loving laws
In eructations and flatulence
Just as well a part of life
As cookies and milk
In that I have no plan save faith alone
In that Jacob favored Joseph
And all his brothers hated him
In all of this
Such will be the handiwork
Of this sunshiny day...
















Lake Pontchartrain
11-9-12


Yet to consider my personal Lake Pontchartrain
In what they needed to face
In times of tempests true
And trying telling tales
Of where times were tough
In a mainland easy to be eroded
Away with precipitation of the pride
Where I gaze upon a bookshelf
At my north wall
Not to hide behind it
But to give my all.....








On Revelation 19:21 (check it out)
11-9-12


Fowls are filled with the flesh
Of folks that fail
To make the quota and tale
Of bricks dealt to those who still try
Hard to pass the test set before them
In the obstacle course
Serving as the simulation
Of security and serenity
Where the remnant is slain by the sword
Yet they make it to where they are going
In the good Lord....










Ribcage
11-9-12


In my carnal calaboose
I yet cling to what I think I want and need
Where bound in heaven
Is what is bound here on earth
saying another prayer that my words will be used
For a greater good
In my carnal calaboose
Wherein I hang upon another noose
With last night's dreams recalled
Wherein I would refuse to fight back....






On Revelation 20:6 (check it out)
11-9-12


Reigning with Christ
For the millennium
Pondering over breaking back teeth
On a Butterfinger last night
After making a three for a dollar cigarette deal
With my stray cat that comes to my door
From time to time
To yet prove my liberality
Reigning with Christ
One thousand years
Wherein the beast is bound
So that our words will matter
In the long run
Where blessed is he
That takes part in all of this...

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Fish Sticks
1-2-09


It is hard for me to kick against the pricks
Yet it is easy to yet dine on generic frozen fish sticks
Took down the smoke detector
So it would not sound amiss
As I can think of many things
That go better than this
And it is good to taste the things
As children we yet tried
As a man rediscovers facilities
Wherein he once laughed and cried
Got my new gas stove
To serve as inspiration to yet look
As I abound in the flesh of fish
Even when nothing is on my hook
Fish sticks are a simple meal
That even a child can discern
As in these dining inventions
We still have much to learn...










Rhymes To Slip
1-2-09


Wait too long to write your rhyme
And the gist and the grasp will slip your mind
On my hands I'm glad to have my precious time
Reflecting on the day I thought was the end
When all nine planets were aligned
Clusters of artificial sweetener
Sweeter than what is said to be authentic and real
I count my blessing to find a small table
Putting not confidence in what I feel
Tall cup of joe
So little time
So much to know....




















Nice-Nellyism
1-2-09


Nice-Nellyism
Excessive modesty
I was given the advice
To take the credit as it is given
True to myself
May it be self requited honesty
As to new highways in my mind I am driven
Prudishness and euphemism
Skirt around our differences to bridge the schism
Came out here by faith
To get what I need
While Mother Earth is still asleep
Rather have the jitters than the blue devils
In land locked seas dark and deep
I maintain humility
In new writing styles
Make my transition
From listlessness to agility
I walk in my new pair of shoes
To break them in on my next mile...










Constrained, Restrained
1-2-09


I steal a table
I take my chances
Read again of how Cain slew Abel
To learn new literary and scriptural dances
Be here Now
Shift into a lower gear
Yet I look ahead to my next trip to the shore
In pursuits for games and beer
My vocabulary won't help me
In a crossword puzzle
Yet under restraints and checks
Of the bit, the bridle, and the muzzle
I bushwhack through berry bramble bushes
Sometimes in order to get to the fruit
You are pricked by the thorn
As still the mystery of iniquity remains
Have we lived before we were born....


















Ponder
1-2-09


Ponder over what you read
don't try to become wise in haste
Feed your head
Give something back in sowing your seed
Look for a hidden nature trail
To make your way closer to the door and chaste
Books strewn out at a table at the coffee house
I make my appearance of an autistic idiot savant
The groom is patiently waiting for his spouse
Ghosts that linger and tarry
Need new houses to yet haunt
Take your time
Write your rhyme
Go to the donut shop
Take a bite out of crime
Ponder and meditate
Yet do not be in a hurry
It will not add one cubit to your stature
To take thought or care in worry
God feeds the birds in his own time...










Get Back Up
1-2-09


A good man won't stay down
He stumbles to get back up
Seventy times seven times
I give of myself
Not expecting my golden crown
Saving up my quarters, dollars and dimes
Guinness money, pinball windfall
stepping out on faith to leave the comfort of my wall
Thirty dollar investment in sweet wine
two thousand nine
Still doing quite fine
Can't keep a good man down for long
As we suppose that we can learn
What is right from wrong
There is much to be said of nowhere
Were the words to another nihilistic song....

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Chameleon
5-22-01


I blend in like a chameleon
Looking around me
And staying free from corruption
A have a way to dodge the falling rocks
In such a volcanic eruption
Lord, I don't know what to say
Except that I'm thankful to be living in the month of May


one hour and fifteen minutes
To call it officially my birthday
Am I worthy to be called the age that I will be turning
Not living only for the blessings
That come down in showers
I guess I can say I live for learning
And with God's grace I show my face
And proceed with it even when I'm terrified
My heart is a piece of petrified wood
To some just any rock
But to others of interest to look at
There is nothing wrong with looking at yourself in the mirror
And admiring what you see
For there is a time and place for all things
Sometimes you have a ball and chain tied to your back
And other times you might have wings
O, what a wonder variety brings....












God Of Variety
5-22-01


He is a God of variety
He created all the beauty of the earth
I have a reason for depression and anxiety
And I am proud of my rebirth
Ate too much, stomach in satiety
At times it can be an oasis
Other times it is famine and dearth


I am not ashamed to tell you what is wrong with me
I accept myself for imperfections
I appeal to singing aloud the song in me
And I will proceed with self affections


He is a God of mystery
Not meant to be complex
Live from here on out in honesty
For it is you that he means not perplex
I have made it to the zone of riches
No longer have need to dig trenches or ditches
Nurse the cut if it hurts
Scratch the poison if it itches
We all have bouts of injury
Pray to the Lord to heal the stitches.....












Storm In The Hallway
5-22-01


Feeling the tensions and paranoia
Of the chaos next door
Asking the Lord for peace there
And calling on an angel to settle the score
And I can hardly wait to go back out to the music store
There is love in what I buy there
Even if it seems to be earthly bound
I feel I have a friend in my stereo
And I take solace in my sound
Over two hundred albums piled up in my towers
To me they are my only treasure
I lay up for myself
They are like my flowers
And so I turn them on
When I can stay in
During springtime showers


I sense the hostility of unrest in my hallway
And thank God I don't live in Chicago
Such a storm I assure myself will pass
My cat seems now sensitive to such sounds
Lifting her ears in curiosity
As I pray for protection
From possible lunatics outside my door
It may only be in my head
So I pass it off as a spell
It's another storm I have lived with
It is something to you now I can tell...










Striking Oil
5-22-01


I wonder about that which I don't know
Wondering if I have the ability to strike oil
It is a gold rush for the treasure inside
Try not to include selfishness and pride
This thing could very well be educational
I would love to go out for the ride
But something here doesn't feel quite right
The only time I felt alright
Was during the cool of the night
Nothing but rain clouds in my hazy sight
Taking off my spectacles
To bear the view
Partially distorting all that is clear and true
Missed out on the colors on the horizon
The sun is set and soon it will be rising
The fleeting passing of time, not surprising
Time to cut out apprehension
And put an end to all surmising
I wonder about all the things I've gathered over the years
Neglected and denied
Material possessions taken for granted and collecting dust
Each and every one has its purpose
Let me do with them what is just
Time to get out of bed and do just what I must...

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Passport

7-3-10


It is said that education
Is the passport to success
And yet our ignorance
We are yet to confess
Considering anything that ensures admission
Where we are called great
But not according to position
As I wear yesterday's green shirt
With my underarm
Where I am reconciled by its magic and charm
When the job is no longer about the pay nor the hours
As bees will hover over summer's surviving flowers
It is said that education is the passport to success...










I'm Still Of Age
7-3-10


I'm still of age to use my hand
Of which they used to say
That in doing this I will understand
As a climax in such will be worth ten grand
Yet in those days the stakes were high
Where the low would reach straight into the sky
Back out to the coffee shop on Monday
Yet I don't drink this coffee anymore
Where I will be given the words to say
That will overcome the strumpet and the whore
I'm still of age to use my hand
Yet to make my money
At the lemonade stand.....












Going Somewhere
7-3-10


A passport is an authorization to go somewhere
As we try to keep our states of mind
As if we did not care
Back out to the state store on Monday
With the attitude that we may as well be gay
Where two men are down
And therefore we will call it a power play
As we look to chance
So that we will have something to say
A passport is an authorization to go somewhere
As we have no distinction
Between the dark and of the fair...




















Trying To Choose A Title With My Eyes Closed
7-3-10


It is said that poker is advertised as Jack's Links
As leftover beans are washed down kitchen sinks
And we decide to stay awake
Instead of taking our fifty winks
Poker on the sports channel
While we dwell in cotton and flannel
Looking to my cat but she looks away
To give me new clues in how to pray
Ready or not here I come
With the sound of another base drum
It is said that poker is advertised by beef jerky
and mentioned by the public
Ham and turkey....










Stroking My Beard
7-3-10


Stroking my beard
Claiming to go through changes
Smoke in my own eyes is weird
It's cool with me
Like unknown rivers
And mountain ranges
All is mentioned in the dictionary
I received as a gift
Where I am destined to work the night shift
In my quotes and in my rhyme
With enough to make my next dollar and dime
Stroking my stubble
To get in touch with trouble
Feeling up my mustache
As I watch old episodes of Mash
Ready to take upon me the stripe and the lash
Stroking my beard
For the evidence
To become something more...










Full And Neon Bowl
7-3-10


O, what would a deceased man say
Of a lady that marries again
He wonders is it all part of the plan
Or a ploy for a new and christened pen
And we look to a full and neon bowl
As we take up lacrosse
And try to make our goal
Unknowing of the winnings of another lost soul
Yet subject to another beautiful role
So many words I do not yet know
As we are given the chance to shine and to glow
What will a dead man say
Of a woman that marries again
O, what will he say of a man's persistent pen...










Only Wasted When You're Dead
7-4-10


A grandfather of mine
Said you're only wasted when you're dead
Was I cast upon the waters
A new manner of unleavened bread
He said I'm only wasted when I'm long gone
In the esteem of when I would once mow the lawn
And I look to the songs written ten years ago
To come to terms with what an average man cannot know
And such a grandfather of mine passed away
With food to digest and substance to yet fray...

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Impetus
10-27-13


By such impetus and force anointed
Is at the gates our favorite racing horse
Sanctified and set apart
By gallop and canter
Being one to yet boast in belligerent banter
Learning these figures of speech
For the cause yet to teach
Yet still not to practice what we preach
Making it just barely
By the fuzz of a sweet ripe peach
By such impetus and impelling force
Of the nature that one accepts as his own...








Stringent
10-27-13


By stringency, scarceness and strain
Affluence will come down
From the firmament like rain
When we choose to give as a way to live
Beside ourselves in liberality
Where godliness is our great gain
Imposing rigorous standards
For the cause of what can be done
Among those whom are without
Standing outside the circle
Of a life we hope to yet achieve
Hoping to do something
With what we have come to believe...










For Things Not Seen
10-27-13


We are to love the Creator above all creation
Where things not seen are eternal
In seeking out joy and elation
Yet many have turned aside to what is sensual
Of things temporary
Of which doth return to the dust
And many have turned aside to their desires
Of all impending lust
In that all of this makes sense to me
All over again
When in God I hope to place my trust...








Phosphine
10-27-13


By my own phosphine illumination
I can see my many hues
Through closed eyes
Due to the precious light
Penetrating my retina
Of which is just as well
In the realm of the supernatural
Like a marvel and wonder
Of storm clouds of thunder
Where brilliance will be our spoil and plunder
Of the things we take for granted
And the spell we are under
By my own phosphine radiance
I can see it much more clearly
This time around....








Veil
10-29-13


Torn asunder is the barrier
Between God and man
In that I read Scripture
All day today
Because indeed
I can not in the most poetic way
To express the zeal
Of what is real in the way I feel
Not one to borrow or steal
Making with my inward man
My deal torn asunder
Like the veil on another deep and dark sea
Setting sail
Rent in the midst
So is the curtain
So that we might see him
Just as he is
Today...








No Need
10-29-13


In no need to revelutionalize our spirituality
Looking upon ones reflection
In the looking glass
Raising the roof
Going beyond the limitation
Of all that is carnal
By the Spirit of all that is that
Makes clearly seen that which is not
Wanting to apply to life
What I am taught
Where such a roof is a symbol
To a standard that no one these days will live by
One hundred percent
Teaming up with a brother I once knew
In my pen to make it real...








Been There, Done That
10-29-13


Jesus has already won the battle
In that it is not my fight
In that I plow through this sunny day
To make my way into the pleasant dark of night
Jesus has already been there and done that
So that we can go there and see
A marvel that will blow our minds
To the extent of a need to lean upon a wall
For the equilibrium of endeavors to follow
What I see here and now...

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Ceiling
12-2-13


Ones eyes and heart
Are not but for covetousness
Looking across the way
To see something one wants for himself
Taking for granted the novels on my dusty shelf
Reminding myself to give thanks
For what I already possess
Being one not to repent
But be one to confess
Ceiled with cedar
And painted with vermillion
Where we yet go where we are to be sent
Where ones eyes and heart
Are not but for desire
Where I speak what I know
As if preaching to a choir....


















On Nehemiah 2:17
12-2-13


Building my wall and sheep gate
To come to terms with this resentment
Bitterness and hate
That comes on its own accord
Where all things our Lord did so create
Given another reason to ride upon a chariot of integrity
To see our new slate
And start again afresh
Like the cheese we are yet to grate
Being one to build this wall
That we might be no more a reproach
To all fortune described as our fate...










On Habakkuk 1:8
12-2-13


Flying as the eagle
That hastens to eat
Where he whom seeks yet for this manna
Is in for a treat
Still subject to the milk
That washes down this strong meat
Where they all come for violence
With faces set for the east wind
Where a saint still needs to pray
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
Deriding every stronghold
By the scowl in which the artist grinned
To make manifest our melancholia of the merry
Making their way, today...










On Jeremiah 23:1
12-3-13


O, woe to the pastors
That destroy and scatter the sheep
Delving into the profound
The obscure and the deep
Where there are divisions among us
And many have fallen asleep
On another uneventful dreary day
The pen in hand
Yet to conclude
That I need not always understand
Where God is in control
Whereas I still have my pasta canned
O, woe and O, weal
Where the truth doth lie in what we feel...
















Gather
12-3-13


Gathering the remnant
To bring them again to their folds
Up against the rising tide
And her wonderful and terrible strongholds
And when I see it this way
I can know victory and defeat
On the corner of another busy street
Partaking in the breakfast of champions that compose
Reassured again that the good Lord Jesus knows
Gathering the remnant
Where they will be fruitful and increase
Tasting the fruit here and now
Of love, joy and peace...










Healed
12-3-13


By the jowl
By the dewlap
And its pendulous fold
I take up my pen and compose works
Here brave and bold
Given my ways
To turn hay and stubble into gold
On another day staying home from the library
To rest and heal
With my feline companion by my side
Of which is true to me and real
Where voices tell me that I look much better than what I feel
Playing Van Morrison CD's
For another session
Wherein I rest and heal...

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Affinity
7-7-12


Solomon makes affinity with the Pharaoh
Stated in the present tense
As if it were a dream I had last night
Upon a pallet of coolness and comfort
As I offer up a provision
To a lady friend I pray for
That last night
I had not the power
In my hand to serve
Preoccupied in meditations
About these illusions quite needful
In that they are...








Clips
7-7-12


I have my work cut out for me
With clips of compassion
On my free shows
Where the good Lord knows
In the love of my own toes
Where the beauty of the perennial
Still in me yet grows
As I wait for a call from my preacher
In that I am absent without leave
Yet here rather than there
With my work cut out for me
Running up my electric bill
with time to resurrect and kill
Writing rhymes all day
In God's will...




























No Mediocrity
7-7-12


There is no mediocrity
In the word of truth
Made as flesh needful for you and I
To yet transcend
Given this hot day
To write by the light through my east window
From where I can see into the heavens
Without a need to look outside
In that there is no mediocrity
In the love I put into practice
With prayers for all
Whom are in my heart
To serve with such a love today...










Magi
7-7-12


The light of a brighter star
In the east sky
Was a reason to rejoice
In that I spend all day today in deep study
And contemplation
To the sound of free shows
Without a need to purchase a ticket
At the box office
Thinking outside such a box
And not putting my God in such
With my notebooks that serve as musical instruments
Of such light of the brighter star
Of which these wisemen rejoice
In that it is our free choice...








Fortunate
7-7-12


It is fulfilled
That he is called a Nazarene
Out of luck yet blessed
In these mid hot summer
Deeper hues of green
More than fortunate
In the way things have been
With God's mercy
In the shelter from the elements
It's a beautiful day to abide in coolness
With only the need to let the sunlight shine on through
Yeah, it is fulfilled....










Fetish
7-7-12


John the Baptist
Wore a raiment of camel's hair
But me, I just sit around the house
In nothing but my underwear
To serve as a fetish
That keeps me going back there
This is what I do
All the day long for comfort and fulfillment
To do something about the time on my hands and feet
A fetish that serves as my incentive
And to try and to do
It is what I love so much about you...