Flashback Of The Nineties
1-11-11
I compare these studies and contemplation
To an old man and an excercize bike
In an old R.E.M. video about Shiny Happy People
Among with which I wish to dwell
With a choice between love and happiness
And suffering with its hell
The choice is simple but not easy
Learning about how many can be of one mind
Yet still individual and diverse
In their gifts and administrations
We are not all missionaries
Besides each and every one of us
Must find God in their own way
Where I learn how not to cleave
In the here, now and today
Feasting on sexual chocolate
That I buy with my pay....
By Chance I Find It
1-11-11
We shake, rattle and jostle our coins to keep them bright
Where in my serendipity my faith under grace is half the fight
As by chance I find pearls in oysters
Yet to make prayer for those secluded in monasteries and cloisters
As they learn to live in other ways both rich and poor
In trying times and days
And this is somewhat me
Where I learn new ways to be free....
Let It Snow, According To Me
1-11-11
Let it snow, let it snow, so be it
I don't have to go
Giving me the opportunity
To put it into practice
Love and acceptance of that which is me
In what seems as the paradox but not a contradiction
These days more malleable
To conditions that are reduced to matters trivial
As part of God's plan
Experiencing new sensations
In my practicing of thinking right
As I am returned my confidence and optimism
As I witness my elder cat leap to the dilapidated window sill
That faces east to bring new hopes
Smoking disposable pipes in leisure
Under God's lenity and mercy
Passing another afternoon
By my faith and not alone....
A Bardo Poem
1-11-11
I read about how we have the opportunity
To experience death in this life
In what more such a word can mean
As we seek not to categorize the leaves brown from green
And in knowing this I can learn to have no fear of this transition
With this rendition of illumination that comes for free
Where I learn of new ways to see
As I come to the realization
Of new forms of myself and me...
Bringing It All Back
1-11-11
Sometimes I would rather not express myself
In ways concise or succinct
As I still have the desire to bring back
That which is prehistoric and extinct
Taking an interest in mammoths and mastodons
Making moves with my queen to capture all rooks and pawns
Knowing that life is so much more than just black and white
In a spiritual woodshop carving playing pieces into multicolored forms
Here a little, there a little
Getting better at it every day
In my diligent practice here, now and today.....
Emptiness, The Opportunity
1-11-11
Scribbling half a page of panic attack number three
Brought on by the marketplace
I like to call it instead my New Year emptiness
And opportunity to learn how to cope
While in God's grace there is hope
And I am satisfied with this....
No Mind
1-11-11
Putting on the thinking cap of no mind
Of which they call it in the Far East
As without a single morsel I have my feast
I'm getting better at it
There is no such thing as a waste of time
No matter what the chatter tries to tell you...
Monday, March 30, 2015
doers
Be Ye Doers
6-24-11
Yet to consider my meditation
With my objective to reclaim
The life from my mind
Back into my body inside
where all can transcend beyond form
Just to see about what I can do with it
Taking risks bold
Where the rest of it is yet untold
Where miracles are yet to unfold
Yet to travel to a place outside of time
Where it all begins...
Making The Best Of Being
6-26-11
I didn't care for counting calories
And O, my God
She is so beautiful
In a place where I choose to feel good
Before the good arrives
As a sailor upon stormy seas
Of being survivors
And I have all day today
For my poetry devotions
Making the best of Being
In magnified emotions
Upon story oceans
I don't care for counting calories or fat
For I am my own thin man
At my busy intersection
Of where I'm at...
What To Do With It
6-26-11
Praying that a brother gets what he needs
Given the power in my hand
To give today as my heart bleeds
And I seek to find out what to do with this new energy
And love of self and soul
And if I were richer I'd give it all away
And be paid in return sevenfold
Where I'd rather have the weather hot than cold
As this love will make me brave and bold
Given the entire day
To spend in these devotions...
More Studies
6-26-11
John Adams was the second president of the United States
I learn this diddy to find what the hippy loves
In all that he hates
Where a poet finds what he can do today
In what he destroys and creates
And the worst that can happen
Is that I'll be washed miles downstream
In another dark dream of stopping in for ice cream
With sensitive teeth
As I study the Eumenides
Know as the wing goddesses
Of tonight's loving affections....
Her Rivers
6-26-11
Worshiping beautiful secret places
Made well known in these pursuits
Overdoing it in Denver
Yet to let the river flow to the sea
With a cup of Joe
And doing here what I know
With nowhere today I need go
Yet to wade in the Assabeth
As if she were the Nile
Finding safer places to skim the tides of denial
Reclaiming acceptance as I renounce duality
So that tonight once more we can be as one...
On Hebrews 6:6
6-26-11
Yet to crucify to myself the Son afresh
With fields to yet cultivate and thresh
Gathering wheat in gardens in my high seat
Bowing down to kiss her beautiful feet
Slowing down the pace just a tad
To make room for tadpoles
That want to morph into bullfrogs
That infest the river banks
Where I prosper in that I give thanks
Where I will be hot for the less attractive
Of members less comely
In the filling again of tanks
To put in my extra miles
On turnpikes travelling west....
6-24-11
Yet to consider my meditation
With my objective to reclaim
The life from my mind
Back into my body inside
where all can transcend beyond form
Just to see about what I can do with it
Taking risks bold
Where the rest of it is yet untold
Where miracles are yet to unfold
Yet to travel to a place outside of time
Where it all begins...
Making The Best Of Being
6-26-11
I didn't care for counting calories
And O, my God
She is so beautiful
In a place where I choose to feel good
Before the good arrives
As a sailor upon stormy seas
Of being survivors
And I have all day today
For my poetry devotions
Making the best of Being
In magnified emotions
Upon story oceans
I don't care for counting calories or fat
For I am my own thin man
At my busy intersection
Of where I'm at...
What To Do With It
6-26-11
Praying that a brother gets what he needs
Given the power in my hand
To give today as my heart bleeds
And I seek to find out what to do with this new energy
And love of self and soul
And if I were richer I'd give it all away
And be paid in return sevenfold
Where I'd rather have the weather hot than cold
As this love will make me brave and bold
Given the entire day
To spend in these devotions...
More Studies
6-26-11
John Adams was the second president of the United States
I learn this diddy to find what the hippy loves
In all that he hates
Where a poet finds what he can do today
In what he destroys and creates
And the worst that can happen
Is that I'll be washed miles downstream
In another dark dream of stopping in for ice cream
With sensitive teeth
As I study the Eumenides
Know as the wing goddesses
Of tonight's loving affections....
Her Rivers
6-26-11
Worshiping beautiful secret places
Made well known in these pursuits
Overdoing it in Denver
Yet to let the river flow to the sea
With a cup of Joe
And doing here what I know
With nowhere today I need go
Yet to wade in the Assabeth
As if she were the Nile
Finding safer places to skim the tides of denial
Reclaiming acceptance as I renounce duality
So that tonight once more we can be as one...
On Hebrews 6:6
6-26-11
Yet to crucify to myself the Son afresh
With fields to yet cultivate and thresh
Gathering wheat in gardens in my high seat
Bowing down to kiss her beautiful feet
Slowing down the pace just a tad
To make room for tadpoles
That want to morph into bullfrogs
That infest the river banks
Where I prosper in that I give thanks
Where I will be hot for the less attractive
Of members less comely
In the filling again of tanks
To put in my extra miles
On turnpikes travelling west....
Sunday, March 29, 2015
parnassian
Parnassian
3-12-10
Many will see the Parnassian and the poetic
As to be rubbish and pathetic
As some say you need to back up your own words
When we get out our binoculars
To view high perching birds
Stick to your guns
Respect the monks and nuns
And you will be blessed with many new rising suns
As you'll end up with a sock drawer full of fives and ones
Where many will see the Parnassian and the versed
To be both among the blessed and the cursed....
Someday Never Comes
3-12-10
We say someday, someday
But it never comes
Still hung up on Larry Mullen Junior on the drums
And I chose my chain to hang halfway down my chest
As we will require dipping sauce
To eat out chicken breast
We say one day, one day
But it never comes to pass
As we wish it were rather summertime
To smell the newly cut grass
And the price of our watching late
Is our sleeping in till three
As a need to rest will make us wait
When indeed in this we are never set free...
What Am I Doing Here
3-12-10
The threshing floor will be full of wheat
As vats will overflow with oil
And we will be given plenty to eat
Where a snake is entitled to hide in his own coil
What am I doing here
But just letting Jesus take the wheel and steer
What am I doing here and now
As we look for milk in the modern day cow
And I wish I had a lover to which I could sing
Where love can overcome even death's sting
Where we choose between the scorpion and the wasp
Knowing not just what is worse....
Blue Moods And States
3-12-10
And still I seek the meaning of the Purple Haze
To gain motivation
Of what it is to change my ways
As in time I learn to deal with blue moods and states
Where I read of the seven things that God hates
And some will shave their eyebrows and eye lashes
As such is enough to bring on chills and hot and cold flashes
And I'm going to get a sunburn
Because I am pale white
So I break out the sunscreen
To know I'm in for a fight
So I pray for a miracle
To get my place back in order....
Chrome Yoke
3-12-10
Here and now
The game is the teacher
Yet to milk the cow
Where entertainment is carried out by the preacher
So I gaze at my crucifix hanging over my chest
To see equal my views of the east and the west
Here and now the book I read is the Way
To know that we need to work if we want to play
But I have no idea
And I haven't seen anything yet
As I look back on things that anyone would regret...
In The Middle Of A T.V. Dinner
3-12-10
My elder cat uses my dictionary for a pillow
As intellectual pursuits will be as my weeping willow
In the middle of a T.V. dinner
Not as thankful as I can be therefore a sinner
Trying to write my rhyme but still not satisfied
Can't get wise before my time
where I laughed in places where I should have cried
So now I partake in spaghetti and meatballs
With good and bad memories of Niagra Falls....
3-12-10
Many will see the Parnassian and the poetic
As to be rubbish and pathetic
As some say you need to back up your own words
When we get out our binoculars
To view high perching birds
Stick to your guns
Respect the monks and nuns
And you will be blessed with many new rising suns
As you'll end up with a sock drawer full of fives and ones
Where many will see the Parnassian and the versed
To be both among the blessed and the cursed....
Someday Never Comes
3-12-10
We say someday, someday
But it never comes
Still hung up on Larry Mullen Junior on the drums
And I chose my chain to hang halfway down my chest
As we will require dipping sauce
To eat out chicken breast
We say one day, one day
But it never comes to pass
As we wish it were rather summertime
To smell the newly cut grass
And the price of our watching late
Is our sleeping in till three
As a need to rest will make us wait
When indeed in this we are never set free...
What Am I Doing Here
3-12-10
The threshing floor will be full of wheat
As vats will overflow with oil
And we will be given plenty to eat
Where a snake is entitled to hide in his own coil
What am I doing here
But just letting Jesus take the wheel and steer
What am I doing here and now
As we look for milk in the modern day cow
And I wish I had a lover to which I could sing
Where love can overcome even death's sting
Where we choose between the scorpion and the wasp
Knowing not just what is worse....
Blue Moods And States
3-12-10
And still I seek the meaning of the Purple Haze
To gain motivation
Of what it is to change my ways
As in time I learn to deal with blue moods and states
Where I read of the seven things that God hates
And some will shave their eyebrows and eye lashes
As such is enough to bring on chills and hot and cold flashes
And I'm going to get a sunburn
Because I am pale white
So I break out the sunscreen
To know I'm in for a fight
So I pray for a miracle
To get my place back in order....
Chrome Yoke
3-12-10
Here and now
The game is the teacher
Yet to milk the cow
Where entertainment is carried out by the preacher
So I gaze at my crucifix hanging over my chest
To see equal my views of the east and the west
Here and now the book I read is the Way
To know that we need to work if we want to play
But I have no idea
And I haven't seen anything yet
As I look back on things that anyone would regret...
In The Middle Of A T.V. Dinner
3-12-10
My elder cat uses my dictionary for a pillow
As intellectual pursuits will be as my weeping willow
In the middle of a T.V. dinner
Not as thankful as I can be therefore a sinner
Trying to write my rhyme but still not satisfied
Can't get wise before my time
where I laughed in places where I should have cried
So now I partake in spaghetti and meatballs
With good and bad memories of Niagra Falls....
No Direction
No Direction
6-9-10
I am a fool, I must say
No direction after the month of May
Not completely helpless or hopeless
Yet feeling like a stray
Can't give up, can't give in
All is subject to change
O, why should all of this be strange
There is nothing left but the scent on my fingers
Wishing I could close my eyes to make it all go away
But I have forgotten what I was going to say
It's not fun but I have faith that there will be better days
O, what will become of me
Out of the woods but never free...
I Am A Survivor
6-9-10
Prison was the word I heard on the way back from work
O, why do you rub it in
When everything is nothing but sin
I am a survivor
Experience is good even when it's bad
In complete uncertainty
That this was the best I ever had
Don't be alarmed
No one else is harmed
It is said that I have no excuse nor clue
As ink is as where it stands
Either black or blue
So I try to write in red
Do right and give me a light
And all we have done has been said...
Sassafras
6-9-10
Looking for the buzz
But we end up with reasons of just because
And with a bow of brass
With no clue of the pine or the sassafras
O, where have the others gone
In our hopes to prove it till the dawn
Rendered helpless without a seed to produce our spawn
As the usual rhyme goes strange
When still we will have lines the rearrange
Go down to visit your neighbor while you still can
And take not thought of your wing span...
Just Another Dance
6-9-10
They ask how do I deal with this
I bow my head as if nothing of this will I miss
Need to show up tomorrow for the interview
Need to show my best even when nothing is new
Humble with the fact that there will be nothing left
Left with the base and treble cleft
Someday you will need my help
Where such unrest depends upon the circumstance
This is no joke
It is only another dance....
Faced By An Empty Page
6-9-10
Faced by an empty page again
No longer futile when it comes to my pen
Nothing is as what it seems
When we consider the gift of but hopes and dreams
With a need to learn how to forgive myself
With belief in the sprite, the fairy and the elf
As we are instructed to I don't know what
Back in the corner to be treated by the uppermost branch
Looking for another plan
As I still eat salmon from a can...
Gelded
6-9-10
We plead, have mercy O Lord
As we state that poetry is our cord
Forced outside our comfort zone
Yet not left O, so all alone
It seems that I am doomed
Yet there is nothing worse than what is exhumed
The pressure is off
The pressure is on
As I am deceived to carry on
Till the light of dawn
Are there any other options or choices
Or any of such comforts in such voices
There still is time
To refuse the need to rhyme...
I Hear Mallards
6-10-10
I hear mallards flying overhead
saying in their own language
That not everything under the sun
Has been done or said
It all worked out
I got the job
So why do we still fear and doubt
As I fit a new filter into my pipe of corn cob
To smoke while watching a movie
With the action scene of a street mob
All things work together
All things are set in place for God's plan
Put on your skin your forty block lotion
As you sit out and get your tan...
6-9-10
I am a fool, I must say
No direction after the month of May
Not completely helpless or hopeless
Yet feeling like a stray
Can't give up, can't give in
All is subject to change
O, why should all of this be strange
There is nothing left but the scent on my fingers
Wishing I could close my eyes to make it all go away
But I have forgotten what I was going to say
It's not fun but I have faith that there will be better days
O, what will become of me
Out of the woods but never free...
I Am A Survivor
6-9-10
Prison was the word I heard on the way back from work
O, why do you rub it in
When everything is nothing but sin
I am a survivor
Experience is good even when it's bad
In complete uncertainty
That this was the best I ever had
Don't be alarmed
No one else is harmed
It is said that I have no excuse nor clue
As ink is as where it stands
Either black or blue
So I try to write in red
Do right and give me a light
And all we have done has been said...
Sassafras
6-9-10
Looking for the buzz
But we end up with reasons of just because
And with a bow of brass
With no clue of the pine or the sassafras
O, where have the others gone
In our hopes to prove it till the dawn
Rendered helpless without a seed to produce our spawn
As the usual rhyme goes strange
When still we will have lines the rearrange
Go down to visit your neighbor while you still can
And take not thought of your wing span...
Just Another Dance
6-9-10
They ask how do I deal with this
I bow my head as if nothing of this will I miss
Need to show up tomorrow for the interview
Need to show my best even when nothing is new
Humble with the fact that there will be nothing left
Left with the base and treble cleft
Someday you will need my help
Where such unrest depends upon the circumstance
This is no joke
It is only another dance....
Faced By An Empty Page
6-9-10
Faced by an empty page again
No longer futile when it comes to my pen
Nothing is as what it seems
When we consider the gift of but hopes and dreams
With a need to learn how to forgive myself
With belief in the sprite, the fairy and the elf
As we are instructed to I don't know what
Back in the corner to be treated by the uppermost branch
Looking for another plan
As I still eat salmon from a can...
Gelded
6-9-10
We plead, have mercy O Lord
As we state that poetry is our cord
Forced outside our comfort zone
Yet not left O, so all alone
It seems that I am doomed
Yet there is nothing worse than what is exhumed
The pressure is off
The pressure is on
As I am deceived to carry on
Till the light of dawn
Are there any other options or choices
Or any of such comforts in such voices
There still is time
To refuse the need to rhyme...
I Hear Mallards
6-10-10
I hear mallards flying overhead
saying in their own language
That not everything under the sun
Has been done or said
It all worked out
I got the job
So why do we still fear and doubt
As I fit a new filter into my pipe of corn cob
To smoke while watching a movie
With the action scene of a street mob
All things work together
All things are set in place for God's plan
Put on your skin your forty block lotion
As you sit out and get your tan...
Friday, March 27, 2015
breach
Breach
12-13-13
My breach is great like the sea
O, whom can heal these wounds
Of all that is me
And what shall I equal to thee
That I might comfort those whom choose to hear
Giving audience to the beggarly elements we take shelter from
and if this is all I can do then indeed I do well
Where my breath is broad like the bay of saline sensations
Making me thirst again for the cause of this fulfillment...
Buttress
12-13-13
By my buttress, support and pillar
I am yet a time waster and killer
Propped up by this encouragement
Freely given of he whom speaks out about the truth at hand
Seeking not to be understood
But rather be one to understand
By this buttress defined plainly as the crutch
By which one maintains all balances
Of moral support
Propping up my weaker appendages
For the cause of what is written here
And now chugging back my expired milk
To yet thank the cow with gratitude
In no longer taking it for granted...
Go
12-13-13
Defining the word go
According to what the scholar can of himself yet know
Learning only according to the Spirit
Indwelling these dry bones
That stand up by the miracle one does yet expect
Defining the word go
Seeing that such has its many meanings
That we grasp quite slow
Hoping and praying to inquire
O, what shall I equal to thee
That I might be comforted
By the Spirit of God's riches at Christ's expense
Define the word go....
Nestor
12-13-13
Nestorian notions nullify not
That which is determined by what we cannot see
Putting off last minute Christmas shopping
To conclude that it's not about boxes and ribbons
By this hypostasis determined by that which
The ordinary scholar can come to know
According to all that is invisible
Reading today the epistles of apostle Paul
To emphasize that which is quite profound
Going in the ring with a rival that extra round
By these Nestorian notations scribbled with stealth
Given sound council to get some rest
And take care of my health....
On Hosea 9:7
12-13-13
Missing the starting gun
Abiding still in my pajamas
Welcoming into my window the light of another sun
Where God's mercies are new once again
Where I take out my snow plow in the form of this pen
Where the prophet is a fool
And the spiritual man is mad
Where sheep are sheered of all wool
And this poet is happy in that he is sad
By the days of our visitation of such recompense
Come upon those with ears to hear....
Exception
12-13-13
Glory doth fly away like a bird from the womb
From birth and from conception
given this discernment
To know the contrast of this truth with its deception
Carrying ones cross that needs not crush him to powder
Given another exception with no plan save my faith
Excersized in staying home to hear the snow plows
Doing the work of God so that ambassadors can spread the news
And so that scholars can do what they choose
And so these winners permit themselves to lose willing to fail
In order to succeed
Where this glory appears again
In all effulgence and illumination...
12-13-13
My breach is great like the sea
O, whom can heal these wounds
Of all that is me
And what shall I equal to thee
That I might comfort those whom choose to hear
Giving audience to the beggarly elements we take shelter from
and if this is all I can do then indeed I do well
Where my breath is broad like the bay of saline sensations
Making me thirst again for the cause of this fulfillment...
Buttress
12-13-13
By my buttress, support and pillar
I am yet a time waster and killer
Propped up by this encouragement
Freely given of he whom speaks out about the truth at hand
Seeking not to be understood
But rather be one to understand
By this buttress defined plainly as the crutch
By which one maintains all balances
Of moral support
Propping up my weaker appendages
For the cause of what is written here
And now chugging back my expired milk
To yet thank the cow with gratitude
In no longer taking it for granted...
Go
12-13-13
Defining the word go
According to what the scholar can of himself yet know
Learning only according to the Spirit
Indwelling these dry bones
That stand up by the miracle one does yet expect
Defining the word go
Seeing that such has its many meanings
That we grasp quite slow
Hoping and praying to inquire
O, what shall I equal to thee
That I might be comforted
By the Spirit of God's riches at Christ's expense
Define the word go....
Nestor
12-13-13
Nestorian notions nullify not
That which is determined by what we cannot see
Putting off last minute Christmas shopping
To conclude that it's not about boxes and ribbons
By this hypostasis determined by that which
The ordinary scholar can come to know
According to all that is invisible
Reading today the epistles of apostle Paul
To emphasize that which is quite profound
Going in the ring with a rival that extra round
By these Nestorian notations scribbled with stealth
Given sound council to get some rest
And take care of my health....
On Hosea 9:7
12-13-13
Missing the starting gun
Abiding still in my pajamas
Welcoming into my window the light of another sun
Where God's mercies are new once again
Where I take out my snow plow in the form of this pen
Where the prophet is a fool
And the spiritual man is mad
Where sheep are sheered of all wool
And this poet is happy in that he is sad
By the days of our visitation of such recompense
Come upon those with ears to hear....
Exception
12-13-13
Glory doth fly away like a bird from the womb
From birth and from conception
given this discernment
To know the contrast of this truth with its deception
Carrying ones cross that needs not crush him to powder
Given another exception with no plan save my faith
Excersized in staying home to hear the snow plows
Doing the work of God so that ambassadors can spread the news
And so that scholars can do what they choose
And so these winners permit themselves to lose willing to fail
In order to succeed
Where this glory appears again
In all effulgence and illumination...
Saturday, March 21, 2015
event
Event
6-3-12
Latest notable event so is the discovery
Of my first and second place ribbons
I won in a poetry contest years ago
Of such laurels I need not rest upon
In that they are before my line of sight
Revealed as red and blue according to the sunlight
Something to write home about
But I'm already here
Just where I ought to be....
Whistle
6-3-12
Yet to acknowledge the sound of whistling in the hallway
It doesn't mean I need be swept away in the winds of change
For when we think about what comes later
We know that it's not here quite yet
And I need not be blown in what is only a breeze
And to pray for all of them
I don't need to be on my knees
In the acknowledgement of what is...
Soup Again
6-3-12
Of visage, countenance and face
We can always know of God's love and grace
In a bowl of New England clam chowder
Known in the South as good stew
At the taverns of my dreams
As I recall my drinking days
In my subconscious landscape
Of where promises are fulfilled
As we ought to look for something to perform
On a stage set for poets in me today
At work at fulfillment....
Handouts
6-4-12
Handouts to stray cats
Are my gestures of hospitality
As a good Samaritan like a cigarette Jesus
Thronged by those that traverse and are lost by the way
It is a way to be and not just to be passing on through
In handouts to stray cats
This is good even if it's all I have to give....
Elementary
6-4-12
The tallest of trees can be seen from all around the world
An observation elementary
But I am no more lofty than these babes in their want and need for milk
Such represents a king that meant no harm
To the four upon which the flame had no effect
Elementary my dear, Hawthorne
So to speak in my greeting
To those to which I lend a hand....
Inside Work
6-4-12
In the acknowledgment of the inventory
Of that which is loaned to me
Under a roof for which I am thankful
I bide the late morning with smoke and tea
Cleaning corners of dust and debris
To come to terms of the price I pay
For what comes for free
In the acknowledgment of the material
Keeping me going through hours of leisure
In that I'm put to my inside work...
Quoting Nahum 2:6
6-4-12
The gates of the Rivers shall be pried ajar
As the palaces are dissolved
As in my dream I report to class
Where equations I have never seen are quite easily solved
Showing up for divine appointments
That were never on my schedule in the first place
Where my only agenda is to write these words
As sitting right beside me
Is God's Grace....
6-3-12
Latest notable event so is the discovery
Of my first and second place ribbons
I won in a poetry contest years ago
Of such laurels I need not rest upon
In that they are before my line of sight
Revealed as red and blue according to the sunlight
Something to write home about
But I'm already here
Just where I ought to be....
Whistle
6-3-12
Yet to acknowledge the sound of whistling in the hallway
It doesn't mean I need be swept away in the winds of change
For when we think about what comes later
We know that it's not here quite yet
And I need not be blown in what is only a breeze
And to pray for all of them
I don't need to be on my knees
In the acknowledgement of what is...
Soup Again
6-3-12
Of visage, countenance and face
We can always know of God's love and grace
In a bowl of New England clam chowder
Known in the South as good stew
At the taverns of my dreams
As I recall my drinking days
In my subconscious landscape
Of where promises are fulfilled
As we ought to look for something to perform
On a stage set for poets in me today
At work at fulfillment....
Handouts
6-4-12
Handouts to stray cats
Are my gestures of hospitality
As a good Samaritan like a cigarette Jesus
Thronged by those that traverse and are lost by the way
It is a way to be and not just to be passing on through
In handouts to stray cats
This is good even if it's all I have to give....
Elementary
6-4-12
The tallest of trees can be seen from all around the world
An observation elementary
But I am no more lofty than these babes in their want and need for milk
Such represents a king that meant no harm
To the four upon which the flame had no effect
Elementary my dear, Hawthorne
So to speak in my greeting
To those to which I lend a hand....
Inside Work
6-4-12
In the acknowledgment of the inventory
Of that which is loaned to me
Under a roof for which I am thankful
I bide the late morning with smoke and tea
Cleaning corners of dust and debris
To come to terms of the price I pay
For what comes for free
In the acknowledgment of the material
Keeping me going through hours of leisure
In that I'm put to my inside work...
Quoting Nahum 2:6
6-4-12
The gates of the Rivers shall be pried ajar
As the palaces are dissolved
As in my dream I report to class
Where equations I have never seen are quite easily solved
Showing up for divine appointments
That were never on my schedule in the first place
Where my only agenda is to write these words
As sitting right beside me
Is God's Grace....
maverick
Maverick
11-9-12
Worship is another form of prayer
In focused thought of my Oneness
By the great white Throne of today's utterances of worship
In my prayer for all of those less fortunate
By reason of the storm
That served as an act of God
Just because
Where Jesus upsets the apple cart
As a maverick of meekness
Made in the image of us....
Tradition
11-9-12
Tradition is a legacy that some leave behind
By the playing of another archive
Poetic and musical
With riffs and rues
Justified in that they are indeed what they are
In my manifold means of perception
Of what is pure in this stream of consciousness
That I dedicate to the good Lord....
It's Not About Division
11-9-12
We cannot equate a fence with the book
Where it's not about division any longer
Wherein my cat takes her favorite spot on the south love seat
By that wall where so hangs my illustration
In dreams that we cannot equate a shackle with the Word
In that it's no longer about being bound
By the chains melted down
To fashion the bell that rings for us all.....
My Spiritual Emotion
11-9-12
In Canaan and in Goshen
Is my spiritual emotion
Of where joy and sadness meet
Up on a boulevard leading to my confluence
Of bible study in chapter thirty-seven
Where the favored brother is equipped
By the other eleven stars in our sky
Where I hang upon a rope of zealous academic enthusiasm
In Canaan and in Goshen...
Tunic
11-9-12
There is made a tunic of many hues
We know not names for
Where justified is yet to be
Even the gambler and the whore
Where I will wear it proudly
In the sunshine today
Without even a need to physically
Put it upon my back
Made strong by that which
I have been carrying all these days
In the time of the great flux of the change
By which I am defined...
My Fight For The Light
11-9-12
Fighting for the gospel and not the screen
Appreciating today my lights of red and green
Checking out my big brothers on my television set on mute
Angles equally obtuse as they are acute
Known in my dreams as the craziest of them all
In what I say and express to the rest of us
Fighting for the gospel yet not for the screen
Looking for what is good
In such of all that we can see in it....
My Cord
11-9-12
With my signet, cord and staff
I seek to let it out and laugh
Due to the absurdity of the local news at five
Knowing that there is always another reason to be today alive
Taking up my staff, signet and cord
That is expressed by way of pen unto the good Lord
Where the woman of my dreams plays the harlot
Yet I spill my seed upon my belly
To fulfill all that is felt
In the things strengthened that remain..
11-9-12
Worship is another form of prayer
In focused thought of my Oneness
By the great white Throne of today's utterances of worship
In my prayer for all of those less fortunate
By reason of the storm
That served as an act of God
Just because
Where Jesus upsets the apple cart
As a maverick of meekness
Made in the image of us....
Tradition
11-9-12
Tradition is a legacy that some leave behind
By the playing of another archive
Poetic and musical
With riffs and rues
Justified in that they are indeed what they are
In my manifold means of perception
Of what is pure in this stream of consciousness
That I dedicate to the good Lord....
It's Not About Division
11-9-12
We cannot equate a fence with the book
Where it's not about division any longer
Wherein my cat takes her favorite spot on the south love seat
By that wall where so hangs my illustration
In dreams that we cannot equate a shackle with the Word
In that it's no longer about being bound
By the chains melted down
To fashion the bell that rings for us all.....
My Spiritual Emotion
11-9-12
In Canaan and in Goshen
Is my spiritual emotion
Of where joy and sadness meet
Up on a boulevard leading to my confluence
Of bible study in chapter thirty-seven
Where the favored brother is equipped
By the other eleven stars in our sky
Where I hang upon a rope of zealous academic enthusiasm
In Canaan and in Goshen...
Tunic
11-9-12
There is made a tunic of many hues
We know not names for
Where justified is yet to be
Even the gambler and the whore
Where I will wear it proudly
In the sunshine today
Without even a need to physically
Put it upon my back
Made strong by that which
I have been carrying all these days
In the time of the great flux of the change
By which I am defined...
My Fight For The Light
11-9-12
Fighting for the gospel and not the screen
Appreciating today my lights of red and green
Checking out my big brothers on my television set on mute
Angles equally obtuse as they are acute
Known in my dreams as the craziest of them all
In what I say and express to the rest of us
Fighting for the gospel yet not for the screen
Looking for what is good
In such of all that we can see in it....
My Cord
11-9-12
With my signet, cord and staff
I seek to let it out and laugh
Due to the absurdity of the local news at five
Knowing that there is always another reason to be today alive
Taking up my staff, signet and cord
That is expressed by way of pen unto the good Lord
Where the woman of my dreams plays the harlot
Yet I spill my seed upon my belly
To fulfill all that is felt
In the things strengthened that remain..
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