Broken Gravity, Part 2
Awake at night
Looking for flight
Out of this place
High above in space
Inward groan for grace
Like a child’s broken arm
Fragile and fear fed.
There’s been bloodshed
From humanity
I reach to change gravity
Like a protest of hostility
I strive for humility
But willingly, its not
Enough, I can’t just buy
More stuff
But now I see
The way you created we
But why and where and when
Is the wrong question
Motivation, its heaven—Hear Him!
It’s the human tragedy
We can’t control gravity
Life brings us severity
Blinds us, no clarity
Those moments where men stare blurry
And find more reasons for misery
Its like this in history
That we are from the dust
Its like rust on an old car,
We feel old and far
Its minus and plus
To pull us over the fence,
We need true repentance
Broken Gravity
We pay our penance
We watch the globe
Enroll in circles
Rain falls then
Laughter and chuckle
At disaster, from your
View, You are Master
Control our gravity
Cause us to see
Human Mess
My sliver in
The picture
My part in the
Play, My life
Laid out for
Display, everyone
Come and see
What you’ve seen
Come and glean
From the steps
Stolen and
The path chosen
Nothing backwards
Effect, forward motion,
It’s that whimsical commotion
Of the table on the far
Side of the fable, carrying
On their babel
Pulling and twisting
Is the better man in
We that wants to live
Free like the Alcatraz
Prison island
That separates God
And Man, we see and
Stand far away
From Him
Your birth in this
Earth is unchangeable
By your awakened
Presence, feel
It down your spine
You incline to listen
To what disqualifies
Glory from touching
You and family
But split ups like
11th grade homecoming
Dances, take second chances
And replace false
Romances
You send all
Around and within
The point of this poem
Is found in Him.
College dreams struggle
To survive are all apart of
The tapestry of those defeating
Church hypocrisy
And the misery that
Accompanies the plaster
Disaster that follows
Forever 21 and shops
Loaded with the gun
Of vain imagination
And playground
Participation
And see what
I am saying, hear what
I am bringing
No words can express
The human mess
I’ve searched it on
The internet, I’ve
Sought it with lament
It follows up and down
The life well lived
Decorated and
Smug surrendering
The drug of going
Numb like candy
Cigarettes, let man
Borrow the placebo
Let us be still and
Know. Let us
watch for the
Afterglow.
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Poetry for me has always been an avenue of expressing revelation from heaven and my observations of society and the activity that accompanies my life. Poetry is the unlimited opportunity to express any kind of emotion that you desire. Whether pain and suffering or joy and redemption and most of the time; both.
Recently, I have been reading The Wasteland by T.S. Elliot. It has been my recent source of inspiration except my style in certainly not his. Nonetheless I love reading poetry from others.
So, send me your poetry. Lets start a poets club on Facebook and WordPress!!
Lets run on the sandy shores upon the vast cyrstalline ocean of creativity. Where with God all things are possible and the sky is the limit with your poems.
This is inspisred by some prophetic words spoken over me.
ContendRester
Damaged armor all
Around covering me
Helmet dented, He
Can’t see the victory
Ahead of Him.
Contend, let your
Soul, spirit, body
Bend into Him.
Ripped to shred armor
Like a grain farmer
I’ve been sowing
Seeds, I believe
You see Me,
Diligently reward
Fight for crowns
Not seen by
Magazines or
TV but on the Day,
When sun shreds dark to glory,
Earth split by Holy Fire.
Like a pebble in the sand,
My plan is grand beyond
Your hand plowing for
My approval, like a triple
Sequel you keep striving
For stain glass and
Steeple to hold you
Together.
I know, when it rains, it pours
Your fog shift will lift
And clear as rain falling on
A cloudy day, new light will
Enter my way.
Mercy surrounds
My mountain view
Of you, as the
Pebbles drift away
You command me to stay
Still in one place
Contender for grace
I can’t let you lace
Your own shoes and
Fight for what’s not yours
To earn.
Be still and listen and learn
You feel the burn
Of my presence invading
Your space, I want it all
From Spring to Fall,
I have answered your call.
Just kick the pebbles in the sand.
The rainbow hovering
Over the blue torched sky
Tells me I am gonna live
And not die.
Pacing circles in the rain
Searching for gain in this
World
Where I dub over
What hurts and
What stings deep
Beneath me.
Messenger of bitter
Scroll eating defeating
Thrill seeker sensitive
Church goer
That is clueless
To what is coming
To the earth.
But must know the love
Of the Father
Must be able to
Rest, little contender.
Face it here, face it now.
I read lamentations 3
Covered in verses
About your mercy.
God, please, let
Me see, I am only
23, but surely goodness
Comes from He who made
This rainbow bending its
Way around Me, stepping
In front of the choices
That can’t take back me
Into somewhere else
Put all the lies
On the shelf.
Simply Put: Help!
How could I leave out Jack Campbell, the Family Man himself. This has become one of my favorite movies in the past few months. You could use a jackhammer to crack some concrete and if you live in Kansas City you must eat at Jackstack Barbeque. Next to Arthur Bryant’s Jackstack is top notch midwestern BBQ. Can’t think of anymore.
Hope you enjoy the last two poems I posted. And Yes, Trader Joes is the best place to work ever! And I am not crossing my fingers hoping my managers stumble upon this blog and see how excited I am to be working for their company but seriously; it rocks. Dana Point is already a majestic place to live, its nothing like heaven I am sure but the weather this place offers and the beach that is only 2 miles away from my house. It seems like some kind of paradise. I am blessed to be alive and to be working at a time like this in our economy. I am curious as to what Obama has to say tomorrow morning.
Peace.
Windbreaker
All the pain
Your phone brings
I hear each ring
The sound sing
We’re through
Finished, no rescue
What am I to do,
Sitting still
Starting at this bill
You walk out the
Front door and
Leave me dead on the floor
Alone without stilts
Full of guilt
Like a lifer murder convict
I can’t predict
We come back to
Each other, bury
The red rose, its over!
Flying like an airplane
With all your fears
At the door
Release into the
Air, I no longer
Fear, sit still—here
Confidence in His presence
Like swinging a crane
Into a window pane
My vision smashed
By your condemnation
And accusation like a
Child facing a giant
You swing your words
Around til they
Hit the ground
And surround
Me with glory.
Legions march to rescue
Abort mission
Torment for
A season, there is
great reason
No treason
Set your face
And glean from
Him. He is and was
And is the Beginning.
Retreat
Sprinting home
Seeking the lease
Wanting release
You feel it like
Grease— slipping
Out of control
Take the poll, vote you,
Let it roll
Like a murder convict
Behind bars. I predict you
Run far as hard as you can.
Use your words like a weapon.
Get out of this situation.
Retreat
Its seems to be the
Only way
He’s been running for years
Hiding under chairs
Meditating on all he can’t
Do, what’s it to you,
Almighty God who made he
Can’t you see, He’s too busy
Looking at He.
Step up to the microphone
Make His name known
Pain masqueraded by his
Mental parade of failures
Since birth he has know
Greatness, his own,
Where’s his berth
In Your disposition
Suddenly it hit him,
Leave place living—retreat
It seems to be
The only way.
It’s a hiss in the
Ear, that no one could
Ever care
Piles and piles of condemnation
On the floor, all his documents
Of mistreatment, its seems
Set in stone like wet cement
Tacked on the wall
Who hears when he calls
Alone in the ocean
Of constant motion
And makeovers like
Natural disasters
And that fake plaster
He’s worn forever.
Suitcase full of rejection
In the fire of correction
He’s got the wrong direction.
Walk out the front door,
Don’t look back,
Heart attack, I am
Done taking the smack
From your lips, I am leaving
Splits in two
Like nail and thumb
You’ve called this dumb
I stand for what’s won
For the children,
Not angry men
Like tree tops of grassy
Fields of green mercy
We’re going toward a
New Day
Far and away
Thanks to Amanda Beattie here are some more Jacks in history. Jack and the Beanstalk, Jack the Ripper, Jack from the Muppet Movie (“Jack not name, jack job!”) Capt. Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean.
After watching Meet the Parents last night Jack Burns is played by Robert De Niro. The overprotective sly EX-CIA interrogator that drives his daughter’s prospect for marriage into a myriad of disappointments. In the end, it all works out but man, that Jack guy is a tough cookie to please.
The movie Jack starring Robin Williams is similar to The Currious Case of Benjamin Button where aging and time are all backwards. Jack is a ten year old trapped in an 40 year old body. There was a show in the 1950’s called the Jack Benny Show. How could I leave out the famous Jack Johnson and even the famous story of Jack Frost turned to a movie in 1998. Jack Frost Big Boulder is a resort in northern Pennsylvania.
More than just names we, as a culture, have adopted popular sayings around the name Jack. We say, “that’s jacked” or the plane just got hijacked. He is a jack of all trades and if you want some greasy fast food you can always visit Jack in the Box. Which Kansas City doesn’t offer this opportunity(you gotta drive to St. Louis, and me and Z almost did it once).
Well, the list of Jack’s seems like it could go on forever. And that’s what I would like, give me some more names or references.
My eyes have been opened to a very simple observation. Guys named Jack seem to be the heroes, or supposed to be the heroes. In movies and in television the name Jack seems to be of popular choice. Jack Kirby penned the great Captain America comic book, which is going to be made a movie in 2011. Jack Bauer is the heroic negotiator and protector of terrorism in the hit show 24. Jack Dawson, played by Leonardo Dicaprio in Titanic, saves Rose from her quite life of desperation. He dies so that she can live.
Jack Shepherd is the reluctant leader in the show Lost. Oceanic Flight 815 plane crashes in some island between Australia and L.A. Jack is the heroic surgeon that becomes the groups spokesman. Jack Ryan, as penned by Tom Clancy is protector of his family and CIA special agent. Many a films have been made from Tom Clancy’s books. As played by Harrison Ford in Patriot Games, Clear and Present Danger and Ben Affleck plays the hero in Sum of all Fears.
Jack means “God is gracious.” So, I wonder if that has anything to do with it or do we just like the name Jack. Its just an observation but add to the list.
Who else is named Jack?
Continuing on the theme of digging up some old posts, here is one that I did on the Secret Place. Just recently I watched the Secret Garden which sparked my discussion on the secret place when I wrote this March 07. I cut out some parts.
The Wisdom of the Secret Place
I remember when I was a little boy(means I was 5-18 years old) and I read, well sort of, the book Secret Garden. I remember gawking over the movie. This is strange, why do I like the movie so much without even finishing the book. This was truth for most tykes that saw the movie without pouring over the strenuous details in the novel.
I remember this book was about three kids who were all in different places in their lives. There was the little girl, the crippled boy and someone else. The mystery of their lives is discovered when they find a secret garden. The discovery of this hidden place is what transformed their lives forever.
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