Commitments

Morning commitments
After the alarm has rung
Music in my mind
Another song been sung
Whistle while you work
I take that to heart
But sometime I just
Wanna stick to the whistling part

Deadline approaching
Working with words
Whittling them down
To make them sound less absurd
I postpone pending appointments
Taking in my calls
And before I know it
Half past five falls

Evening commitments
I don't travel far
Making me feel like
Some small town czar
But I just submit
To this community demand
Learning about a coming juncture
One that's so ill-planned

No matter no matter
All this I've been through
Now it's time to go
To evening commitment number two
They argue, they complain
They say it's just not fair
While the whereabouts of the books
Are still up in the air

But the commitments don't end folks
Still more to bog me down
For two of them I have
To chauffeur around town
They say no rest for the wicked
Well there's even less for the good
I think I'm long overdue
Another diversion to be understood

Holding Souls In My Hands

I'm not sure of my purpose
But still I'm here today
They told me to go that way
To support the bodies of healing souls
Keep them from falling
So that I did
I sang the song to bide the time
But eventually it became a bigger part of me
So big the tears fell from my eyes
So big I felt that divine energy also came from me
(albeit humbly)
I'ts like I held their souls in my hands

I'm still not sure of my purpose
But I know it's bigger than what I think it is.

Precedent's Day

Precedent's Day

No bicycle, no barbecue
The climate dictates my activities
The leaking ceiling was like a gun pointed at me
Held hostage by the incessant precipitation
Sequestered by the option of aridness
What's the point of being awake
Perhaps I can compensate for the hours I lost
From last week, last month, last year.

Productivity limited to the sound and motion of a vacuum
Even if I succeed it still sucks.

Two Event Sunday

1. Sunday Girl (10:00 - 15:00)

I spent Sunday with my Sunday girl
At least today she comprised my world
I sang and played while they knelt and prayed
An hour and a half for them was 10 minutes for me
And four turned into two
And we satisfied the hunger in our stomachs
And feasted on a common appetite
And shared secrets usually reserved for friends
And listed while you shared your gripes
All the while it rained
But miraculously ceased when we headed for the street
And twelve turned into two thirty
So I took the long way back
Buying my time
As much time as I can
Maybe you knew
And we talked
And I drove back to your car
The window was partly open in the rain
I offered to dry and possible damage
But you assured me it was of no concern
And then you left faster than you arrived
We satisfied the hunger in our stomachs
But what about the pining in our hearts?
I spent the rest of the day satisfied
But still not complete.

2. Modern Prophet (19:00 - 21:00)

I drove there in the rain
Arrived late as usual
Not enough time to join the crowd
So I was close but viewed remotely
Came to see a modern prophet
Speak of a conflict in which I take no sides
Where ill-derived morality monopolize
Where the other wing dare not speak His name
I've read those words before
And later I shook his hand
And told him about my bigger plans
And how it formed my new identity
Perhaps one day he might help me
So that I might help we

Postscript: thank You for making it possible.