A Poem (05-06-2011)

I need to think with led,
to get the malaise out of my head;
swiftly salute the river,
undaming silly solutions
explode like a waterfall
pounding lakes below;
forget not as I
travel to and fro,
foam little at my acquittal.
justice will soon be done,
how else could we bear its vacancy?
Caution on its side
roasting the wrong hide.
I haven’t seen so many mistakes
played out in fair ways.
Call them what you will,
they are what they are,
not as perceived.

07.05.2011 (A Poem)

Help seems always
only on the way.
The golden ray
with no star
scraping the horizon’s edge.
Hedged,
a buffer,
anticipations,
nerves dead.
Give no more
breath for my sighs to breathe;
ground for the wealth of weeds.

01.04.11

Thank you for my mutability;
the insecurity of sin.
Once dead; not now.
Sleeping asunder; sharp as thunder.
Thank you that I'm unstable;
able to cut away at the label.
I can conform to your contours.

[02-07-2011]

The way I reckon it:
grab you a plan
then run somewhere in the land.

1.1.11

Foolish, faithless, heartless, ruthless
nipping at God with a faith that’s toothless.
Seeing Him with eyes gone black;
with a mind gone slack;
trading the bang for the God of the track.

06-24-2010

Out of graves come diamonds
Out of dirt came man
Out of time comes wisdom
Out of grace, God’s hand.
Prudence passions forth
providence’s plan.