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?