ME : The Central Park Horse

Sent: 4/30/2006 10:42 PM


does anyone think about the Horse
lined up along Central Park South?


looking, seeing
into the windsheilds
of taxis flying by
waiting for a slap
on the behind
living
but not the life
running, flying
through
the wooded
hills

there must be
something more
than the life of a central
parked horse
tied up
and bound
with blinders looking
towards a mirrior
of the tailgate
before her

He only listens
to the touch
on his ass
as to when
to begin walking
so he should be
starting
instead of simply
being a slave
within a cemit
concrete
statue

prohibited from
galloping
in wide open spaces
hearing, singing songs
of running the stampede
through Your Open Door
horses running
wild and free
and held in Arms
Loving without reigns

God, let that Central Park
Horse
be stretched
out
across
the wide
green and blue
towards
the orange
blazing sun.


Son

ME : not about land

Sent: 4/20/2006 8:41 PM


it's not about land
it is not about that land
it's about the land
upon your heart
do you think smart

it's about the field
of you
that you plow
and grow
and harvest
guided by the Gardner

it's not about land
it is not about any land
it's about the Earth
within your heart
rumble grumble
you begin to start

now run

ME : Prayer is all about Love.

Sent: 4/15/2006 6:10 PM


Prayer is all about Love.
So just listen,
and call out,
accept the Love,
God pours out for you.
There's no reason to argue
over prayer.
We all call out.
And still always,
the Love of God,
we receive.

Happy Easter!

He Is Risen!

ME : strawberries

Sent: 4/14/2006 11:19 PM


i remember fresh strawberries
right off the field
red plump and busty
smothered in icing
sugar and cream

i look today at slicied
and diced straw
berries on an dessert
plate looking
like mere
cabbage

ME : Patient

Sent: 4/14/2006 11:16 PM


i am patient
because God
is patient
with me

ME : flake snow

Sent: 4/14/2006 11:10 PM


flake
snow
fall
unique
each
one
flake
snow
fall
steps
misteps
fall
snow
fall
blow
around
pushed
pulled
this
way
or
another
until
finally
found

uniquely
here

ME : birds

Sent: 4/6/2006 9:47 PM


As I lay looking up
towards my tent's roof
and listen to the radiator
whiz and hiss,
I long for those days
as a child in Arkansas,
with my body resting
on a grass green bed
where my Mother Earth kissed.

Looking far off
into the night black sky,
looking up to the stars
then reflecting in my mind
with closed eyes,
I hear the chirps,
sneezes,
and melodies
of another kind.

Their conversation
is fascinating
as they call
to one another,
their rhythm
divine;

beats
of nature
resound
in their
voices.


and then
a transition

ME : before it's gone

Sent: 4/6/2006 9:43 PM


you got to stop sitting back into it
and start walking it
see the adventure of life
know it
before it's gone

ME : beautiful today

Sent: 4/6/2006 9:40 PM


that was beautiful today
walking through the tomb
an empty baptismal pool

the last time i walk
through those waters
was when i was eleven

and into a new life for me

ME : arkansas

Sent: 4/6/2006 9:36 PM


wave wheat
to me
say hello

ME : Alright

Sent: 4/6/2006 9:33 PM


i'm my shadow looking for the real me,
searching outside the clouds for the sun
who's there for me.

i'm gray reaching for the light
hoping and praying for true sight,

and i'm the black that completely agrees
that together we'd make more colors
than seen.

i'm a bit of both,
the black and the white,

so i'm me

and to God
that's Alright.