I am waiting for an encounter.
A shout from the roof top
a sweet drop of water on the tongue.
I am waiting to get my seat unbuckled
to get out of the chair.
to be done.
to see what fair and balanced looks like.
I am waiting , now.
A siren scream
a waking dream
a timely spoken word
like the new song , heard
I am waiting for belief to become sight.
I am waiting for light and sweet.
I am waiting for meat to replace the milk
for my sword to be placed back in its hilt.
for Peace.
I am waiting ,NOW
it is slow
but I am patient
because
I can hear the cries and feel the labor pangs.

Awe struck

Awestruck
tucked inside the belly of a whale
Jonas
having responded to every which way
our course we set in the day
regret at our bed
remorse before death
wait for answers in our rest.
And the answer is,
BLOOD
drawn while we were sleeping
still yet in sin
the transfusion was accomplished-
we succeeded death,being hooked and clubbed.
That was the accompanying result of
being left too long out of Your water.
I didn't even stop to catch my breath
I was flopping on the floor
a small dot of a fish
when all of a sudden...
vomited on the shore
white as wet skin for a long time.
Hello

stymied

cooked
stalled in halls of
fallen called
to lull and crawl
past rust and dusted pasted waste.

Once upon a time,
in a city called
Forever
lived a contrived being
made perfect
then tested
who was
you.
And although you
fried when tossed in a pan full of grease
or
rusted when sent to the bottom of the deep blue see-
YOU MADE IT AWAKE AGAIN!
it was all just a dream

stymied:any situation in which one is obstructed or frustrated

Sign Post

There's this sign post in the road.
My glasses are fogged up so that I can't read it clearly.
I think that it says STOP
but by the time I make out the third letter, I have forgotten the first two , have passed it and almost gone off the road.
In a few minutes, there is another sign post. It says basically the same thing . At least the letters seem shaped the same way , there seems to be as many as before , but the sun gets in my eyes and so I miss its meaning again.
Maybe it says Stop or maybe it says Enough ,Quiet, or Remember. I don't know and its beginning to bother me because it keeps popping up every few miles. Maybe its not there, maybe I just wish that it was,a directional to life's behavior.I want to stop the vehicle so that I can not only check the water and oil levels but also write down what it says and tuck it in my pocket.
I would begin the message with these words : Thus saith the Lord.
But then I might tear it up because, what if thus doesn't saith the Lord? What if saith thou only me? I'm thinking that if it is not tainted with a particular agenda and smells really fresh it must be from God. I need that right now. A freshening.
Here comes the sign again...
L
I
S
T
E
N

No End of Poetry

The knowing of the Three is enough to braid any rhyme or meter ,

cohesive.

Their tough bonded cord tightened toward the light of day

pulls us away from futility

with a towline of agility.

We bend straight.

Forced with line or weight,trees.

our stretch is clean...

or not.

Lack of subtility means forgetfulness.

Our best face forward is shrouded nobility,

when

our limited personal identity is dispersed,disposed,deleted.

We are becoming.

Who are we?

YOU...YOU...YOU...

amen. Let it be as you have said.

SATISFACTION GARANTEED

WHEN OUR MEMORY OF ETERNITY IS FREED.