Entertainer
2-27-11
Upon the waters of Egypt
Today I float
Casting my rod upon streams, rivers and ponds
Getting a taste of the words of my scapegoat
As the other sorcerers take up likewise
Their own magic wands
I take it slow today
And make of it a no brainer
Taking just a little bit of pride
In being the entertainer...
Stone Meets Wood
2-27-11
Stone meets Wood
Plastic meets glass
And for the first time in eleven years
I notice the perfection of her ass
Beauty is in the Beholder
As I see it to be more than skin deep
And still they say as of today
Still learning how to meditate and pray
Stepping back on the path
Choosing to be as Love
In order to be the Way....
Space Funk
2-27-11
The fish in the river died
As the waters stunk
As today I refrain from bathing
So I can keep my funk
Space funk, I call it
As a new method of getting drunk
Without the flagon or flask
Without the glass of the draft
Reverencing words such as snatch and shaft
Liberated in this freedom
To express the decadent part of me today...
Putting It To The Test
2-27-11
Faced today with the challenges of life
Seen as opportunities
For spiritual practices in relationships
In which I can claim to not be completely all alone
Putting it to the test
Taking out the garbage
Through the door facing west
Keeping my feet on the ground
Wishing you well
In saying I'll see you around
Facing some challenges of my own...
Trim
2-27-11
It's time for me to turn the calendar page over to March
And find new methods of digesting fiber, corn and starch
The things of earth grow strangely dim
Yet light will still shine upon the place
Where my mustache can use a little trim
She is my attitude today
A friend I can pass the time with
Where I write, study and jam out
Yet to learn what this is all about...
Mouth Of My River
2-27-11
Today is another day
In saying this I take three steps ahead
I missed out on breakfast
Yet in the formless manifestation
Of Being I am well fed
Making tea and adding honey
Where the mouth of my river is juicy and runny
This is good in a sense
That is beyond
The illusions of what we can see
Or even touch
As I must say out loud
That I like you and love you much....
Monday, March 9, 2015
marvel
Marvel
10-15-13
By my medium
Of all tedium
I take it one verse at a time
So that I might write another rhyme
Taking a look out my east window upon sunshine
Upon the roof of the Presbyterian church
Of which I wonder and marvel
Trying to read the book of Deuteronomy
And all of its laws
We hope were done away with
When the veil is rent in the midst
Given our new covenant
Of this love and grace....
Mince
10-15-13
Going home to mince my eggplant
Not to become as one who is scant
Liberally giving to those in need
That yet pine and pant
Glad that I went out shopping last night
Resting upon yesterday's laurels
In loving my God with all my strength and might
Where he doth enclose our ways with hewn stone
Making my paths straight
Revising the word
No matter how absurd
Going home to mince my turnip
To be the best song I have ever heard...
Kenspecle
10-15-13
Of that which is conspicuous and kenspecle
We hand out our gerah and our brazen shekel
Where all is obvious and manifest
Glad to have gone again to my west
Told in my mind that indeed I have passed the test
Of that which is crystal clear and easy to see
In that which is made real
According to the real me
Touching up on my Scottish and Greek
To know that I will always be one to yet seek
Prodded on by the verse that reads
Blessed are the meek...
Arsenal
10-15-13
Of agrarian animosity
In ones agricultural arsenal
Of root vegetables minced
To be sautéed in canola oil
Once again pertaining to the culinary of promotion
Of flavor we often take for granted
As if it will always be
Pouring myself onto the page
For hours at a time
Of agrarian avenues to walk along
In search for the knowledge at hand and foot....
Breastplate
10-15-13
Obedience is the breastplate of righteousness
If and when we can get it straight
Where the word of God is the sword to take up
In that it is never too late
Walking today by my faith and not by sight
Where we are not to swear at all
On that we can't make one hair black or white
Obedience is the breastplate of righteousness
Where my eyes are yet to aspire to
The impending dark of night...
Outcome
10-15-13
The end of the commandment is charity
And the top of the law is love
Where we can come to know truth in its verity
To seek what lies within and above
In a place quite blessed
Where the crow can abide with the dove
By the protection of ones fingers
In putting on a gardening glove
By our inventory and analysis
To go to the show that we'd need not miss...
10-15-13
By my medium
Of all tedium
I take it one verse at a time
So that I might write another rhyme
Taking a look out my east window upon sunshine
Upon the roof of the Presbyterian church
Of which I wonder and marvel
Trying to read the book of Deuteronomy
And all of its laws
We hope were done away with
When the veil is rent in the midst
Given our new covenant
Of this love and grace....
Mince
10-15-13
Going home to mince my eggplant
Not to become as one who is scant
Liberally giving to those in need
That yet pine and pant
Glad that I went out shopping last night
Resting upon yesterday's laurels
In loving my God with all my strength and might
Where he doth enclose our ways with hewn stone
Making my paths straight
Revising the word
No matter how absurd
Going home to mince my turnip
To be the best song I have ever heard...
Kenspecle
10-15-13
Of that which is conspicuous and kenspecle
We hand out our gerah and our brazen shekel
Where all is obvious and manifest
Glad to have gone again to my west
Told in my mind that indeed I have passed the test
Of that which is crystal clear and easy to see
In that which is made real
According to the real me
Touching up on my Scottish and Greek
To know that I will always be one to yet seek
Prodded on by the verse that reads
Blessed are the meek...
Arsenal
10-15-13
Of agrarian animosity
In ones agricultural arsenal
Of root vegetables minced
To be sautéed in canola oil
Once again pertaining to the culinary of promotion
Of flavor we often take for granted
As if it will always be
Pouring myself onto the page
For hours at a time
Of agrarian avenues to walk along
In search for the knowledge at hand and foot....
Breastplate
10-15-13
Obedience is the breastplate of righteousness
If and when we can get it straight
Where the word of God is the sword to take up
In that it is never too late
Walking today by my faith and not by sight
Where we are not to swear at all
On that we can't make one hair black or white
Obedience is the breastplate of righteousness
Where my eyes are yet to aspire to
The impending dark of night...
Outcome
10-15-13
The end of the commandment is charity
And the top of the law is love
Where we can come to know truth in its verity
To seek what lies within and above
In a place quite blessed
Where the crow can abide with the dove
By the protection of ones fingers
In putting on a gardening glove
By our inventory and analysis
To go to the show that we'd need not miss...
cortisol
Cortisol
10-21-14
Cortisol levels are usually low
Where it is a strength to say
Hey, I do not know
All dressed up with no place to go
Oxytocin levels are high
Come the example of the simple equation
Of which we ask the why
I'm the man on the outside looking in
In that even when I lose indeed I win
By my zygomaticus major I smile
And it serves as my mortal sin
This is the first page
Of the rest of my profession
Waiting on that first step
Come this confession
O, why do I do this
The answer is simply just because....
It's Something
10-21-14
O, why do I do this
The answer remains
Because it is something
Given today the only agenda to but persist
Come the evening breeze that followeth the morning mist
I hope to do much more than just simply exist
O, turn my land into gold
And clench not a fist
Given another clean shave
As smooth as a baby's behind
Leaning upon my golden stave
As one to quiet the mind
Come the fires that never stir again
Come this blue scribbling
From my humble pen
Delivered from the lion's den
I ask no more why
And inquire instead, O when
O, why do I do this
Because it is something...
Oar
10-21-14
Angle STP is trisected
According to the courage of my nihilistic pursuits
Come the first month of my vernal equinox
Yet to rock on with clarinets and flutes
Assuming my savasana
As my closing pose
Glad yet to know that my Jesus, he knows
Angle STP is trisected
And the feeling, it grows
Come overanalysis
That kills in in touching my toes
Of my inspirational epic written here
Such is the way that it goes
Six more archives
I have my work cut out for me
By the oar that rows....
Released (Posthumous)
10-21-14
Most of these live archives
Are released after Jerry's passing
He's gone but he has just arrived
As the evil twin of inspiration is our jealousy
And another hath survived
Rolling down the track upon which he thrived
Come the sense that our actions are valued
By those that look upon us
Nothing left to do but smile
In that it is as it is
Come gratitude and its evil twin indebtedness
For foam, froth and fizz
Come inspiration, love
And its counterpart of awe
I partake in the steak raw
That has yet no flaw...
Ready
10-21-14
Ready to err
Prepared to abide alongside a cat that doth purr
Fixing to touch the warming of her fur
Changing subjects again
According to what was
And all that we were once were
With a feeling of coldness in my extremities
As I reach out to her
Ready to go astray
Ready to get on with the friction of the day
Ready for the actions I am yet to weigh
Ready to but bleat, low and neigh
In my churchyard by my river
It's going to be okay
Ready to traverse
In that gladness I rehearse
Ready...
My Interest
10-20-14
It's been interesting
Here at the library
Once absent for the cause of continuity
Twice present for the battle of truth
Thrice wayward for the reason of rhyme
Taking a day off for another prolific sitting in time
When you keep a wall around your heart
To protect it from pain
You also diminish your capacity for pleasure
And when you endeavor to keep out the falling rain
You'll miss out on plunder and treasure
Changing subjects midway
For the cause of leisure
It's been interesting...
10-21-14
Cortisol levels are usually low
Where it is a strength to say
Hey, I do not know
All dressed up with no place to go
Oxytocin levels are high
Come the example of the simple equation
Of which we ask the why
I'm the man on the outside looking in
In that even when I lose indeed I win
By my zygomaticus major I smile
And it serves as my mortal sin
This is the first page
Of the rest of my profession
Waiting on that first step
Come this confession
O, why do I do this
The answer is simply just because....
It's Something
10-21-14
O, why do I do this
The answer remains
Because it is something
Given today the only agenda to but persist
Come the evening breeze that followeth the morning mist
I hope to do much more than just simply exist
O, turn my land into gold
And clench not a fist
Given another clean shave
As smooth as a baby's behind
Leaning upon my golden stave
As one to quiet the mind
Come the fires that never stir again
Come this blue scribbling
From my humble pen
Delivered from the lion's den
I ask no more why
And inquire instead, O when
O, why do I do this
Because it is something...
Oar
10-21-14
Angle STP is trisected
According to the courage of my nihilistic pursuits
Come the first month of my vernal equinox
Yet to rock on with clarinets and flutes
Assuming my savasana
As my closing pose
Glad yet to know that my Jesus, he knows
Angle STP is trisected
And the feeling, it grows
Come overanalysis
That kills in in touching my toes
Of my inspirational epic written here
Such is the way that it goes
Six more archives
I have my work cut out for me
By the oar that rows....
Released (Posthumous)
10-21-14
Most of these live archives
Are released after Jerry's passing
He's gone but he has just arrived
As the evil twin of inspiration is our jealousy
And another hath survived
Rolling down the track upon which he thrived
Come the sense that our actions are valued
By those that look upon us
Nothing left to do but smile
In that it is as it is
Come gratitude and its evil twin indebtedness
For foam, froth and fizz
Come inspiration, love
And its counterpart of awe
I partake in the steak raw
That has yet no flaw...
Ready
10-21-14
Ready to err
Prepared to abide alongside a cat that doth purr
Fixing to touch the warming of her fur
Changing subjects again
According to what was
And all that we were once were
With a feeling of coldness in my extremities
As I reach out to her
Ready to go astray
Ready to get on with the friction of the day
Ready for the actions I am yet to weigh
Ready to but bleat, low and neigh
In my churchyard by my river
It's going to be okay
Ready to traverse
In that gladness I rehearse
Ready...
My Interest
10-20-14
It's been interesting
Here at the library
Once absent for the cause of continuity
Twice present for the battle of truth
Thrice wayward for the reason of rhyme
Taking a day off for another prolific sitting in time
When you keep a wall around your heart
To protect it from pain
You also diminish your capacity for pleasure
And when you endeavor to keep out the falling rain
You'll miss out on plunder and treasure
Changing subjects midway
For the cause of leisure
It's been interesting...
Sunday, March 8, 2015
whisper
A Whisper
1-11-11
I whisper halleluliah
To combat despondency
And hope to rise above
Changing the way I think
In chanting a mantra
That states that God is love
Starting with a drop of fresh water
In my tin bucket
Watching and waiting
While in the meantime I quench my thirst
From a cold bottle
And swallow my daily multivitamin
And whisper hallelujiah
As a form of oil to run into my skin
Making it baby soft
And fit for self affection
Whispering halleluliah
As a prerequisite to enlightenment
With giving of thanks
And spiritual sincere thanksgiving....
Still On The Wagon
1-11-11
Setting sail on a subtle sea
To obtain saline serenity
I think I have used this alliteration before
Quite a few times
In banal and trite rhymes
Pulling off legal crimes
Of making moonshine after prohibition
In the precarious position
In a symbolic sense
Setting out on my mission
Inebriated on sobriety
Still on the wagon
Combatting depression and anxiety
Able to watch a documentary
About it on television
And still maintain my integrity
In my propriety
And I have joy in saying
That I still believe...
Now Is The Time
1-11-11
Behold
Now is the accepted time
As from my toilet lid
So falls to the floor another dime
What can this mean for the sake of God
Called also the Omniscient
To inform the blind
That his grace and power is sufficient
As he hears our prayers
In our days of salvation
I am not worthy to write about this
But I do because it is what I'm meant to
Behold
Now is the time to live
As myself I am ordained
To love and to forgive...
God Loves Our Imperfections
1-11-11
Yesterday I suffered
From a condition of spiritual arthritis
Supposing it necessary
To send to them my personal Epaphroditus
Could it have been a penalty
For the way I murmured
While sitting in the stairway exasperated
That my nurse was running late
Disposed to forget and forgive
And to with love war against my hate
And I burn in my lust
Watching Scooby Doo
In getting a look at Daphnie
Somehow becoming aroused
In knowing this in the way God made me
In the philosophy that he loves our imperfections
As real as the truth we take our whole lives to learn about
As the good sign that we are whole in our doubt....
Another Kitten Dream
1-11-11
Last night in my meditation
I struggled due to a head cold
And when I held my breath
It was like my head was on fire
Because I forced the air through my nonstrils with haste
So I gave it a rest and went to sleep to dream of kittens
That I played with a little too rough
Light years away from the conscious idea
That Jesus is enough
Yet to travel far in such a vessel
Against which I still contend and wrestle
Yet to know the deeper symbolism in this
Of a depth that has no end
Where I become real
And cease to try to pretend.....
Fact And Fiction
1-11-11
Learning how to relax and work simetaneously
A thought I now jot down in its assymetrical meter
Plowing through the New Testament
Written by John, Paul and Peter
In their times of multiple hardships
Leaving us with no excuses
Watching a cartoon about a scientist and a freethinker
That I admire
Putting forth a universal negative
That it is impossible to prove
That something does not exist
The message is real
Even when the character might be fictional....
1-11-11
I whisper halleluliah
To combat despondency
And hope to rise above
Changing the way I think
In chanting a mantra
That states that God is love
Starting with a drop of fresh water
In my tin bucket
Watching and waiting
While in the meantime I quench my thirst
From a cold bottle
And swallow my daily multivitamin
And whisper hallelujiah
As a form of oil to run into my skin
Making it baby soft
And fit for self affection
Whispering halleluliah
As a prerequisite to enlightenment
With giving of thanks
And spiritual sincere thanksgiving....
Still On The Wagon
1-11-11
Setting sail on a subtle sea
To obtain saline serenity
I think I have used this alliteration before
Quite a few times
In banal and trite rhymes
Pulling off legal crimes
Of making moonshine after prohibition
In the precarious position
In a symbolic sense
Setting out on my mission
Inebriated on sobriety
Still on the wagon
Combatting depression and anxiety
Able to watch a documentary
About it on television
And still maintain my integrity
In my propriety
And I have joy in saying
That I still believe...
Now Is The Time
1-11-11
Behold
Now is the accepted time
As from my toilet lid
So falls to the floor another dime
What can this mean for the sake of God
Called also the Omniscient
To inform the blind
That his grace and power is sufficient
As he hears our prayers
In our days of salvation
I am not worthy to write about this
But I do because it is what I'm meant to
Behold
Now is the time to live
As myself I am ordained
To love and to forgive...
God Loves Our Imperfections
1-11-11
Yesterday I suffered
From a condition of spiritual arthritis
Supposing it necessary
To send to them my personal Epaphroditus
Could it have been a penalty
For the way I murmured
While sitting in the stairway exasperated
That my nurse was running late
Disposed to forget and forgive
And to with love war against my hate
And I burn in my lust
Watching Scooby Doo
In getting a look at Daphnie
Somehow becoming aroused
In knowing this in the way God made me
In the philosophy that he loves our imperfections
As real as the truth we take our whole lives to learn about
As the good sign that we are whole in our doubt....
Another Kitten Dream
1-11-11
Last night in my meditation
I struggled due to a head cold
And when I held my breath
It was like my head was on fire
Because I forced the air through my nonstrils with haste
So I gave it a rest and went to sleep to dream of kittens
That I played with a little too rough
Light years away from the conscious idea
That Jesus is enough
Yet to travel far in such a vessel
Against which I still contend and wrestle
Yet to know the deeper symbolism in this
Of a depth that has no end
Where I become real
And cease to try to pretend.....
Fact And Fiction
1-11-11
Learning how to relax and work simetaneously
A thought I now jot down in its assymetrical meter
Plowing through the New Testament
Written by John, Paul and Peter
In their times of multiple hardships
Leaving us with no excuses
Watching a cartoon about a scientist and a freethinker
That I admire
Putting forth a universal negative
That it is impossible to prove
That something does not exist
The message is real
Even when the character might be fictional....
Friday, March 6, 2015
superfluity
Superfluity
6-24-11
In my superfluity and excess
In can seem to me that more is less
Where I need not win their approval
In that I've got no one to impress
Where in my mind's eye
I take off her dress
This time around
Quite bold in what I openly recite
As in this love I reach a pristine height
Yet to play the archives that for so long have been denied
Glad that the sea is vast, deep and wide
Where the only catch of the deal is my pride
Wherein I just might get my heart broken
Yet it is all well worthwhile
In taking my chances...
Provider
6-24-11
Being a doer and not only a hearer
I practice my love in a gesture
Outside my east window
Unto a brother in need
I wish him well
With a prayer like a magic spell
Wherein I give and receive
As I buy and sell
Being as one of the providers
Of the common people that serves our economy
As a backbone
Where at the base of my spine
Is where it's at
On this night of healing
Wherein I am made whole
In the union of all that is
In the depths of my soul...
Rheme
6-24-11
In a comment
Said to be a witty rheme
I initiate the topic
That would go on for a half an hour
To pat myself on the back
In being the catalyst of a productive discussion
In the meeting of the very important minds
As a divine appointment
Of healing and sorting things out
That I call my work cut out for me today once again
So I can bring her home with me
In the ball point of my humble and noble pen...
Learn From Joy
6-24-11
We learn in what we are yet to suffer
Yet lately constrained
To learn as well from joy
In where I have been a very good and bad boy
A sinner and a saint
Of a disposition quiet and quaint
Given the words to speak of the Spirit
That fills me in a breeze that gives me life
As she kills me where I am glad to die
In her arms to live again
With my head laying all night betwixt her breasts
With four hours to spare
In hopes to work with this extra care...
Gendarme
6-24-11
Such emancipation
Will cost me a leg and an arm
Where I consider a well
The French police known as the gendarme
But what does this have to do with anything
But for the fact that I seek to be free
In what I am yet to come to learn and see
As I request my good success
To leave the nest
To go on my grocery shopping quest
Where emancipation will be yet manifested
If only I can simply allow it to be....
On Hebrews 5:14 (check this out)
6-24-11
Strong meat belongs
To those that have their senses excercised
To know for themselves between the evil and the good
Where I look to the sky half clouded
And I say a prayer for the neighborhood
Yet to step out to hug my tree
Feeling good to call myself a hippy
In that I think free
When in this lifetime I seek it all
Where strong meat belongs to consumers
That have what they want
With no need to go back
To that godforsaken shopping mall...
Storm Not Strange
6-24-11
Writing my eulogy for the big man
In a prayer during another meditation
Yet to transmute my grief
Into joy prepared for a new shift of consciousness
To reach higher levels of enlightenment
Yet to as well learn from the joy that follows
Where I can say that I've been there and done that
Leaving the outcome open
For all that is subject to change
Where the storm will hit yet today
To me it's not strange
Where I celebrate these dark clouds
That come in the form of new hope...
6-24-11
In my superfluity and excess
In can seem to me that more is less
Where I need not win their approval
In that I've got no one to impress
Where in my mind's eye
I take off her dress
This time around
Quite bold in what I openly recite
As in this love I reach a pristine height
Yet to play the archives that for so long have been denied
Glad that the sea is vast, deep and wide
Where the only catch of the deal is my pride
Wherein I just might get my heart broken
Yet it is all well worthwhile
In taking my chances...
Provider
6-24-11
Being a doer and not only a hearer
I practice my love in a gesture
Outside my east window
Unto a brother in need
I wish him well
With a prayer like a magic spell
Wherein I give and receive
As I buy and sell
Being as one of the providers
Of the common people that serves our economy
As a backbone
Where at the base of my spine
Is where it's at
On this night of healing
Wherein I am made whole
In the union of all that is
In the depths of my soul...
Rheme
6-24-11
In a comment
Said to be a witty rheme
I initiate the topic
That would go on for a half an hour
To pat myself on the back
In being the catalyst of a productive discussion
In the meeting of the very important minds
As a divine appointment
Of healing and sorting things out
That I call my work cut out for me today once again
So I can bring her home with me
In the ball point of my humble and noble pen...
Learn From Joy
6-24-11
We learn in what we are yet to suffer
Yet lately constrained
To learn as well from joy
In where I have been a very good and bad boy
A sinner and a saint
Of a disposition quiet and quaint
Given the words to speak of the Spirit
That fills me in a breeze that gives me life
As she kills me where I am glad to die
In her arms to live again
With my head laying all night betwixt her breasts
With four hours to spare
In hopes to work with this extra care...
Gendarme
6-24-11
Such emancipation
Will cost me a leg and an arm
Where I consider a well
The French police known as the gendarme
But what does this have to do with anything
But for the fact that I seek to be free
In what I am yet to come to learn and see
As I request my good success
To leave the nest
To go on my grocery shopping quest
Where emancipation will be yet manifested
If only I can simply allow it to be....
On Hebrews 5:14 (check this out)
6-24-11
Strong meat belongs
To those that have their senses excercised
To know for themselves between the evil and the good
Where I look to the sky half clouded
And I say a prayer for the neighborhood
Yet to step out to hug my tree
Feeling good to call myself a hippy
In that I think free
When in this lifetime I seek it all
Where strong meat belongs to consumers
That have what they want
With no need to go back
To that godforsaken shopping mall...
Storm Not Strange
6-24-11
Writing my eulogy for the big man
In a prayer during another meditation
Yet to transmute my grief
Into joy prepared for a new shift of consciousness
To reach higher levels of enlightenment
Yet to as well learn from the joy that follows
Where I can say that I've been there and done that
Leaving the outcome open
For all that is subject to change
Where the storm will hit yet today
To me it's not strange
Where I celebrate these dark clouds
That come in the form of new hope...
baptism
Baptism
3-12-10
When I was baptized
I was terrified about not knowing
How to put on the blue suit
In the days before I knew of grace
And before I knew the meaning of fruit
And still I wonder
Did I step into the right pool
But I didn't care if the whole thing was uncool
I would have done anything to be accepted
As I find that all sheep
Have a need to be sheered of their wool
As in such a spiritual bushwhack
I am still quite behind....
Born and Died In Seventy-three
3-12-10
In Tolkien novels
The prize was annular
And shaped like a ring
Just like the hungry
And those who would sell their souls
For a dark meat chicken wing
As we are inclined to dip these in blue cheese
Like trying to get to the honey through swarms of bees
As we produce our product in getting stung
As we have thousands of songs that are yet unsung
And Tolkien died the same year I was born
When in the night I partake
In a morsel made from corn...
Taper
3-12-10
Consider the taper and the slender candle
To know that God doesn't give us more than what we can handle
Consider the flame and the thin wisp of smoke
Consider the pipe from which we can take our toke
As we have creature comforts
In being creatures of habit
Led once more into a snare set for a rabbit
And still I chase after that which is not ours....
In The Scratching Post, I Boast
3-12-10
I don't mind the work
If indeed I'm equipped
When my computer chair is scratched
Of cats and chipped
And I must say that I am proud of this
As I learn how to say that indeed knowledge is bliss
Hoping and praying that I will do all there is to do
Upon even scales
The balances I am weighing
As my work is cut out for me in something new
But I don't do all of this for the pay
Where I still have balances and weights to yet weigh...
Parley
3-12-10
At the congregation was a discussion
A conference and a parley
As sermons were told by a preacher that had a Harley
And I have everything a man could ever desire
Yet I still walk through the ice and the fire
And the snake can be seen as a loving creature
As the serpent can become as the most wonderful feature
And I wear a silver cross with a chrome chain
Able to say that I've seen fire and I've seen rain
Yet the yoke of Christ is easy and light...
Not By Skill Lest Any Man Should Boast
3-12-10
Saying a prayer for my tomorrow
That indeed I'll come through
And that I will
As intermingled are my joy and sorrow
As such will come about by grace and not by skill
And I don't care about stinking to high heavens
When I remember the joy of stops at seven-elevens
Saying a prayer to make good use of my time
To accomplish more than just my rhythm and rhyme
And a four cord strand is not easily broken
Where brotherhood will serve as our true token
And this is all that it takes to make it....
3-12-10
When I was baptized
I was terrified about not knowing
How to put on the blue suit
In the days before I knew of grace
And before I knew the meaning of fruit
And still I wonder
Did I step into the right pool
But I didn't care if the whole thing was uncool
I would have done anything to be accepted
As I find that all sheep
Have a need to be sheered of their wool
As in such a spiritual bushwhack
I am still quite behind....
Born and Died In Seventy-three
3-12-10
In Tolkien novels
The prize was annular
And shaped like a ring
Just like the hungry
And those who would sell their souls
For a dark meat chicken wing
As we are inclined to dip these in blue cheese
Like trying to get to the honey through swarms of bees
As we produce our product in getting stung
As we have thousands of songs that are yet unsung
And Tolkien died the same year I was born
When in the night I partake
In a morsel made from corn...
Taper
3-12-10
Consider the taper and the slender candle
To know that God doesn't give us more than what we can handle
Consider the flame and the thin wisp of smoke
Consider the pipe from which we can take our toke
As we have creature comforts
In being creatures of habit
Led once more into a snare set for a rabbit
And still I chase after that which is not ours....
In The Scratching Post, I Boast
3-12-10
I don't mind the work
If indeed I'm equipped
When my computer chair is scratched
Of cats and chipped
And I must say that I am proud of this
As I learn how to say that indeed knowledge is bliss
Hoping and praying that I will do all there is to do
Upon even scales
The balances I am weighing
As my work is cut out for me in something new
But I don't do all of this for the pay
Where I still have balances and weights to yet weigh...
Parley
3-12-10
At the congregation was a discussion
A conference and a parley
As sermons were told by a preacher that had a Harley
And I have everything a man could ever desire
Yet I still walk through the ice and the fire
And the snake can be seen as a loving creature
As the serpent can become as the most wonderful feature
And I wear a silver cross with a chrome chain
Able to say that I've seen fire and I've seen rain
Yet the yoke of Christ is easy and light...
Not By Skill Lest Any Man Should Boast
3-12-10
Saying a prayer for my tomorrow
That indeed I'll come through
And that I will
As intermingled are my joy and sorrow
As such will come about by grace and not by skill
And I don't care about stinking to high heavens
When I remember the joy of stops at seven-elevens
Saying a prayer to make good use of my time
To accomplish more than just my rhythm and rhyme
And a four cord strand is not easily broken
Where brotherhood will serve as our true token
And this is all that it takes to make it....
uncertain
Uncertain
6-9-10
Dear Jesus
What will it take to make it
I must ask
And I would receive no answer
Yet the only word that rhymes
I can think of is cancer
A zodiac sign contrary to mine
As all that matters are these words
We cross our fingers but for what
As I go normal but still I am a nut
There might be a thousand things to worry about
Yet it is written we are to take no thought
And it is also written
That the Spirit is restored by doubt
Two different ball fields
All is folly and vanity
Dear Jesus, help me to maintain my sanity
Which is insanity all over again
But I still must try...
The Big Question Mark
6-9-10
Lions, tigers and bears, O my
Epinephrin levels are high
I live in denial as if nothing were wrong
Go on along or go alone
I have no way or manner of playing it safe
When the muscle of my soul is chafe
My goal used to be to get some
But now I'm just trying to survive
Tell me I need to get a life
Yet upon which denial I thrive
Appearing to be illiterate
On my job application
But this is not the real me
O, I must ask, "What is?"
Nuts In Store
6-9-10
Borderline paranoid
with no place to return
There, I said it
Yet in life I can still learn
I have a need to laugh or cry
When all of these drugs still make me high
It seems I remember everything
When I can't remember yesterday
Every poet is a thief
But I see no other better way
I'm still here
As I suppose that God has a reason
Which makes me think even more
In times when I am out of season
Still I wear headphones
To tune out every other sound
As my brain feels like a potato round...
Reasons To Smile
6-9-10
My conscience tells me to fail
Not a very good start
This is becoming as skinny as a rail
Is this a part of a building or a bird
In places where I can only say it's absurd
Engulfed and inundated
To the point where I don't care if I'm hated
But I still have thirteen reasons to smile
For I can sit back here and now for awhile
But God is bigger than this
O, where is my God
In my pocket or in my hand
It is still worth a try...
Blind Interview
6-9-10
Going to an interview without a plan
I suppose I will just improvise
Knocking on wood with fingers crossed
Where I am not judged by paleness of skin or a tan
Some voices say I will not last
Others tell me to let go of the past
Feeling like I'm being swallowed
By a boa constrictor
Or a ball python
You'll get through this
So the other voice replies
When it takes a hundred years to get wise
So I pray for consolation instead
As I cast upon the waters all of my bread...
Eyes Still Rove
6-9-10
Wanting to be as an ironside
Yet confused of the matters of taking pride
Eyes still rove
While under a grove
It's been years since I've used my gas stove
But, so what
They label me a nut
And The Eyes of the World
Was one of my favorite Grateful Dead tunes
Appealing to the senses
Like many new and full moons
Life can be a sentence
Or it can be a trial
Considering myself as the lesser
Just another ruse of a stressor
God knows my predicament
I put it all into his hands
When no one else really understands..
6-9-10
Dear Jesus
What will it take to make it
I must ask
And I would receive no answer
Yet the only word that rhymes
I can think of is cancer
A zodiac sign contrary to mine
As all that matters are these words
We cross our fingers but for what
As I go normal but still I am a nut
There might be a thousand things to worry about
Yet it is written we are to take no thought
And it is also written
That the Spirit is restored by doubt
Two different ball fields
All is folly and vanity
Dear Jesus, help me to maintain my sanity
Which is insanity all over again
But I still must try...
The Big Question Mark
6-9-10
Lions, tigers and bears, O my
Epinephrin levels are high
I live in denial as if nothing were wrong
Go on along or go alone
I have no way or manner of playing it safe
When the muscle of my soul is chafe
My goal used to be to get some
But now I'm just trying to survive
Tell me I need to get a life
Yet upon which denial I thrive
Appearing to be illiterate
On my job application
But this is not the real me
O, I must ask, "What is?"
Nuts In Store
6-9-10
Borderline paranoid
with no place to return
There, I said it
Yet in life I can still learn
I have a need to laugh or cry
When all of these drugs still make me high
It seems I remember everything
When I can't remember yesterday
Every poet is a thief
But I see no other better way
I'm still here
As I suppose that God has a reason
Which makes me think even more
In times when I am out of season
Still I wear headphones
To tune out every other sound
As my brain feels like a potato round...
Reasons To Smile
6-9-10
My conscience tells me to fail
Not a very good start
This is becoming as skinny as a rail
Is this a part of a building or a bird
In places where I can only say it's absurd
Engulfed and inundated
To the point where I don't care if I'm hated
But I still have thirteen reasons to smile
For I can sit back here and now for awhile
But God is bigger than this
O, where is my God
In my pocket or in my hand
It is still worth a try...
Blind Interview
6-9-10
Going to an interview without a plan
I suppose I will just improvise
Knocking on wood with fingers crossed
Where I am not judged by paleness of skin or a tan
Some voices say I will not last
Others tell me to let go of the past
Feeling like I'm being swallowed
By a boa constrictor
Or a ball python
You'll get through this
So the other voice replies
When it takes a hundred years to get wise
So I pray for consolation instead
As I cast upon the waters all of my bread...
Eyes Still Rove
6-9-10
Wanting to be as an ironside
Yet confused of the matters of taking pride
Eyes still rove
While under a grove
It's been years since I've used my gas stove
But, so what
They label me a nut
And The Eyes of the World
Was one of my favorite Grateful Dead tunes
Appealing to the senses
Like many new and full moons
Life can be a sentence
Or it can be a trial
Considering myself as the lesser
Just another ruse of a stressor
God knows my predicament
I put it all into his hands
When no one else really understands..
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