At best, you're standing still,
if you're not moving forward.
If you're not moving forward,
you're falling behind.
Serve Creation,
move forward.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Closet Curtain Clicks
Closet curtain clicks
and the Princess slides into the tangle
Again a gain in being almost virgin
Touch of mint upon his cheeks
She is intrinsic to apple glow.
a still life portrait before a ruined convent
Curtain clicks
Pond fish positioned in the ready
for the priceless one time gulp
Whilst dragonflies cull and craft
the near, the dear
arabesques of aerodynamics
and the Princess slides into the tangle
Again a gain in being almost virgin
Touch of mint upon his cheeks
She is intrinsic to apple glow.
a still life portrait before a ruined convent
Curtain clicks
Pond fish positioned in the ready
for the priceless one time gulp
Whilst dragonflies cull and craft
the near, the dear
arabesques of aerodynamics
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Maids Like Me
Take in rains at dusk
full-wide nostrils
.
Ears hear the song.
the pitter patter.
Purity is sought.
Truth is given.
full-wide nostrils
.
Ears hear the song.
the pitter patter.
Purity is sought.
Truth is given.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Cart and Latern
Another Place, Same Ole Planet
My pulse is Russian.
my eyes Jewry
I identify with caravans,
an ancestral proclivity.
I understand the atheist.
I once was there too.
Now I'm at another place
still grounded to the planet.
My pulse is Russian.
my eyes Jewry
I identify with caravans,
an ancestral proclivity.
I understand the atheist.
I once was there too.
Now I'm at another place
still grounded to the planet.
A Ghost of A Chance
From second to hour
first day to last
In grief as in wait,
in urgency's haste
In earthquakes
as in civil unrest
Pray the all day communication
in the hollow of timelessness,
In the wells of lost and found
the quiet thoughts of souls at rest
first day to last
In grief as in wait,
in urgency's haste
In earthquakes
as in civil unrest
Pray the all day communication
in the hollow of timelessness,
In the wells of lost and found
the quiet thoughts of souls at rest
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Spare Change, Christian?
You've heard per chance of String Theory,
Blessed is the Hymn whose 5-note name Everlasting!
I smell the rains tonight come in sheets into the port city where I live.
I thrill to see the rivers of the streets resulting run rampant
diked by curbs, cascading into the sewer lines,
from there flowing onward to the sea in slips,
back up again rising into clouds and down once more in sheets
as has happened in the before when Earth fumed,
and from magnum torrents emerged the green, green isles
of the Pacific.
Reality is change.
Change is Master. Change is Mistress.
It is for said reason that when the parking lots beggars of me inquire
if I have spare change, I must respond in truth:
Spare change does not exist!
Blessed is the Hymn whose 5-note name Everlasting!
I smell the rains tonight come in sheets into the port city where I live.
I thrill to see the rivers of the streets resulting run rampant
diked by curbs, cascading into the sewer lines,
from there flowing onward to the sea in slips,
back up again rising into clouds and down once more in sheets
as has happened in the before when Earth fumed,
and from magnum torrents emerged the green, green isles
of the Pacific.
Reality is change.
Change is Master. Change is Mistress.
It is for said reason that when the parking lots beggars of me inquire
if I have spare change, I must respond in truth:
Spare change does not exist!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Torah
There are not enough hours in the day
to tinker the tinks which need thinking
There arenot enough years in a life
to examine the Law of Instruction
Be then, consoled, we have eternity
for ample worship
to tinker the tinks which need thinking
There arenot enough years in a life
to examine the Law of Instruction
Be then, consoled, we have eternity
for ample worship
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