Who am I?
me, and How I offend
Get me away from myself, the need
disclosed, reordered disorder.
Bunching in the clearing with curved eyes.

Bold pretend of decisions left.
Run off the end of the track.
No orders to decide in here.
Reserve space to the dependents crime.
Open door to the main highway.

Wave front coming this way
on this days end. or
How it is ____
The will to rise to success in everything
To run through fields of satin lies.
carrying the truth __depends.

Whether the time left will
hold off the end
of nothing.
That would come
If noone was here.

Reaching back because I must seize_
_ the order of my frame and reference.
I am not operating in my presence.
I am wading loose in the vapors of some certain disorder.
a fugue of fiction and uncertainty.
Leaves little to retrieve.

Noone ever called me poetry man.
There is a certain freedom__
_ to being as I am.
I haven't always known this, but all roads lead to Rome.
On this earth we live as man.
Dream of the beauty of the land beyond.
And cry ourselves to sleep as we plan.

Belief and structure come from building the world within.
God knows us to be empty vessels.
To what_ we subscribe_ has the choice of our ends.
In my world__The reaching has reached transcription.
Now I choose to wrote the writ that rings down.

I am far man and in this end
I am off the way of the usual path.
My leader is the song within, the legend of hope.
My script is neither wounded nor proud.
I am writing my version of worthy love.
Nothing is perfectly exact or new.

Belief comes in the practice of trial and error.
Oneday, I want to be remembered for the travel that I made.
I went where my origin took me.
I looked at the bare bones of what was left,
When I gave up everything.
The sky rained down.

It was then that I swept on through
the torment of loss and guilt.
I remembered love and honor.
I gave back_ to my surprise.
I won a new life__ for my mission patrol.

My script was raised up on my heart.
I felt the true nature of love.
How art thou to trust?
If one can-not trust oneself.

I am forging my faith_
On my practice_ to realize.
what gifts come off my hand
on the order of finding
_ the thread of this life within.

In conclusion, this one practice took place
_ on this night and I have no fear of reprise.
I am the means and the intent of my practice.
Within the reasoned decisions__
Ahead_ I am finding certainty.

Like anything, we take our time, and waite to be recognized.
Why waite_The only thing missing is you.
I encourage all supplicants__to the real love of the real God.
Grow your life on hope and practice.
Belief that every day has it's end and it's beginning.
But what is now_Is all there really Is.

Live for the hope that we are growing in our committment.
That we will know the strength to speak the truth.
Now I am silent.
What was said is now here.
I commit every word _
To learning the way_ to write
to the world on your behalf.

I am you.
And we are loved_
I am thinking_ true,
but one must choose
This ancient truth.
You?

TR_2007_