Another Battle Within
1-1-11
At ease once again
A larger page makes the pen seem smaller
Seem to have lost the will to communicate
It's not a matter of love and hate
Seeming to have lost a sense of identity
At ease once again
It's a battle between asses and cattle
Choosing what I want to hear
Knowing only a sense of fear
Feeling smaller here and now than ever
Yet still I cling to this endeavor
With only a will to simply let it all go....
Panic Attack #1 Blues (Part Of The Plan)
1-1-11
First day of the new year
We tasted a false sense of spring
The taste of coffee and cigarette smoke
Creates a smell of burnt toast
All part of the plan
First panic attack
I ask really what is it
A dangerous place to be alone
So it seems, so many what-if's
It's all part of the plan
God and the devil inside of me
At war once again
It's all part of the plan Desire sets in but for what
First day of the year
Seems to be a little bit more to fear
It's all part of the plan
Learning how to take it all one day at a time....
this has been an interesting endeavor but I must return to 2016 and 2017.
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
2011
going back a few years in this:
Entering Twenty-eleven
1-1-11
Learning to accept my imperfections
Is one of my twenty-eleven new years resolutions
In this particular book my odes are more lengthy
Due to more lines on the page
Where I allow my songbird to stand on the top of his cage
Seeking out peace of mind
Yet seeing the necessity of a war within
That makes it real
Needing both the warrior and the parasite
In the way we feel
As sometimes we give it all away
To make up for when we curse and steal
Learning to accept my coffee
Even when she is lukewarm
Giving it a feminine pronoun
As a shelter in an approaching snowstorm
Learning to live one day at a time in this.....
Acceptance Speech
1-1-11
One of my new years resolutions
Is to admit that sometimes I indeed stink
And I do so even more when I stop and think
As Satan says things like
"You're wasting away to nothing"
And that you'll never measure up
So I learn to live with it
And open my east window
To listen to them argue
And let them battle it out
Terrified to return to the work world
More than ever
Trusting in the good Lord and handing it all over
I have all afternoon and evening to gripe
And admit that I am the stinking type
But so flaming what....
New Year's First Voices
1-1-11
Voices in my mind say
You're going to end up in the flipping mental ward
Getting in touch with my psyche quite psycho
The other voice says that indeed I am free
Sometimes I'm afraid that I'll lose it all
I've been out of work for almost half a year
And all I seem to know in this moment is fear
How am I going to deal with it
I don't even know what it's going to be
Therefore it is nothing
Mixing up the words plaque and plague
Another way for the enemy to be pulling my leg
Already given the victory
Even when it doesn't seem like it right now
Entering Twenty-eleven
1-1-11
Learning to accept my imperfections
Is one of my twenty-eleven new years resolutions
In this particular book my odes are more lengthy
Due to more lines on the page
Where I allow my songbird to stand on the top of his cage
Seeking out peace of mind
Yet seeing the necessity of a war within
That makes it real
Needing both the warrior and the parasite
In the way we feel
As sometimes we give it all away
To make up for when we curse and steal
Learning to accept my coffee
Even when she is lukewarm
Giving it a feminine pronoun
As a shelter in an approaching snowstorm
Learning to live one day at a time in this.....
Acceptance Speech
1-1-11
One of my new years resolutions
Is to admit that sometimes I indeed stink
And I do so even more when I stop and think
As Satan says things like
"You're wasting away to nothing"
And that you'll never measure up
So I learn to live with it
And open my east window
To listen to them argue
And let them battle it out
Terrified to return to the work world
More than ever
Trusting in the good Lord and handing it all over
I have all afternoon and evening to gripe
And admit that I am the stinking type
But so flaming what....
New Year's First Voices
1-1-11
Voices in my mind say
You're going to end up in the flipping mental ward
Getting in touch with my psyche quite psycho
The other voice says that indeed I am free
Sometimes I'm afraid that I'll lose it all
I've been out of work for almost half a year
And all I seem to know in this moment is fear
How am I going to deal with it
I don't even know what it's going to be
Therefore it is nothing
Mixing up the words plaque and plague
Another way for the enemy to be pulling my leg
Already given the victory
Even when it doesn't seem like it right now
Monday, April 3, 2017
early
Early Is Wise
5-6-17
By coinage of denarius
No one should know
Freed from ensnarement
where eagles dare
I don't mind but I still care
Free to be to the world
In the worlds of renunciation
And supposed holiness
Beautiful sunrise
In its supposed holiness
Early is wise by freedom of faith
It saves the day
Take not the egg with the dam
By strict observances
As they choose to fly
Where opened is the sixth seal
Barking, amen to blessing, glory
And wisdom, Alas 'twas but a dream....
Monasticism Itself
3-6-17
The venom as balm heals my spine
Come monasticism itself
Digging into books on my shelf
Freed from idealism so to speak
Another rhyme to tweak
As the lover of my own prophetic voice
It's easy to get proud
As so glows the veil and shroud
Nobly undaunted and another house haunted
Come stricter observances and flirtation
Alienated tall with broad shoulders
O, poetic Spirit do your best to still the wind and rain
It is you and I
List, his spirit may....
What Am I Doing Here?
3-6-17
O, life free from care
Ready to pursue a true vocation of you
What am I doing here
Yet it is not a mixture
That I am no longer
Do we fear or despise it
Parenthetic saved
Buying the tribulation that works longsuffering
A quart of wheat for a denarius
No point aching when as high ambition spurs one on pork
The corner flow out pledge in the cup
She hints to joy always in your hands
Love afar say, Amen
Blessing, glory and wisdom forevermore
Look up high....
Full Freedom In The Son
3-6-17
Stand fast
There is no turning back
In spurious self isolation
I come out every once in awhile
Crying Peace till ones final breath
The truth I was running from
Is as big as the promise of a coming day
As to quote the spirits of artists
Come full freedom in the Son of God
We live out what we believe
Or at least endeavor to be provided
Forever come freedom won by us in Christ
Leaving behind more than enough
To but challenge those that make their decision to but follow.....
5-6-17
By coinage of denarius
No one should know
Freed from ensnarement
where eagles dare
I don't mind but I still care
Free to be to the world
In the worlds of renunciation
And supposed holiness
Beautiful sunrise
In its supposed holiness
Early is wise by freedom of faith
It saves the day
Take not the egg with the dam
By strict observances
As they choose to fly
Where opened is the sixth seal
Barking, amen to blessing, glory
And wisdom, Alas 'twas but a dream....
Monasticism Itself
3-6-17
The venom as balm heals my spine
Come monasticism itself
Digging into books on my shelf
Freed from idealism so to speak
Another rhyme to tweak
As the lover of my own prophetic voice
It's easy to get proud
As so glows the veil and shroud
Nobly undaunted and another house haunted
Come stricter observances and flirtation
Alienated tall with broad shoulders
O, poetic Spirit do your best to still the wind and rain
It is you and I
List, his spirit may....
What Am I Doing Here?
3-6-17
O, life free from care
Ready to pursue a true vocation of you
What am I doing here
Yet it is not a mixture
That I am no longer
Do we fear or despise it
Parenthetic saved
Buying the tribulation that works longsuffering
A quart of wheat for a denarius
No point aching when as high ambition spurs one on pork
The corner flow out pledge in the cup
She hints to joy always in your hands
Love afar say, Amen
Blessing, glory and wisdom forevermore
Look up high....
Full Freedom In The Son
3-6-17
Stand fast
There is no turning back
In spurious self isolation
I come out every once in awhile
Crying Peace till ones final breath
The truth I was running from
Is as big as the promise of a coming day
As to quote the spirits of artists
Come full freedom in the Son of God
We live out what we believe
Or at least endeavor to be provided
Forever come freedom won by us in Christ
Leaving behind more than enough
To but challenge those that make their decision to but follow.....
Sunday, April 2, 2017
banana
Banana Peel (Don't Slip)
3-5-17
Bathing in many a dream of truth
I took it to the bank but I had no such account
For Theseus of Anna such is of manna
What is it?
But the peel of a banana
For the holier order about it
Of pansies upon seven mountains
Of Dante's purgatorial
To win his freedom our uneven struggle
I step out to say my prayers
Over a sin of the flesh condoned
And self approved somehow unto good
Even sin for monasticism itself
Every day is a day to win....
3-5-17
Bathing in many a dream of truth
I took it to the bank but I had no such account
For Theseus of Anna such is of manna
What is it?
But the peel of a banana
For the holier order about it
Of pansies upon seven mountains
Of Dante's purgatorial
To win his freedom our uneven struggle
I step out to say my prayers
Over a sin of the flesh condoned
And self approved somehow unto good
Even sin for monasticism itself
Every day is a day to win....
cranked
Cranked Up
3-5-17
A hanging higher certificate
We carry on regardless
In the fever called living
We learn to accept it
But no matter I feel better off in breadth
Come a visit to Ohio in my mind
To observe to behavior of our Titans
And the last of our fakirs made as the first
And for tap water a wonderful thirst
And a need for a break to break it down
Into bitesized pieces for enlightenment
At Sixth and Chestnut
Pitiless pain ceases with this fever
On the river Naphaline
I make it mine...
Who Will Stand?
3-5-17
A little bit higher
Our Clement of Alexandria
Formerly entering the heritage in ones own special way
For seeds of reconstruction Gandhi of nonviolence
And seasons of celebration burning in my brain
And a dream of truth about my working life
And what I might become
Amen, blessing and glory to all
Coming out of great tribulation
God, what would you have me to do?
Rehearsing a piece in my thoughts and prayers
For you by tired eyes longing to see it
Glory or coward Caitiff hands at work
In dreams of good success
Who will stand?
No Road To Joy (Such Is The Road)
3-5-17
Of tantalized spirit I'm jerked around
But still see fit to but proceed cranked
O, Jesus be thanked
Of the throne that does shepherd them
Amen, blessing and glory to you and I
And emblems of a season of comparison
Night and day for mystics and Zen masters
And to make the best even of disasters
At the Abbot of Gethsemane
Of priestly ordination
Call it deep
In such call it substance
Tit for tat living dreadfree by nature
For those that love God all things work together
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.....
3-5-17
A hanging higher certificate
We carry on regardless
In the fever called living
We learn to accept it
But no matter I feel better off in breadth
Come a visit to Ohio in my mind
To observe to behavior of our Titans
And the last of our fakirs made as the first
And for tap water a wonderful thirst
And a need for a break to break it down
Into bitesized pieces for enlightenment
At Sixth and Chestnut
Pitiless pain ceases with this fever
On the river Naphaline
I make it mine...
Who Will Stand?
3-5-17
A little bit higher
Our Clement of Alexandria
Formerly entering the heritage in ones own special way
For seeds of reconstruction Gandhi of nonviolence
And seasons of celebration burning in my brain
And a dream of truth about my working life
And what I might become
Amen, blessing and glory to all
Coming out of great tribulation
God, what would you have me to do?
Rehearsing a piece in my thoughts and prayers
For you by tired eyes longing to see it
Glory or coward Caitiff hands at work
In dreams of good success
Who will stand?
No Road To Joy (Such Is The Road)
3-5-17
Of tantalized spirit I'm jerked around
But still see fit to but proceed cranked
O, Jesus be thanked
Of the throne that does shepherd them
Amen, blessing and glory to you and I
And emblems of a season of comparison
Night and day for mystics and Zen masters
And to make the best even of disasters
At the Abbot of Gethsemane
Of priestly ordination
Call it deep
In such call it substance
Tit for tat living dreadfree by nature
For those that love God all things work together
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.....
we are
We Are!
3-5-17
O, rock on all day
Is all I am given to say
Where there is so much more in store
Down to the apple core
Eat, too the seeds
Make it new to meet their needs
And by your will it exists and is created
As taken in the seven sealed scroll
Telling me to turn on a light
God without us is the illusion
In the Summer of twenty-seven
Living in Murat for studies at Ripley
Count not to cross your motives
Come eventual universal adoration
Returning to Doughaston
And for studies at Lychee Ignaz, we are!
Ponder The Pious
3-5-17
Easter recess pardon and powder
Ponder the pious
Going to Strasbourg
Writing on Gandhi
Researching Confucius
One, two, three, five
Living creatures and twenty-four fall down at His feet
And I am loaded with words to write
You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals
O, Angel exalt the Lamb, O messenger and that door jamb
First seal, false Christs
I don't know what to make of it
Second seal, war
May there be no more
Third seal, famine, may we hunger
Fourth seal, death, we all escape
And the fifth our martyred remnant
For Easter recess...
3-5-17
O, rock on all day
Is all I am given to say
Where there is so much more in store
Down to the apple core
Eat, too the seeds
Make it new to meet their needs
And by your will it exists and is created
As taken in the seven sealed scroll
Telling me to turn on a light
God without us is the illusion
In the Summer of twenty-seven
Living in Murat for studies at Ripley
Count not to cross your motives
Come eventual universal adoration
Returning to Doughaston
And for studies at Lychee Ignaz, we are!
Ponder The Pious
3-5-17
Easter recess pardon and powder
Ponder the pious
Going to Strasbourg
Writing on Gandhi
Researching Confucius
One, two, three, five
Living creatures and twenty-four fall down at His feet
And I am loaded with words to write
You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals
O, Angel exalt the Lamb, O messenger and that door jamb
First seal, false Christs
I don't know what to make of it
Second seal, war
May there be no more
Third seal, famine, may we hunger
Fourth seal, death, we all escape
And the fifth our martyred remnant
For Easter recess...
crisis
Thank Heaven, The Crisis
3-5-17
Buying of their milk and cream continually
Against the weight
Nothing to hate
By a profound shift of consciousness
And the reality of solidarity
I an yet to visit a friend and make a transaction
Call him up now
Count it a blessing in such a delay
As do most of us watch and pray
In the form of lowing fluent ink
Most abundantly present
For our remarkable well-rounded presentation
Of just this
Greet my with an holy kiss
As the Spirit so descends like the dove
Such is as love
Thank heaven, the crisis....
In Latter Days (Upright)
3-5-17
Stop not short of your miracle
Special request, our Cowboy time will take us
Resting while upright so composedly
Looking for that woman girl at heart
O, how wonderful for the Beholder night fancy me
Dead to the world and alive through Christ just beyond your swinging gate
Holding back un-freedoms but no longer chained as such
Breaking forth in hymn as in latter days
The covenant be fulfilled as we go by what we know
Yea, we are remembered by one another
In love may all the kindred of earth be blessed.....
Born In Prades
3-5-17
Listen to this now
Be not afraid of a knock on your door
In that it's in God's hands
By formation it sought to give us
As now rather I feel better in breadth
Quieted now a door hanging open in heaven
We open our windows holy God almighty
Where can you go with woman and child
On this planet meant for Christ's love
We run the race where there is no first or second place
For seven lamps burning
As our world is slowly turning
You are worthy to receive power
So just let it unfold just as it is
Born in Prades....
3-5-17
Buying of their milk and cream continually
Against the weight
Nothing to hate
By a profound shift of consciousness
And the reality of solidarity
I an yet to visit a friend and make a transaction
Call him up now
Count it a blessing in such a delay
As do most of us watch and pray
In the form of lowing fluent ink
Most abundantly present
For our remarkable well-rounded presentation
Of just this
Greet my with an holy kiss
As the Spirit so descends like the dove
Such is as love
Thank heaven, the crisis....
In Latter Days (Upright)
3-5-17
Stop not short of your miracle
Special request, our Cowboy time will take us
Resting while upright so composedly
Looking for that woman girl at heart
O, how wonderful for the Beholder night fancy me
Dead to the world and alive through Christ just beyond your swinging gate
Holding back un-freedoms but no longer chained as such
Breaking forth in hymn as in latter days
The covenant be fulfilled as we go by what we know
Yea, we are remembered by one another
In love may all the kindred of earth be blessed.....
Born In Prades
3-5-17
Listen to this now
Be not afraid of a knock on your door
In that it's in God's hands
By formation it sought to give us
As now rather I feel better in breadth
Quieted now a door hanging open in heaven
We open our windows holy God almighty
Where can you go with woman and child
On this planet meant for Christ's love
We run the race where there is no first or second place
For seven lamps burning
As our world is slowly turning
You are worthy to receive power
So just let it unfold just as it is
Born in Prades....
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