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?