Why in despair sweet dancer of the light?
Come now and sit with me in the basement of hope..
Where art lies and music strings--
Long for curious fellows to inhabit..
Expression of veins on fire,
Must get it out for fear I shall burst..
And then, art is upon the ground.
Schrapnel-like pieces..
Put me back together, so I can be whole again--
One with you, sitting here..
In this basement of hope.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Carnival
You will remain a vestibule of wonder...
Influx of memory and emotion--
They play together on the merry-go-round..
Until they spin off---
Off into worlds of their own.
Collide they may in future happenstance..
To harbor this hope of collision is a loss,
For living in the now is how I learn to breathe.
Influx of memory and emotion--
They play together on the merry-go-round..
Until they spin off---
Off into worlds of their own.
Collide they may in future happenstance..
To harbor this hope of collision is a loss,
For living in the now is how I learn to breathe.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Awakening
I sit in the background, muffled voices, smiles of pleasure as wine glasses toast each other..
Conversations unfold, soft lights and the music telling stories, probably more fascinating than the mirage of present voice.
Everything within this house is beautiful to the human eye, the food is so amazing--I sit in wonder, as the time might arrive where it will come alive and dance upon the silver platters.
I always have split feelings about these events for the privileged. I suppose I don't need to be so judgmental, but I believe these thoughts are present due to the growing realization that this world fades away, and I want others to get it. Copious amounts of money is spent on alcohol--booze, booze and more booze. It was as if the importance and esteem of alcohol was greater than mere sustenance..all the people hiding behind their glasses as if everything was fine--well, it's not ok--there are people struggling with addictions, heartache, agonizing depression and anxiety, the loss of loved ones, divorce, and the list could continue.
I imagined this scene as if in a movie..Jesus came crashing through the gold-plated doors in a simple, yet commanding presence. Glasses came crashing to the floor, mothers crying in efforts to shield their babes from the confusion, men at a stand-still. Jesus destroyed everything that had become an idol--all alcohol was destroyed, most everyone stripped of present comfort. The words of Jesus..piercing, yet soft. Jesus communicated the salvation story, and the reality of the depravity of mankind. Some people fell upon their knees in the realization of their depravity, others would have nothing to do with the Savior of the Universe.
And then, as if coming out of a cold sweat, my daydream had ended. A smile that arose from soul's depth landed upon my face, and I knew that I had true freedom and peace, which was a gift from Jesus. I find it is a daily battle to surrender the rights to myself and to this world, but it is now a joy. The world is losing it's appeal, and I am learning to mourn for those who are blinded.
Conversations unfold, soft lights and the music telling stories, probably more fascinating than the mirage of present voice.
Everything within this house is beautiful to the human eye, the food is so amazing--I sit in wonder, as the time might arrive where it will come alive and dance upon the silver platters.
I always have split feelings about these events for the privileged. I suppose I don't need to be so judgmental, but I believe these thoughts are present due to the growing realization that this world fades away, and I want others to get it. Copious amounts of money is spent on alcohol--booze, booze and more booze. It was as if the importance and esteem of alcohol was greater than mere sustenance..all the people hiding behind their glasses as if everything was fine--well, it's not ok--there are people struggling with addictions, heartache, agonizing depression and anxiety, the loss of loved ones, divorce, and the list could continue.
I imagined this scene as if in a movie..Jesus came crashing through the gold-plated doors in a simple, yet commanding presence. Glasses came crashing to the floor, mothers crying in efforts to shield their babes from the confusion, men at a stand-still. Jesus destroyed everything that had become an idol--all alcohol was destroyed, most everyone stripped of present comfort. The words of Jesus..piercing, yet soft. Jesus communicated the salvation story, and the reality of the depravity of mankind. Some people fell upon their knees in the realization of their depravity, others would have nothing to do with the Savior of the Universe.
And then, as if coming out of a cold sweat, my daydream had ended. A smile that arose from soul's depth landed upon my face, and I knew that I had true freedom and peace, which was a gift from Jesus. I find it is a daily battle to surrender the rights to myself and to this world, but it is now a joy. The world is losing it's appeal, and I am learning to mourn for those who are blinded.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Untitled
Mind penetrates breath, till speech no longer a gift--
Entrails of your touch, your being rubbed off onto..
Pale skin beneath moonlight's kiss,
Oh what you've done to me..
Heart moving in dolphin-like oceanic speed--
Until intersection of dreams crash this--
Stain-painted euphoria.
Entrails of your touch, your being rubbed off onto..
Pale skin beneath moonlight's kiss,
Oh what you've done to me..
Heart moving in dolphin-like oceanic speed--
Until intersection of dreams crash this--
Stain-painted euphoria.
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