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Sunday Sermons

it was not Sunday

but it was Sun Day

for the light did not fail me

this day

like as certain as certain can be

you did rise

messages have flooded our consciousness

with choices of no end

and dreams

are but that gate

where we may escape

and visit upon our convictions

without conviction

and guilt

the silt lies at the bottom of the pool

a place where fools lie

searching for shadows

to hide from them selves

but this can not be achieved

can it ?

why does man choose still

to parade as clowns of knowing

yet continue sowing

seeds of discord

in what could be

the prefect garden ?

we ardently participate

playing the Game of Life

while the Milton Bradleys

provide us with vicarious triumphs

and the Parker Brothers and Mattels smile on

all the way to the Bank

depositing remnants

of our Bankrupt futures

because we let the Brokers break us

as we trust

as we are told to

they took God

and put his Eye

on the Dollar

and your eye to

as we say aye,

yes, i understand

what you would have me do

though i have little clue

about the totality of the game is

my nose smells Denmark

and something is rotten

and it is not the cheese

so perhaps i will go to Church

and listen

to another of those Sunday Sermons

of Fox News

or CNN

and then again

i can begin again

to start to understand

what it is you are teaching me

and then i can preach it to the masses

just like you told me to

in those Sunday Sermons

in the darkness

an ember glow

from my cigarette

a solitary light

in the bright of day

essence swallowed

does the light burn any lesser ?

what is a light amongst

the brilliance of the day

in the night i travel

and i can see that of my own

illuminating pathways

that may footsteps may be sure

and i stumble not

in the darkness

God is Mad

total consciousness

is total madness

to see every quark, neutron and electron

dancing in perfect symphonious expression

weaving unfathomable endless realities

for our verity

is quite frightening

enlightening is one thing

but don’t shine it too brightly

for we would lose our nightly

respite

wouldn’t we

there would be no escape

where one could find solace

peace

stillness

or quiet

the riot we call life

would be endless

and we would be defenseless

to stop the onslaught of

activity

a proclivity

i would rather not experience

if you do not mind

in my present state of being

i gladly accept the present seeing

and the possibilities

of seeing it all

simultaneously

this is why

i think

God is Mad

cause i know i would be

to be so

i stand here

i am the infinite expressing it’s self

that mortal man

may understand

the horizon of all men’s dreams

lay as waste

at my feet

and they tickle my toes

and imaginations are borne

in variegated dimensions

with variegated colors

and variegated tones

i am the stillness

i am the silence

i am Soul

that marches ever forward

in the illusion

that movement exists

in this void

i am chaos

and i am order

i am as duplicitous

as i choose

or i am singular

in my expressions

dreams are but the conjurings

of an untethered mind

and that is the gift

of all gifts

that you may be entertained

with your own awareness

infinity is but a word

that speaks to

a field of wonder

that has no end

grow flowers if you must

or grow weeds

if you please

for you please your self

as you elect to

in your praelective ways

we, the “i”

are the prefects

of the perfect

if that is the way you

select to see it

the world is but

a cooperative experience

you have chosen

to share

in your group therapy session

where you are learning

the values of confession

of your truth

to your self expression

embrace what you will

for it is yours to will

or to Babel

Towers are awaiting to be built

will you find the Rock

for the foundation

that your efforts

not be in vain ?

and i ask

what was it

or who was it

that Cain slew

if you truly knew

you would say

it was not Abel who was slain

but the promise

of what could have been

had we taken

the other road

and drank from the other cup

and held to

the thought

we were all too willing

to let go

for the lore

that never was

for it never was

save in thy own

quixotic theaters

where wonder and reality

coexist

as possibilities

of what may be

if we but just deem it

to be so

when the call comes

upon the sandy sloped banks

of the stream of consciousness

we sit

listening

to the rushing movements

of the waters

contemplating at times

while

most times lost

in the ambiance of the moments

we do not always see the connection

but we feel it

and we hold to

give to

some etheric expression

which remains unquantifiable

there are reflections

that dance

light that flickers

as memories are stirred

about times of old

we have put away

this is but another place

where the seeds of Dreams are made

that we may one day plant them

in the soils of our hopes

there are sounds of familiarity

tickling quaint colors

into fruition

as we imagine life

beyond

and the streams flows continually

to some greater expression

of it’s self

only to return

with but a breath

so we tether it

bind it

as we attempt to

define it

that our reason

not appear as failed

for how would we look at our selves

we know the time soon come

when we shall have to rise

from this place of respite

for even flowers must bloom

when the call comes

be noble

my hands have bled ‘tween tasks of toil

for purpose was my lot

my Soul was sent to bear a light

and i have not forgot

i taste the wine from grapes man bears

and was drunken for a day

thy voice still speaks and i still hear

lest i forget my way

the gate is kept by latch, by guard

by those who keep the sleep

the children thirst by the rivers edge

they drink the tears they weep

sorrow last, sorrow pass

and time still marches on

collect but mortal mem’ries

and the day my child soon gone

can not you hear the beat the drum

that call from yonder place

where hor’zons meet reality

which soon we come to face

children’s smiles are beckoning

let thy heart awake

but 2 commands we must know

for love never forsakes

the time has come to listen

open thy eye and let

the truth be seen and recognize

the fat lady sung not yet

linger not on the path

‘tis work still yet be done

rejoice in thy becoming

and battle still yet be won

we each may wield our holy sword

and speak what must be heard

you know what you’ve come to do

give spirit unto thy word

be noble

all over again

she keeps me on my toes

29 hours a day

she extends me

beyond my boundaries

with her i see the greater me

and the possibility

of what i may become

for my sum is always questioned

and my tolerance

apparently

knows no end

the things i defend

she proves to be invalid

like that Caesar Salad

with no dressings

no croutons

but i still find her

palatable

tasty even

though she is not always digestible

right away

she calls me a friend

then proceeds to torture me

with word lashings

and fashionings

from some dark nether region

of her mind

and as we dig together

in the soils of potential

we usually find a light

or delude ourselves so

she is an alchemist

she can take any stone or coal

and make diamonds

and all men vie

to taste her magic

but it is i who has it

we dance the dance of fools

seeking folly

wherever we may find it

for in the minds of the mindless

there is a veritable wisdom

to be had

so i say let us skip

to the precipice

and look over the edge together

and perhaps we shall get lucky this day

and fall in love

all over again

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Notes from the Coffee Table : Series

Notes on the Coffee Table

i woke up this morning

yawning

as usual

with the dawning Light

The bright Sun was beaming

through our window

making the call

to begin the tasks of the day

i rolled over

to where my Love

my Lover

should have been

and she was not there

i thought nothing of it

perhaps she was in the Bathroom

or the Kitchen

making ready

to do her daily thing

. . . Love me

loving me

and me loving her

i did detect the aroma

of Coffee wafting

through the air

and my face wrinkled

with an expectation

of seeing her again

her face

as i kissed her lips

and embraced her hips

as i drew her into my space

i held that vision

of we two

in the kitchen

and that first sip of Coffee

and a Cigarette

i went to the bathroom

brushed my teeth

washed my face

and i took a leak

flushed the toilet

and exited

and made my way

to where she would be

the Kitchen

My love, my Lover

was no where to be found

but i did smell those fresh grounds

steaming

as the Sun was beaming

through our Kitchen window

i wondered

where has my Love gone

i poured my self a cup

doctored it with

Sugar and Cream

as the steam

tickled my nostrils

i took a sip

lit me a cigarette

and puffed

inhaled

and sighed

i went to the Living Room

the room where we lived out

most of our days together

i sat on the couch

grabbed the Daily News

and i noticed

a neatly folded paper

sitting there waiting

for me

to investigate

what it was

and what it may have to say

i started to dismiss it

but i could not resist it

so i picked it up

and this is

what it said

My Dear Love

This morning i have awakened before you

instead of with you.

I have missed out on

our early morning greetings

and our session of love

but i did make you some

fresh coffee.

You are now more than likely

sitting on the couch

drinking your coffee

and reading this note

my heartfelt attempts

to share with you

my heart felt feelings

As much as i would love

to be with you

in these cherishable moments

of a new day

our new day

i am not

for i am embracing a new way

of my own.

Yes, i have awakened

this day

i have come to an Epiphanic realization

that i want more

i will not be forsaking

the potentials

of what i may become

i want more

things

to explore

why my Soul no longer sings

of it’s joy

during our routinous rehearsals

of the same old songs

we both know

all too well

i long to be young again

in love like a young school girl

on her first date

and of late

all i can think of

is possibilities

of what else i may be missing

life is short

this is what i have seen

this is not to say

i do not love you

for i do

deeper than i have ever loved another

and you gave it back to me

more than i have ever been loved

before

but it is you who opened that door

that spoke to me

awoke me

and showed me

a realm

where i am at the helm

of my life’s ship,

and i thank you

truly i do

but today i have awakened

and i saw the Sunshine

yes, the same old Sun

we see every day

and i wanted to go out

and play

in the fields of life

and feel the rife

of a Joy

i have yet to experience

and i know you do

understand

you will always be my man

and if you are there

when i return

if i choose to return

i will share with you

what i have discovered

about me

and then perhaps

we can uncover

a greater possibility

of what we may become

as One Love

and in closing

i am supposing

that there is a smile in your heart

as i depart to you

what my soul is saying

and speaking to me

and finally . . . i would like to

Thank you for reading this

Note on the Coffee Table

i love you

from The “Notes on the Coffee Table” Series

a note for you . . . i hope you “Get It” . . . get it ?

My Love,

i will not lament

and allow the energy of my confusion

and surprise

to suppress your potential joy

the best i may offer unto you

and life

is a blessing

of God Speed

and a Good Journey

as you wander in your wonder

seeking that which you always had

within you

i do understand your penchant to know

for all Souls should be graced

by the presence

and light

of the actualization

of their greater selves

that truly is a blessing

of the highest order

i shall make no promises

to be idle

and allow my soul to rust

in the trust

that you may return

for i too

do not wish to pick up old things

or sing old songs

for i too long for more

than what i have experienced

in my life thus far

there is no fault

to be had

and our love was far more

than a fad

it was

and is

still valid

for i gave you my heart

as you did for me

so in the end

or should i say

in the new beginning

be that what you wish to be

for you have always been free

to do that

smile at your self

and with your self

in your life path

with each foot step

mile after mile

and the world does smile

with you

so with this

until maybe then

i bid you adieu

it is nice having loved you

and

i love you still

from the "Notes from the Coffee Table Series"

Notes from the Coffee Table # 3

Here i sit

here i sit

contemplating the effects

of change

that has come into our lives

you have chosen a new path

and left me at a juncture

where i too must

decide my direction

and press on

last night

as i lay my head

upon my pillow

i could not help but feel

the silence

the solitude

that such an empty bed

evokes

i have become so accustomed

to the touching

the caresses

the strokes

of each other’s consciousness

because we were present

but you are not here

save for the haunting

daunting

flaunting memories

of what used to be

i found myself indulging

in the divulging

that i too have dwelled

perhaps too much

in that void

of what may be

that chasm

of the expectant me

who has went to sleep

yes i too took you

took us

for granted

i could go on

sharing in this note

i now write

about my struggles last night

that lasted to the dawn

of a new day

but it did not feel so new

and i knew

it was because you

were not there

the Sun did greet me

in spite of me

and what i may have thought

or been thinking

as it was winking at me

between the slats

of the blinds

i forgot to draw them closed

as i have now closed a portion of my heart

which is no longer open

to experience

my perceived hurt

in your absence

yes i am now absent

from the classroom

where i thought

i have come to learn

of my authenticity

which i implicitly

pursued

but what i was pursuing

was my visions

my thoughts

my dreams

and though it may seem

that they were once One

i now know this was not

an ultimate truth

nor a sustaining reality

devoid of pain

yes, now as i examine

the insanity of my falsehood

which i embraced

with a certainty

i must confess,

for i now see

the inanity

of what we men

come to believe

if no one stirs

the conscious stew

we are cooking

but when it is all said and done

i will deliberately come undone

that i may remake my self

mold my self

without an exacerbescence

that only i can conjure

so for as sure

as i sit here in reflection

introspectively inspecting

with retrospection

at the intersection of change

correction is not what i need

nor seek

i just wish to peek

at my self

and the rock that is missing

from my life

that i thought was you

so now, here i sit

at the Coffee Table of my life

writing another Note

in consternation

a compilation of me

looking at me again

these are my Notes from the Coffee Table