Category: MANHOOD

Noise

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Who’s watching is making a different noise?
And His fear are the hands
You don’t want to fall into.
They are the living kind,
The terrifying kind of alive.
I am the fear of that body on the inside,
And what it means to be here forever.
Don’t cast me out to the gnashing,
Where regret has its circling,
Please keep Virgil next to me,
To show me the circles that wait
For me.
I am Dante on the rock,
I am Dante in the peak
Cause even he can’t outrun the
Storm to come?
I was kissing your steps
And licking your wounds,
I was praying for a monsoon
Cause who doesn’t love a
Good storm–
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Louder Now

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It is a great excitement and a walk down memory lane to talk about the meaning behind the Ruckus Journal. The pause for me has been crafting the best way to say it on the About page and in the format of this blog. 2017 has marked 10 years for a few things and this blog is one of them. A decade of holding the tag ” Sitting in His presence is a great disturbance.”

I think writing( and all of us would agree) just happens to find its way back to personal and yet deeper then you would want at times stories. The constant run on sentence of connecting everything back to yourself. Its humorous at times and painful and tormenting to always bring it back to your life but usually it is because you are starting with you and ending with a vision for others. You mostly want to write because you want to make some kind of impact with what you say. And on, and on, this conversation could go.

Its 3:23am and I am in the craziest week ever only in the weird travel stuff happening stuff kind of way, so the better poem and this and the post called The Last Time have all been on this trip and this trip pretty much happened right next to Texas part 1 the end of July and in between was a wedding, and a wedding before that before that. So, don’t be surprised if this gets rearranged into something else. I want to talk to you. I want to tell you this. You ready?

Louder now and the Ruckus. Sitting in His Presence is a great disturbance. The idea that Ruckus is disturbing the peace, and making us uncomfortable is a constant reality. We are never called to expect a safe ride. And everyone has to wrestle with it. The Gospel in all its greatness is the least safest message around. The characters of the bible make the loudest Ruckus from the one that started the noise in the first place.

Why are we so afraid of failing at something we didn’t start? We are only here for a few reasons…

I will tell you more later but my disturbance is changing. I am holding back from being all that I can be. I am not joining the army but I am fighting the wars that are in front of me.

If I can be loud with meaning then I guess that would be some cymbals that aren’t annoying and less lovely to hear.

Paul is saying( Apostle Paul) that love is measured by the source of the prophecy and wisdom, the sacrifice of the person, This is a much longer series of writings to reflect. Because love is the center of everything pointing us to Christ.

I am louder because I want to be. I am in the process of staying loud about the right things. I did get the Homer Simpson award in the fifth grade but that was more me wanting attention and being loud as the class clown.

More to come. Getting older..

Better

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No its gotta be better
I am in it through the winter,
Fall is coming,
Your song is singing,
This summer was overrated
A little less hot without you,
I am the one burning,
Burning all the way,
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Ready for the skin
and the sun to fade away,
The bones be left,
In the valley,
The sentimental line,
The rental kind,
Not everyone needs to know
Everything,
I see Miami
I see FLorida,
I see east of the sea,
i see everywhere we are gonna be,
I see the waves crashing,
Future of you is near,
Future of that is past,
I regret the smaller part of
That memory,
The burning Houston,
The burning moon,
The burning away of the
Noon,
I still here,
Valley and all
Elah for the fall,
The slaying of Goliath,
I am ready for Florida,
I am ready for heat,
I am ready for those
Rings to go on repeat,
Your sun is setting,
And where are we now,
Texas is already in the past,
And you, You are the one that
Will last,
These terminals are calling my
name,
Claiming you the same,
I am the God who starts it,
You are the man that finishes it.
I am the race,
I am ready for the pace,
I am broken in the night time
I was sitting for the Uncles
I was living in the troubles,
Glass elevators as kids,
Now I knew we were the ones
To claim
We were the ones to blame,
Cause it was better back there,
But its better here,
Its better tomorrow,
I got a pile of broken
Batteries, a bigger one for
The lost one’s,
I got a problem with sorrow
Its gone by tomorrow,
It was a bigger time back then,
Building something better,
Better than living,
Better than daily,
Something that was
Crazy, something that
Has faded away,
Something learned that
Is better anyway,
I am better now,
I am ready for Florida,
I am ready for Miami,
For those rings to
Go on repeat..

Part 1

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I have come to this place.

Like I was without volition,

Or any ambition.

I was the one that heard it from you first.

I did all that I could to try and listen.

You were just a beautiful kind of vision.

I said I would start working out for you,

I would start running for you.

Didn’t we meet in chaos to begin with?

So now I am in the volition,

I am on a day off still in ambition.

I am still wondering why I ever tried so hard

But it was because of the way I was raised.

I was raised for you to see,

All the shining parts of me.

I am in it now,

Waiting for this part to stay the stage,

To never wonder the next page,

I am the risk, and the wonder.

I am raised this way,

Raised in thunder and raised in rain…

Day 4

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Wired, wired it up.
Phone lines, phone lines all tangled up.
13, that’s when.
That is when you started it again.
Because you never answered me.
You never explained how to live.
I always was wired.
I was on it.
I was with it.
I was asking for you to listen to
It.
I was raised with You.
I saw the things called blue.
Why was everything black,
Or all white like this town?
I wish you would hover,
I wish you could cover,
I never made it anyway,
You are the one who created
The color.
Phone lines all tangled up
Because I never knew who to
Trust and who to listen to.
I was wired to that television,
I was wired to the notebook too,
I was wired and talking,
I was endlessly dreaming.
I was caught up in the same,
When all you ever wanted
Was to teach me about change.
I am still wired,
But I am tired.
Countless hours going backwards,
Countless minutes wasting away.
Wired is the theme,
But letting go is the
Dream.

Day 2

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I am making it up as I go,

Cause everytime I wake up I just know,

I started to script it out,

I started to sort it out,

All the things I’ve learned for You,

All the things I chose not to do,

All the memories to cling to,

I told night 1 to stay in the run,

To stay in the walk,

To walk with the chalk,

To right it write,

And to step into destiny.

You raised me for free,

But is has costed everything

To survive,

To edge on it,

To swerve with it.

We all fall apart,

And I am still picking up your

Pieces,

I can’t make it up as I go,

Because I go,

I wonder the slow,

I wonder the wall that

Stands tall,

It stays within,

The day to begin.

I am the castle,

I am sinking in it,

Deeper now,

I am up, I am day

2, I am in, I am in the blue,

Clear and ready,

Sinking sweetly,

I know you are out there,

Ready to raise me,

To raise me again.

Older

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You can’t be this stuck. Like mud, like slipping, like missing it always. But, that is how you feel?

And maybe its the right path. Maybe it is no longer maybe. It’s is a now. It is a suddenly. You can’t be this naive either. You sat on it for years. For fears. For further evidence look at the way you have spent your time.

Look at the way you have spent your money. Look at all the things you have saved, and the scraps you have thrown away. Look at your life. That is the proof that you need. You are stressed out because You have to keep giving. No one is asking. You are a mess, but a good mess. A good kind of wreck.

This heart is broken. It really feels that way. Things have not changed. I miss a lot of people and I can’t go back.

And I hate it when people share to much online. But I got time. I got a lot of time to stop wasting.

To start speaking. Truth. The Ruckus was never for me, it was for us. It was Fort Collins, Loveland and everything high school. It was everything we did and didn’t do. It was adolescence.

It was where we owe a lot. I am sorry world, I am not really. I have moved on. I don’t know if this is for you, but its all for me. That sound selfish. That sounds like, “who is this guy,” he doesn’t need anymore attention..or does he?” I know I have always pressed publish really fast. I know I have spent all day looking at the past. All the receipts. All the expenses. All the bounced checks. All the fees. All the parking in the wrong place tickets. Forward. Forward is a must.

Balance can never be achieved by trying to be balanced. It can’t. I think 3 years ago I started over. And its still a process. I felt it daily. I spent 5 months sitting still.

I spent a lot of time watching the white walls. And washing the night fall. Time after time. By Disneyland, of all places. Fireworks nightly. The best part. Selling cigarettes for quarters. Quarters for calls. And a long list of people to talk to.

No one wants to know everything about you. Maybe your spouse is that person and that seems like that sounds healthy. No one really needs to know everything about you.

However, why do we feel like no one understands us? I can talk a lot about stories. Some that have made this blog. More that are in video form, and even more that just live in this movie of a mind I have.

No one really needs to know it all. People that love you just want you to be around. They want you to last a really long time. I got to see my little nephews get big and grow up. Noah Kai and Jedidiah Sky. They are moving forward, too. You know?

I don’t have good grammar. I have worked more on pursuing good stories. Now, its a new season. Its fall. It is closer to the holidays. It is when everything gets darker, and colder. We are expected to be at our brightest.

How can you be, if no one knows you? I got out of that place. I was there for five months. It wasn’t a prison. It was freedom. It was pain facing. It was life changing.

It was better than riding the circuit. See, now that I am out its been harder to have boundaries. I don’t mean relational boundaries. Most of us have never figured that out.

You like someone and you share your heart, and your thoughts and then it doesn’t or it does work out. Is having boundaries related to how little you say or don’t say? And don’t people get mad at you when you hold and hide and don’t confide in them?

No one has to know everything. The Ruckus is going. It is continuance. It is a noise that will carry. Can’t we stare at love a little more? Can’t you stop chasing the wrong kind of noise? Love has to be the loudest noise you chase.

It will make you. Break you. Ruin you. It will start your day. It will flee those long nights.

Older. That’s you now. That is where you are at. Time just is what it is, but it can’t be controlled. It can’t go back on you, and you can’t go back on it. A new it. A new life. A new hole in the sky is here tonight, today, tomorrow. The Ruckus. That is any noise you can make. That is any commotion you can create. The Ruckus without love is, well, just getting older. Older without love is just age. And everyone dies, eventually.. Am I an age? Just 30. Almost 31. You got a lot left in you. I know you do.

You got a lot of time to make things right. To live right. To be anything more than just a number, an age. Be older. Be forward. Be the Ruckus. Cause I had five months, and that’s all you need sometimes.