Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Stress Free

If I had to eat, then I was a slave to my belly
But if I stole or lied to feed
Then whose slave would I be
And who is the master of my greed
Or has it mastered me
Anxious is the heart of want, unsettled is the soul of gain
And what did you get that was not given
Shut my mouth and clean my heart; don't leave the smallest stain
Take my eyes, my hands as well and use them to your end
For love, and not for sacrifice, so let my life begin
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


In the reading of the law, I came upon the hearing
And so it goes they trembled, but I don't feel a thing
I laid it down unmoved, the book upon the table
I told it to be quiet, and still no angels sing
They preferred the voice of Moses, but its God's that I demand
What were they afraid of? I just don't understand
And so my time in decades fall, have I become so wise
A nest of gray rests on my chin for the crows beneath my eyes
Cleaning house the other day, I came upon it in a drawer
I opened it and read the law, but it did not make this sound before
And every time I shut my eyes I saw a little more
I begged it to be quiet now, just like things were before

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke