Pay the Piper or the Jukebox?

February 24, 2017


I sort of tried to sell my own heart

On the dark web yesterday.

How much are these things going for,

Y’know, like in bitcoin,

Would you say?

Meh- it doesn’t really even

Matter, I guess,

Cuz I got a few offers

But- I never said yes.

So… I’m sitting here

With this deprecating capital

Thumping inside my chest

To the drop of entropy’s mind- beat

Like a clock that nobody’s winding…

It could have been somebody’s best.

But we dropped two nickels and…

Well- You know the rest…

One song’s hello : the other’s goodbye.

All for you, for yourself, and… and…

and for aye.

Sipping Sorry Slowly

February 18, 2017

Sorry
I’m sorry
My footsteps follow me
Wandering through the hemlock
Thicket
Until my life becomes…
An apology for one
Sip. 

Patched and Beautiful…

February 13, 2017


For this soul’s

Sieve’s

Stretched wider than

The currency of grief!

Heaven’s pennies hit hard

Held ground

Beneath blanket unbelief.

I dreamt a 7-month dream

ago

I dreamt a 3-month, longer.

Resolution’s gauge-

Too fine

For faith

Doubt’s gravity

Stronger 

Proved

Than the grip

With which

I held to hope

And now’s one knought

Made of man rope

Tied of a choice not making friends choke fear filling hearts spilling souls willing

To lose

The chance to fight to want to choose

Grace

Taken

Seriously

Right

-To the Heart

Of His Kingdom Coming

Home-

-Or apart-

A house divided

Within me

Start,

God

With

Us,

Making the broken

Whole…

Whole.

Posterity found

Common ground

Uncommon grounds for living

Wholly

Holy

Wholly

A Miracle Stretched…

January 16, 2017

At his first touch

From The Word made Flesh

Upon seeing anew

“I see men like trees walking”

He said

And after 

Given the common view

Sometimes I dare to imagine which 

Was the more fully true?

A Xillenial’s Gift…

January 10, 2017


Bridge over

The river Paradigm’s

Melodic Meander

Through yon modern times

The good old days

Used to pay the fines

That bore the title

Between the lines

-Catch that phrase

‘Fore its rhymes

Step right… this way

Shoot a gander

Left

Out-in the cold

Buy nothing

But theft

We had

Been

Born between

Night and Day’s

Mid-river means

And

Intrepid haze

-Our hard hearts or Jesus-

Saves

Dreams

Over the troubled water

We’re drowning in

Our voice

Flowing into some

Early graves’

Inheritance of Royce

Driven to secede

Excel

At making

Some

Waking waves

Noise

Through the consequence of choice

Tiles

In The Divine’s mosaic

He plays

Us

As We are nobody’s Xillenials

Now

Bold in the future’s

Passing ways.

(The River of Life Mosaic by Gary Drostle ©2010)

Your hand covers the keyhole
And as yet
I still kneel
Perched on the point of the steeple
Yelling
Prayers about how I must feel!
Asking
As if the phone that could ring would
Bring Good
Things as they are in Your heaven-
But where do they go here on ___r earth?