Musings

“Sinister Languages” (an experiment)

9 8 2008

Gente siempre están cantando something
Que está mientras algún que isn’t.
Primero, yo pensé todo estaba right
Que lo que estuvo traducido when
Carlos me diría algún como, “you
Necesitas relajar cuando tú don’t
Comprendes algún porque yo puedo get
A ti a través las entrevistas.” the
Ingenuidad pasó con el primer guy.
Y tenía que decir a él who
Está el jefe aquí y que is
Nuestro propósito, communicating
Todo lo que necesitas for
Hacer antes de regresando a you.

(untitled) – 9 8 2008

Stuffing spilling out on the floor,
A mattress shorn of its cover
Exposed; someone should shut the door.
Sitting, spinning, standing on one leg,
Water’s coming in, and I have a peg
To plug the hole, but its out of reach.
You know, I bore without some caprice.

Licorice doesn’t taste as good
When you only have a nip.
The mother tells me to be shrewd,
But that’s just a terrible pun.
I’m sure I would feel better
If I could just touch the Son
If for you life is a prison
Then to me, that’s not worth livin’
Step out of that cardboard box.
That color doesn’t suit you.
If I were just a fox that talks
Then I couldn’t stand like this.
But here on two I’ll ball my fists,
I’ll shut my mouth and talk to you,
Close my eyes and bow my head
And find another tune to dance to
After all, its not for me to say
What’s up or down—that’s for Him to make

Two logs floating down the river
‘Cept it splits and I’m still balancing
‘Tween the two and won’t leave either
I’ll stay here till I can no more
Then choose my fate or drown once more.

To Chanei – free verse
(8.10.2008 )

I’ve been stuck in my head all morning,
Just catching up with myself.
The world around me is groaning,
And I’m trying not to join the chorus.
You can strategize & idealize all day,
But at dusk when there’s nothing left,
The poor still moan and evil men hold sway.
That’s when we finally reach for the shelf;
For that One who never turns away,
Who loves us in all we are,
In His Son who died for what we were.
I’ll practice preaching later for those who care.
Right now I’m just trying to be aware,
And figure out just who I am.
So I can know how to be someone else.
Not for you or her or any of the fam,
But to be something different in the self.
To become more like the One who died,
To shine more like my savior up high.
I have already, but there’s more to cry,
Cause theres a change in the weather
And I can feel it in my soul.
The times a’commin’ when He’ll have severed
The bonds of sin that won’t let go.
Because theres water in your words,
but His are more precious than your world.

But He put something in my when he became a part of me.
Its something that won’t let me just let you die here.
So let go,
Grab my hand please, so He can take you from there.

“Waiting on the Doctors”

Amid the cries and screams
There’s healing here to dream.
But ointments don’t compare
To the sickness and despair
One thinks,
Is it the hope they bring?
Or a finger in the leak.

On ADD… (excerpts)

Their tails flitter in the breeze,
Capricious thoughts take to flight.
Wisps of contrails go my ideas;
Of minds antiquated strive,
To survive.
Ever shifting, moving foci;
Physics, writing, Puck’s rendition.
Drawing Pictures in the sky;
(I) heard Einstein had this condition
Or gift,
Though it must’ve been severe,
Math and physics out his ears.
Life’s mysteries in squares,
And with that we bake pies,
Fresh apples,
But don’t pick the wrong one.
I knew a girl who was snared,
She swooned before done,
But she had some friends who cared,
And found,
The one who could to make it right.
But we look with our own mind,
Groping in the darkening light,
Eyes, hands, and mind employed;
Rat me!
This is not my life that’s foiled?
To read and not recall
The plot, thesis, nor the scribe.
How did this ever befall?
Though adrift, not mine contrived,
(but) I’ll go ahead and set sail,
due course,
in this bathtub raft of shell.
I’ll raise my flag of freedom,
Set my tiller to His will.
Pail ready for the storms to come,
Grinning as I drink my fill.
.

Sunrise with My Creator (6.19.08 )

My Lord,
Thank you for this day.
The water, the moon and the sand.
The palms sway and the waves crash,
Guardians silent in the sand,
Built by One, but not to last.

Thank you for this morn.
Moon hanging low, about to dip,
in sea, a waffle cone please?
yes, I’d like the darker bit,
blueberry, grape and bubblegum…

Thank you for this time.
With your hands you hold this world,
Together stitched seamlessly.
The work of The Master, this mural,
Of life and love held steadily.

Thank you for this life.
With an open hand I hold
This gift of love, blessed to serve
The great I AM who makes no mold.
I am His, from Thee I learn.