Soul Deep

(God in your life)

 When God came calling 

were you peeking around

the corner of that door -

way were you flirting with the idea of

me as your priest

I walk the edge of the earth

and look over the side

always wondering

on a Friday night 

symbols as old as time

relics of a crusade

remind there's a time to live but

mostly we die

in a word you were offered peace

but in another you said goodbye

and God only knows the reasons why for He is 

the only one who can touch your soul deeper than I 

Stay on Point 

 Music is good but

poetry is what makes it

so why not master the language 

It's that southern "bless your heart"      

shit 

that gets me excited 

you can sing but can you

outwit 

the devil and here ya are winning with a bully 

making him chase his tail and laughing like saint George spearing his head we the victorious chant a monotone song of champs 

it's a come around 

like a cool summer

a head to rest near

the edge of a lake 

with a camp girl

and a camp fire

make me warm

babe autumnal 

fire

words blow like 

smoke giving us

meaning and hope

warrior in a garden

another trope but also

a lifeline too many men 

gone to their preferred anodye

sedation is bullshit kid, get up get a 

grip

tilt your head back

just a bit

fast forward to the next millennium 

and the only way to do that is loose your seed

hard and fast 

the earth will recieve the strong

with open arms and joy

just keep your shit

and stay

on point. 

 

 

 

Pomegranate Seed 

(Of Persephone)

When we used to be sensitive to the spirits

you touched nature for the thrill of it

arrowhead in a riverbed and gods beneath 

the streams running wildly in advance

of things to come

dig deep touch

a conduit from 

another time there is a

print of a soul on it

she broke this mustang too quick

and I stopped her in the middle of it

thought of a lie and threw it out

quick but the damage had been done

Cleopatra with her adder 

and I am Mark Antony

stole her from Julius Cesar

with poison still in me

this stallion set free

spooked and foaming 

I rage

and we called it music

you did not know I was a god

myself kings and princes put on the shelf

you didn't know I was beyond your help

I am Hades lord of hell

collect your flowers

collect them well 

it makes sense

for me to 

have 

found you 

with a nymph 

and the earth will

open and you will

see  that there is nothing 

sweeter than pomegranate seed