SKIN, KIN

What gets under my skin,

is one with no kin,

With illness inside,

no reality to coincide,

With slaps, and taps, muttering, and puttering,

they walk alone,

singing,  their own song,

Crazy, they might be, but we only see,

The outside, and not inside,

where once was housed a mind so sound,

now only a soul homeless and bound,

To be set free one must come,

To God and his only Son..............

Legion, was found, by a man of renown,

You know the story, it's old and re-told

For when you see another so bound,

remember to pray for a mind so sound.

Every body ask, what I do? Everybody ask what you do? I say, What you mean...?

Everybody always ask what you do? I say, what you mean, what I do? I live. That's what I do.  My job is not who I am. I've had many jobs. I say.  If that's so, then I be many things. They say not so, your work, your passion, what is it? I say and laugh, riiiiiight....I do what I can, when I can, you know? Today it's bein a janitor. Yesteryear it was, a cook, tomorrow, who knows, Lord knows, I say, not important to me.  I just live.  Then they look at me sideways, not knowin what to think.  You see they on the other side of the tracks.  And i'm on this side.  I live day by day, year by year, and it all works out.  They stare.  I think they from Mars, they think, i'm lost......but I know.
     I gave up worry long time ago.  It wasn't worth it. Always thinkin, always wrinkled up my brow, got me ulcers young.  And so here I am 85 and still truckin!  They be 60 and dead.......I smile, walk on........

parajumpers

With a a mighty leap from wings on high
men  dart through earths azure sky
with mirthful grins and hearts aflame
their chutes deployed their fears allayed
like a ball in a glove the earth receives
the feet of men superbly trained

Homeless and nowhere to go.....

     she's about to lingah
     
     directing traffic with her fingah,

     she crosses the black asphalt,

     hoping she's not at fault,

     with eyes open wide,
 
     surely there is no pride,

     with one coat on her back,

     she doesn't look back,

     holes in her shoes,

     there is no new news,

     she scuffles along,

     watching traffic move on,

     windows uptight,

    there sheds no light,

     for from within, a man with a grin,

     feeling so nifty, he full of fifties,

     speeding on by, she begins to cry.........

"THE HOUR HAS COME........"

JOHN 17:1

     The seventeenth chapter of The Gospel of John has always intrigued me.  Why? Because it is the most intimate prayer I think Jesus had just before his betrayal and crucifixion. How exactly are we privy to these words of prayer?  It would seem that Jesus would have been as his usual manner be alone when praying this. Who then was near enough to hear this prayer of his and record it for posterity?  It is not only beautifully intimate, all inclusive of what the heart of the gospel is all about, I.e. (he longs for us) and wants us to be with him and the Father.  Also we know these things too....
    We are to know God and his life that is eternal life...
     That Jesus has been glorified and we have brought him glory
      That he prayed for us and not the world, because like him we are no longer of this world, in other words we have come to his kingdom and we know it.
       That through the power of his name, the name (you gave me) has protected them
        He gave us his word, the word that was given to him (Jesus).
        That he sanctified himself and us as well.
         And finally he prayed for all those who would believe through their word that they would be one in complete unity.......

           Now notice this last line...be one in complete unity.....in other words no discord among believers.  and in love also.


       But back to the nature of how we got these words....I suspect that John was within earshot of Jesus when he prayed this incredible prayer of his.  How else did we get it?  It wasn't dictated, recorded or re-transcribed, like the letters of the Jews.  I think it was indelibly etched upon John's heart when he listened and later written down from memory in love for his master and Lord. Peace.
 
   

The Informant

     I was tasked to watch and gather any information I could. Damaging information.   Everywhere he went so did I.  For two whole weeks I trailed behind just a little blending in with his followers and the crowds who followed his man.  Often I was skeptical of what was happening.  Not so much of what he did, the sooth-sayers did the similar things but it was always a  sham. No, it was what he was saying.  I saw healings, saw what some would call miracles, saw Lepers, prostitutes, Lawyers, and even Roman soldiers and just about every class there was come to listen to this man.  And I could find no wrong in what I saw. I was supposed to get the dirt and inform on him. I was to be the "false witness" against him for the temple Priests, and especially the High one.  Given a lot of silver ahead of time to do this I now had nothing. Nothing but a witness of his good works.  How could I get him.....I would wait a little longer. 
     One month has gone by and I still had not much to report back with.  It seemed that I was going to have to give back all that silver.  The crowds were increasing daily as news about what he was doing spread person by person, town by town.  He was nearly thrown off a cliff in one town all because he had shown them the error of their thinking. But he got away unharmed.  It was always the religious too who were incensed about what he said.  I myself found it amusing and somewhat interesting the more I listened from afar.  He had some kind of hold on people I did not understand.  He was forceful yet not condemning . He was intense yet also merciful more than anyone I had met in my life.  And he spoke of the Kingdom at hand now here in the present, and acted on it in ways that surely made me question all that I was told up to now.  But that was all still an aside.  I had something to accomplish. 
     I found it in his last sermon........he claimed he could forgive sin!   That was the hook!  I knew from my earliest days in Synagogue, that could not be true, only God could do that...........I had my in........and my way to discredit him.....I would be paid after all.........an yet I felt sickened inside like never before.
   

direction

moving towards perfection
I shed my infection
covered from above
its true, im really loved
if I may be so bold
im not getting old
im turning towards perfection
from the ones direction
and invisible cue
and im on my way
my earths done stay
im moving away