Someone for the abandon
Someone to play Poseidon,
Some waves to crash,
Some love to rehash,
Summer is lonely under
The shade tree, it starts
Out as pleasure, endless
Fruits and the future suits
To dress me up in—
But then it gets bitter,
And sour and unheard of
Things—summer spring
Winter to claim,
Dried up am I,
Someone for the abandon,
Someone to play Poseidon,
I am at sea, and I want it,
Tossed and drowning,
Hungry in the yawning,
Sleepless at sea,
Sleepless in the comfort—
Sleepless on the freeway,
For my life is to safe,
To easy, to much ease,
To much of the downloads,
Of the distraction,
Of the endless
Action dissatisfaction,
I have of the explosions
And the blood and the guys
And those that just merely
Survive, I need not just
Poseidon, or all those
Forces in nature—I need
A not so safe future, without
Regret, without fear,
With many waves,
Many seas,
Many shores to
Wash up upon—
I want it,
I am going to get it,
I will not quit—
Toss me you fake
Gods and Goddesses,
Only one thing can stand
When in comes the lamb

Keeping Up With Change

How distracting the news can be sometimes. God is not distant in our lives. All matters before Him.

I am still keeping up with the Kardashians

I am still moving at the speed of sound

I am still seeing a world of misery around

Me, I am still standing upon the rocks that

Have shaped me, upon the war that has

Praised Him now, I am still flipping through

Culture on magazine stands, I am still concerned

With what will sweep me away, I am still

Here, Lord, seeking to sit and obey, for

Your commandments chase me down,

The TV does soon slow down, the screen

Does fade to black and one day all will

Keep up with mercy, keep up with that

Day of answering for the little slides of

The eye gaze, all does count, all does

Matter before the matter we see daily,

God is not distant, let me not be