I was chatting with Jason on the phone and it was sugested to me that I put more poetry on this blog, so here are a cople more poems written by my girfriend and myself. The first poem was completed 12 Feb '06 at 8:10 P.M. and the 2nd was completed 22 Febuary '06 at 10:10 P.M. If you wish to know the process of how they were put together, read the previous post.
From the Tub to the Heavens, (e.g. Water Baptism)
By: Emma and Jody
People occasionally ponder
Questioning all that is
Understanding little
Of what life has to offer
This day I number among those
Sitting in my own bathtub
Fully clothed
Very soon to be soaked by a rising tide
Just as a year ago, when on the beach
Same clothing, same bare feet
It's captivating, scintillating, it's highly natural
This flowing lava that approaches my form
I am a mountain, in a range forlorn
Kindle in me a fire
I say to my creator
Xanthochroid in my perception
Does Jesus continue to get whiter with every passing year
Would a Jewish man wondering the desert be an angry WASP
Judging?
Hateful?
Many Churches portray him as such, but why?
Then come the words of Psalm 23:
The L-rd is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me
In the paths of righteousness
For his name's sake...
Heated fluid envelops my toes
Dancing slowly in sync
With some unheard melody
Heading upstream
To create a zany conglomeration
Of human, textile and water
A new garnish for this event
A warm night in the sun
A cool day beneath the moon
Laying down I look at the stars
Twinkling from some distant galaxy
Daft people pour into my tub
With a time bomb, and a keg of beer
It is a time to party, a time to fear
But I need a time of peace
Once in a While
Zion's successor will rule this gathering human infestation
The xenomorphic personalities that distract me at times
Attempting to lead me astray
But as I travel a few more steps
Down the yellow brick road
To a seismic yellow submarine
I quietly consider the universe
With its vast spaces
Places untouched by questions
I am awestruck, rejuvenated, reborn
Seeing the light of The L-rd
And my clothes are dripping wet
What is a mugwort?
By: Emma and Jody
Magic rhyme, mournful melody
Milling mugworts bloom in time
Many madcap magistrates swoon
Mesmerized by their moral musings
Mounting from meticulous majesty
Tuning ears to the sublime
Malthusian madrigals gleam
In our fine-tuned universe of gain
Microcosmic manipulations
Microscopic malasimilations
Minimally magnanimous
Maintained by society
Written on a sunbeam
Bathed of all grime
Magistrals marry mischief
We think this a crime
Gently to all who listen
Mephistopheles whispers his plan
Making light of the ethically bereft
Might mallards will not save us
Maltese solders will not care
Mammonism moves this world
More learning is possible, light to be seen
Aromatic and bitter, the mugwort leaf
Curing or providing uneccisary distraction
For us, from an ailling world
