Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Transition of Means


As time goes on I've begun to find that my most effective means of expression is no longer what it used to be.

Once I thought that my pencil pushing pretty pictures from my sketchbook
Was my catalyst
To the emancipation of my emotional constipation
But

My spirit is no longer satisfied with my innate ability to act as
Human copy machine or conduit for creative thought.

I have discovered that homeostasis is an illusion
Like the horizon it’s an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it

My internal equilibrium remains tilted
And I increasingly become more dysfunctional with each passing day
Unless my pencils start hitting paper
And start leaving incandescent footprints in the sand dunes of my mind
Ensuring that I can see my way through the whirlwinds of my internal conflict

As long as I can see my footprints
I can think my way out
My words become successive hits of truth serum
 Injected directly into the artery connecting my body to my third eye

My new found use for my pencils to create art and expression has calmed my tumultuous disposition
 Transmogrifying my storm cloud thoughts into flows of life blood spilled from cognitive battles long fought

Thoughts now willing to be shared and made collective experience
Willing to teach
To spark
Insight
Inspire
But first and foremost
To unleash the beast of my pent up desire

No longer sustained or satisfied with pencil pushing pretty pictures
 I turn to poetry and the pleasures of exciting word amalgam.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

cool nights and soft cushions

The umber glow of incandescent glass and a lamp shade are so perfectly paired together that I cannot help but smile to myself in the soft warm light.

Here,
alone in my thoughts
wrapped ever so comfortably in a blanket.

I am so secluded and yet there is such an intimacy here. My place is set and my seat on my favorite couch is warm from my lengthy stay.

My personal intimacy with all that is nocturnal, all that is quiet, all that is soft and cool and warm. The night whispers in my ears, "You are sooooo loved" and embraces me.

Holds me tighter with each passing moment.

It's so quiet here

Even my breathing disturbs the peace.

The windows are fully open and yet there is no breeze,
no slight quivering of the blinds, not even a rustle is sensed in the stillness.

In the quiet the night is speaking
of safety and sleeping loved ones you know are well and dreaming

The Earth is so quiet you can feel the grassy soil and mossy moistness glistening with newly rested dew and potential energy awaiting a familiar cue from first light.

and the shadows,
oh the shadows, how they dance
as angels do in secret places.

They are soft and nimble and full of vibrant energy
In the contrasting copper casts of a foggy corner street light they meander in the same grass the soles of my feet had caressed but days ago.

Oh how sweet their hues of blues and sweet serene sensations of life unconscious and perfectly still.

I want to dance with them

My loving, Luna sings to me about how every night used to feel just like this one and the shrowded side of nature convened in silence just to enjoy the peace

She feeds me bliss and as my lips curl around it's goodness it all melts
as coolly darkened as the shadows outside my window  still soundlessly dancing.

I hear the sounds of passerby vehicles on wet roads and wonder why they stay suspended in wakefulness like me

the night whispers lullabies in languages unbeknownst to me and more powerful and potent than any good mix from a medicine man.

and my soft bed calls to me also as my eyes begin their decent
my sheets and blankets waiting for me in the same hues of blacks and blues as the shadows i see

my night
my intimacy
and my thoughts
once coursing... now lull
and ebb...and flow
and...
and...and...
my prayers go out and
the night goes away
then birds and
wakefulness soon and
my intimacy...
good morning... goodnight

Thursday, July 14, 2011



A Lonely Poem


This one is from way back. I definitely am in a better place now.

A thought often crosses my mind of melancholy disposition,
Genesis of morose pleasures when empathy seems lacking
My love for others has become a weakness and strength alike
And I wonder…

“If I vanished, would most even notice I was gone?”
Would they remember to tell me “Happy Birthday!”
Would they call me just to catch up?

If I stopped instigating the conversations, would they think enough of me to become an instigator themselves and ask if I were ok?

I know life is busy, and I know good friends are few,
But do you think of me as much as I think of you?

You are constantly in my prayers.
Your face illuminates my mind
No matter how busy I get or how much my life may suck I still think of you.

If only 2 or 3 echoed my sentiments, I’m not sure that those would be enough for my satisfaction
Maybe it’s because far more than 2 or 3 cross my mind daily,
Maybe I care too much for too many,
Maybe the point is to learn how to pour into people out without expectation of anyone to pour back.

Still, my question rings clear, “How many would think of me if I quietly disappeared?”

Why do I crave such attention?

To me, it seems a simple request to want to know that one is loved by more than just those who share their blood. They’re forced to put up with you. They might as well love you.

I want to know that my name elicits fond memories in the hearts of the lives I’ve been privileged enough to come into contact with, and that those memories move them to seek me out to make more of them.

I have meditated on actually vanishing, but for fear that my presence would not be missed, my thoughts are arrested and cannot manifest action.
I relinquish the notion to disappear and fall back into self-serving habit. I go through my contact list and search for someone who wants to talk to me as much as I them.

I seek to remind them that I am here.
That I exist
And that I care
Then wait in anticipation and hope of reciprocation
In vain

No one answers my knocks
My calls fall on deaf ears
I busy myself to forget

If God has answered my call for a friend, I believe I may have ceased to hear his voice. Or maybe my relationship to him has correlations to that of mine and my deaf friends.






Maybe, I never really knew his voice in the first place…

Grandma’s Penny for My Thoughts

The wise words of grandmothers should be sought often.
Something I learned quickly.

I told her that I wanted God to bless the work of my hands so that I could show many people what they could not see.
His miracles

And my grandmother glanced at me observantly and inquired, “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

She called upon experience
And he sat on her left
She did the same with perspective
And she sat on her right
She called upon the Holy Spirit, which resided inside and together they began to speak.

They told stories of great persons passed and the sacrifices they made
The great prices THEY paid
For the anointing of the gift for which they asked

My grandmother said, “To ask for greatness, means to ask for much blessing and great suffering.”
Experience, perspective, and the Holy Spirit nodded in agreement.

All I Want to Do

All of the postings from today are fairly old things that I' wrote several years ago.

All I want to do

All I want to do is sleep
So I can wake up again

A sucker punch from the sandman between the eyes
A cordial handshake from Morpheus
Either would do the trick
REM makes iniquity’s enormity fade

At least in my head

All I want to do is sleep
So I can wake up again

I want to rise like the eastern sun saying
“This is the day that the Lord has made, and I will rejoice and be glad in it”

My blackboard, littered with debris, is pure and lacking fault when the sun rises because
“His mercies are new every morning.
All I want to do is sleep
So I can wake up again
Then my soul wakes and says

“Though my spirit be downtrodden and despaired, the day is not yet over.
What’s passed is written, but the future is still mine to shape.
The transgressions of a day can still be forgiven and forgotten before the setting of the sun.”

Still,
All I want to do is sleep
So I can wake up again
Insight sprints from my heart to my head and back.
God, may my confession become a prayer
And my pleas of forgiveness be heard

My insight made complete by promise
My soul cries for instantaneous repentance
“Tomorrow is promised to no man”

My paths made straight
And my attention lingers on one new thought

All I want to do is stay awake
Because sleep seems a waste of my God-given time…

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Falling More in Like


(Inspired by: Big Poppa E)

I really don't think you realize just how hard I've fallen for you since the first day I met you.
Falling in like just doesn't cut it anymore because I fall in like with you every time we speak for a completely different reason than the last.
I have tried to find another to take your place but for some reason beyond my comprehension, you stay while others come and go.
 I don't think it's because you're the one I feel got away, because you've never been mine. It's not because as of this second you are, for me, the unattainable relationship that so many chase.
No, it’s not that either. My attraction to you is beyond anything generic… the closest words I can use to describe it: emotionally gravitational.
 I commend your beauty of mind, body, and soul, for they have captured my attention and kept it for much longer than I have expected.
I don’t want to just bargain to the nth degree so I can give you your favorite candy on a daily basis. I don’t want to just eat graham crackers with you under our fort in the land of Livingroom.
My wish is that when I look into your eyes next time I won’t flip because I’m close enough to see the light in them shining back at me, or because I want our pinky fingers to embrace or because the last time we were this close we shared our first kiss…….
On the cheek.
My wish is for our lips to meet the next time and I want the butterflies usually located in my stomach to stop fluttering in my head and chest when I know you're near because your presence makes me somewhat lightheaded and takes my breath away.

Now that you know exactly how I feel, only one thing remains. You still haven’t answered my question yet.
Do you like me?
Yes [  ] No [  ] Maybe [  ]
Check one please.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

A Good Conversation



Earlier today i wondered out of the blue "what did hitler look like in his baby pictures"
no baby is evil.
What happens along the way to make them that way?
Someone who will probably delete me from facebook when they wake up tomorrow posted the status "Don't let the gay people take over this country"
and i went off on him, no caps lock or anything, but seriously. Out of all of the cruelty and ugliness in our world, in our lives, why hate love?
^end of my rant
but yes, i like the idea of you having a blog
I will be sure to read it


People that say things like that are the people I was talking about that just don't get it. Gay people aren't going to take over the world. I've always thought that the government should step out of the picture and let homosexual people do what they want. It's not an issue for government. Marriage is under the jurisdiction of the church and should remain that way. The Bible says that homosexuality is wrong, but if a church decides to accept it, that's between them and God, if someone comes out of the closet, that's between them and God, if gay people want to get married, that's between them and God. It's not our right to judge because we have not the capability to do so justly.
Whether you believe it's wrong or not, it's not your place to judge or place condemnation.
Your job is still to love everyone
period
end of story


THANK YOU
I nodded after every sentence you just wrote
I've been reading a lot lately. I finished reading the Kiterunner a few days ago and now I'm reading a book called A Thousand Splendid Suns, and in the latter a girl is forced to marry a man who is 40 when she is 15, and there is no quarrel about the sanctity of that marriage. Like, I honestly don't get it
I know I'm not the best Christian, but I do try my best to love everyone, and I'm pretty successful. But, when others who are more involved in their faith choose to condemn instead of love I just get so confused
it's like when i used to run cross country. I sucked. BUT I never walked. Ever And when the girls who were awesome would sprint in front of me and then walk until I caught up with them, I was furious.
How can you claim to be a runner--but not run the whole race? How can anyone claim to be religious, but not love?

Thank you for agreeing. The Bible says "through loving kindness have I drawn thee" People will only accept something if they feel accepted and if you believe in what the Bible says about homosexuality and you believe that it's a sin then you can't thrust the Bible in people's faces screaming at them to repent. It's just going to turn them off. If you think they need to change, fire and brimstone is not the way to go. You have to love people. Just like anyone you feel is sinning , whether they're a kleptomaniac or a compulsive liar, you have to love them and let them decide for themselves. The only conviction people need is what's in the Bible and they have to choose to or not to believe it for themselves.
The rest is between them and God. Personally I side with the Bible on every matter, homosexuality included. I think if you pick and choose which parts of the Bible to believe and not believe you're opening it up to personal interpretation and that's never good, because if you can choose one part to ignore, then why can't someone else choose another part that they want to ignore? There are too many questions that arise out of personal interpretation and picking and choosing
Do you get what I'm saying?

yeah...I understand that. But all I know is that my God is an awesome God, and I can't imagine Him being cruel enough to deny love. But, to each his own.


I could argue and present another perspective to look at it, but I won't


Thank you. :)
I do appreciate that,

I don't want to overstep my boundaries and I'd like to preserve the integrity of our conversation. I can tell you feel strongly about it and I'm not going to challenge you on it. Just read it for yourself and come up with your own conclusions.


I will, I am glad that you care enough about our friendship to let our conversation not become a debate. And with the cloak of the internet, the tone of what we say might be different from our intent. 80% of communication is body language, after all

Yeah, I understand that fact very well which is why I choose what I say online very carefully. Not that I throw away caution when speaking face to face. But I know enough not to start a debate over the Bible. It says what it says, you choose to believe it or not. For me, I can't ignore any of it. I feel like it takes the significance out of the entire thing. It's like taking something out of context, if it's not whole you're missing something ya know.
I get that. You're very much like my mother :) She's very devoted to God and church. Sometimes I wish I was as strong in my faith that I actually wanted to go to church and be involved and read my Bible every day. But, she probably wasn't as devoted when she was my age. And I know that 'if it's right to be in church; it's wrong to be out', but idk, I'm content to just know that I should love everyone.
 I always feel bad because I go to church in bursts. Like, I'll get into it and go for like 5 weeks straight. But when my Christian mother insults me or the pastor says something I don't agree with or I get nasty looks for when I've returned after a long period of time, I don't like it anymore and I stop. 
I just really don't like when she swears at me and never apologizes. I don't like being a disappointment no matter how hard I try.


There was definitely a time when I didn't want anything to do with church, but my dad is a pastor and I can't help but be there lol. I have to be there. I'd always kinda just accepted it because it was an inevitable part of my life. It wasn't until recently that I really have pursued it for myself. I know this works not because I've seen it but because I've tried it and I've never gotten satisfaction like I have out of striving for perfection through love and sharing that with others. I know that church people can be some of the most judgmental people on the planet too. But that's why we have to love. If we get angry and stop just because we meet adversity then we've stopped being a witness to those doing the persecuting and insulting. Jesus never did anything wrong and they killed him for it. The Bible promises us that we'll meet adversity if we choose to live for him. If we choose to strive. It's ok that you ramble lol. It helps sometimes. But like I said, we're promised trouble in the bible. Jesus suffered and we too must suffer but don't you see the pattern? When you try, you meet adversity. People give you dirty looks, people cut you down when you're trying. It's because you're trying that they're doing that and you're giving satan exactly what he wants when you quit trying. He's using their faults and shortcomings to get to you and beat you down until you don't want to go. You've got to go for yourself though. You go to church because you want to be better, because you want to be a good Christian. No one else should deter you from that. You have to make up your mind that you're going to do it because you know that it's right. If you saw a group of people beating me and you came to get them to stop, would you quit because they started beating you too or would you fight for what you knew to be right? It's the same thing here. If you know that you should go to church and you feel compelled enough to go, go. Let no one hinder you. They'll do what they do, pray for them that they'll settle things out for themselves and you keep pressing on. Don't let their shortcomings become your downfall. You can't quit when it gets hard. When it gets hard, that's when you know it's working.
So, you're going into Art instead of Pastoring...? That was really uplifting and motivational, like an actual sermon. And I enjoyed reading it! The only other time I ever liked sermons was when I watched Joel Osteen on early sunday mornings. All extremely valid points, things--I admit--I hadn't considered or recognized before. But it is exactly as you said, I've got to go for myself. Sometimes I go to make my mom happy. Sometimes I go for community service hours (when I attend I help out in the visual media department, last time I synched the broadcast and managed the powerpoints) Sometimes I guilt myself into going. But I want to want to go. Just wake up one morning and be excited to get there not for anything but the pleasure of being there and getting to know God and his Word a little bit better.
lol I'm a Pastor's Kid, being raised in the church goes a long way. My parents have given me a really good foundation to go off of and God's gifted me in certain ways just as he's gifted them. My art is part of my gifting and I'm going to school to get the training I need to use it to it's fullest potential. Writing and speaking are also a part of my gifting and I have to learn to use them as well. As Christians, we should all learn to use our voices to uplift and inspire, I just have a head start because of my upbringing and God given talent with words. Whether I become a pastor that's also an artist is a mystery. I'm not going to ponder it, I'm just going to go wherever God leads me to go. But I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. I like being able to help. I'm glad you see what I'm saying. You're good to talk to. You actually listen lol. Most people tend to ignore my advice I think. If you start going for yourself you'll get to the point where you're excited to go. I know I wasn't for a long time, but now it excites me so much to enter into the house of God and praise him with people that I know are there to do the same. The bigger the crowd the more excited I am. I love going and just being able to chase after God knowing that I'm not running alone. I love my alone time with God at home too. I try to read everyday. Sometimes I forget, but that's ok. You try harder and harder not to forget again, that's all. We stumble, we fall, we forget, we're human. The really exciting part about developing a relationship with God is the progressive realization of how much he really loves you. Knowing that I serve a God who has protected me when I knowingly endangered myself, who protected me when I had no clue I was in danger, who gave me the grace to do more than I could have imagined myself doing, who loved me past my pain and past the times when I rejected him, that I have a savior who died for me, who not only died for me but still cries for me when I fall, who sits at the right hand of God and prays for me, intercedes for me, who stands in the gap for me when I don't have the words to express myself, who would die for me all over again throughout the rest of eternity because he needs me. I'm a part of him and so are you. Without us he feels like he's missing a part of himself! To know that someone loves you so much that they do nothing but put as many blessings in your path as they can to help you realize that they exist knowing that you probably won't recognize most of them, it's like getting flowers every day and ceasing to have the ability to smell them because we forget they're there. It's awesome.


I really like what you just said; I really do.
:) I've honestly never heard anyone speak as beautifully about His love as you just did. It's just hard. I know I'm full of excuses, but I don't want to go to church/read the Bible just because it would make Him sad if I didn't. Or do it for the glory I know that I would enjoy just because I'm an involved Christian. I want to show that I love Him, just because I do, with no tangible or intangible reward. And, I have a feeling that if I do that, I'll receive so much peace and love and happiness that I wouldn't have experienced otherwise. You know how all romantic movies have that "Love at first sight" motif? I want that with God, I want to just wake up and know, you know? What you wrote reminds me of how when I took Challenge Education last year we had to keep journals and I had written how I could feel God's presence in my life, and I remember being happy. But obviously, that burst came and went. I want it back. There's a church near ISU, right? I think I might go.
I'm pretty sure there are several churches around campus that you could go to. and I know what you mean when you say you want to do it just because you love him. When you realize how much he loves you, you want to spend more time with him, learning his character and what he wants, the more time you spend with him, the more you become like him. It's like adults always warn you, the people you hang around influence you in ways you don't realize and the character of the friends you choose becomes your character. It's the same thing with God. The more time you spend with him, the more you become like him. His character can't help but rub off on you. I know for myself that I've changed. I've changed sooo much, even just in the last year! In the last 6 months! I'm a completely different person. The more I realize how much God loves me, the greater my capacity to love is. The more time I spend with God, the more time I spend reading, praying, meditating on his word and things that he would want, thinking about what God would think about the less room there is for me to think about anything that would cause me to be anything but joyful. I can't help but have peace because I know more and more each day that God's got it, that he'll never give me more than I can bare and that nothing happens without his sayso. Sometimes it's hard to rationalize because we look at all the bad in the world, but much of the bad in the world is caused due to free will. We choose to wage war, we choose to perpetuate a dog eat dog society, we choose to stay stressed, we choose to smoke, we choose to drink, we choose do all these things that are detrimental to our minds, bodies and souls without realizing the consequences. Then we have the nerve to blame God for bad things that happen to us when most of it is our fault. Stress alone can cause so many problems that it can kill you yet people blame God when people die of heart attack or stroke. We blame God when our kidneys, lungs or liver failed because we abused our bodies. Granted some things we can't help, like cancer, but the Bible said that we'd suffer. We were doomed to do so since the fall of man. It's a small price to pay compared to the cost our sin demands. But God always gives us the grace to overcome it, he always provides a way of escape a way to have peace and joy and patience and all of God's characteristics despite of everything. Knowing all of that, you can't help but want to love him. You can't help but want to praise and worship him just because you want to give him something back. You feel like you could praise and worship for the rest of your life, for the rest of eternity for that matter, and it wouldn't be enough because you just want to bless God. That's what life is though. As Christians we choose to live our lives acquiring progressively more and more of his character, forsaking sin and spending as much time as possible blessing him back with praise and worship and witnessing to other people and blessing others with what God's already given us. How we live our life is worship. Everything we do, think, or say that gives honor and glory to God is worship and we do it to bless him back. Not for gain but because we just want to bless him back. We want to love him back. That's the point. That's the big picture. We love God and we love others because they're a part of him just as we are and the more love we show to others the more love we're showing to God himself. That's the entire point! The point of it all.
:) I'm glad that I stayed up so late tonight. I have gained so much from our chat, and for that I thank you. We should talk tomorrow, I am in need of advice and I feel like you wouldn't judge me and you would let me know what the right thing to do is. I would ask God, but we're not close enough yet that he would answer back to me in a way I would understand. I know that the more time I spend with him, the clearer that connection becomes, but as of now things are a little lost in translation. Anyway, it is 5:35 and I am fighting sleep so hard right now. I have to sleep. But, thanks again. It is always a pleasure and an honor to talk with you. I would say goodnight, but it's definitely morning right now. Sleep well, my friend. :)
Sleep well. I'm glad you stayed up too. I'd be happy to talk again tomorrow. I know how you feel about the closeness thing with God lol. I'm still working on that one myself. The pleasure is and always will be mine. You don't have to thank me. I'm doing my job as your friend and brother in Christ. Thank God for allowing us to have the opportunity to talk like we have. He set this up, he wanted us to have this conversation and we did. I look forward to our future conversations. Good morning :)
:) Good morning.
note: I think some part (mostly your part) of this conversation should end up on your blog.

A Nocturnal Epiphany

I heard a song today,
a song I've heard time and time again
but this time
I heard something sweet
and warm
something that stood
tender
and lovely
and lilting twixt the notes.
It reminded me of something ethereal
of faint memories
of gossamer
of light
and dancing
and I fell in love