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 ?

I see you smiling
through the fence
of my enduring fears

See you riding your horse
this year after years

Watched you stir up the red clay dust that was whisped away by a thunderstorm's gust


See you wipe away tears
of joy and happiness

And the tears of sad goodbyes

What ever happened to Búzios Bay , Brazil ?

Now I will never know

A thief walks in . . .
a robber runs out .

"There is no truth or mercy in the land . By swearing and lying , stealing and killing and committing adultery , they break all restraint , with bloodshed upon bloodshed . Therefore the land will mourn ; and everyone who dwells there will waste away with the beasts of the field and the birds of the air ; even the fish of the sea will be taken away ."

So he gave you a forest
that was so thick
so you could cut down and rub together and make fire from it's sticks

He showed you how to dig up the ore . Turn it into iron to make the tools so you could do even more

You made an axe , a hammer and nails
Cut down more trees
And from his given knowledge you learned so well

So what did you do with the wood that you hewed ?
And what of the hammer and the nails , what did you do ?

You layed him on a cross of wood and hammered the nails through
Through his flesh for something he didn't do

Bump under the bed
Shuffle in the closet
Just my imagination
all in my head

Nothing else
almost asleep
loudest thump
from the toy trunk

Leaping up  
out of the covers
on top of the bed
Oh , the sudden dread

WHAT !
silence instead
I know it's all
coming to a head

Flashlight in hand
Buzz Lightyear laser
And my trusty
Star Wars phaser

Out of the corner
my eying the black cat
**** you Satan
**** !

The days have past
when I would kiss a lass

When it comes to drink I now pass

No longer dare I to hold a
hand
Nor will I run
Nor make a stand

I'm an old ruffled grouse of a Pheonix







Lying/Laying on my bed of cold ashes


just waiting on a spark of some kind  .

Mercy is shown to the guilty
Leniency is a matter of justice , not mercy
But no one is ever unfair for not showing mercy
Are we not all guilty of something ?

I was out on a winter's morn
Picking up toppled rocks
and mending wall .

By perchance my neighbor he was due .
But he was taking down the rocks and hauling them off until his face turned blue

"What gives ?" , I querried of him .

"I've been accused that my mind is walled in ! I'm out here to disprove all of them ."

"I think that was a literal figure of speech . You've over reacted and broken breech !"

He paused to wipe the sweat
I thought surely now he would realize yet .

But he continued to dismantle the wall .

If he was playing poker he would be raising the bet after he made the last call .

Yeah , that's what I here , hear or heard
You've got the fastest car around in this herd
Got the latest technology
Comes with extraordinary sound
Nobody that's no one can even compare
It climbs the mountains
and comes with all of the thrills to scare
But eventually it's where the rubber hits the road that will cause you to tare
It all comes down to the age that wears
Before now but surely not long
Before it turns into too little too late
The slowing process doesn't stop when you hit the brakes
Then you find that your joy has turned to wrinkles that rust
Wind up as scrap metal that has to be crushed
Every car has it's day on the road and then it's flat tires won't spin and it's down time to commode
. . . sigh . . . but the road goes on forever

I cannot say a slithe in form
But a rapture to my ears
Once I categorized
all the songs
It brought me low to tears

But in the dark of
nocturnal dreams
I cried out in dispair
To hear the incessant
thrill of the mocking bird
made me pull my hair

Now the nights have been reclaimed
goodbye to the nights of all my pain
The mockingbird no longer thrills at 3 a.m.
It has met a tragic end

It is said to be true :
(1) That the Spirit dwells within the body
(2) That the Spirit is more important than the body
(3) That they must be opposites from the beginning

The spirit lives on
The body doesn't
If the spirit is evil it will
destroy a good body
If the spirit is good it can save an evil body

This give and take and conflict molds the destination of both

There's no food for the body
Unless the spirit challenges us to sew the seed

There is but one body
There is but one soul

Both fighting to take total control

Will vs Will

Who will be supreme in the end ?

"Thy Will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven"

Like a coin there are three sides to everyone

What is there not to like ?

What is there to be liked ?

What a lot of What-a-burger
cough , cough , could you step back out of the light ?

I caught you with your finger in the hole

the one that plugs the leaking waters of the ****

Saw you hike up your skirt
just checking to see if all was tight

Yes I wonder if you are all right

I do the same myself

I opened up many doors
just to have them slammed in my face

What if we all were born of age and reversed the time that went ?

Would we fret the womb and the unaging going back ?

When I pause to think of you I try to not tarry long

It was just a lighter shade to the pale of winter and it was just a hazy song