Event
7-7-12
At exactly eleven in the morning
A police vehicle passes through our vacant parking lot
To see if everything is alright in our ghost town
Where echoes of my past flow past me
Like the waters that cool my flesh
Allowing the Spirit to do its work in the heat wave we weather
With little suspicion when what we do is justifiable.....
Pleasure Condoned
7-7-12
Hedonism after dark
With humanism within
To serve as my scintillating spark
With the nature of this pleasure condoned
Where on nothing at all they still say I am stoned
Sometimes carrying the meaning of being so judged by my own conscience
That serves as my sign of salvation
Where all things work together for what is good....
Herb Experience
7-7-12
Experiencing the herbs like flowers irredescent
Going down in my stomach that tonight I talk to
The good Lord willing
With a minimal amount of planning out
What is yet to precede in this heatwave
With experimentation
Of the teas of all that is celestial
To see the contrast between Spirit and soul
Where poetry today is my God's paying of such a toll....
Communion
7-7-12
Communion is the sharing of thoughts and emotions
Serving as the backbone of today's wonderful devotions
In that I have not need of anything at all
Save the love upon which I stand fast
To allow all resentment
To dissolve like salt in the high tides of merciful oceans
Marking the conclusion of the patriarchal age
As an analogy to represent fatherhood
In which we take our communion...
Reflection
7-7-12
In antediluvian excess of the joy I knew
In night seasons I was inundated in the joy of learning
In the word and wine all night long
As I look back upon such innocence
Where my cat would lie peacefully beside my pillow at dawn
As today I am blessed with shelter from inclement conditions
For which I am thankful for...
Message
7-7-12
Advocating spoteneity
Rejecting what is conventional
In that I believe that there is no right or wrong way
In which to meditate and pray
Advocating peace and love that will win all battles
Of that which we sometimes fail to understand the message
That in the congregation is bigger than the man whom speaks at the podium
To fill them in....
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Saturday, March 14, 2015
study
Study
5-8-13
Jesus departs into the coasts of Sidon and Tyre
Where many there are baptized with the Holy Ghost and with fire
And if willing to accept such conflagrations
That spread with compassion of taking thought and care
Of bramble bushes growing their roses
As Jesus is the only one to keep the law of Moses
According to what I can remember
From such a study in night seasons of my wine...
Magdala
5-8-13
Coming to my coasts of my Magdala
By means of melancholy meekness no longer lofty
As I humble myself to this beauty of God's glory in gratitude
Boarding a deep sea fishing vessel of the valor to yet vindicate
Such virtue and vice
Lighting up another cigarette for comfort in all dryness
Over which I salivate the more
In knowing that to the pure all things are pure...
Clean Shave
5-8-13
Transfiguration is my fifteen letter word for today
Where I get a clean shave just to say that I did something about it
In the company of God's manifestation of unmerited favor namely, Grace
My calico cat that has been my miracle for the previous fifteen years
Of my dwelling in my abode
Laden in spiral notebooks of beautiful knowledge
That to this day I still seek
Serving as the keys to the kingdom
Of which by position I am an heir...
Oft
5-8-13
Diving oft into the water for such a cleansing
Hoping for such words to be more than just a tinkling cymbal
Of its sound sonorous and serene
Delving oft into this fire that refines
In my constant and fervent prayer
Devising oft these ruses of antiquity
Still in the process of learning the language of the still sounds
Like tinkling brass with clashing of cymbals
To set the tempo of the beat
Diving oft into this water that still washes me clean.....
Tribute
5-8-13
Tribute is in the belly of the first fish
To be brought up from my personal river Jordan
Where I can see that filled again is my cup
Seeing that God has a reason why I am here
Writing these words upon pages
To be consulted on a later day of latter times
Where malarkey doth make good and meaningful rhymes
Given this tribute
Like money we do find on the banks of such rivers
That yet flow to give it to the cause
In the stroking of Grace and her paws...
Finding
5-8-13
I find that what I am doing today
Is what I have always wanted in life
With pen in hand
Where I review such Scripture
That even better now I come to understand
With faith that with flying colors
I will pass the inspection of this abode
Of which I love
Just the way that it is
Finding today
To be all that I could ever dream of....
5-8-13
Jesus departs into the coasts of Sidon and Tyre
Where many there are baptized with the Holy Ghost and with fire
And if willing to accept such conflagrations
That spread with compassion of taking thought and care
Of bramble bushes growing their roses
As Jesus is the only one to keep the law of Moses
According to what I can remember
From such a study in night seasons of my wine...
Magdala
5-8-13
Coming to my coasts of my Magdala
By means of melancholy meekness no longer lofty
As I humble myself to this beauty of God's glory in gratitude
Boarding a deep sea fishing vessel of the valor to yet vindicate
Such virtue and vice
Lighting up another cigarette for comfort in all dryness
Over which I salivate the more
In knowing that to the pure all things are pure...
Clean Shave
5-8-13
Transfiguration is my fifteen letter word for today
Where I get a clean shave just to say that I did something about it
In the company of God's manifestation of unmerited favor namely, Grace
My calico cat that has been my miracle for the previous fifteen years
Of my dwelling in my abode
Laden in spiral notebooks of beautiful knowledge
That to this day I still seek
Serving as the keys to the kingdom
Of which by position I am an heir...
Oft
5-8-13
Diving oft into the water for such a cleansing
Hoping for such words to be more than just a tinkling cymbal
Of its sound sonorous and serene
Delving oft into this fire that refines
In my constant and fervent prayer
Devising oft these ruses of antiquity
Still in the process of learning the language of the still sounds
Like tinkling brass with clashing of cymbals
To set the tempo of the beat
Diving oft into this water that still washes me clean.....
Tribute
5-8-13
Tribute is in the belly of the first fish
To be brought up from my personal river Jordan
Where I can see that filled again is my cup
Seeing that God has a reason why I am here
Writing these words upon pages
To be consulted on a later day of latter times
Where malarkey doth make good and meaningful rhymes
Given this tribute
Like money we do find on the banks of such rivers
That yet flow to give it to the cause
In the stroking of Grace and her paws...
Finding
5-8-13
I find that what I am doing today
Is what I have always wanted in life
With pen in hand
Where I review such Scripture
That even better now I come to understand
With faith that with flying colors
I will pass the inspection of this abode
Of which I love
Just the way that it is
Finding today
To be all that I could ever dream of....
taste
Taste
5-29-13
I have tasted the highest form of consciousness
Defined as the Being that goes beyond the illusion of the duality
In that I wonder, O, can I know this again
Wherein today I take up again my ball point pen
Knowing to be delivered from the lion's den
Given the Spirit of the Comforter
That comes with a punch of Zen
Where I have tasted
That which cannot be put into words
Today I write...
Entelechy
5-24-13
By the beginning of another forty years
Magnolias bloom on my street corners
Where my Egypt soon is to extend
Into my promised land
Known only but what lies within
Where Being is the highest form of consciousness
Of what I would once know
Where our sorrow doth turn into bliss
Synonymous to the entelechy
In a new beginning of the next forty years
That by faith I embark upon
Even when I cannot see my way there....
Our Most Natural
5-24-13
Our land of Egypt is laid desolate
In that our sin is the most natural of these manifestations
These illusions, these shadows
Illustrations and types
That we can with eyes see plainly
As such words that flow from fountain pens
By my faith in favor where we are quite fortunate
In our land of Egypt
Being laid desolate
In hopes that such we need not build again....
A Kingdom Base
5-24-13
They shall be in that holy place as a kingdom base
Reconciled by God's love and grace
Where the city is laid desolate and laid waste
Where we hope to cease to make haste
In such prostration into a state more chaste
Bringing again the captives
In that such are redeemed
Where our glory will be beyond anything we could have dreamed....
Toper
5-24-13
I was as the toper of transcendence that travelled to and fro
From one pub to the other
As the toper true to myself with my every draft
Gazing out into the depth of seas
To view my fore and aft
Being the toper in trails quite trivial
Up next to what I would come to know or even see
Still the toper when it comes to the matters of what the Spirit has in store...
Home Base
5-24-13
The basest of all kingdoms doth not exalt himself again
Above that which can be but perceived by fleshly senses
In where we yet covet our optimum view of the southeast corner
Of our firmament
In that the basest of all forms of light
Yet are to flood through my orifices
That I still try to dig with pick and spade
Coming to realize that all debt is in full paid...
Baldric
5-24-13
Of my baldrics and bolts
I receive a newfangled aftertaste of bacon and cheese melts
Thankful to have shelter in the driving winds quite unseasonal
For such being so late in May
Of my baldrics and suspenders
We can say O, weal and woe worth the day
In that my pants are held up with all that here I have to say...
5-29-13
I have tasted the highest form of consciousness
Defined as the Being that goes beyond the illusion of the duality
In that I wonder, O, can I know this again
Wherein today I take up again my ball point pen
Knowing to be delivered from the lion's den
Given the Spirit of the Comforter
That comes with a punch of Zen
Where I have tasted
That which cannot be put into words
Today I write...
Entelechy
5-24-13
By the beginning of another forty years
Magnolias bloom on my street corners
Where my Egypt soon is to extend
Into my promised land
Known only but what lies within
Where Being is the highest form of consciousness
Of what I would once know
Where our sorrow doth turn into bliss
Synonymous to the entelechy
In a new beginning of the next forty years
That by faith I embark upon
Even when I cannot see my way there....
Our Most Natural
5-24-13
Our land of Egypt is laid desolate
In that our sin is the most natural of these manifestations
These illusions, these shadows
Illustrations and types
That we can with eyes see plainly
As such words that flow from fountain pens
By my faith in favor where we are quite fortunate
In our land of Egypt
Being laid desolate
In hopes that such we need not build again....
A Kingdom Base
5-24-13
They shall be in that holy place as a kingdom base
Reconciled by God's love and grace
Where the city is laid desolate and laid waste
Where we hope to cease to make haste
In such prostration into a state more chaste
Bringing again the captives
In that such are redeemed
Where our glory will be beyond anything we could have dreamed....
Toper
5-24-13
I was as the toper of transcendence that travelled to and fro
From one pub to the other
As the toper true to myself with my every draft
Gazing out into the depth of seas
To view my fore and aft
Being the toper in trails quite trivial
Up next to what I would come to know or even see
Still the toper when it comes to the matters of what the Spirit has in store...
Home Base
5-24-13
The basest of all kingdoms doth not exalt himself again
Above that which can be but perceived by fleshly senses
In where we yet covet our optimum view of the southeast corner
Of our firmament
In that the basest of all forms of light
Yet are to flood through my orifices
That I still try to dig with pick and spade
Coming to realize that all debt is in full paid...
Baldric
5-24-13
Of my baldrics and bolts
I receive a newfangled aftertaste of bacon and cheese melts
Thankful to have shelter in the driving winds quite unseasonal
For such being so late in May
Of my baldrics and suspenders
We can say O, weal and woe worth the day
In that my pants are held up with all that here I have to say...
checkmate
Checkmate
9-2-14
Of computerized critics
Of superior cynics
I go back to the clinics
To check myself at the door
And so it's no fear renegade steer clear
To the point where I can no longer hear
Where water is scarce and I face my fear
As in their own image the world is fashion
And I will do just this to be as my passion
As coffee runs in rivers
But only God delivers
Hey, it's power to you now
I don't remember much
But I am just what I am....
Finding
9-2-14
O, God's stars to wish upon
Are intricate and colossal
Come the finding of another childhood dinosaur fossil
I scare myself half to death
But to be brought back to life
It will never be good enough for them
In taking up my box cutting knife
According to the outcome
It all works out to the beat of a different drum
Given the benefit of the doubt
O, maybe exile is a time for spiritual growth
As the state of integrity I bear my Ishmael and no Isaac
According to the promise of the burden
It will surely serve us well....
Workout
9-2-14
I work out my excuses
As if today were to be my last
To bury the world as it was
Going on another cheap and expensive fast
That the triumphing of the wicked is there
And I am left alone here to but admonish and exhort
O, he swallowed down riches
By a light of a Camel with its Newport
O, better luck next time, Lord willing
Come the chime of ten and extra filling
I work out my excuses
In my flesh known as personal appearance
O, the earth
O, begin the day with a friendly voice
I will work it out...
H.P.
9-2-14
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
With honest machinery making modern music
O, every high priest is taken from among men
By the fluent flow of my fountain pen
Compassed and beset
I tend to be one to forgive and forget
No man takes this honor unto himself
As one to but fret difficult chords
For many gods and many lords
I am expected to be more passionate the next time around
O, I think too much
By my hopes of female flowers
And to but pass in poetry these hours
All is vanity
For brewing and for medicine...
Bear With Me A Little Folly
4-2-14
O, bear with me that I may speak
I'm doing fantastic to but take another leak
All through your day, a prisoner in chains
Skies appear yet dreary and bleak
O, can a man be profitable
In that he will still but seek
The book of Job is always a good idea
And blessed are the meek
O, so you are fighting evil but walking the same
As so I will say with my conscience
O, blessed be the name
O, bear with me a little folly
And perfect and incomplete...
One Poem Written On The Second Floor
9-3-14
In twilight premature I am in labor
Following my holiday
A reason to celebrate
O, can a man be profitable to himself
And life was hard in the backseat
Riding down Eastern Boulevard
And all was discreet on Pine Street
I pray for them that they find their shelter
And something to eat
And Job will say in reply
I will not curse God and die
Like did my Ipod
And I will not tell a lie
Everything is dark
So why not accept it
As so I will give it another try....
9-2-14
Of computerized critics
Of superior cynics
I go back to the clinics
To check myself at the door
And so it's no fear renegade steer clear
To the point where I can no longer hear
Where water is scarce and I face my fear
As in their own image the world is fashion
And I will do just this to be as my passion
As coffee runs in rivers
But only God delivers
Hey, it's power to you now
I don't remember much
But I am just what I am....
Finding
9-2-14
O, God's stars to wish upon
Are intricate and colossal
Come the finding of another childhood dinosaur fossil
I scare myself half to death
But to be brought back to life
It will never be good enough for them
In taking up my box cutting knife
According to the outcome
It all works out to the beat of a different drum
Given the benefit of the doubt
O, maybe exile is a time for spiritual growth
As the state of integrity I bear my Ishmael and no Isaac
According to the promise of the burden
It will surely serve us well....
Workout
9-2-14
I work out my excuses
As if today were to be my last
To bury the world as it was
Going on another cheap and expensive fast
That the triumphing of the wicked is there
And I am left alone here to but admonish and exhort
O, he swallowed down riches
By a light of a Camel with its Newport
O, better luck next time, Lord willing
Come the chime of ten and extra filling
I work out my excuses
In my flesh known as personal appearance
O, the earth
O, begin the day with a friendly voice
I will work it out...
H.P.
9-2-14
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
With honest machinery making modern music
O, every high priest is taken from among men
By the fluent flow of my fountain pen
Compassed and beset
I tend to be one to forgive and forget
No man takes this honor unto himself
As one to but fret difficult chords
For many gods and many lords
I am expected to be more passionate the next time around
O, I think too much
By my hopes of female flowers
And to but pass in poetry these hours
All is vanity
For brewing and for medicine...
Bear With Me A Little Folly
4-2-14
O, bear with me that I may speak
I'm doing fantastic to but take another leak
All through your day, a prisoner in chains
Skies appear yet dreary and bleak
O, can a man be profitable
In that he will still but seek
The book of Job is always a good idea
And blessed are the meek
O, so you are fighting evil but walking the same
As so I will say with my conscience
O, blessed be the name
O, bear with me a little folly
And perfect and incomplete...
One Poem Written On The Second Floor
9-3-14
In twilight premature I am in labor
Following my holiday
A reason to celebrate
O, can a man be profitable to himself
And life was hard in the backseat
Riding down Eastern Boulevard
And all was discreet on Pine Street
I pray for them that they find their shelter
And something to eat
And Job will say in reply
I will not curse God and die
Like did my Ipod
And I will not tell a lie
Everything is dark
So why not accept it
As so I will give it another try....
Friday, March 13, 2015
valentine
Valentine Found
2-14-15
I didn't dump my Sony
I just let her sleep
Soon to call up my lady friend to wish her a happy Valentines Day
She might be at work
In heaven we will understand each other perfectly
I may have got a card or two in the mail from those whom care
I call her up and tell her she's my valentine
O, stand still and see this salvation which he will accomplish for you today
I didn't dump my Sony.....
Our Traditional Route
2-14-15
Many branches pour on into the Mediterranean
According to the map where Canaan is yet to be reached
By those that believe and claim these promises
Into Rameses, into Migdol
I am not ashamed of this
I will pull through
I will pray for you
I will see today something new
Even when I leave not my front door
With my Dell on shuffle
Out Of Time comes on at random
I turned up the radio so I could hear it
An archive from my Stoner days
They loved me and I am glad to look back on this
Listen...
Lift Up Your Rod
2-14-15
God will fight for you
Jesus has been everywhere
You are yet to go
But I choose to stay right here and now
Smoking cigarettes like the devil because I have them
Needing to use my sugar sparingly
On Monday I replenish my supply
And it's enough to make me break down with tears of joy and cry
My main man is on tonight
And one day I will meet him again on High
God will fight for you
Go there and see...
Full Shift
2-14-15
Reading the bible pisses Satan off
But so be it
He is on the bottom of my left boot
And these poems about it will be my fruit
I don't need to join them
Going through on dry ground
To enter the promised land
Giving my Aiwa a rest
I put in my full shift today
Upon my passion
Where blue and black ink is my fashion
Switching over to my black beauty
Still drinking coffee like it was my poetic duty
I like her sweet and hot and black
It's just the way I am...
The Light Turneth Green
2-14-15
Nehemiah perks up the devil's ears
Concerning spiritual warfare that needs not be our fears
All full of glory
In a dream I have a few more beers
Still on the wagon in real life and Jesus hears
Right here and now is the in between
And if you knew me you'd know just what I mean
Not near enough the light turneth green
Living inside, I don't need to make the scene
The other ten spies didn't see it
But I accept today my choice to stay put
And do just what I do....
Just Scratching The Surface
2-14-15
Most of us prefer to look back
As I take up today pens blue and black
I look forward to tomorrow
If the winds aren't too strong to go
We are as grasshoppers
They are too tall
So we make our lame excuses
Come nightfall when we trade the mission of the method
We can make ourselves as our golden calf
Still in search for my better half
God already has it all lined up
And I must believe this....
2-14-15
I didn't dump my Sony
I just let her sleep
Soon to call up my lady friend to wish her a happy Valentines Day
She might be at work
In heaven we will understand each other perfectly
I may have got a card or two in the mail from those whom care
I call her up and tell her she's my valentine
O, stand still and see this salvation which he will accomplish for you today
I didn't dump my Sony.....
Our Traditional Route
2-14-15
Many branches pour on into the Mediterranean
According to the map where Canaan is yet to be reached
By those that believe and claim these promises
Into Rameses, into Migdol
I am not ashamed of this
I will pull through
I will pray for you
I will see today something new
Even when I leave not my front door
With my Dell on shuffle
Out Of Time comes on at random
I turned up the radio so I could hear it
An archive from my Stoner days
They loved me and I am glad to look back on this
Listen...
Lift Up Your Rod
2-14-15
God will fight for you
Jesus has been everywhere
You are yet to go
But I choose to stay right here and now
Smoking cigarettes like the devil because I have them
Needing to use my sugar sparingly
On Monday I replenish my supply
And it's enough to make me break down with tears of joy and cry
My main man is on tonight
And one day I will meet him again on High
God will fight for you
Go there and see...
Full Shift
2-14-15
Reading the bible pisses Satan off
But so be it
He is on the bottom of my left boot
And these poems about it will be my fruit
I don't need to join them
Going through on dry ground
To enter the promised land
Giving my Aiwa a rest
I put in my full shift today
Upon my passion
Where blue and black ink is my fashion
Switching over to my black beauty
Still drinking coffee like it was my poetic duty
I like her sweet and hot and black
It's just the way I am...
The Light Turneth Green
2-14-15
Nehemiah perks up the devil's ears
Concerning spiritual warfare that needs not be our fears
All full of glory
In a dream I have a few more beers
Still on the wagon in real life and Jesus hears
Right here and now is the in between
And if you knew me you'd know just what I mean
Not near enough the light turneth green
Living inside, I don't need to make the scene
The other ten spies didn't see it
But I accept today my choice to stay put
And do just what I do....
Just Scratching The Surface
2-14-15
Most of us prefer to look back
As I take up today pens blue and black
I look forward to tomorrow
If the winds aren't too strong to go
We are as grasshoppers
They are too tall
So we make our lame excuses
Come nightfall when we trade the mission of the method
We can make ourselves as our golden calf
Still in search for my better half
God already has it all lined up
And I must believe this....
cluster
Cluster
2-6-15
Two hours before the sun
I do all for God's glory
Even the percolation of another pot of Joe
He is still in my heart
These are better days and I'm off to another good start
As I am one to proclaim O, thou art
As they will sit, every man under his own vine
And under his own fig tree
To gather their clusters for their fermentation
And I pray that I will stay up
Now that I'm out of bed
As music pours into my meek head
Two hours before the sun
Yeah, you are still the One....
Rex
2-6-15
I was comparing myself to Moses daubed with pitch
In the river Nile
And I was chastised with a call from a brother
That sometimes doth but vex
So I put it all off this today
And writing is my sex
Come the chime of six
I pray for those that are in their wrecks
With Springsteen on my Sony
Where I take in the sacred text
And now that I'm up and up for the day
With my tyranasaurus rex
She is my favorite dinosaur
Whom can't compete with murder...
B.S.G.H.
2-6-15
I dig hits collections
In that they are unpredictable
Sometimes it's sad when you know the next song
Before it even begins
As the blood of Jesus washes away all of my sins
Still tied to these vices in their more than generous prices
At my altar I make my sacrifices
And soon the sun comes up on my weariness
And I get my second and third wind
Remembering my junior collage experience where I hath sinned...
Daub Me
2-6-15
I begin again today my passion
And of Spirit I get my lavish ration
Where Scripture with its rock and roll is its fashion
I begin again
I take up tablet and pen
But not according to when
While all is Now I take a deep toke and count to ten
The boss looked like he was high due to exhaustion
This was his passion like mine today and I'm at it again
Hallelujiah, amen and Amen
O, daub me with asphalt and pitch.....
In Midian
2-6-15
Today I plow through Exodus
To learn about my man, Moses
By thorns, by roots in fertile soil
Are our royal one hour till sunup striking curious poses
The badlands start treating us good
Where love is the top of the entire law according to the brotherhood
It doesn't matter if you're black or blue
O, darling pen, I think you should
Who are you to be a judge over us
I am what I am today
I plow on through to see how far I can go
In this wilderness of promise....
North
2-6-15
Wind chills in the single digits
A prisoner of love and a freeman from the elements
I have much good to look back upon of magic moments
In my kitten love nostalgia
Adam raises Abel once again and this is my treasure
I take Zipporah to be my own
Drawing some tap water but not to stand alone
To inherit these sins all covered by the love I shine forth
As come Tuesday again I go north...
In Midian (Part 2)
2-6-15
The moon is beautiful in the west sky
If I have the time to stand and look and stop to think
I have much to look back to
Of that which the girl in pink at the roller rink
As today my goal is to blog and post as one to float
When I try to sink
There is something in the twilight where I stand upon the brink
Tending the flock of Jethro
I meet her there when I return
Stated in the present tense to make this dream real....
In Midian (Part 3)
2-6-15
Blessed not to live in Albany
The sun comes up and I am what I Am in East York
Today it's just me and Jesus and His amazing Grace
Come now therefore and Pharaoh will harden his heart
And no, I will not let your people go
Will be as a work of art
So that this power might be made known
Today I am not alone
Call him that we might eat bread...
2-6-15
Two hours before the sun
I do all for God's glory
Even the percolation of another pot of Joe
He is still in my heart
These are better days and I'm off to another good start
As I am one to proclaim O, thou art
As they will sit, every man under his own vine
And under his own fig tree
To gather their clusters for their fermentation
And I pray that I will stay up
Now that I'm out of bed
As music pours into my meek head
Two hours before the sun
Yeah, you are still the One....
Rex
2-6-15
I was comparing myself to Moses daubed with pitch
In the river Nile
And I was chastised with a call from a brother
That sometimes doth but vex
So I put it all off this today
And writing is my sex
Come the chime of six
I pray for those that are in their wrecks
With Springsteen on my Sony
Where I take in the sacred text
And now that I'm up and up for the day
With my tyranasaurus rex
She is my favorite dinosaur
Whom can't compete with murder...
B.S.G.H.
2-6-15
I dig hits collections
In that they are unpredictable
Sometimes it's sad when you know the next song
Before it even begins
As the blood of Jesus washes away all of my sins
Still tied to these vices in their more than generous prices
At my altar I make my sacrifices
And soon the sun comes up on my weariness
And I get my second and third wind
Remembering my junior collage experience where I hath sinned...
Daub Me
2-6-15
I begin again today my passion
And of Spirit I get my lavish ration
Where Scripture with its rock and roll is its fashion
I begin again
I take up tablet and pen
But not according to when
While all is Now I take a deep toke and count to ten
The boss looked like he was high due to exhaustion
This was his passion like mine today and I'm at it again
Hallelujiah, amen and Amen
O, daub me with asphalt and pitch.....
In Midian
2-6-15
Today I plow through Exodus
To learn about my man, Moses
By thorns, by roots in fertile soil
Are our royal one hour till sunup striking curious poses
The badlands start treating us good
Where love is the top of the entire law according to the brotherhood
It doesn't matter if you're black or blue
O, darling pen, I think you should
Who are you to be a judge over us
I am what I am today
I plow on through to see how far I can go
In this wilderness of promise....
North
2-6-15
Wind chills in the single digits
A prisoner of love and a freeman from the elements
I have much good to look back upon of magic moments
In my kitten love nostalgia
Adam raises Abel once again and this is my treasure
I take Zipporah to be my own
Drawing some tap water but not to stand alone
To inherit these sins all covered by the love I shine forth
As come Tuesday again I go north...
In Midian (Part 2)
2-6-15
The moon is beautiful in the west sky
If I have the time to stand and look and stop to think
I have much to look back to
Of that which the girl in pink at the roller rink
As today my goal is to blog and post as one to float
When I try to sink
There is something in the twilight where I stand upon the brink
Tending the flock of Jethro
I meet her there when I return
Stated in the present tense to make this dream real....
In Midian (Part 3)
2-6-15
Blessed not to live in Albany
The sun comes up and I am what I Am in East York
Today it's just me and Jesus and His amazing Grace
Come now therefore and Pharaoh will harden his heart
And no, I will not let your people go
Will be as a work of art
So that this power might be made known
Today I am not alone
Call him that we might eat bread...
Thursday, March 12, 2015
sump
Sump
10-9-11
In my countermarch
Leading me back to where I came from
I set my sights on sweet horizons
Determined to on this night get some
Yet to make sense of even the cesspool and the sump
As a little leaven doth yet leaven the whole lump
Affected by the remaining tree stump
Where compost is discarded
In the city dump
In the countermarch
Back to the place where I begin again
In new hopes for all prosperity...
New Taste Of Honey
10-9-11
In my convivial convictions
I put to work as tools all stumblingblocks and addictions
When becoming the drunk was the best thing that ever happened to me
Given freely a new taste of honey in my coffee with no such haste
In my convivial convictions
I learn the language of sincerity in love
Where I look to what lies beyond and above
Where the hawk at last makes peace with the dove.....
Ask
10-9-11
O, ask God of things to come
Of charades in parades
Where the minstrel will carry his drum
To serenade all serenity of the subtlety of the soul
Yet to become one with this music bestowed upon poets
As a true token of being worthy of life and death
Yet to be given the master over all that is contrary
Where the situation serves as the challenge to try our hearts....
On Isaiah 45:14 (look this up)
10-9-11
Men of stature are yet to come this way unto us
When we make it through the day and board the bus
To go gambling and to go roving and rambling
Of all the labor of Egyptians and Sabeans
Making our way through the desert of the Arabians
Seeing water close by up ahead
That is more than the mirage we perceive
By way of physical manifestations
Where gratitude for a cold drink
Becomes our realization to build the bridge
That leads to all contentment and joy
In the love yet to follow...
Light Of The World
10-9-11
I am on my way to being to the world a light
Where I must claim to be worthy and know that I have the right
And to be as Jesus
O, what a thing yet to behold
To love as one and the same the summer heat and the winter cold
To see all worlds are as one
And that there is no separate entity under the sun
Where every being is a focal point of the love yet accessible
Everywhere we are yet to go...
Going To Work
10-9-11
Shiftless and listless
We are no longer given the power to do and to be
Given new focus to look and to see
Being true today to all that is me
Breaking loose from all shackles to be set free
No longer tossed to and fro
With the waves of the raging sea
Yet to transcend all such quagmire
To make our way to a more sturdy foundation
In faith and trust in that which is real
Where we are yet grounded in the truth
Here, now and today...
10-9-11
In my countermarch
Leading me back to where I came from
I set my sights on sweet horizons
Determined to on this night get some
Yet to make sense of even the cesspool and the sump
As a little leaven doth yet leaven the whole lump
Affected by the remaining tree stump
Where compost is discarded
In the city dump
In the countermarch
Back to the place where I begin again
In new hopes for all prosperity...
New Taste Of Honey
10-9-11
In my convivial convictions
I put to work as tools all stumblingblocks and addictions
When becoming the drunk was the best thing that ever happened to me
Given freely a new taste of honey in my coffee with no such haste
In my convivial convictions
I learn the language of sincerity in love
Where I look to what lies beyond and above
Where the hawk at last makes peace with the dove.....
Ask
10-9-11
O, ask God of things to come
Of charades in parades
Where the minstrel will carry his drum
To serenade all serenity of the subtlety of the soul
Yet to become one with this music bestowed upon poets
As a true token of being worthy of life and death
Yet to be given the master over all that is contrary
Where the situation serves as the challenge to try our hearts....
On Isaiah 45:14 (look this up)
10-9-11
Men of stature are yet to come this way unto us
When we make it through the day and board the bus
To go gambling and to go roving and rambling
Of all the labor of Egyptians and Sabeans
Making our way through the desert of the Arabians
Seeing water close by up ahead
That is more than the mirage we perceive
By way of physical manifestations
Where gratitude for a cold drink
Becomes our realization to build the bridge
That leads to all contentment and joy
In the love yet to follow...
Light Of The World
10-9-11
I am on my way to being to the world a light
Where I must claim to be worthy and know that I have the right
And to be as Jesus
O, what a thing yet to behold
To love as one and the same the summer heat and the winter cold
To see all worlds are as one
And that there is no separate entity under the sun
Where every being is a focal point of the love yet accessible
Everywhere we are yet to go...
Going To Work
10-9-11
Shiftless and listless
We are no longer given the power to do and to be
Given new focus to look and to see
Being true today to all that is me
Breaking loose from all shackles to be set free
No longer tossed to and fro
With the waves of the raging sea
Yet to transcend all such quagmire
To make our way to a more sturdy foundation
In faith and trust in that which is real
Where we are yet grounded in the truth
Here, now and today...
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