FIRE IN THE BRAIN

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FIRE IN THE BRAIN

Children watch me run through the streets,

And wonder, what is it all about, my hurrying.

My eyes push forward,

Cause me to squint.

Then all at once I break into a smile.

And night after night in steady flow

Ideas collect, press fierce,

Hard against my brow.

The pressure makes for heat;

There is fire in the brain.

I hear words march with noise

Akin to soldiers' boots slapping on pavement.

I see your gaze upon me.

The beauty of your large brown eyes

Engulfs my neural circuitry.

Oh I smell wheat grass!

It's being blended with fresh strawberries and oranges.

I love the juices' heady odor,

When ever I breathe it in --

I am reminded of you.

We looked out the window.

We sat upon stools at a Formica bar,

A long, plate-glass window provided unobstructed view,

And we people watched the intersection,

Corners at avenue and street, the sidewalk before us,

They became our theater, and we agreed;

It was pleasant evening’s entertainment.

Pressed, cardboard cartons contained our suppers.

We ate our meals with plastic forks and knives;

The napkins were brown, recycled paper.

Believe me, no irony intended. Honest!

Every memory, every instant

My being with you, every occasion was lovely!

I shall die a happy man.

Die a happy man?

Here's my defense.

However I may wonder,

Whether ultimately I write fact or fiction.

Do I possess truth or fall to illusion?

I know that those two forces bind me,

As is the case with Siamese Twins,

Who are born to share common cerebrum.

In a language plain, common to us all,

Here I stand and bear witness,

Though that I am mere flesh and born to perish,

Spirit informs me and grants me friends,

Friends who are awaiting worship,

And friends of friends who celebrate the light,

A priesthood of all believers who patiently gather

Filling the rows of benches in the meeting hall.

And one by one this church affirms a new covenant --

God is love and death has no power,

The kingdom lives within us, our souls eternal.

HEARTS ON FIRE! Lunch at Panera

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HEARTS ON FIRE!
Lunch at Panera


The streets are joyous, full of fun.
I hear laughter wherever I go.

I could not ask for more.
I walk to the door of our home,
Then, before I enter,
I picture you and hear your warm, ‘Hello!’

With racing mind and energetic flesh –
I can not believe it, the joy!
I burn intensely! Are hearts on fire?
Something here inside can not be denied

You want to stay, to be my friend.

When we sit down for sandwiches,
And the simple glass of water
With two washed apples for desert,
We note that future ages will write,
Record that our table talk promised splendor;
More and more we began to feel,
Could it be, had we fallen to the happy destiny,
Were words at lunchtime whirling into immortality? 

Everything we do dissolves the difference,
We loose distinction between yours and mine.

I see out the window,
A bright light illuminates the scene.
I need no coin for the wishing well.
My goal is close at hand.

I have never witnessed
Such contentment on a woman’s face.
 
 

The web radio forecasts sunny days.
Now I learn the poet’s proclamation,
The meaning of new morning.
 I, though unworthy and lost, I have grace,
Sufficient that I may delight in weakness,
Know triumph from hardship and failure,
That when I am weak, then I am strong,
And despite my want, lack of proper schooling,
The Lord grants me righteousness,
And a ready reference to the vocabulary of redemption.
I am reborn,
The bounty of your great love has saved me.
 

No matter the physical distance between us,
A part of you always stays with me.

I take you in my arms and hold you,
As I hold you in this verse of mine.
So let me take you in my arms and tell you
How much I have missed you,
I miss you so very much since we have been apart.

FIRE IN THE BRAIN

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FIRE IN THE BRAIN

 
Children see me run through the streets,
And wonder, what is it all about, my hurrying.

My eyes push forward,
Cause me to squint,
And then I break into a smile.

Night after night in steady flow,
Feelings and ideas collect; press fierce,
Hard against my brow.

The pressure makes for heat, then fire in the brain.

I hear words march with noise
Akin to soldiers' boots slapping on pavement.

Then I see your face.
The beauty of your large brown eyes
Makes my brain run riot,
Engulfs my neural circuitry.

 

Oh I smell wheat grass!
It's being blended with fresh strawberries and oranges.

I love the juices' heady odor,
When ever I breathe it in --
I am reminded of you.

We looked out the window.
We sat upon stools at a Formica bar,
A long, plate-glass window provided unobstructed view,
And we people watched the intersection,
Corners at avenue and street, the sidewalk before us,
They became our theater, and we agreed;
It was pleasant evening’s entertainment.

Pressed, cardboard cartons contained our suppers.
We ate our meals with plastic forks and knives;
The napkins were brown, recycled paper.

Believe me, no irony intended. Honest!

Every memory, every instant
My being with you, every occasion was lovely!
I shall die a happy man.

Die a happy man?
Here's my defense.
However I may wonder,
Whether ultimately I write fact or fiction.

Do I possess truth or fall to illusion?

I know that two forces bind me,
As is the case with Siamese Twins,
Who are born to share common cerebrum.