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.

In This Fallen World

Image via WikipediaIt is inexplicable how the body resists what is just.
Three good days, and two days pushing against the rift.
And the rift is within. I am staring at my destiny, and it is in clear sight.
For once, it is in clear sight.
But, here comes another night.
Where I supt with demons that hate any gain.
I feel constraints and restraints from every side.
And, I wonder if it is myself, Or a silent siege, Or the effect of everything
played in the airwaves. The Prince of the air pulls us all to do his will.

I think I'll plug in another worship song.

"I don't really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don't do it. Instead, I do what I hate." -Romans 7:15

Sunday, December 18, 2011 - Learning

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Personal development is an unending road.

The strangest thing I have learned so far is that people generally become how you treat them. The most basic thing that I learned is that learning daily and pressing daily to correct your current thought processes is the only way to create better results. I could not really understand this process before. I did not take into account that we forget. If the Pimsleur process could be used to instill the laws of God rather than just language. That would be powerful. That is a worthy undertaking.