Is there anything more permanent ?
Is there anything more vain ?
For surely the word we call last
Will outlast all our attempts to change

Those that people believe all religions as equally true

The philosophers that believe all religions are equally false

The politicians that believe all religions are equally useful

Stop and think about it before you start to talk about the problem

Go back further than the problem to restate basic principles of God's dealing with man

Apply those principles to the problem . Let the light of the basic principles shine upon the problem

Commit the matter in faith to God no matter what you know or don't know what to do

In time he will answer you

Nothing
more dangerous
than a poet
who takes
themselves
cerealously  
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Those
Who have
the most to say

Usually
say the least

Pride is everywhere
Comes in many forms

The rich man is proud
of what he has
The poor man is honored for having less

The talented are proud of what they do
The less talented are proud of their hard work

The religious are proud of their religion
The unbeliever proud of his unbelief

The established man is proud of his social status
The counter-cultured proud to be outcast

The learned man proud of his intelligence
The simple man proud of his simplicity

If thre is a universal sin would not pride be the first

God hates the men of pride
He thinks they are the worst

Where was white rabbit ?

The girl that breathes Canal street's Spanish moss and dances to Zydeco

I fumbled , tripped on the goal line
all tangled in thorns

Now charged to walk late night's on Jubilee

The fog plays tricks behind facades of listless taunts of truth

I gaze through haze but swirls of vapor twist the thoughts

***** , blues , voodoo , jazz and you ,
my white rabbit

How much do heavy thoughts weigh ?
Just enough to crush you
Just enough to squeeze you through the unforgiving sewer grates of life
They roll over you like a high rise pick-up truck on a drunken Saturday night
See those possum eyes open wide before splat
How much do you really think ?
Perhaps as much as thirty pieces of silver or your brothers keeper .
How much do heavy thoughts oppress you ?
Subdue you ?
Demean you ?
Demote you ?
Destroy you ?
Deport you ?

Only God knows and he's not saying .

I'm sure it has been declared woke .

Once . . .
      I read a poem so pure . . . I could not find a flaw anywhere .
So powerful I could see the influence of God everywhere .

So stitched in time , space
and spirituality
all I could do was shed tears as to the eventuality .

She talked of creation and God's loving hand . . .
then deleted all data , cookies and cache . . .

before slicing both hands .

Safe inside my cocoon and nest
Can't feel as secure anywhere else
When comes that rapping gentle tapping
Whose's that banging on my front door
It's the police yelling "Police !Open up the door !"
And then bang and the door falls to the floor
"Your under arrest !"
And I say , "What for ?"
So miffed they become and slam me to the floor
THEN one says it not here but the other one next door ! And they all scramble out leaving me cuffed on the floor .

They stay up all night
working out iniquity in their beds
At first light they put it into practice because  they have the power in their heads

They love oppressing common man
They covet what he's got
Turn to violence to take away
the richness he is not

They take away his inheritance
They take his fields and house
Take away what's not nailed down
His children and his spouse

For this is an evil time
For we are utterly destroyed
They take away all of our heritage
With consequences we can not avoid

They becomes the turn coats that turns over all our fields
Makes us bow down in idolatry
Deports , or kills at will

God for all his blessings

Jesus for his understanding

The Holly Spirit for strength and courage

Is it right for you to be angry ?

How that question reveals our heart

Who told us we were naked ?

So that we must cover up sin from it's start

Who taught us fretfullness
by creating fret that invades our heart ?

Is not Mercy the shade over Jonah's head ?

To be given and taken away at God's pleasure
if we go astray

Anger cannot discern what the right or left hand will do

That means it is best to let God judge what is really truth

We are God's chosen few
All others will be ******
There is no place in Heaven
for you
We can't have Heaven crammed

(Now change Jonathan Swift's name with America's Billionaires)

Repentance is more than a one time event

It is beyond all of the words that you have spent

It begins at one time , matures and continues to grow

Repentance is a process
that has a beginning
without an ending to go

I don't want to be the last petal to fall
Don't want to be the only one at last call
I don't want to live over the hill
I don't want to be the last one that will

Don't want to be the last of my friends
Don't want to be the last to trend
Don't want to go in the out door
Don't want to go on about this anymore

Apolo-goes as liars do
Attempt to bury the wrong you do
Had you done the right thing first
you wouldn't be under an evil curse
Apologies are the refugees house
Where lies go to hide like a tiny louse
From there they irritate the host
Haunt and itch and blacken like toast
Apolo-goes as liars must hide
truth be found on the next low tide

When his brother came under attack :
First he did nothing
Secondly he rejoiced in his distress
Third he took advantage of his vulnerable state
Fourth he joined in the violence against him

One reaps what he sews
One gathers in return what he has given
He heaps destruction like ashes upon his head
As he is standing he is as good as dead

Those who have little to be proud about
Are proud about that fact .

I engraved her name on the picnic table
Then I engraved the stone over her grave
I engraved the memory of her face on my heart
I engraved the words on the walls of  my prayers
Then out of desparation I engraved her memory in poem

Some cary pain in silence and grace not as a weapon .

We are charged to action
not to results .
Those who do the least
say the most .
Nothing more than shadow
in the way of the light .

They sit in council
In chambers of self ordained God's
They look down and
upon the people they trod .

They have books and books
of forbidden laws
Take no prisoners
curse your questioned calls

Their brothers in arms
the Sadducees
Occupy reality as they say it was meant to be

All lead by the King of Kings
He wears nothing but golden rings

They bow on bended knees out of fear
He rules the far while he
destroys the near

Have mercy on the fools
who empower them

They will be cast out
Their lives destroyed
Their women cut open
their children used for toys

BODY

MIND

HEART

SOUL

In the age of the nighthawks
In the sweat soaked  Southern Saturday nights
On the dance floors of Midnights Voice we melted like birds tangled together falling in flight

I think back and wonder
at how much I had to lose
I think back and wonder about how much I did lose

Nights moves at its darkest hours
Sultry bodies writhing  in anticipation
Liberation on the sawdust floors

She had luna eyes
that captured your stare
She twisted in rapture
A phantom floating in air
A delight to anyone . . .
then , now or anywhere

Oh , the wondering
Oh , while I was pondering

Now the night has lost all its moves
Time has scratched all of the grooves
The darkness still as death
No one since has gotten to you yet

You said the trick was to never play the game too
long

(So I didn't)

So now my night moves have all . . . moved on

She drew the water out of me,
"Looks like it's mostly all a lie ."

"When is water not water when it's only water ?" was my only reply .

She gave me that icy stare .
I could see the steam arising .
Then when it hit 39.6°
things became so dense she longer seemed to care .

You can't reject the truth without grasping hold of a lie .

How can I say this ?
I've been searching out for ways of possibilities .
You were in the Pearl of Arizona
The lightning before the pause that
thunder blew away

The cascading falls of uncertainly
Devoid nights of rain's delay
The chapters never finished
Noah'ed , two by two for display

Where would that be ?
You look around suspiciously ,
dubiously .

I asked if there was any prayer in Hell .

Satan has no desire to end religion
Only to use it as his tool
To corrupt all it's officials
Use them to make us fools

I strained in my iniquity
Looking for the light
In the mist of my
darkest blackness
a voice whispered
"You have to turn and fight "
Gather up the flocks of words
Make them the sacrifice of your lips
Record what flies through the air
From the axe that's sending chips

Wisdom is what wisdom does
There's no room for shadows of delight
Let you face be baptized
Bathe upon the light

The intelligence of words makes us happy
Much more than the feelings from the heart
Offer up the sacrifice of our lips
Make it the bridge that spans the arch

The amount of time it takes
to traverse the distance between two points regulates the definition of our concept of time

The shorter the distance the faster time flys
The greater the distance a moment in time takes becomes eternal unless it encounters an obstruction
It takes light years to measure the time between the stars
It's instant from eye to nose
In a black hole time stands still held by the immense gravational pull .
We see time measured in the distance by light
Without light would there be any time ?
Only God knows
Let there be light .

Left to cross
your state of Maine
Mile upon mile
of New York dames

Looking to where
I've been gone
The fade away to
the end of the song

She had
a Wyoming smile
A casual easy
up opened style

I was Delawarian determined
No my ancestors were
never German

I railed across the rose of Texas
On to more expensive , exotic places

I was deeply burned and brutally browned
by Death's Valley namesake crown

Got as close to smell the salt
But the no show Pacific
was all of my fault

I turned and went east with the gusty west winds
Across the purple mountain's majestic bends

Down from the Pikes
to the highest plains
Got soaked in Kansas by Colorado's rain

Across the seas swelling in motion
cresting in golden grains an ocean

Then I crossed the truest continental divide
That ole man river on a Chevy Impala I drived

But once full of Tennessee whiskey
I had no direction that fate would kick me

I once thought Florida held the Keys
But the state no longer has any bounds on me

Soon I was running
fast out of land
I was looking for a place
to make a last stand

I ran out luck
before the gas
Came to a stop on Maryland's grass

So I've been up , over , and beyond the past
Here's where I raise the flag up half mast

She says she is lesbian . . .
I fix a cup of Oolong tea . . .
I just needed someone to talk to . . .
She is looking straight through me .

She says her heart is broken . . . I see the pieces all around

I just can't be alone now
Your the only one I've found

So the night made up a midnight
And the music made up songs
And she built up her castles
before they all came tumbling down
And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
And I wanted to kiss her
But she collected only Queens

The night turned into daylight
She said she had to go
But she wanted to thank me
Most people would've said no

And then she hugged me
like a big brother to me you are

Then in another second
she was driving off in her car

And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
Still she flew on without me
An angel without any rings

And my heart was breaking
Fool you can't be this way I say

Still she was an angel
Without a halo to display

As the fingers of my soul ,

reach up to be entwined . . .
their thoughts surpassed ;
be driven . . . boundless to
the layers of my mind

I lay hold of the untouchables
I trial but cannot bind

The light flickers on and off
while spirits shout . . .

"It's time ! It's time ! It's time !"

Ephraim (Trump) feeds on the wind ,
And pursues the east wind ;
He daily increases lies and desolation .
Also they (he) make a covenant with the Assyrians (Russians) , and oil is carried to Egypt .

Breath in , breathe out
Lighting in , Lightning out
To sad , too much

anyone else have anymore to add ?

Step out on the world
and you fall in love

Get unrequited and all turned around

Get drunk all night
ain't it a shame

Wake up with a ****** knife

Now guess who gets
the blame

You're just a rabbit on the run



Nobody will miss it
And . . . just because you can
So you take it
but they caught you on cam
Now guess what ?

Just another rabbit on the run

You say the only girl that loved you
Ran off with another man
You got a gun
and shot them down

Now , you're just another rabbit on the run

Run Run Run
just another rabid rabbit on the run

A match made in Heaven
Was lit and burned up here on Earth
Someone should have spoken up and objected . Instead they said they wished us the worst

God shows he can be flesh and blood as one of us
just to show that we can be incarnated spiritually from the ashes and dust .

When the welcome . . .
rots

in a handshake of
disgust . . .


When moments . . .
are swarms of giant asian wasps

And embraces
are zephyr soft . . .
as shadow's are thin

There's no desire . . .
to do it again

I've tried to outrun my shadow
Found I could only hide from it in the dark
But I tended to stumble over my sins there
and wound up hurting myself

These are the ins and outs
given to our breath by the accordions
of our time

The ancient grains
of Sumerians
leave us Anunnaki
in thought

While the winds of desire
carve out the desolation
of our destiny

Leaving dust and dreams
of billions
buried under the sun and heat . . . there is no escaping the sands of time

Stand still long enough
and you will disappear

The instance of sunrise
belies the plunge
into darkness

Because the sand burns
as you struggle to run
up the dunes of doom
you lose the traction of life

Soon to be devoured dessicated ,
and mummified . . . all by the sands of time

I was poured copper pure turned green with age
Stripped bare down to the ink on the page

Lashed with cat o' nine tail lies and accusations
But I gritted my teeth and made pure my persecutions

Though I burned heartwise for revenge I was told "Revenge is mine "

That I must wait my time .

Now , I feel relieved
no longer grieved .

At least I can smear ink on the page and blot out the pain .

Flesh and bone lay fallow in the field
Covered with the soil of memories
Where crows stalk the furrows
Hoping for dead flesh
to make out a
meal

So be it , So be it
It was not our will
to will it

The piano plays drunk in the bar built like blue
Paid for by the taxiation
on alcohol consumed

You make me into someone that is no one
and see through me
like a ghost

And the world is
spinning around you
Making dizzy a thing
Without the glue
so falling apart

So smile for a while
Laughing
Holding your gin and tonic
To white teeth envy

Soon to stand under
the authority of deigned
resignation

So be it , So be it
It was never our will
to will it

I let you down
like a child
on the birthday
of perfect love

Old enough to
be forgiven
old enough
to know when I've wronged

Can you find the words
when I am no longer
there beside you

How will the thoughts
remain in your heart
Will they be a sunshine
bridge of rainbows ?

Or just the emotions
that once was a radio
turned down low under
covers late at night

To find that day
when we all stand alone
in the silence
stripped of desire and dreams

in the search of perfect love

Casing out the wasteland
The roads from nowhere
within oneself that encircles the maze of our minds

Bending thoughts to delight the prism of light into displays suitable for emotional joy or anguish

Where once there was nothing but innocence of childhood we've replaced the concept with the corruption of truth , lost unto our ways , devoid of life now or to come .

Half buried
under sand
Snag in rotting
clothes
Maggots
feasting on dead
flesh
Somehow
so out of place

East Bay , Panama City , 1962

It was only . . . a long time ago . . .

Living came easier
and harder were the mistakes . . .
or was it the other way around ?

Love was always one of those mistakes

(another after another)

Breathing is the hardest thing to do with a heart of
shattered glass

And the shards cut deeper when you try to pick up the pieces

And before you know it everybody sees you bleeding all over yourself

or is it you hope they do ?

After a long while it doesn't really matter . . . does it ?