Monday, October 19, 2009

illegal poems and unpolished pesher from Bethesda and Main: some rhyme and some don't

Someone once said:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
And some don't.

True of my poems.

Actually, they all rhyme.
Like much of Hebrew poetry, the thoughts rhyme.
Or not.
Or not.


stolen by Your song
seduced by Your scroll
stealthed by Your love
skyjacked into control

until my yes was yes
and the cords were cut
i know the cross has crossed me
spared me; snared me, but...

now i lust to live
inside that surrender-dome
till the Dovetail marks my steps
and the temple smells like home

and i
catch Your dreams
catch Your design
dive unafraid
and take terrain and time

Blood it to me, Jesus
Wrestle me into limp and line
Betray my betrayal
Till i eat only from the vine

resting in restlessness
pilgrimmed into place
flooded by templed fire
amazed by illegal grace

i must stay stolen


understudied and reckless fool
spliced heart laments
staccato bravado
Eucharisting torments

still small in grief
Mourning has broken my record of wrongs
tidal wave offering
strange land , banned songs

immersed by the mystic,
simplexity of trust
Sinai volcano
Seeking one justice; not one is just

testation of forty
daze of wilderness retreats
It is written largely
Adonai slyly defeats

i bought faith.


all i want

hating it
baiting it

waiting to be

unfound by anyone but Messiah Man

dying to be
crying to be
not trying to be
consistently insistently persistently
in the place where He is all

all i want
is to walk on water
to break bread for thousands
to touch the hem and hand it to the world

all i need to get there
safe but not sound
is holy impatience
focused fury
to pray with gentle violence,

"Thy Kingdom come

on earth
on Fulton Mall
on time
on me

in Africa
in hell
in droves
in me.

Gethsemane me, Jesus
Moriah me, Messiah

till i bleed and breathe nothing but You"

i won't wait anymore

it is finished

i walk on water
i heal the sick
i do works of Jesus
or i die

-Inspired by this
Bath at Joel's:
sacked by visigoth locustshame
same subtle-evil tries to trip my style
stylusing shame on my stoneheart
hardly makes a dent

don't know why Jireh feeds me
forgets tresspast,
thwarts abaddons i courted,
unruts and leans me into grace's loom.

Spirited dust repents and is romanced;
Pentecosted frolic.
wet, i sing-dream...
and see.


by the dressed,
i zag towards naked clinging

honesty amens ruthless prayers
commends unsteepled friendship
and shakes a few nations

yank me into my dangerous nest-home
where Dove tails
flags burn
and Kingdom falls


"Temple Tantrum"

building no shibboleths
refusing to recite
betraying dignity-religion,

Paradox only lives to buy your dreams
to honor royal bloodline
compelled he is to gift his dad
Focused fury runs to imago -remnant

you failed entrance exam
language high enough not
Funds insufficient
come in, you 've passed
high fashion illegal in palace
dress code redressed
eye-apples den-robbed

walls apart hide
a partheid
Scratch outfoxed
Center my set

Gracing indiscriminate
overturning priority-pews
Lavish anger, ruthless love
Insistent persistent consistent resistant
for all nations a home-house
To incite romance




pain, and chin shouldered down
delighted and stricken
like a Book, open, bled
torn flesh, torn sky, torn veil

Abba absence, Abba close
forsaken by jailor
justice-lightning; mercy-cloud
romantic sacrifice
as Prince thirsts

holiness tree streched out black
to make holy a clown
naked healing shame
aslan roars
wind pours
swims to farthest seas
no east no west
drowns sin
as i fall down
and live


Finally, with lengua in cheek and in check:

Toma mi corazon, mi querida
Haz esto, y me causa alegria
Toma mi corazon, mi querida
Completo con sangre y arteria.


  1. Hey Dave, love your poetry. You really have a gift. Nice to read something you have written.


  2. Been loving your music, too, bro. Keep posting


Hey, thanks for engaging the conversation!