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My mother and father do not dream.
To dream is to risk some things:
like failure and fault or hurt.
If that simply comes with age,
let me never come to those days.

My mother scowls at the unseen.
My father despises everything,
that looks like a remnant of what
he had hoped for. So, whenever
they see me, it like looking at lost
dreams.

It's like a surrender of just being,
and not thinking
and not creating
and not waking
up to the fact that life's dreams
are the only certain things
to bring life worth living.

I'm Looking Him in the Eyes

I'm looking Him in the eyes

thinking of what to say...

Father god help me today

I want to be the Way

the Truth, the Life

I want to be thanks and freedom

from strife.

I will live in your gaze 

in the cloud of your love

seeing

declaring

mysteries above - (hand motion for above) KNOWLEDGE

You in all and through all

and we...the same.

From the Father to a Child

From the Father to a Child

I swear by my name, you do not know how I adore you.
My child who I framed in the womb of your mother
I wrote songs about you before you were done
taking your first breath
And, I had dreams about how I would give your everything
and rest from your labors
You thought you could labor to love me
You thought if you labored I'd love you
more than I do,
but child, my child, MY child
If I had made you for any other reason but to love you,
I had blaphemed my name.
Do not be cast off
or go astray
today I am telling you the truth
I am bringing heaven down to be with you
and to heaven you'll ascend
just look within
I've giving you my Spirit.
I've given you my heart.
And, I will never leave you
no, not any more than the waters can leave the shores
I want to permeate your every part
Illuminate the places you've given over to
dark desires
I will wash upon you, through you
and make you clean
when you stop hiding and allow me
I swear by no others, but by my great name
there are none else before you
I AM's your first name.

It is said that females are given away, and take on the name of their husband.
Surely, we are the bride of Christ, but Daddy God is saying. I gave you a first
name, not a last name. Before Abraham I AM. Before Jennifer I AM. Before
Lis I AM. Your first name is I AM, just like His.

You Have a Talent

I think that I put this poem on video, but I never uploaded it. Anyway, I'm clearing out my old journals, and I found this one.

You have a talent
whether hobby or game
You have a talent
That's known like your name

You have a talent
that you love to build
You have a talent
that you must not yield

You have a talent
for which you can say
it sets you on fire
I'll do it each day

Come teach that talent
I'll show you today
how others make thousands
the empowered way.

-Lis Carpenter

And, that was the launch of http://www.theempoweredway.com for me. The idea is that you can really learn how to profit from teaching others about your talents and tapping into online communities, interest groups, that you would enjoy anyway, and profit from it.

I'm a Poet with a Problem

Making this poem was the most amazing experience because I felt my energy levels go back up to super nova when I was speaking. I was really listening and reaching for Jehovah. I believe He speaks through us when we let Him, so that's what I won't be forgetting, and He's the one on which I'm betting from now on. I'm just taking second seat, and letting Him bring the heat that makes you press the repeat button. Have a listen.


I just have to add one more thing before I post the words. By the way, I did add the text to the closed captioning thing so that the hearing impaired and listening impaired (I often fall into this category) can enjoy the message too; make your art.

 Poet With A Problem

I am a poet with a problem. I seem to have trouble memorizing the words of

my poems, memorizing the lines, so I want to share something new today

making up as I go along... I am a poet with a problem. And, um, problems

are good if you try and solve them. And, so I'm trying to solve this one right

here by just speaking kind of what comes to my ears or maybe it's coming

from the inside I don't know, but I hope these words are coming through

clear because I want to grow in this gift that I know I've been given, yet I've

been hindered (it's been hidden).  And, it's kind of forbidden for a poet to

flow just like the lyricists do because were separated though we're the same,

and one just understands the tunes. And, I want to make music and I want to

make poems, yet one is easier, I just flow in them. So, I'm going to speak

what comes to my mind and I'm going to hope that its rhyming and it's on

time, and all the other things that poets do with the music, with the performing

and with whatever ways they reach you and speak to you, I'm going to just

ignore those things and do what I do well which is listening and saying and

telling what I can tell which is not a lot as you can see, it's kind of like

rhyming ABCs, but whatever it is in the end I know that I'm using what I've

been given, and that kind of gives me a warm feeling inside. In fact, it feels

like fire, and it feels like I've died and risen again because I'm depending on

Him, and yet, in a certain way, it's okay because I never was here for my

own glory, and I'm just here to tell His story, and His story is the one, the

Jesus Christ that you've ready about probably once or twice in a Bible or

maybe you've heard it in a spoken word by another person who memorizes

their words, but I can't seem to do that, so I'm just going to speak what

comes to mind because I think that I can rhyme on time, and so I'm going to

be doing that from now on, and I hope you enjoy the poems, the songs, and

stay with me more to come.

-Lis Carpenter


Now, I know letting go and surrendering to the flow is the best way to go. Memorizing hinders the rate at which you create, so is there a way to pick up the pace. What if you really knew that the flow wasn't from you but through you. Then, would you just do what you knew?

Learning's Gone Underground

This year I started with the focus on training my mind. I wanted to spend more time listening to audio and reading books that I thought would improve my standing. After some time, I found that it really takes going into spirit, underground, to subconscious thought. So, now that is my focus. It would be something if I could just follow instructions instead of testing and testing and trying new things out, but so am I.

I hear time passing
I hear an age approaching of wisdom
earth, time and space converging into a point of light
And us transmuting into the stars we once were
Like the ones we imagine above our heads
While we stare at what we perceive to be ahead
While we dream while we are awakening
While we sleep through the quaking of our spirits
And we know God
And we see Him all around, and we wonder at our selves, our origins.
We are life, like Him, to never die. No need for the things we create, and yet we must

Create

Like HIM

CREATE

Not like the creatures who move without songs, with understanding
Not like the waters which reflect our waves, our movement and our tendency
to swallow the land
Our passion for protecting our existence passes into a destructive force like the sun
we want to warm, but we burn up those things we touch
Children playing with matches
dropped one suddenly, now we want to run from the wildfires consuming this land
no, this planet
let's take flight to the moon
We found too soon that the moon is no place for spirits who put on flesh
our domain was to create in His place while He built universes

Listen to our song
"We Want More"

After air and fear passes into the memories of who we were, we will find our try at being heard
Our playing God on this earth, was for our lesson that the El Shaddai is worthy of His seat.
I often wonder if we are meet to be called the Sons of God.
I often wonder if we were the sigh after Lucifer fell from the skies.
But, this is despair that enters when we forget what and who Love is.

We fear the weight of glory crushing us and the beauty that shines from the inside,
this beauty present in everyone's eyes.

I appear to be fading. But, I am moving from life to LIFE, from faith to FAITH, from light to LIGHT.

And, I have a lot to give when I am resting in Divinity, apart from the well the world creates, I am a stream springing forth from the Great River, flowing from True North.

So, when I fill you, I am filled. I cannot abandon you while He Who Hears is compelling me to give. More than bringing the Kingdom we are revealing the Kingdom and giving the Kingdom to the thirsty and hungry souls that think that they "are" apart from their "being." They think their life is in their flesh, but we know it is of the Spirit, the Blood, the Water.

Do not prevent them from being baptized with this truth because the One with the fire in His eyes is waiting to baptize them with the Holy Ghost and fire, so that they can see and be...

LOVE.

This is not something the books can teach you. It is born of the Spirit, and when He does reach you, you know it. And, you know those that are of Him.

We are walking into a God that is bigger than the universe yet makes Himself small so that we can stand beside Him. We are walking with a God that seeks to supply all the things for what we desire to create. The one who made resistance so that we could be strong, sadness so that we could be joy, and loneliness so that we could be full when we received Him.

When we believe, we are receiving these things we seek.
When we fear, we are receiving the things we fear.
The laws don't change, so learn them. A creation reflects the attributes of the Creator.
"For, I am the LORD, I change not."


So rest in that thought.  And "be" like God because You ARE.


(This is a response to The Illusions Series teachings by Jean Miller)

brother

i am sitting up head hurting and eyes strained
because i feel like we have something unsettled
i wish, in our last conversation, i were talking to you and not to myself
i said
do what makes your heart sing

look at my poetry

it's all i've ever wanted to do

This is a poem about a dear friend that had not spoken to me in about two years and then messaged me on Facebook out of the blue with advice for where I should live and what I should do with my life.

"The One"

I am not feeling any sort of intense emotion right now, but I'm feeling like October 25, 2012 is pivotal in my personal development, so I have to write something.

I think people believe in fairy tales a little more than they'd like to own up to. People keep telling me that you'll just know when you've found 'the one.' But, I've felt like I've found the 'the one' three times now, and I don't care to share how that went for me. Please don't judge me if I think that some just marry because hormones confuse the living daylight out of them, and others, like me, get old and tired, and latch onto the health benefits.

I don't want any of this resurrected, but I'm sure it will be when kingdom come. As far as I can see and tell, I've been separating the the spirit from the body's will. I am no Eve, and I loathe her likenesses because there is no place for them in this world. I can transcend fear and hate but not passion. And, isn't this the very thing that has perplexed men for ages. Why can't we control this body, knowing we are not it? We are spirit.

I'm surprised by how disgruntled I was with trying to alter my mind and body to desire singleness. I see more evil than good that comes out of romantic relationships. It looks like the ultimate cage.

Unglued

This is response poem to receiving love and acceptance from Rock Mcilvain, a new father figure in my life.

I couldn't quite continue the way I was,
and to my knowledge, nothing was wrong,
but I was stuck--
stuck with this feeling that nothing mattered
much

It's such a sad place to be really,
that 'I could do better, but I don't really want to' state.
And, everything around you is designed to atropy
without you, the gardener, to set it right

I stayed there.

And, then I looked at what I could be, and I prayed.

And, I stayed there.

And, then I reasoned why I should change, asked for prayer, prayed.

And, then stayed there.

Well, not really stayed. I was fine for a day or maybe a few hours,
but then the sadness and despondency grew in me again.

Why do we with all our needs met, education and choices feel sad?
Love's waxed cold.
My core was dried, solidified.
My earth was not the moving flames that it should be until he said
he loved me.

And, my heart returned to what it was, a flowering strub
for beauty and touch -- moving the life and the blood
for others

for others.

---

A New Thing

I've always seen the light in my eyes as the good pleasure of others.
What does it serve for me, when I hardly see myself.

I am a new thing, a being, a flame of love.
Shall I burn or I warm you?

The Swell This World Creates: A love poem

I wrote another poem a few days ago because I have entered this illusion of love or the to give love and be with someone. We are all connected anyway...

Update: 01/23/13 The love was not an illusion. It is real. And, the appropriate title for this poem is "The Well This World Creates."

The Swell/Well This World Creates

Tell me something
Tell me some thing
because I crave your words
like a warm evening breeze by the sea

Tell me some thing
because I crave your presence--
like rose petals fallen and crushed
on a walkway

Your voice moves me,
and you walk by oblivious--

Speak I pray of your old ways
of sitting in silence
battling thoughts of grief
as you compose beauty on
the keys I long to touch
while sitting next to you
or inside you

Tell me your stories
of how you came to be here
a careless child that I would love
to discipline but cannot help but to
shake my head and smile...

...Where did you come from?

When you lean in with a fraction of
intent in your eyes
I am utterly consumed
I could go up in smoke!
In your gaze everything passes
in waves
It's difficult to imagine I am
still
trying to figure out how you do that

You hold my attention
with your intention to listen
for just a little while

And, I cannot give rhyme or reason
to what is happening to me
And, I have cast off fear
to love you
And, though you may retreat and
retreat
I cannot tire of entreating
you to be with me
because my delight
is just to be -- in your gaze.

---

I've never felt so okay.
I've never felt like the world could end,
and everything is perfect
because I'm with you.

When I found you
still a child inside
still working our the chaos of being
in your mind

I would sing to you the truth
you are perfect in my eyes
Perfection
Perfectly beautiful
An effort at
Divinity
A hopeful soul
A wounded knee
A pleasant balm
oils, waters free
freely flowing
and part of Me.
I love you.

Shane, Cameron, Machidiel.

The Faithful Pen

The faithful pen sits waiting for me to but glance in his direction. He's been a constant companion with each passing year and gazes longingly in my direction.

The much neglected pen.

I took him up and kissed him gently on the head, remembering his smell, remembering the feeling of being with a friend with whom no time could pass.

My long cherished pen...

I took up again today, knowing my way was to take the road less traveled. Knowing that my pen would often be my only companion along the way.

A Reason to Sing

Inspired by a thought that's been on my mind. What would living 100% for the kingdom look like in my life?

So, I'm going to exhale again,
and this time when I do,
I'm going to hope that I smell something other than
the half rotten cake and fried chicken on my breath

All this time I've been thinking that I've had something to prove,
and now I realize I'm just blessed.
With all I'm going through, all my biggest hits and misses
Sort of blew my way,

And, this is the year that I feared.
The short end of the stick, am I a millionaire?
When heaven meets earth,
God's riches can't be defined.

I'm trusted with what I can work with, and focus in on
so I...I decided to sit down
and watch my life unwind.
I've never been at the reigns, really.

This Poetry

And so I'm left with a question.
What are words if not spoken?
What are ideas without direction?

As I sit here recollecting;
All the measures I've been reenacting
instead of preparing my
impacting sonnet to our Statement without pauses

I was looking for the clauses
that would bring me some sort of notoriety
I was looking to the words that would write
me out of poverty

The poverty in my mind--
my disconnection from eternity
the aftermath of my insecurities or
victory over death--truth, life, liberty.

In that peaceful endless summer
surrounded by the Sun
I'll be singing praises
I could not have dreamt to've sung

This poetry. This poetry I have no rights to.
And, if I'm failing in my confession.
Then, they'll be no addressing the issue
when I'm wrestling with...my last breath.

Where to go from here

Monetize your gift like Jefferson Bethke.
2/2/12 - let me amend this. The purpose should be His gain.