My God, I see the kind of bloke I am..
I’m talking more & more, quite frantic’ly.
Not tuning in, expressing what began
in mind of God; a human as would be
if energized by motives of khesed*,
in pure form, an unadultarate.
This type - a model, myth that has not shed
its motives, just enfleshed them. Any rate…
that is not me at all. I’m immature,
and often unaware; and do not run
to you to let you slow down what I’d sure-
-ly do, at once (in showing off - for “fun”,
the world I've put together in my head)
It’s like I’m programmed to show off my wares.
I want to here display, before I’m dead,
a model, ideal world, that I have shares
in, where I might be “worshipped” - as create-
-ive. Acts are harder, so I'd like to make
this world by words I say, hoping they’ll sate
my own desire, quite cheaply; like they’d slake
my thirst for water, to be clean, grow strong.
I cannot carry just enough for me
alone. I need to stream it out, along
the lines of "Cornerstone". Foundation he!
Enough to build my life on him, in line
with edges he has laid down, and displayed.
His thoughts were thunk, his words fitted in time
with acts that brought the house down as he weighed
on in, and acted fast and hard, contin-
-uously, as he’s waulking, never baulked,
by what they’d think of him, if he went in
to eat with folk he loved. He rarely “gawked”
in data driven way that’s ignorant,
or agnostic of all the folk he’s with.
I now recall that rich young man: no rant,
just steady look, with love, he’s kin, or kith.
And now, I'm not just burbling these words.
You’ve sat with me, and helped me see the way,
that’s Forward for me now. I think I heard
something that I can follow up today!
ThanX!
(May that ol' rock fall flat on the "me" (that lived alone in the world), and smash it to rock-dust, so that as found-ation he might be built upon (in this brand new creation, being made by your partnership - with me!) Yippee! Make on.)