Category: PIECES OF WRITING
Interlude- Body
Body of yours,
This life of poise,
This world of noise.
This place I cover,
This place I hover,
Anger you stored up,
Wrath for the hungry,
Treasures for the lonely,
Are you telling me to stop,
Or are you telling me to stay?
Body of yours,
White and pale,
Snow and hail,
Rain and reign,
Are you still king?
Are you still the rearrange?
Cause we never had furniture,
Cause we worried about future,
Cause we needed new furniture,
Cause we can’t change future.
Seated on us,
Seated within us,
This life is poise,
This world of noise,
I am crying out and loud,
Time is going by,
Time is flying by,
Are you still as loud as you used to be?
Is noise what we need,
Or are you louder than you should be,
Is noise what you reign on in the rain,
Is this the last time I talk about things
I don’t do.
Tell me,
Body,
Body expand,
Body of land,
Don’t let this body fall apart.
DISconnect
Why is your world so full of empty connections? Or, none whatsoever. If I lead off this thought assuming no one is connecting with you most would read and agree, then possibly stop reading because what’s so new about that thought? Is this a day before Valentine’s Day post? No, it isn’t.
Full and wholesome talk that starts with and ends with being human. The longer life continues the less and less you care about what you call ‘ petty’ things, and the more you crave real relationship and connection with people. I have had this obsession at the beginning of each year to finish all the books that I started reading the year before. I have had this goal at the start of the year for the past 10 years( at least), and now I have a long list of books that have gone unfinished. I have a pile of unread books, and a larger pile of guilt that sounds like regret for not finishing things I start.
However, when I get down and think about it I discover something I have known for a while..what is more important..the goal itself or the actual information you take with you into the next thing.
I connect with books. I connect with a level of knowledge but it fades away. I don’t repeat lessons learned when I read Wild At Heart in 2004. I find myself trying to remember current books and information.
Is this about books, or about something else? Life is full of unread books and unfinished goals. It is also full of shallow relationships of disconnect. Yet, year after year it piles up. Who knows you( is that a long list), and who doesn’t( a pile of unfinished books).
It can’t all be about everyone knowing you just like it can’t all be about finishing every book you pick up, but finishing something and sticking with it can be the most helpful way to stay healthy.
This is not a sad post on what Valentine’s Day should be about. Really, that is for tomorrow if I decide to write something on love, or the lack thereof. This life is meant for a connection. Raw and real and time to heal, but don’t let it pile up. Don’t let your disconnect pile up. Books can be thrown away and burned and bought again. Books are movies made now like Farenheit 411( and you still get the message) knowledge is power and so is freedom. People are not a pile to hide in the corner, people are asking for some real love, and a real connection.
Flow with me here..is this the start of a lot of thoughts?
The Change
We write our New Year’s resolutions but we had them all along. Each year is progress…
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
#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..
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