I Do Be

With these two words,
I do, I do
Profess that I
Be joined with you.

With these two rings
You and I wear,
Our hands are bound
Into one pair.

With these two lips
That to you speak,
I'll place a kiss
Upon your cheek.

With these two arms
That you enclose,
I'll hold you close
And not let go.

With these two hearts
Now knit as one
We'll join two loves
Not soon undone,

With every beat,
With every breath,
To live in love
Until our death.

But, baby, we
Too wisely know,
That weeds in every
Garden grow,

So take this pledge
And with me strive,
To keep our love
Each day alive.

Till then, please trust
These words, my dear,
For with this love
We conquer fear.

Let these two ones
United be
And live no more
As you and me,

For these two ones
Are one, not two.
For you are me,
And I am you.

Aperion: There Is No End

Or, Life (Death) in A Nursing Home

To broken hips,
Or crud sealed lips,
To vacant eyes,
Who within lies
A spirit lost
Amid daily cost
Of person paid
Or one off laid.

Aperion! Aperion!
There is no end, Aperion!
To all the things life sucks from death!
To all the gold exhaled from breath!

A person, dross,
A life, no cost.
A hearse, reprieve,
To soul unseen,
Who sits alone
Within her home
With dozens who
Sit with her, too.

Aperion! Aperion!
There is no end, Aperion!
To all the things life sucks from death!
To all the gold exhaled from breath!

To profit from
A life that's done,
Almost, at least,
For soon will cease
The life and breath,
For him near death
The gold will last,
Past spirit passed

The Pearly Gates,
For body baits
The worm to chew
Upon a stew
Of flesh and blood
Till flame and flood
Make gold again
For wicked men

To tread and trade
Till all is made
To look upon
The Holy Throne
When all at last
Was will and past,
And die is live
And curse forgive.

Aperion! Aperion!
There is no end, Aperion!
To all the things life sucks from death!
To all the gold exhaled from breath!

Aperion,
Thy will be done
For now, today,
But 'morrow stays.
For life is life,
And never ends;
When breath shall end,
New breath begins.

Aperion! Aperion!
There is no end, Aperion!
To all the things life sucks from death!
To all the gold exhaled from breath!

Today the milk
From cups is spilt,
Poured one by one
And cold undone,
For routine changed
By crows who reign
On holy trees
By State's decree.

Aperion! Aperion!
There is no end, Aperion!
To all the things life sucks from death!
To all the gold exhaled from breath!

And now it comes,
Their lives are done,
No call no show
They're dead and so
The Living's foe
Can end their show
Of caring that
They even know

That this old man
Now old, once young,
With friends, career
And song unsung,
With no kin left,
Does pray for death,
And marches through
The hall where to

He finds the bed
Where he will wed
His spirit to
The Lord of Dead,
And there release
(Though body ceased)
His spirit to
The Lord who bled

Young boy, now old,
In Aperion's hold,
Don't wait for top
Of morning's cold,
But march into
The Love you knew
At mother's breast
Who first you blessed.

Aperion! Aperion!
There is no end, Aperion!
To all the things life sucks from death!
To all the gold exhaled from breath!

Your father, too,
Will wait for you
There by the Lord
Who can afford
To pay for care
For every hair
Upon your head
He counts, though dead.

Your spirit fled
From body, dead;
Your emptied ghost
From corporal host
Is free, so run
Into the sun.
Aperion's end
Is now your friend.

Open Letter to the World

for Two Shoes

If Jesus Christ be but a myth,
Then let him be the only one worth telling:

That man is spirit,
From spirit come,
To spirit go,
And death be a lesser myth
Than He

That was in the beginning,
And in the end,
And Is now.

Lorraine

Hey!

Wake up!

You should be paying attention!

Who is Jesus?

Who is Lorraine!

Who matters?

You?

Do you care?

Someone does.

Declaration of Interdependence

Speak, and listen,
For he who listens first spoke,
Into the void
To us;
For to those to whom he calls
He listens
For an answer,
Like the howling of a coyote across a dark horizon,
Beneath a full-lit moon,
Or a bell that summons to the congregation
A heavenly host of spirits incarnate.

Who speaks without listening?
Who calls and expects no reply?

Can creation withhold response,
Or the leaf refuse the sun?

Giza

The mystery of the pyramids
That rise above the Nile
Is this:

That we have no better message,
Nor greater will to leave it

Than our fathers,
We, sons.

How do we leave a message
For those who follow us
More clear?

Our universe is ending,
And it always is:

We are present,
Here, now.

The God of all creation
Who summons us to live
Will be.

There is no other message,
Nor any way to leave it

Than by fathers
To sons.

Who ever saw a mountain
Built by an ancient hand

And hoped?

Look up to higher mountains

And down more regal valleys.

Of death,

And live.

Children of God

Be not dismayed by what He does:
He does not do to you.
But in all things reveals his grace,
And He will pull you through
Whatever pain, sadness, and tears
That fall upon your soul,
Until the Lamb of God reveals
That he has made you whole.

Be not dismayed by what will come,
But hope in what will follow.
For all who hope in God will learn
That their hope is not hollow,
For God has filled their emptiness
With a spirit that is strong,
That holds you up when you fall down,
For you to Him belong.

Be not dismayed by what men say,
Nor by what men will do.
For nothing that a man has done
Can ever conquer you.
For you are bought by God's own hand
And He will guide you thorough
Whatever trouble men will bring,
For they can't trouble you.

Be not dismayed, my little ones,
And do not start to fear.
There is no pain that you will bear
Nor sadness born through tears
That is not known by Holy Ghost
Who sits with God above,
And calls to you trust in Him,
For this is your end: Love.

Be not dismayed, my daughters three,
For God will bring you home,
To sit with Him eternally
By his majestic throne,
For the days you spend on earth
Are but a single breath,
For after life, and after strife,
There is no longer death.

Be not dismayed, but look to God,
Who calls down from above,
And says, "No longer be dismayed,
Nor fear, for I am Love."
Open your heart to trust in Him,
For He will always be,
The Father that has loved you most,
My precious daughters three.

Solomon's Temple

See there? That was your first mistake.
The temple is the Lord's.
It was not made by human hands,
Nor its foundations poured
Down from the troughs of cement trucks,
Nor mason laid its bricks.
A temple built on Holy Mount
Is but the Devil's trick.

The temple that the Lord has built
Is this: the flesh of man.
He raised it up from stones of earth
And in his ribs has spanned,
The dwelling where the spirit dwells,
And flows within its grooves,
Rivers of blood that mix with breath
And makes his temple move.

God does not live in house of stone
Built by a human hand,
Nor does his spirit dwell within
A dwelling place of man.
But God has raised up his own tent,
And there inside he dwells
In comfort when the Son of Man
Submits it to his will.

For God needs not a golden throne,
Nor altar built of stone,
The Lord Jehovah dwells in flesh,
In human skin and bone.
His temple will never be built
On David's Holy Hill.
His spirit, Jesus Christ did prove,
Resides where spirit will.

A spirit is a living thing,
Not dead, like bricks of gold.
It lives inside a human being;
It is not bought, nor sold.
It takes its dwelling where it will,
And dwells where it will do.
So open up your temple doors,
And let it dwell in you.

The temple built by Solomon
Was his and not the Lord's,
So Jesus said to tear it down
And watch it be restored.
For never was a temple built
The Lord hath dwelt within
Except for flesh and blood and bone
Enclosed by human skin.

Melchizedek

Do you know how precious
Your image is,

This one,

The one you have manifested

In your mind

Yarn,
Sand,

Air.

Do you know the difference

Between a photograph,
And a sculpture,
And a poem?

Remember this,

In remembrance of

The bread
And the wine.

(The Revelation)

Jah VH

Who are you that I praise,
That I want You to know,
Who are you that has set the sun
And caused the seed to grow?

Who are you that is there,
Who are you that is was,
Who are you that did set the sun
And made the is to was?

Who are you that is that,
Who am I that is me,
Who are you that is his and her,
Who are you that will be?

Who are you that will be
After I am is dead?
Who are you that I will I arise
To face, and then be wed?

I know not what you are.
I know not what I am.
I know not what you want from me.
I am. You are. I am.