The Clouds

 

The Clouds

 

I could take a cloudy day

To cover the way I see

The day, the sun and

Its temporal fun, the

Tan line on my skin

From the akin sound

Of the beat down,

The river that could

Drown the dead man

In me, the shade trees

Of the sundry of delights

He offers without

Demanding anything

Back He lets me keep

My own plate, He

Wiped clean the

Slate, we ice skate

Together on the

Placid river, He

Is the giver I am

A wide receiver

Never dropping

A pass, let the

Clouds come

Over the sun

That blinds me

From seeing the

Son and all His

Majesty, cloud

Coverage is

His leverage

For His brightness

Will burn out

Our sockets,

Our universe

Has no rockets

To get to His

Everlasting Pad,

He is a good dad

And forever I

Shout loud that

He is good,

Bring the rain

After this cloudy

Day, open up

The clouds

 

How Far We Are From God

If you were following the craziness of tweeting that was happening a few days ago I twittered that our hearts are far from God. I want to expound on this statement and the tension that we can live in as we are surroudned by two truths. One, we know, as believers of Christ, that we were once far off and alientated from his promises and His righteousness. Two, those who don’t believe are considered “ignorant and without knowing.” This is why Jesus said, “Forgive them(all of us) for they know not what they are doing. To say that we are far from God is my way of expressing that God is so good and kind and full of love and yet many people are far from KNOWING and UNDERSTANDING this.

We are no longer condemned, we are no longer ignorant. We have the promises of God. Its like when a parent calls to a child the rememberance of the required behavior and the ethics they have teached to their children. The parent holds their children to what they have taught them, not what they haven’t taught them. God holds us to what He has spoken to all of humanity but their is always room for correction to what we do not know. It is here where He is merciful and not one to hold a heavy hand above us. But we should also desire the fear of the Lord which causes us to recognize our own darkness and turn away from those things and return to Christ.

What I desire is to see those who are far from God, and the places in my own heart where I am far from God; draw near. I want people that surround me to see and this can only come by the working of His grace. In conclusion, God wants us to know Him and their are consequences for not knowing Him but He desires that all would come to know Him and for this reason we proclaim both the great and the terrible, the fear and trembling with his unsafe goodness.

 

Safety Zone

Safety Zone

 

Shields and Harmony

Lemay and ride to

Big city burrito

A churro at Taco

Johns, some of

My crew gone

Far and away

Behind Chris

I ride the Honda

Ruckus and it

Takes me back

To when we blew

Everything up and

Egg yoked houses

Not our own—how

We ran as no

Safety zone

But now I see

Years later that

The hot tub was

The most love

That poker was

No joker gone

But a thrift

Store stops to

More surf ties

Rock and how

Proms and

Promises and

The habituary

Obituary had

Me up in a

Tangled teather

Ball stand, wrapping

Around  to get to

The bottom

Of our issues

I went through

Much issues

But 1-25 and

Far better than

The highway

5 how D-town

Rooftops were the

Perfect spots for

Late night talks

And Jericho Kids

Would enlist bids

For future amps

And winter camps

That changed our

Lives I am happy

To arrive on

November 12^th

To celebrate a life

Well lived before the

King, come on,

My friends, make

Me sing

 

Objects

 

Objects

 

Full of weed

She sows the seed

And can’t bleed,

She is a breed

Of her own

Surrounded

By single

Mom responsibility

With no urgent

Stability

Noah can’t find

His bottle she

Pushes full throttle

And spends all work

Money on grass,

I take a pass and

Look through her

Glass, deep down

In her organs

It must be

Something in

The orange

Air that makes

Her turn blue

When fire beneath

Splits her in two

She cries out

For it to be

Over but so

Shall it be

That our

Greatest sin

Can be leaving

Women with

Responsibility

That should

Be the men

That treat them

Like objects

And the usual

Suspects to

Snap a Polaroid

For this I am

A droid to

How they

Feel

 

Me Along

 

 

Me Along

 

Stocking the shelf full of

Future dates and crates

Full of milk are so far

Off it seems sedated

That I will never

Escape the briskness

Of the expectation

That dairy must

Be stocked for

Yogurt and dessert

I could retreat from

These obligations

Cause I can’t see

My birthday on

Lettuce bags nor

Packages of meat

But as I empty

Out these lugs

Its drugs to

Keep me in check

For I can’t say no

To time moving

Me along, I am a

Lost helpless child

In the mall of America

Searching with hysteria

For my mother and

Sister, for they once

Had me in their grip

But now I rip my

Jeans on my own

Time from box

Cutters and it

Mutters the chatter

Of the orange county

Bounty

And all it brings,

Onions and potatoes

Apples and for Snapple

You have to go to

A real grocery store

With coupons and

A discount I cannot

Recount 24 years of

Days I’ve spent

Writing to you,

Speaking of You

And standing Holy

Since the age of three

For this I let time pass

I put these products

On the shelf, against

The wall, I embrace

The fall that ends

In the abyss of

All that you cannot

Dismiss

 

Sweetness

Sweetness

Latent desires

Raging like vampires

In disguises their

Mask comes with

A flask of fake

Sugar like sunny

Delight and tang

Lined up to sing

The song needed

To put blood suckers

On display, for night

And day they suck

The life out of people

Searching for real

Blood, for real sugar

Out of a fresh baked

Orange

In the sun garden

Strip, this is the

Trip and the journey

To finding eternity

For blood sucking

Creatures surround

Me draining out

His blood drowned

By the flood of

Noah and sugar

Came in twos

 Leading clues

That fake sugar

Melts my teeth

And the heath

Bar that we eat

Is nothing compared

To the sweetness

Of His company,

Yes, for sure,

I am His story

And gory they

Go but I ask

For my blood

To be given away

To His way, I ask

For real sweetness

Not oranagina or

The fragrance

Of Florida

 

Expire

Expire

 

My license was about to expire

I would have tripped a wire

To hotbox a stolen car,

A grand theft auto slide

A way to guide me around

This county and all its bounty

I wonder where I will roam to

Find the satisfaction that the

Sun brings that maybe south

Of me San Diego would cry

Out like a Winnebago traveling

From city to city I might fly

North for that girl that was

Pretty and flirty with text

Messages about nothing,

A knotting in my stomach

Are all the things on this

Earth, the money man

Makes, the gall it takes

To stand up and face

Your fears, the many

Tears of the temporary

Afflictions, all that

Will soon expire

As that man behind

The counter punched

A hole in Missouri

No longer shall it

Be with me that

Where I go He

Lives and I look

Back and relax

At all that God

Did for as I get

Older time wasted

Will expire, clothes

Worn will retire,

Jobs will rehire

Again, one day,

But in the end,

The traffic

Jams on the

Highway five

Will take a

Nosedive and

They too will

Expire into a

New earth, a

New birth rising

From the dead

We will be instead,

So poke a hole in

What will burn

To the ground

 

Balcony

Balcony

 

He stands over the balcony

Of heaven, He points to

The Son and the Angels

To the many angles that

Man operates in, all the

Opus is in his focus,

He screams with affection

“Look, my children are

Choosing Me down there”

The Son would later write

It in clay and the book of

Life that those weak humans

Seek Me when the world

Drowns and drones they

Seem to be not understanding

His eternal plan that all

Are invited to the table

In the presence of enemies

He delights in victories

He is For us and not

Against our testimonies

That we are shouting back

To His balcony, YES,

We choose you when the

World does not know

You and how his love

Would rest like a dove

On our shoulders, it

Makes us like boulders

Stacked upon a hill,

We get past for the

Thrill of overcoming

And that’s his word

To us that we are not

Unheard by His balcony

He spends all His time

Staring down with

Tears of Joy over

A little boy turning

Into a man and all

Who grow into His

Plan, I’ve given

You every Sunday

Night but still there’s

More that I want,

There’s more that

I cannot live

Without

 

Ruined

Ruined

 

He wants us ruined

In our street clothes

He wants our rags

And laser tag games

To occur outside

Of the sanctuary

Of His factory

And laboratory

Where we sit

And stare as

He would tear

Into us, ruin us

For Him, cause

Us to live for

Nothing that’s

Not Him and

As I look down

At my stained

White shoes I

See that fighting

To keep things

Clean may be

The biggest

Battle against

The roll and rattle

Of the broken bodies

Making their way

Into my rigor mortis

Frame where I am

Stiffened and stifled

To the world, I am

Unafraid to shine

I am not scared to

Live Holy, He is

Ready for me to

Keep my hoody

On covering the

Back of my head,

I’m already dead

Walking to and fro

From the earth

Since before birth

I am his messenger

In dirty white shoes

And ketchup stained

Shirts with some grass

Stained jeans from

Crying out to Him,

That there is more

He wants to ruin

Within me, this is

About being hungry

 

 

Connected

Connected

 

Everything is connected to something

My phone to my computer

To a Savior to His father,

My father to the world,

The world to me and me

Through them all my

Twitter to facebook,

To my blog, shall I

Hog all the limelight,

Shall I lye down

Without distraction

And plea that I cannot

Find satisfaction for

The crash of technology

Could be the best thing

For me and you and

This world off cue

And a barcode sku

They would scan

More items and

Stay connected

To the deadbeat

Drum of big

Screen tv’s

And blu-ray

Dvds, anything

That will make the

Soul squeeze in

Dissatisfaction