Starting things to finish

Corner Bakery.

No. That was the last time.

The last time was April.

Why are you finishing things,

Or why not?

Is this is the start of motivation?

Or is new the newest revelation?

Old things like Scripture,

Like worship,

Like the Ancient of Days?

Like words that have no action,

Or actions that have no finishing.

I am not ready to make the explanation,

I am just living in the revelation.

I’m here to worship.

Depraved and soulless,

Or lowest of all..just not in

Your presence.

Are you the starting one?

But You are the finisher?

The author..

You made the time,

And this time will be spent

On starting things,

And rearranging them too.

I am starting something..stirring too..celebrating 11 years solid and true..

Been tossed around and more often than not beaten down too..

By mind, by world, by me, by You, by her, by them,

By all the things that have been started.

This is not finished. It can’t be.

 

Day #44 – Hold One

August 2nd,

Woke up in the aftermath,

In the back from wrath,

In the late night sun

Of things not being won.

Here is a list,

A long one too,

Of all the things you said you were

Going to do..

How can I go far,

And love at it too,

Are you the same,

Are you never tame?

New places I wanted,

You to take me,

But if fear is love then

Then fearful I am.

 

The Leave On

*This is a series..here’s part 3..
Still the strangest of things,
Had to take a break from it.
Living like the upside was never
Down,
Living like you were the one leaving
This town,
Like I packed away that leave on,
You know you got to get on,
Get on your way now.
I was looking for the satisfy,
For the reason why,
For the deeper conversations
We could have had.
I got good,
When it was bad.
I got bad when it could
Have been good,
Showing up later on Ya,
Showing up all showered up.
This is that kind of thing I don’t
Want to write about,
I needed you now
I needed the shout.
I needed this to be all
About that.
I needed you to leave,
I wanted you to stay.
Don’t unplug, you see,
Don’t unplug like that TV.
Don’t start going down,
Like the basement is there.
Like it won’t get far from near.
Get good on me,
Get bad no more,
Can’t break that,
Can’t cap that salary.
Get the leave on,
Or stay stuck here with me.

#29: Digging Again

I really would like to try to explain the meanings behind the last 30 days, but I will say a few themes that have been on my mind that have been expressed in these 60 days.

One theme is working. It is the idea of a right or wrong view of work. When I am talking about the rig and digging and this language of living on a farm it is a combination of the language of scripture and also a reality of life. So many issues that the Millenial’s have is rooted in this notion that working is not a part of life. No one really would ever say that but the forced reality of having to work hard does invade rather then persuade.

When you are forced to grow up you do grow up, but it is not as productive as we would think it would be. However, when vision takes a hold of your life and you gain a YES perspective to life( comes from God) then things start to change.

To the writer’s and the creative people. It is time just to do it. You have your process and you feel like it never stops( lol..me too) but you don’t need to spend more time talking about your desire to write stories or make films; or, do a lot of things that revolve around telling a story that can and will touch those around you.

Digging Again into the vision for your life. 2 Cor. 1:19-22.

19 For the Son of God, Jesus Christ, who was preached among you by us—by me and Silas[c] and Timothy—was not “Yes” and “No,” but in him it has always been “Yes.” 20 For no matter how many promises God has made, they are “Yes” in Christ. And so through him the “Amen” is spoken by us to the glory of God. 21 Now it is God who makes both us and you stand firm in Christ. He anointed us, 22 set his seal of ownership on us, and put his Spirit in our hearts as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.

60 Days of Poetry..

Digging Again
Left it at the edge of the driveway
When the sun never did fade away,
When the shade would have stayed longer,
When shorter for the winter would have been much
Better,
The rig called home,
Called a safety zone,
Called none more of trying to
Be known,
Called now or never we will
Live forever,
The better of the endeavor,
The inventor of clever,
The morning by morning of a lover,
Asked for power,
Asked for a better shovel,
For a better way to dig past the
Crap that keeps me from You,
Everything they ever said,
For the reasons why you could
Live dead,
I really do want to live
And it is isn’t a question mark,
But rather a starting stark of
A contrast, of a constant life
Of brightness,
Digging again,
Down deep past everything I have
Ever known,
Do I abide?
Do I really just run and hide?
Wrongly or in His shade,
In His blade of a grass field
I could sit in,
Or is running the best of the slipping
Away life?
Sun has just come up now,
And I am ready for the life of
Light that is my eternal right
Dig again,
To get deep again,
To let everything else fade
That isn’t His shade,
Hide in God,
And dig in, again

 

Expansion

This is a reflection on evangelism and being apart of God’s family.

Heavenly Family expansion
Orange County Mansion
Father’s house beckons and
Calls again and again–
You are good but I am misunderstood–
What makes a man?
The rocks he throws
At the issues he knows not of?
Or the house he builds–
Family first but rust is around
This American Dream,
White fences for the black
People, cake eating for the
Rich and famous–
Trade me over God,
Trade me over the poverty–
I have asked, yet I am still a
Mystery to me, I still feel
Distant from the closest
Parts of my inheritance–
This Family you call Heaven
Is it expanding on my watch?
Or do I slave away upon myself
And the noise that I have to bring!
God’s family is all around me,
Where cities are stained Orange
And fallen angels hover under
The bridge and the steps it takes
To Rebuild Babylon,
I am on, I am in, I am through
You, Your family goes through me
This foot needs the hands and
These hands need You

I Listen

Deletion from those
Download exceptions,
Texted and invested,
Favoring the words You
Have said, all night was the
Heart rate target, up with the sun
Of the sin to follow in a hollow
Life I was living, I have no
Wineskin, no place to put this
Sin, all those beats that drop,
All those voices that get real close,
I have to delete what could never
Be this present moment,
Freeway addiction,
Tar prediction,
Car syndication to the
Beat of the time
That wastes away at
Me, you are all that embodies
Just empty memories,
Hospital gown, golden crown,
Death in those nails,
Love will cost everything
So now is not the time to waste
What won’t waste if you listen,
If you pay attention,
I listen, love is the final
Fight, engage with it,
Do not quit

Tragedy

A car to get to you
A freeway adventure
A new golden denture
A new smile from the deeper
Parts of you, that life you have
Lived and given back to be
Forgiven,
I am a lover, I am a fighter
I am the inheritor, walls from
A child like me that lived
To entertain the crowd that has
Walked real loud,
I am making a noise,
Losing my poise,
I am always afraid of
The beauty You display,
Creation in Your grip,
You took it, better than a
Caped crusader, voice like
Darth Vadar,
Only one risen has risen
Out for me,
Death to the hell that follows
A life giver like the one you
Made me to be,
Too much medicine
Has coaxed the lesion
Upon these sleeves,
Pain is wonderful, the hurt
As a counselor,
The hope of the comforter,
It’s Your smell I can’t
Get rid of,
Tragedy is living for death
When life is taking place,
One love is the love You
Offer, perfect father