10.14.09
❡ Cold and partly cloudy skies
A greyness settles on the land
Seeps into the skin
Soaks up all rays of sun
And it penetrates my bones, my veins
The greyness stays beneath the skin
Hibernating like a bear in her den
Dry fur flowing from my head to my feet
Softly blowing through me its snarly breeze
10.22.09
❡There are spiders on the T.V.
There is media all over me
We can never do exactly right
Spinning webs of intellect
Catching simple minded humans on the net
Fooling flies into supporting our demands
And we all go on humming
A simple tune we got from all the buzzing
9.27.09
❡Is there a poet in the sanctuary
A lowly man in the midst
Of an eternal Being
Able to summon words to describe Him?
An impossible task to take on
For mere words are unable
To contain even those things He has done
And some people interpret them as token fable
Oh dear and intelligent man
Don't be so naive to think
That God does not hold in hand
The very words that will describe Him
There is a poet in the holy sanctuary
Summoning words from the depths of soul
By listening to the movements of silence
Among icon and stained glass window
God does give, and man will receive
A frame of sentence and stanza
To picture the glory of Him we believe
And there... finding a feeling that's contagious
