Roll Jordan Roll

 

 

everyone I know is despising cold

the way tomorrow and

yesterday hate today my monkey

mind is getting tired of

riding on my back through the

San Diego fog rolling

in, like Jordan rolls, Jordan,  my

maiden name that River of Israel

returned to me in my recent marriage

to my woman love, two wives make

something America does not like to

write about, so back to the fog

she rolled up to meet me

utter blind beauty

covering the shore and sea

i thought to walk on water

but my hip is sore from

wrestling with the angels

so i stayed on shore and

lost my limp praising Life

in an hour long walk

and a great cup of coffee

 

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Monday Morning Meditation

i pull the newly re-batteried Prius

into a spot in the heart of Pacific Beach

it’s not one of the more pristine spots

in San Diego’s beauty shores

the arch has a locked gate

where tourist cabins sit on

the peer, sheltered from the

filth they and others have created

trash overflows everywhere

 

i’m here looking, i’ve asked to see

the One Love to look out on

this little world the we inhabit with

Your all-knowing eyes

 

rain clouds gather over the 

water a testament to my lover’s

prayers to conquer our drought

she knows beyond all doubt who’s

in control and there is

Only One

 

on the cement walk beside the

sand harsh smell of excrement alerts

me to the homeless guy i greet

his feces-coated hand opens a Bud

he sits in stupored filth far gone and

still i know that there is

Only One

 

garbage spills from every can

the truck will come but now

the mess just lays undaunted

i take a photo of a discarded valentine

i’m interrupted but by the hand of an indignant white

haired man who  grabs it with disdain

self-righteous a disgusted pharisee,

and still i know that there is

Only One

 

something tells me the coffee hut

in the strip mall close to home

the owners foreign accent makes me

feel at home, compassion spelled out

in large letters on her mini-fridge 

a love song and deep gratitude exchanged

disguised as latte and a tip because we 

know that there is

Only One

 

i look out on this world and see you everywhere

i know beyond all doubt that there is

Only One

The Hand

 

 

 

 

 

House Cleaning

Revised version. There were some bad typo errors from publishing the wrong draft!

 

i wash the feet

of this house

come stroll 

with me i’ll

take you to

where you can

feel the kisses

of love, here

hands hold

you, love’s arms

around you

my tears 

bathe your weary

holy heart

my unbound  hair

drying your longings.

Oh Martin…A Wish

i wish you were here

i saw you then standing

like a deer in the presence

of the  hunters who were

hiring guns you stood finally

for the thing that would bring

you to death, you called out to

the Wall Street war mongers not

a sound of blame on your tongue

but even the invitation to wholeness

you made, we met with sting and barb

of wasp and power, even those now cry  

with me the song of oh i wish you were here

 

you started where the white folks in Birmingham

would kill kids who came following you to freedom

the young still hold such hope for truth and love while

the parents hold their strong lies like guns pointing at the

messenger but Martin, we are at those same crossroads again

our children have lost hope in the materialistic horror the father

of lies has created. Our grand children can’t even touch the meager

hustle of their tired parents the bell tolls but not for us who saw and lost you

the stars are singing their symphony for you, Jesus, Gandhi and for those whose

names were never on anyone else’s tongue. you ended with a cry for an equal share of 

the power of abundance.  saying leave off the greed, come home to love you sang, see walk

this way that day you meant to lead us all the way, we’re here again waiting for liberation, your

brothers your sisters, your children and grands standing at the threshold of glory, our song is still we

shall overcome, but God, we wish as always long into this night of our discontent, that you were with us here.

 

The Only Question: AM I MADE OF GOD?

 

Yeah though I walk through the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Psalm 23

 

Sitting by the bed

Of this shadow

I’m calling out to the

Arms that hold the universe.

 

Pray she says and

So I sing of

Perfect peace like a river

I sing love lives here.

 

I rock out with

Fear go back to your

Hell hole, there

Is no room or bed for

Your nothingness in this house of the One.

 

I gently rub her back

As I sing with sisters and bros

On Youtube, I refuse the screaming

Lungs…she is only light and Godness.

 

Maybe God comes here in the night

Oh No! She has always been everywhere

But when I sing, I can see the light of her face

Laughing with me at this fear of nothing.

Spirit

 

They spend their days and bad nights

Reading from the book of life seeking

Something so drastic the walls of hell

Will fall away leaving love alone in the room

 

Breathe I chant from the other room

Making poems and writing lines

Breathe I yell into the sunset, breathe

For God’s sake, but not really for hers for yours

 

Is this swosh in and out over and over

Soundless unless it becomes labored then louder than thunder

Seeking escape, wanting it back, letting it go

Some nights I feel you entering the room sweetening

The air filling the dark lungs with your soft breath.