Brother Jimmy

Brother Jimmy Feb 2016

YOUR EARS hear every frequency,
Yet YOUR VOICE is imperceptible.

Brother Jimmy Feb 2016

Intoxicated laughter, sober rage
Both are made within this cage
Silent prayer and crippling fear
Are ever present when you're near
The end of this short time with breath
Mysterious, this launch toward death

     The LORD will ******
     Every
     One

     It seems to be
     How He
     Has fun

So, now I am completely clean,
And see the way these thoughts careen?

Let's cling to hope
That God has planned
An amazing banquet
A rockin' band

A natural high
So real so true
In our new bodies
You, you, and you

ALL are invited
And ALL will arrive
LOVE will win
You needn't strive

Just open up
Your weary eyes
And know that here
Around you lies

A magic love
Hidden from view
It's waiting patiently
Waiting for you

'Delights in fulfilling
Every prayer detected
*But never in the way
That you expected

Brother Jimmy Feb 2016

For My Valentine

What can I say about your charm and grace?

Nothing that'll hold a candle to the glow of you

I can just close my eyes and see your face

The beauty of your eyes still pierces me clean through

The sparkle thrown and the curve of lid

Attract me like a moth to flame

Deep in my heart this love I’ve hid

Love of your laugh, your soul, your frame

The cheeks I bite; the lips I kiss…

Your kisses I’ll drink to quench this thirst

I sing your praises, please never dismiss

This ***** boy, because I loved you first

And forward we’ll march through this torrent of time

Wandering together on our common quest

And through these hard moments, which lately begrime,

We’ll hurtle directly and finish this test

I see the love and sadness in your eyes

The love, I’ll cling tight to, the sadness, arrest

You are mine... ...and I am all yours

This journey can’t break us, for our love is best

Happy Valentine's Day, my Love!

#diane

Brother Jimmy Feb 2016

Blue and Black

Blue
is what is
TRUE

Black, a heart-attack

But
The dog-eared pages of the prophets and proverbs,
Smudged with the black of the resin on my fingers,
Folded and torn
The frayed edges
The murky riddles
The puzzle, the underlying meanings,
It is more of a black than a blue

Brother Jimmy Feb 2016

perspective

Paralyzed
Got things to do

Got to make myself care
Got to make my limbs move

Taking the next step
Operating
Motivating
No more waiting

I am numb
But there's an underlying dread
An underlying nausea
A sense that something is ...off

  Something needs tightening
  Something is stuck

  Something is bent
  Something's not right

Polish it up
Tighten the fasteners
Grease the hinges
Straighten what's bent

Scrape off the contacts
Re-flow the cracks
Moisten my lips
Take a deep breath
(From down in the belly)

Try to articulate
Try to be calm
Take a step back
Take a step back

Deflated, spent, and numb
The thrumming of the drum
Will keep my unwilling feet moving task-ward
Closeup on upturned thumb.

Brother Jimmy Feb 2016

Doubting Father Thomas

In the mid seventies
You had a tender voice
You would often sing me
Sweet Baby James
And it sounded as sweet
As when James Taylor sang it

You never showed weakness in belief
If there was ever
A particle of doubt
In your mind
You hid it well

Deep in your shell

I wanted that assurance you felt
I wanted to kneel where you knelt
Midst smoke rings and kite strings
I wanted the "right" things

I wish I had known you
The good and the bad too

All thought you the righteous half
Of the union but laugh, laugh

It sounds like you both fell
Which irks me, 'cause, do-tell
Why would you not share
Your struggles with me?

Like when I told you
Of the thorn in my side
That I couldn't defeat
As I prayed and I cried

Just wish I'd known
To help deal with my own
Darkness and guilt
Can't you see? Can't you see??

But maybe it's better
For cracking the fetter
That binds us to death
And steals our breath

That I didn't know you

...And you didn't know me

Brother Jimmy Feb 2016

Pray With Rhymes

At night in bed, my teardrops drying
Trying hard to hear that sound
Sound of moving mountain thunder
Underneath my quilted down

Comfort me oh Great Mechanic
Panic has me faint and sick
Quicken now a firm believing
Grieving, my heart feels the *****

Far away my sister’s praying
Saying prayers to help my doubt
Shouting at beguiling spirits
Here, it’s lost...but I say shout!

Though we may not know it’s method
Death’d be the surest in
Sin's beautiful smothered in grace
Tracing your path...further up and in

Win the race thou good and faithful,
Bullish though you were at times.
Times, just being what these times are,
Far away we pray with rhymes

This was my second stab at writing a Conachlon. Thought I'd repost it as it didn't get many reads the first time around. Conachlon is an old Gaelic form where last syllable of a previous line rhymes with first syllable of next. Any other rhymes (like couplets, for instance) are sometimes used, but not necessary.

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