Glissando
4-18-14
Today I quote Scripture
At the lunch table with Mother and sister
Giving me the desire to write these rhymes today
Until I get a blister
Today I quote Scripture
Like this day were my last
As I set sail be means of my fore and aft mast
By another mysterious glissando
To support me in my endeavors
To try to forget the past
Take no gift
For a gift doth blind the wise
But accept it on you birthday
Over burgers and fries
Don't forget to put the cigarette out
Before you dump the ashtray
She just said no...
It Worked
4-18-14
This is what I was looking forward to
Teaching me to say "If the good Lord is willing"
It's not exactly the way I expected it
But I know there will be better ones
Lord willing
Not to offer the blood with leaven
In that I need reassurance
Of an eternity in heaven
Not to seethe a kid in his mother's milk
Being as one to recommend chapter eleven
Now there arose a new king over Egypt
Whom did not know Joseph
And he was put here for a purpose
According to God's plan
His heart was hardened
To give our hero a challenge
Yeah, it worked...
The Spirit Writes My Next Chapter
4-18-14
God prepares a deliverer
Moses is born
You might be asking
"What does this have to do with anything"
In ones findings of a new identity
I grope in the darkness
Towards my smoking table
With hopes in a brighter tomorrow
Hornets are sent before me
To drive out the Canaanites
Such giants will be as bread
So I can have myself much less sleepless nights
Making no covenant with them
I find it better to go my own way
Joseph was in Egypt already
As so the Spirit will write my next chapter...
Selvedge
4-19-14
Let's get it back together
Concerning protuberances
Standing out in a crowd inside my head
Let it go, my friend
Glad that the music is loud
Give it up to He whom rises from the dead
Tomorrow as so today anything goes
According to my joy in this sorrow
Let it go, my friend
According to the time and money
I lend and borrow
By the selvedge and coupling
And the king that knew not Joseph
By ones fifty taches of gold
And the coffee that is in the making
She is strong today
Like the poet that writes out the day's events...
Skin
4-19-14
You don't need to do anything today
Save just this
I tell myself these words of exhortation
In basking in the bliss
Devising my ten curtains of purple, scarlet and blue
Where I see fit to extend mine extremities
To reach out to you
Tired of the water made as wine
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
In requiring a sign
Making my fifty loops
In each curtain
By rams' skins dyed red
As tomorrow my Jesus will rise from the dead
By badgers' skins dyed blue
I see fit to reach out to you....
Friday, October 10, 2014
Thursday, October 9, 2014
freewill
Freewill Boy, The Man
6-14-99
She made me do a dance for five dollars
Under the pale moonlight
I told her to raise it to twenty
And then pounded on the sidewalk
Jumping for joy
An all the way freewill kind of boy
But in this boy there is a man
Somewhere deep in there
Somehow the shit has hit the fan
Frog out of the bag
Into the jaws of a hungry bear
And now I live down here
In the pit of his stomach
Waiting for him to somehow spit me up
When the meal does not quite agree
Freewill boy, I am and I am free
And salt water won't bother me
I can live in the pond and as well at sea
Growing gills under the pale moonlight
Jumping for joy
A freewill kind of boy
And when the show is over
I go on home the same man
I was when I woke up
Then the real show goes on
On the TV when the power is off
Then I drift off to sleep
And dream up a new dance
For a twenty dollar bill
That vanishes before I know it
Oh, how I show it....
Trip To The New Moon
6-15-99
I took a trip to the new moon
When it was out of sight
I think I'll seize the power soon
Absorb creative energy from this humid night
Take a walk outside
And get in touch with the trees
Minding the business
Of sleeping birds and bees
Catch a dream or two
Man, if I were you
I'd get out while there's gold in the air
Let go, let loose all worry and care
Drop it in the sea for the angels
Aquatic beings of light
They'll take care of what you don't want to keep
All you have to do is jump right in
And let the waves of mercy wash you cool
Take a little sand home with you in your shoe
And remember the places you have been
I took a trip to the new moon and back
Stopped at the lunar 7-11 and bought a fresh new pack
Lighter smoke though still burns strong
A lucky strike, make a wish for the stars
And head on to the planet Mars
Your music will be waiting when you awake
Continue your journey through Kansas
Stay until the moon is full again
And now I ramble....
We Are All Human After All
6-15-99
Making friends to the alien beings inside my head
In the end we are all human after all
It is that which is misunderstood
That seems to be the alien
And then we integrate with the unknown
It may seem dangerous in the beginning
But we are not excused
When we do not choose to take the chance
And on the way we obtained armored suit, mace and lance
But our weapon is not our might
As we master spiritual martial arts overnight
We find that our capes
They fly like a kite
Taking us higher
Though there is always one step higher
We set up camp and build a fire
Once we had used only flint
Now we strike matches and light our cigarettes
Saluting Mother Nature for her gifts
But abuse not the resources
For then you abuse yourself
Hell, we can never master our desires
For in the end
We are all human after all....
A Treat From Grandpa
6-15-99
Caffeine lights
Maxwell House high
The sixty watt bulbs bring wakefulness to my eye
And a florescent light, how lethal
To the system that can only take so much
What can the Sun do to the sense of the touch
Sensitive, the nerve ending brings the senses keen
Aromas of the shore return to my being
Engrams of pleasure remind me of how it was once
When I ran free, a child
Never caring of who I am
Only wishing to taste the soda pop
A treat from Grandpa
He lifted me up to show me the jukebox
And the music man, I grew up to be
Myrtle Beach, yeah, he did teach
And I never really cared about Who
I only fancied the where and when
And the what is what interested me the most
What kind of shell fish dwelled close to the coast
Never did I care for the bold
Never did I need to boast
Or care to find myself
And then I started asking questions
Inviting new flavors to my being
And then I started seeing
Understanding so much more each day...
6-14-99
She made me do a dance for five dollars
Under the pale moonlight
I told her to raise it to twenty
And then pounded on the sidewalk
Jumping for joy
An all the way freewill kind of boy
But in this boy there is a man
Somewhere deep in there
Somehow the shit has hit the fan
Frog out of the bag
Into the jaws of a hungry bear
And now I live down here
In the pit of his stomach
Waiting for him to somehow spit me up
When the meal does not quite agree
Freewill boy, I am and I am free
And salt water won't bother me
I can live in the pond and as well at sea
Growing gills under the pale moonlight
Jumping for joy
A freewill kind of boy
And when the show is over
I go on home the same man
I was when I woke up
Then the real show goes on
On the TV when the power is off
Then I drift off to sleep
And dream up a new dance
For a twenty dollar bill
That vanishes before I know it
Oh, how I show it....
Trip To The New Moon
6-15-99
I took a trip to the new moon
When it was out of sight
I think I'll seize the power soon
Absorb creative energy from this humid night
Take a walk outside
And get in touch with the trees
Minding the business
Of sleeping birds and bees
Catch a dream or two
Man, if I were you
I'd get out while there's gold in the air
Let go, let loose all worry and care
Drop it in the sea for the angels
Aquatic beings of light
They'll take care of what you don't want to keep
All you have to do is jump right in
And let the waves of mercy wash you cool
Take a little sand home with you in your shoe
And remember the places you have been
I took a trip to the new moon and back
Stopped at the lunar 7-11 and bought a fresh new pack
Lighter smoke though still burns strong
A lucky strike, make a wish for the stars
And head on to the planet Mars
Your music will be waiting when you awake
Continue your journey through Kansas
Stay until the moon is full again
And now I ramble....
We Are All Human After All
6-15-99
Making friends to the alien beings inside my head
In the end we are all human after all
It is that which is misunderstood
That seems to be the alien
And then we integrate with the unknown
It may seem dangerous in the beginning
But we are not excused
When we do not choose to take the chance
And on the way we obtained armored suit, mace and lance
But our weapon is not our might
As we master spiritual martial arts overnight
We find that our capes
They fly like a kite
Taking us higher
Though there is always one step higher
We set up camp and build a fire
Once we had used only flint
Now we strike matches and light our cigarettes
Saluting Mother Nature for her gifts
But abuse not the resources
For then you abuse yourself
Hell, we can never master our desires
For in the end
We are all human after all....
A Treat From Grandpa
6-15-99
Caffeine lights
Maxwell House high
The sixty watt bulbs bring wakefulness to my eye
And a florescent light, how lethal
To the system that can only take so much
What can the Sun do to the sense of the touch
Sensitive, the nerve ending brings the senses keen
Aromas of the shore return to my being
Engrams of pleasure remind me of how it was once
When I ran free, a child
Never caring of who I am
Only wishing to taste the soda pop
A treat from Grandpa
He lifted me up to show me the jukebox
And the music man, I grew up to be
Myrtle Beach, yeah, he did teach
And I never really cared about Who
I only fancied the where and when
And the what is what interested me the most
What kind of shell fish dwelled close to the coast
Never did I care for the bold
Never did I need to boast
Or care to find myself
And then I started asking questions
Inviting new flavors to my being
And then I started seeing
Understanding so much more each day...
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
bleed
Not To Bleed The Meaning
6-14-99
If you sing smoothly
Without bleeding the meaning
You can catch the groove of melodic breezes
As a high pressure front passes at high noon
Vacuuming the clouds in invisible funnels of the Day's mercy
Great day for a picnic
Bring bread and wine
Stick a pin in the globe
Drive a post in the ground and post your sign
This is your day and your time
To gather the rays of God's light on your face
To bring the love into and all around this place
Conceptualize the relationship between Earth and space
We are feeding you ham sandwiches
Through a mental and spiritual straw
And all you need is rock and roll
To supply you the air that you breathe
And it's all the same if you howl with laughter
And sing the blues as you mourn or grieve
You are crying for the angels that lost their wings
You are musing on the treetops as the sparrow sings
Riddles flow from beneath the rock you nearly stumbled over
Turn it over to find your pet salamander
She is willing to swim in your aquarium for awhile
If you promise to turn her loose
Love is a dangerous thing, you know
And now you smoothly sing
Try not to bleed the meaning...
Silent Propaganda
6-14-99
Goblets of the offering
Are close in reach
A seagull is suffering
Thirsting on the Atlantic City beach
Throw some bread and they will gather
In swarms before your eyes
You'll feel like a rock and roll star
And you'll feel like the king of their world
Take a bow and toss those crumbs
Given the power, you lure them to the boardwalk
And into a dollar store
Bringing mayhem and chaos in your name
The clerk wonders how you did it
And if you had a dollar for every bird you fed
You would buy out the store
And go binging at the casinos
Dropping the money all around
To support the cause of amusement
A thing to be thankful for
As you go about your bright night
Of flashing lights, buzzers and bells
Cotton candy, funnel cake and the winners' games
With the winning number on every spin
The children of saint and sin
And the silent propaganda
That forms in your mind like an elaborate edifice
That you still enhance
As you go about your way
Straight on through into the new dawn
Of a brand new day....
Where Does It All Come From
6-14-99
I stand still for a moment
And put my lore at rest
Give it time to catch up with itself
And stop listening so closely
Waiting for a surprise
And I will be surprised
If I can quiet the words of the song
And no longer know
So I tune into the beat of the drum
Tune into the bass and the guitar's hum
The blues are in the air
I celebrate my sorrow
And am grateful that the feeling is there
Sadness is better than no feeling at all
Slow down, boy, you may be small
But in your guardian angel's shoes
You are standing tall
In the haze you wonder
Oh where does it all come from
The light of the stars
The sound of thunder
Where does it all come from
Sense of inertia in the backs of cars
Drowned rats
Drowning sorrows in local bars
Astrological effects coming from planet Mars
Obsessions of the musician in their electric guitars
I stand still for a moment
And let the beat roll over my feathers
Oiled and greased by a natural resource
And the power of nature
And the nature of power
It only happens when there is a reason
Where does it all come from?
My Show
6-14-99
Star Trek coming up soon on the TV
Will it take me far off this ship's course
Will I be lost in space
Coming up on a planet
Where no one uses words
What an ugly thought
But somehow I find
That this silence is a beauty
That cannot be described by words
It already feels like one
You think I'm crazy that this is my idea of fun
As said long ago, this is my night
This is my show
Drifting, drifting into the night
Hail those galactic passengers
And find that they seek knowledge just as well
And they keep an open mind
Not fixated on whether there's a heaven or hell
If we were on the surface
We would hear the warning sound of a bell
Ringing with astonishing clarity
This echo made possible in areas of material stability
All systems, check
But still not playing with a full deck
But who said we're playing cards
Anyway....
Freewill Boy, The Man
6-14-99
6-14-99
If you sing smoothly
Without bleeding the meaning
You can catch the groove of melodic breezes
As a high pressure front passes at high noon
Vacuuming the clouds in invisible funnels of the Day's mercy
Great day for a picnic
Bring bread and wine
Stick a pin in the globe
Drive a post in the ground and post your sign
This is your day and your time
To gather the rays of God's light on your face
To bring the love into and all around this place
Conceptualize the relationship between Earth and space
We are feeding you ham sandwiches
Through a mental and spiritual straw
And all you need is rock and roll
To supply you the air that you breathe
And it's all the same if you howl with laughter
And sing the blues as you mourn or grieve
You are crying for the angels that lost their wings
You are musing on the treetops as the sparrow sings
Riddles flow from beneath the rock you nearly stumbled over
Turn it over to find your pet salamander
She is willing to swim in your aquarium for awhile
If you promise to turn her loose
Love is a dangerous thing, you know
And now you smoothly sing
Try not to bleed the meaning...
Silent Propaganda
6-14-99
Goblets of the offering
Are close in reach
A seagull is suffering
Thirsting on the Atlantic City beach
Throw some bread and they will gather
In swarms before your eyes
You'll feel like a rock and roll star
And you'll feel like the king of their world
Take a bow and toss those crumbs
Given the power, you lure them to the boardwalk
And into a dollar store
Bringing mayhem and chaos in your name
The clerk wonders how you did it
And if you had a dollar for every bird you fed
You would buy out the store
And go binging at the casinos
Dropping the money all around
To support the cause of amusement
A thing to be thankful for
As you go about your bright night
Of flashing lights, buzzers and bells
Cotton candy, funnel cake and the winners' games
With the winning number on every spin
The children of saint and sin
And the silent propaganda
That forms in your mind like an elaborate edifice
That you still enhance
As you go about your way
Straight on through into the new dawn
Of a brand new day....
Where Does It All Come From
6-14-99
I stand still for a moment
And put my lore at rest
Give it time to catch up with itself
And stop listening so closely
Waiting for a surprise
And I will be surprised
If I can quiet the words of the song
And no longer know
So I tune into the beat of the drum
Tune into the bass and the guitar's hum
The blues are in the air
I celebrate my sorrow
And am grateful that the feeling is there
Sadness is better than no feeling at all
Slow down, boy, you may be small
But in your guardian angel's shoes
You are standing tall
In the haze you wonder
Oh where does it all come from
The light of the stars
The sound of thunder
Where does it all come from
Sense of inertia in the backs of cars
Drowned rats
Drowning sorrows in local bars
Astrological effects coming from planet Mars
Obsessions of the musician in their electric guitars
I stand still for a moment
And let the beat roll over my feathers
Oiled and greased by a natural resource
And the power of nature
And the nature of power
It only happens when there is a reason
Where does it all come from?
My Show
6-14-99
Star Trek coming up soon on the TV
Will it take me far off this ship's course
Will I be lost in space
Coming up on a planet
Where no one uses words
What an ugly thought
But somehow I find
That this silence is a beauty
That cannot be described by words
It already feels like one
You think I'm crazy that this is my idea of fun
As said long ago, this is my night
This is my show
Drifting, drifting into the night
Hail those galactic passengers
And find that they seek knowledge just as well
And they keep an open mind
Not fixated on whether there's a heaven or hell
If we were on the surface
We would hear the warning sound of a bell
Ringing with astonishing clarity
This echo made possible in areas of material stability
All systems, check
But still not playing with a full deck
But who said we're playing cards
Anyway....
Freewill Boy, The Man
6-14-99
Monday, October 6, 2014
puppets
Soul Mirror Puppets
6-14-99
If you want rhyme
You've got to take that leap of faith
And break down the first domino
Let it be this page
You've got to leap into the air
So the angel gives you wings
You've got to catch the vibe
Before the man of harmony sings
Man of peace, let it be
Man of purpose, let us see
Man of rhyme, if you learn to accept
And take what is yours
Then you can have all of these things
If you just believe in yourself
Be it the player in the forest
The one of charm, King Shadow Elf
Your charms, my man, they hang all out
Whether you see them or not
Hang with us awhile
In your mirror image
Of yourself up close
And see all your soul mirror puppets
You claim to be your sidekicks
And they kick, alive and kicking
We'll be in touch
So hang in and peace out....
Soliloquy Begins
6-14-99
Knock one out every ten minutes or so
If it may be a speed drill
Smoke one with me before you go
And throw some more wings on the grill
These are yours to wear at will
As your pet rocks
They do more than just exist
More than you know
In a way of purpose
Upon your window sill
I am here to guide you
And to confide with you
Set you on your mission
The mission of this night
To empower those caffeine lights
That surge through your mind
Like generators of creative energy
Double the strength
Double the walking length
Don't even try to turn in
Don't even try
For throwing in the towel would be a lie
So meditate and muse on your artist in the phones
Gasp for that power and heave a sigh
The soliloquy begins
Take it fresh
Bob Weir and Phil Lesh
The survivors of mayhem
They dwell in the musical mind
Of the man you are
"Give us lyrics"....
The Lesson That Never Ends
6-14-99
Taking a trip to Kansas and back
Loading the gear in my backpack
Singing left and right as I walk along
Blending the scenery with rock and roll song
Eyeing the women that I let pass by
I am the watcher of Earth, sea and sky
I am the beholder of my own hidden beauty
And I choose what to show
I am the man with the two radios
Of my backpack full of loot and stow
Picking up gems on my penny lane
Frog's tongue and pride, lion's mane
... and I have pride to have no pride
My shame is my strength
And when humble, I am complaisant
I said this long ago
Wearing an armored suit
Of self righteousness and denial
But it can't hurt when it doesn't get out
I'm sending letters over the air
That get returned before they arrive
Getting paid back with spiritual currency
And manifest retribution
In the ages of self discovery
And this lesson never ends
Why try to make amends....
Arrived In Kansas
6-14-99
Arrived in Kansas by sundown
And I'm rockin'
Rockin' with a fiddle
Taking the pen to my air guitar
Brewing up a riddle
To gas the engines of my spirit car
Shiny and new it was made
By polishing the coffee table
And in the fishing hole I wade
And I'm willing and able
To catch my line on a tree
And reel in the words
To a lively song of dancing fairies
Gossiping on the wind
In animate and radiant choruses
Of love and fiery warm peace
That linger in the most obvious of places
And, o, we are so blind
Seeing only what the human eye can see
I'm taking a world tour
On a poetry caravan
I only have to walk two city blocks
To discover that in my soul
I can somehow maintain
An all year tan
I live my life in the sun
And a shadow's life in shade
I've got to learn how to have fun
Then, boy, then I'll have it made...
6-14-99
If you want rhyme
You've got to take that leap of faith
And break down the first domino
Let it be this page
You've got to leap into the air
So the angel gives you wings
You've got to catch the vibe
Before the man of harmony sings
Man of peace, let it be
Man of purpose, let us see
Man of rhyme, if you learn to accept
And take what is yours
Then you can have all of these things
If you just believe in yourself
Be it the player in the forest
The one of charm, King Shadow Elf
Your charms, my man, they hang all out
Whether you see them or not
Hang with us awhile
In your mirror image
Of yourself up close
And see all your soul mirror puppets
You claim to be your sidekicks
And they kick, alive and kicking
We'll be in touch
So hang in and peace out....
Soliloquy Begins
6-14-99
Knock one out every ten minutes or so
If it may be a speed drill
Smoke one with me before you go
And throw some more wings on the grill
These are yours to wear at will
As your pet rocks
They do more than just exist
More than you know
In a way of purpose
Upon your window sill
I am here to guide you
And to confide with you
Set you on your mission
The mission of this night
To empower those caffeine lights
That surge through your mind
Like generators of creative energy
Double the strength
Double the walking length
Don't even try to turn in
Don't even try
For throwing in the towel would be a lie
So meditate and muse on your artist in the phones
Gasp for that power and heave a sigh
The soliloquy begins
Take it fresh
Bob Weir and Phil Lesh
The survivors of mayhem
They dwell in the musical mind
Of the man you are
"Give us lyrics"....
The Lesson That Never Ends
6-14-99
Taking a trip to Kansas and back
Loading the gear in my backpack
Singing left and right as I walk along
Blending the scenery with rock and roll song
Eyeing the women that I let pass by
I am the watcher of Earth, sea and sky
I am the beholder of my own hidden beauty
And I choose what to show
I am the man with the two radios
Of my backpack full of loot and stow
Picking up gems on my penny lane
Frog's tongue and pride, lion's mane
... and I have pride to have no pride
My shame is my strength
And when humble, I am complaisant
I said this long ago
Wearing an armored suit
Of self righteousness and denial
But it can't hurt when it doesn't get out
I'm sending letters over the air
That get returned before they arrive
Getting paid back with spiritual currency
And manifest retribution
In the ages of self discovery
And this lesson never ends
Why try to make amends....
Arrived In Kansas
6-14-99
Arrived in Kansas by sundown
And I'm rockin'
Rockin' with a fiddle
Taking the pen to my air guitar
Brewing up a riddle
To gas the engines of my spirit car
Shiny and new it was made
By polishing the coffee table
And in the fishing hole I wade
And I'm willing and able
To catch my line on a tree
And reel in the words
To a lively song of dancing fairies
Gossiping on the wind
In animate and radiant choruses
Of love and fiery warm peace
That linger in the most obvious of places
And, o, we are so blind
Seeing only what the human eye can see
I'm taking a world tour
On a poetry caravan
I only have to walk two city blocks
To discover that in my soul
I can somehow maintain
An all year tan
I live my life in the sun
And a shadow's life in shade
I've got to learn how to have fun
Then, boy, then I'll have it made...
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
mantra
* back to my new stuff... a totally different style of writing that makes more sense.
Mantra
9-14-14
I repeat my mantra
O, happy day
The day he washed my sins away
Stated in the present tense
Much more than come what may
Yet to discover yet my purpose
In all that I have to say
Looking for a reason
To wake up here and now
I hope that everyone will find their way
Sticking with the plan of Yes
Along with the book of Daniel
As the king gives commandment
To gather all magicians and astrologers
I repeat, O, happy day
O, happy day...
Consent
9-14-14
Devoting one more moment to my mission
Spending every ounce of energy
To this precarious position
So we consent with them in this matter
Under no such condition
As sweet dreams console our future tense hopes
In this in its petition
So come they to stand before the king in their song
O, when you keep a wall around your heart
To protect it from pain
You also yet diminish your capacity to feel pleasure
I devote yet one more moment
To what lies in store
O, where is my treasure...
Enjoy (Resolution)
9-14-14
O, just enjoy it
O, get more involved
Are my first two resolutions
For the year of fifteen
Praying for wisdom and sweet understanding
In hopes to make the scene
My decision is to befriend even the worm
To reduce the complex fraction to its lowest term
O, King, live forever
Tell your servants the dream
In every endeavor
O, just enjoy it
If I keep this much
Then so be it, I do well
On different paths up the same mountain
Just enjoy...
On Daniel 2:10 (Look This Up)
9-14-14
Chaldeans yet gather
But to be alone, yeah I would rather
By my Irish Spring soap lather
To give the king command to destroy the wise men of Babylon
To but declare in that when we arrive
We'll be long gone
There is not a man on Earth
That will tell it like it is
Hoping that God is pleased with my enthusiasm
In froth, foam and fizz
Come another forgotten dream
Of Nebuchadnezzar's vision of this image
In coffee without need for cream
Seeing things in different lights
Chaldeans yet gather....
Arioch
9-14-14
Yet to answer our Arioch
Yet to roll away the stone and rock
Rocking on in spite of such a block
For only those that doubt
Upon the door we will knock
O, why is this decree from the king so urgent
By the golden key that can pick every lock
Knowing a feeling of coldness in my extremities
Due to an excess of such nicotine
To yet research my Ashram
For the cause of the way it sounds in ears inclined
With eagerness yet to answer our Arioch
O, so many words
We are yet, so as poets, taste
And not make haste...
Through Aram
9-14-14
Yet in the ruins so is the purpose
To but build again what's been torn down
As one to but earn his wings and crown
O, go live out the heavy load upon your backs
And not as men of renown
I scribble this malarkey
For the cause of hopes of leaving town
Yet in the ruins where we make known this interpretation
Of all rendition
Travelling north into our Hamath
To see what lies in store
For those that seek...
My Seas Of Excess
9-14-14
South towards Damascus
West into Zidon and Tyre
Setting sail upon the Mediteranian for our free trade
And to but discover our vast empire
Not to get lost in a sea of excess verbiage
I am as one to preach to the choir
The last thing I want to do is fritter this away
In today my rigid attire
Following the Tigris into my personal Persian Gulf
You are the salt of the earth yet extracted
The word is love and the time is now
No matter how much we are distracted....
Groan
9-14-14
At eleven past eleven
I wish for the love and the peace
That transcends all understanding
Breaking it down
To bring this airplane in for another safe landing
To Haran on through our Assyria
And rough edges sanding
Of He that changes the times and seasons
Of He that removes kings
And raises them up again
For those reasons at eleven past eleven
I wish to pass into my Nineveh
For the cause of love alone
And to but roll away the stone
Make a wish and expect a miracle
As the Spirit doth but groan....
Mantra
9-14-14
I repeat my mantra
O, happy day
The day he washed my sins away
Stated in the present tense
Much more than come what may
Yet to discover yet my purpose
In all that I have to say
Looking for a reason
To wake up here and now
I hope that everyone will find their way
Sticking with the plan of Yes
Along with the book of Daniel
As the king gives commandment
To gather all magicians and astrologers
I repeat, O, happy day
O, happy day...
Consent
9-14-14
Devoting one more moment to my mission
Spending every ounce of energy
To this precarious position
So we consent with them in this matter
Under no such condition
As sweet dreams console our future tense hopes
In this in its petition
So come they to stand before the king in their song
O, when you keep a wall around your heart
To protect it from pain
You also yet diminish your capacity to feel pleasure
I devote yet one more moment
To what lies in store
O, where is my treasure...
Enjoy (Resolution)
9-14-14
O, just enjoy it
O, get more involved
Are my first two resolutions
For the year of fifteen
Praying for wisdom and sweet understanding
In hopes to make the scene
My decision is to befriend even the worm
To reduce the complex fraction to its lowest term
O, King, live forever
Tell your servants the dream
In every endeavor
O, just enjoy it
If I keep this much
Then so be it, I do well
On different paths up the same mountain
Just enjoy...
On Daniel 2:10 (Look This Up)
9-14-14
Chaldeans yet gather
But to be alone, yeah I would rather
By my Irish Spring soap lather
To give the king command to destroy the wise men of Babylon
To but declare in that when we arrive
We'll be long gone
There is not a man on Earth
That will tell it like it is
Hoping that God is pleased with my enthusiasm
In froth, foam and fizz
Come another forgotten dream
Of Nebuchadnezzar's vision of this image
In coffee without need for cream
Seeing things in different lights
Chaldeans yet gather....
Arioch
9-14-14
Yet to answer our Arioch
Yet to roll away the stone and rock
Rocking on in spite of such a block
For only those that doubt
Upon the door we will knock
O, why is this decree from the king so urgent
By the golden key that can pick every lock
Knowing a feeling of coldness in my extremities
Due to an excess of such nicotine
To yet research my Ashram
For the cause of the way it sounds in ears inclined
With eagerness yet to answer our Arioch
O, so many words
We are yet, so as poets, taste
And not make haste...
Through Aram
9-14-14
Yet in the ruins so is the purpose
To but build again what's been torn down
As one to but earn his wings and crown
O, go live out the heavy load upon your backs
And not as men of renown
I scribble this malarkey
For the cause of hopes of leaving town
Yet in the ruins where we make known this interpretation
Of all rendition
Travelling north into our Hamath
To see what lies in store
For those that seek...
My Seas Of Excess
9-14-14
South towards Damascus
West into Zidon and Tyre
Setting sail upon the Mediteranian for our free trade
And to but discover our vast empire
Not to get lost in a sea of excess verbiage
I am as one to preach to the choir
The last thing I want to do is fritter this away
In today my rigid attire
Following the Tigris into my personal Persian Gulf
You are the salt of the earth yet extracted
The word is love and the time is now
No matter how much we are distracted....
Groan
9-14-14
At eleven past eleven
I wish for the love and the peace
That transcends all understanding
Breaking it down
To bring this airplane in for another safe landing
To Haran on through our Assyria
And rough edges sanding
Of He that changes the times and seasons
Of He that removes kings
And raises them up again
For those reasons at eleven past eleven
I wish to pass into my Nineveh
For the cause of love alone
And to but roll away the stone
Make a wish and expect a miracle
As the Spirit doth but groan....
lights out
* going back to my old stuff of Stoner days...
Light's Out
11-93
There was a book I wrote part way
That I forgot I had
She caught my eye when I got here
But hidden was she by a jacket in the summer
The eye that was caught came back to me
As I heard what was behind me
So I said a few words to myself
Which I didn't completely know what they meant then
I was making songs of my own
And building a wall of poetic songs
With the sense I made from the words
I was resting up for a ride
To a place where I could spend my money
On good stuff to make me think of more pictures for the side
After lights out
So before I close my eyes
To envisioning after dark
I clear the mind with the warmth...
Made From Yesterday
11-22-93
I picked up some artist tools
At the store I work at
A successful mini shoplift spree
And I don't remember what was what
Interrupted by a good song
I had to stop what I was doing
Writing what I have forgotten about
Those kind of songs are those and far from here
So let's put a stop to this page here
Until I make another
Or another two lights
In the beginning of a time called "Made days
From the yesterday
And good stuff made nights"
* poem I wrote when I worked at Office Max in retail...
The Three Place Gig
11-23-93
I was wondering why you asked me
If I was going to work
Did you want to knock down more cluttered shelves
To just make them neater
And to make it more interesting
Did you want to drop those heavy boxes on the floor
Just to hear a sound
And make a love bear roar
It's just the sound of the growl
And a little excursion and prowl
Like a ten ton slow train
That hovered on the tracks
I wondered for a moment
How I made it past without crashing
Or pushing the smaller yellow one
As if it were an escalator
Followed by a stair case
Of hungry food shoppers....
Hiding The Cage
11-23-93
I figured I might let the steam hide where you are
I just found out what wants out
And I don't know if I can free it
I'm not sure so I'll let it be
Until I'm told to unlock what I have caged
Maybe I'll see a sign
But for now I'll let it dine on a favorite drink
And the steam that swirls around
Even though by me it's not seen
So take a little extra time
I need to work tonight
To make a day to flee
And be what I want to be
And do what I have planned
In a glance at the plan...
Sounds Like A Fire
11-25-93
Fires at my house
I didn't see them burning
I didn't see the flames
I just heard remaining leaves
Burning in a bubbling still wind
I really thought the house was burning
But I assumed there was nothing wrong
And I went back to bed
I woke up again
I didn't want to move
I didn't know I was shouting
"Go away! Let me sleep!"
I heard the fires at my house just now
Yet the sounds sounded more like empty trees swaying
But there was no wind to make them tilt
How many times has this house burned down
And we survived it...
Immobile Thanksgiving
11-25-93
Standing still
In a chair by a light
Today on no more food
And thanks for the coffee day
I ate so fast I could have frozen myself
In an endless sleep
I was awakened again
By a piece of pie
And I had to lie
To fight at the gate
Of my back door to a smoke
To make it out I thought a distraction
Sitting still
In such a position
I could go back to sleep
I don't want to know
The life of a poet turned off
But I don't want to feel bad about it
If I happen to take it easy....
Light's Out
11-93
There was a book I wrote part way
That I forgot I had
She caught my eye when I got here
But hidden was she by a jacket in the summer
The eye that was caught came back to me
As I heard what was behind me
So I said a few words to myself
Which I didn't completely know what they meant then
I was making songs of my own
And building a wall of poetic songs
With the sense I made from the words
I was resting up for a ride
To a place where I could spend my money
On good stuff to make me think of more pictures for the side
After lights out
So before I close my eyes
To envisioning after dark
I clear the mind with the warmth...
Made From Yesterday
11-22-93
I picked up some artist tools
At the store I work at
A successful mini shoplift spree
And I don't remember what was what
Interrupted by a good song
I had to stop what I was doing
Writing what I have forgotten about
Those kind of songs are those and far from here
So let's put a stop to this page here
Until I make another
Or another two lights
In the beginning of a time called "Made days
From the yesterday
And good stuff made nights"
* poem I wrote when I worked at Office Max in retail...
The Three Place Gig
11-23-93
I was wondering why you asked me
If I was going to work
Did you want to knock down more cluttered shelves
To just make them neater
And to make it more interesting
Did you want to drop those heavy boxes on the floor
Just to hear a sound
And make a love bear roar
It's just the sound of the growl
And a little excursion and prowl
Like a ten ton slow train
That hovered on the tracks
I wondered for a moment
How I made it past without crashing
Or pushing the smaller yellow one
As if it were an escalator
Followed by a stair case
Of hungry food shoppers....
Hiding The Cage
11-23-93
I figured I might let the steam hide where you are
I just found out what wants out
And I don't know if I can free it
I'm not sure so I'll let it be
Until I'm told to unlock what I have caged
Maybe I'll see a sign
But for now I'll let it dine on a favorite drink
And the steam that swirls around
Even though by me it's not seen
So take a little extra time
I need to work tonight
To make a day to flee
And be what I want to be
And do what I have planned
In a glance at the plan...
Sounds Like A Fire
11-25-93
Fires at my house
I didn't see them burning
I didn't see the flames
I just heard remaining leaves
Burning in a bubbling still wind
I really thought the house was burning
But I assumed there was nothing wrong
And I went back to bed
I woke up again
I didn't want to move
I didn't know I was shouting
"Go away! Let me sleep!"
I heard the fires at my house just now
Yet the sounds sounded more like empty trees swaying
But there was no wind to make them tilt
How many times has this house burned down
And we survived it...
Immobile Thanksgiving
11-25-93
Standing still
In a chair by a light
Today on no more food
And thanks for the coffee day
I ate so fast I could have frozen myself
In an endless sleep
I was awakened again
By a piece of pie
And I had to lie
To fight at the gate
Of my back door to a smoke
To make it out I thought a distraction
Sitting still
In such a position
I could go back to sleep
I don't want to know
The life of a poet turned off
But I don't want to feel bad about it
If I happen to take it easy....
me
Master Plan (Me)
4-18-14
Today's master plan
Is to close my eyes and dream my life away
Not much up to poetry
Save this composition
In that I'm ready to drop out and tune in
Letting your servant depart in peace
In that today I pray and don't cease
In a conflict of weather or not I will continue
For mine eyes have seen your salvation
By the still small voice
Telling me to pick it up again
As so comes the Spirit
Upon the temple which is me...
All Will See
4-18-14
All flesh will see the salvation of God
Yeah, this excludes no one
And the child grew and waxed strong in the Spirit
As the flesh is more needful for you and I
The devil wants me to say nothing about it
As such would be on my part, a lie
All flesh will see the salvation of God
Everyone is going to make it eventually
So I'm living it up on this Good Friday
Of post family time afterglow
It was a breakthrough
In that I spoke out about
Where I stand in the faith
As it is written in the law of the prophets
Follow your heart...
"You Are!"
4-18-14
Every time I sit down to write is an adventure
Everybody wants a piece of the action
Let me take you there with these words of exhortation
For you are well worthwhile
You are the apple of God's eye
You are as the chosen
Written in the Lamb's Book of Life
Yeah, you are what you are
Thou shall not desire their gold
You have something worth much more than such
Waiting for the van to arrive
I refresh my mind and my confidence
With these words....
Count
4-18-14
Count it pure joy
When you face trials of many kinds
As the Spirit doth quicken our bodies, hearts and minds
I love, O how I love
Here, now and today
As so the treasure once and twice
Again this vagabond yet finds
Still wandering in the wilderness
Still tied up in shackles and minds
For you to know
That the testing of your faith
Works perseverance
Count it all joy when you see trouble
And for the reward yet to follow
Count it double...
On Exodus 23:1
4-18-14
Raising not a false report
Being not un unrighteous witness
Of such a love of another kind and sort
I hope that these words will go somewhere
After I pass on
I hope that these books will end up in the right hands
After I make my way to the Great Divide
O, may it be for love and not pride
Hoping not to wrest this truth
By cunning nor craft
Hoping to set sail again
By my fore and aft
It is just to hate evil
And not the evil doer
Like a branch that once again
We do yet graft
Twisting it not from its proper course
I hope that these words have reached out to you...
Truth Worth Repeating
4-18-14
Next Old Testament plan
Halleluliah, it's Exodus again
To be as sustenance for another willing and hungry pen
Keeping far from the false matter
To not oppress the stranger
Walking straight into these gates
Not to countenance a poor man
In considering the seven things that God hates
Sowing the land as so in the seventh year we let it rest
By this next Old Testament endeavor
Moses gets them out
And Joshua brings them in
Halleluliah, it is truth that is worth repeating...
All Things Are Made New
4-18-14
All things are made new
The Scriptures I read a hundred times before appear pristine
Where the doctrine is the glue
And at last I can say here all that I mean
As on the seventh day we can rest
So that our oxen can do the same
I really hope that there's a reason why
I do all that I do
In that I am yet to see how it feels
To try on the other shoe
I know you don't care what I know
Until you know that indeed I care
Wherein ignorance is no longer an option
Yeah, all things are made new
Joseph is already in Egypt
As to speak to get us ready
For the signs that will follow...
4-18-14
Today's master plan
Is to close my eyes and dream my life away
Not much up to poetry
Save this composition
In that I'm ready to drop out and tune in
Letting your servant depart in peace
In that today I pray and don't cease
In a conflict of weather or not I will continue
For mine eyes have seen your salvation
By the still small voice
Telling me to pick it up again
As so comes the Spirit
Upon the temple which is me...
All Will See
4-18-14
All flesh will see the salvation of God
Yeah, this excludes no one
And the child grew and waxed strong in the Spirit
As the flesh is more needful for you and I
The devil wants me to say nothing about it
As such would be on my part, a lie
All flesh will see the salvation of God
Everyone is going to make it eventually
So I'm living it up on this Good Friday
Of post family time afterglow
It was a breakthrough
In that I spoke out about
Where I stand in the faith
As it is written in the law of the prophets
Follow your heart...
"You Are!"
4-18-14
Every time I sit down to write is an adventure
Everybody wants a piece of the action
Let me take you there with these words of exhortation
For you are well worthwhile
You are the apple of God's eye
You are as the chosen
Written in the Lamb's Book of Life
Yeah, you are what you are
Thou shall not desire their gold
You have something worth much more than such
Waiting for the van to arrive
I refresh my mind and my confidence
With these words....
Count
4-18-14
Count it pure joy
When you face trials of many kinds
As the Spirit doth quicken our bodies, hearts and minds
I love, O how I love
Here, now and today
As so the treasure once and twice
Again this vagabond yet finds
Still wandering in the wilderness
Still tied up in shackles and minds
For you to know
That the testing of your faith
Works perseverance
Count it all joy when you see trouble
And for the reward yet to follow
Count it double...
On Exodus 23:1
4-18-14
Raising not a false report
Being not un unrighteous witness
Of such a love of another kind and sort
I hope that these words will go somewhere
After I pass on
I hope that these books will end up in the right hands
After I make my way to the Great Divide
O, may it be for love and not pride
Hoping not to wrest this truth
By cunning nor craft
Hoping to set sail again
By my fore and aft
It is just to hate evil
And not the evil doer
Like a branch that once again
We do yet graft
Twisting it not from its proper course
I hope that these words have reached out to you...
Truth Worth Repeating
4-18-14
Next Old Testament plan
Halleluliah, it's Exodus again
To be as sustenance for another willing and hungry pen
Keeping far from the false matter
To not oppress the stranger
Walking straight into these gates
Not to countenance a poor man
In considering the seven things that God hates
Sowing the land as so in the seventh year we let it rest
By this next Old Testament endeavor
Moses gets them out
And Joshua brings them in
Halleluliah, it is truth that is worth repeating...
All Things Are Made New
4-18-14
All things are made new
The Scriptures I read a hundred times before appear pristine
Where the doctrine is the glue
And at last I can say here all that I mean
As on the seventh day we can rest
So that our oxen can do the same
I really hope that there's a reason why
I do all that I do
In that I am yet to see how it feels
To try on the other shoe
I know you don't care what I know
Until you know that indeed I care
Wherein ignorance is no longer an option
Yeah, all things are made new
Joseph is already in Egypt
As to speak to get us ready
For the signs that will follow...
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