A Poem of "I AM"

Moses said to God, "If I come to the people of Israel and say to them, 'The God of your fathers has sent me to you,' and they ask me, 'What is his name?' what shall I say to them?" God said to Moses, "I AM WHO I AM." And he said, "Say this to the people of Israel, 'I AM has sent me to you.'" "Say this to the people of Israel, 'The Lord, the God of your fathers, the God of Abraham. 

God's kindness made me what I am,

and that kindness was not wasted on me. Instead,

I worked harder than all the others.

It was not I who did it, but God's kindness was with me.

Beloved of God he dwells secure

Upon a cosmic boulder;

Though small and to the world obscure,

He rides on Yahweh's shoulder.

I am a thought that thinks...

Live in the AM that I AM...

                                          the myopia of me...

A sinner's soldier,

                 plagiarist of my grandmother's smile,

lover of the smokin'word

                  ...killer of paucity in thought.

I am a thought that thinks:

                                        Calloused Courageous' smiling mind...

                  fore giving those them(s) who under mine mind.  

Believer in the Oneness of us...

                           lexicographer of the light

that is the..,Lord moving through my soul's life...

Pray-er and believer of the rhetoric for dialectic truths!  

The purveyor of light...

the darkness of night...

& the wind in the lute of time:)

I AM mind...

                      caused and affected by the AM...

The thought within a dream...

the light through the beam...

of a smokeless fire stream...

purveying through a rhyme in the aurora of said time,

A calculation by right

NUMBERS with courageous sight...

Open pretense of defense;

Finding  no offense in callouses...

                Only this crude fight...

                         promulgate of such propagated FRIGHT...

                                       now fearing the light...

                          holding in it tight...

                souring while in flight....

reaching for destiny's  height...

I AM a Thought that Thinks...

                                 thinking as AM is sinking,

              deeper still is the abyss 

                                 as it yeilds the AM of bliss...

folding in on a destined promise, 

       carrying the weight of this harness, 

                              callouses on my love and labor,

                               finding fault with a slave favor..

promulgate they this path ...

               as in it the "I" were  never meant to last

Presenting staged fright of final fury

                 in the Am of calloused glory...

      Gregariously piled in they foray

the I heralding in the age old story.

Cold to the returned champion 

                   They who sin with gorgeous pandemonium

                                              Rich with the spoils of AM lives...

Too, calloused to appreciate  the I's own lies!