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finished my own cleaning turned off the flow of water and now here i stand

naked because i am alone

when i look toward the mirror i see only the gray haze

all that’s created is steam and  fleeting

so appropriately a byproduct of my self-absorption

depending on my timing and my position, could see despair or perhaps my brilliance

as bright as the son on the day you died.

“i want to love You instead of my self i want to see Your beauty beyond the fog”

a true cry my desire or a passing thought in a sea of lies

trust you of course, not quite as easy as singing this song or maybe it is

because this is a pretty hard one, fluctuating tones and all

bet that sounds familiar, oh how thankful i am that Your love never fails, or even fluctuates

like my i do when our flesh of flesh and bone of bone feels more like a heart and a stone

You know and now i see that’s the original problem, too invested in me

what this song is all about 6 billion times already in this stream of poetry

like a toxic pollution a pornographic image of me is what i’m singing, the lust for life, my own at best

at least, i suppose taking theirs will do

this lust corrupts

You know and now i see that’s the original problem, me

Here is another raw recording for your listening pleasure.  This one will be especially enjoyable, it is from our Family Weekend with the choir!

i will follow (mp3)

i will follow (chart)

This is a raw live recording of a song we wrote earlier this year, here is the mp3 and the chart… Enjoy!

Thank God (chart)

Thank God (mp3)

Heard this on the radio today and thought they were beautiful and intriguing…

Follow this link to read more poems and find out about his very interesting and original style.

THE SLIM FIR-SEEDS

WANTING SUMPTUOUS HEAVENS

No one grumbles among the oyster clans,
And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer.
Only we, with our opposable thumbs, want
Heaven to be, and God to come, again.
There is no end to our grumbling; we want
Comfortable earth and sumptuous heaven.
But the heron Standing on one leg in the bog
Drinks his rum all day, and is content.

This song is from the ancient Odes of Solomon.  Let it inspire you with it’s beauty like it inspired and is inspiring me.

1 My heart was cloven and its flower appeared; and grace sprang up in it: and it brought forth fruit to the Lord, 2 For the Most High clave my heart by His Holy Spirit and searched my affection towards Him: and filled me with His love. 3 And His opening of me became my salvation; and I ran in His way in His peace even in the way of truth: 4 from the beginning and even to the end I acquired His knowledge: 5 And I was established upon the rock of truth, where He had set me up: 6 And speaking waters touched my lips from the fountain of the Lord plenteously: 7 And I drank and was inebriated with the living water that doth not die; 8 And my inebriation was not one without knowledge, but I forsook vanity and turned to the Most High my God, 9 And I was enriched by His bounty, and I forsook the folly which is diffused over the earth; and I stripped it off and cast it from me: 10 And the Lord renewed me in His raiment, and possessed me by His light, and from above He gave me rest in incorruption; 11 And I became like the land which blossoms and rejoices in its fruits: 12 And the Lord was like the sun shining on the face of the land; 13 He lightened my eyes and my face received the dew; the pleasant odour of the Lord; 14 And He carried me to His Paradise; where is the abundance of the pleasure, of the Lord; 15 And I worshipped the Lord on account of His glory; and I said, Blessed, O Lord, are they who are planted in thy land and those who have a place in thy Paradise; 16 And they grow by the fruits of the trees. And they have changed from darkness to light. 17 Behold! all thy servants are fair, who do good works, and turn away from wickedness to the pleasantness that is thine: 18 And they have turned back the bitterness of the trees from them, when they were planted in thy land; 19 And everything became like a relic of thyself, and memorial for ever of thy faithful works. 20 For there is abundant room in thy Paradise, and nothing is useless therein; 21 But everything is filled with fruit; glory be to thee, O God, the delight of Paradise for ever. Hallelujah.