Sunday, May 31, 2015

The Straightaway



The Straightaway


Being healed by water.
Coming up clean.
Listening to a teacher,
And acting upon the words.

Our skin can be washed clean.
Our insides can be flushed out.
To become one with the water.
To become one with my savior. 

What is stopping you from belief?
What is stopping you from diving into the deep?
Turning those corners,
And finding the straightaway.

We all have a prison in our hearts are trapped in.
We all have a hope for freedom.
We all have strings hooked on our backs.
We all have the ability to break clean.

Underwater,  and loving it.
Drowning to be free.
Lesser names can be saved.
Derelict bodies can be alive again. 

Rise up and let the water be your prayer.
Profess the belief of Love.
Speak out words of truth,
And let the dirt be removed from your mind.

Listen to words known for belief.
Faith to be real and longing.
Hope above hope.
Death above death.

Together,  forever.
Grace and forgiveness.
Hand in hand,  arm around arm.
Love and humility taken by steps of faith. 

Do not wait for the water.
Do not hesitate to cleanse yourself.
Show the world what you believe.
Stand on the mountain and have it MO e underneath your feet.

Shout and proclaim your new life.
Become more than you once were.
Embrace the path that is hard to follow.
For at the end you win. 

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

3 A.M. Comes to Fast

"Jesus, Jesus, there's something about your name. 
Master, savior, Jesus... 
I've been dirtier than you wanna know.
I've left earlier than you'll ever know. Jesus, Jesus."
                                                 ~The Almost


"Part of a season dream I have created"

3 A.M. Comes to Fast

I feel dirty, messed up, and alone.
Part of a seasonal dream I have created. 
An artificial feeling determined by mislead dreams.
An awakening in my soul that is tempered by smoke and rust. 

I feel dirty, messed up, and alone.
Living in a world determined by status and blood.
Looking out for the ones that I find most endearing.
These people who are my friends by a random number generator or because I share blood.

I feel dirty, messed up, and alone.
Knowing one day that I am going to die.
And nobody can stop this fact.
Am I ready for the inevitable?

I feel dirty, messed up, and alone.
My candle flickers in the light, and forgets to shine in the dark.
My city on the hill has fallen down tonight.
It has left the foundation behind with the fountain still inside.

I feel dirty, messed up, and alone.
Looking out for my own.
Looking out for me and my home.
I feel dirty messed up and alone.

There is a conclusion in here somewhere.
There is an ending to behold.
There is a moment to distinguish this shadow and return to flame.
Until then the conclusion must write itself.

Without my influence.
Without my doubts and fears.
To be separate from my creepy crawling skin.
To realize that maybe my soul can be washed clean. 

I am parting ways just to die alone.
Because I do not realize I do not need to walk far to be atoned.
I must admit to the bad choices I have made.
And go on and remember why I stayed.

I feel dirty, messed up, and alone.
I am looking for a conclusion to the distinguished questions.
I am learning what it means to be alive.
I am trying to remember why I deserve love.
I am looking for a conclusion to why I cannot sleep tonight.
For 3 A.M. comes to fast. 


Sunday, May 24, 2015

Let's Make a Deal

"Only the losers win. They've got nothing to prove. 
They'll leave the world with nothing to lose."
                                                           ~Switchfoot                              


~Let's Make a Deal~














Strive to die well.
Strive to fight like a man who has but a day left.
Strive towards hope,
On the dangerous road meant for the strong.

Red door,  blue door,  oh and a green door.
Wood, iron, feathers, \and soil. 
Entrances of gold,  silver,  and tin.
One of these can be yours, one of these will become your prize!

Lets make a deal!
One,  two,  or three.
Who wants to be first?
Go ahead and switch places with the last. 

Riches can be yours if you choose correctly.
You get one choice per life,  make it wisely.
Many can choose the same door.
But once after you pass through will the prize be revealed to you.

Do you wish to play?
To play this little game I play everyday?
It has been 25 years and I have yet to walk through the correct door.
For I cheat and get second chances time after time. 

New doors appear every day.
New challenges get added to the game.
I cannot just choose anymore.
I must fight my way to the chamber of doors on the left side of the right. 

There are so many people around me as I fight.
No one helps in my battle,
Except for one person robed in thorns,
Bloody,  bruised and beaten,  yet this one never quits.

On those days where I strive and fail
This person helps me carry on.
Even when they seem absent before the next wave.
Yet I have hope they will arrive either this cycle or the next.

I lose and I lose and I lose.
I win then I lose and then play again.
My heart carries on my sleeve.
Like a badge of honor displaying my rank and kill streak.

So,  what are in these doors?
One day there was porn,
The next day was a lie,
And one was forgiveness. 

One was a man with golden skin and sensual touch.
Another was a woman whom I held my stare with a bit too long.
Another was twenty bottles and an aspirin on a bed stand.
And one was hope in a black room.

The fancy doors come easy.
The broken and brittle doors I fight for more. 
This life has idols that take hold and draw away your blood.
This life is not easy to continue in when your faint from losses and strife.


I heard a rumor of a final set of doors. 
One day I will arrive at the choice that will define me.
Both of these doors will be gold.
But only one of them will open for you.

After you pass through what will you find?
What do you wish to see?
What did you fight for in the sea of doors?
What did you put yourself into and what did it manifest you to believe?

Friday, May 22, 2015

I Wonder What it is Means to Walk?

"Free, come set me free, down on my knees. I still believe you can save me from me. Come set me free. Inside this shell there's a prison cell."
                                                                                ~Switchfoot



I Wonder What it is Means to Walk?



A free fall lifestyle.
When you dive into the air without a parachute.
When you jump into what you know to be wrong.
Instead of jumping with a friend who shows you what freedom really can be.

Denying what I know to be true and running to the wrong side. 
Being a slave to those around me and living a life I wish to never lead.
Crippled and falling down.
Broken and seeing lights fill up my eyes, filling up the skies.

Plans are in motion.
They will be executed.
They will go one of two ways.
They will become more than what they are, or fall short.

I want to believe in a world where pain does not exist.
I want to believe in a hope that is tangible and true.
To lift up my head and know I have arrived.
To forgive myself for what I have done.

What does it mean for someone to come alive?
What does it mean when a cripple walks again?
I can never raise myself from the dead.
My strength is not sufficient enough.

Many try to deter your works by putting themselves higher than you.
Your accomplishments are not good enough for any of them.
But do not stop.
For good works should not be done for your glory but for home.

I believe in the possibilities of Love.
I believe in truth and hope.
I believe that this world is not my home.
I believe in the miraculous because I was lost and now I have a goal.

A blip in reality.
Minuscule to those around me.
Yet I can be free.
For the everything loves me. 

There are days I deny all I hold true.
There are days where I live for my own and not for the end.
There are days when hope seems like a distant memory.
But then I come back and realize I was once crippled and now I am free. 

Monday, May 11, 2015

It Hurts When Things Go Right

"I threw everything out that doesn't make sense, to find a thousand more things that don't make sense and I can't help but get lost in a fault like this. When I don't know how to hide myself in open air. Where I'm all alone."
 ~Copeland

~It Hurts When Things Go Right~


I fall and I sin.  
I go down flat on my face.  
I kill God everyday! 
Yet, He loves me anyway. 

I see the world in shades of gray.  
When black and white fail me. 
Just a bit further.  
Just a little bit of sin.

An inch by inch life.
A second by second kind of day. 
A realization that causes me to sway.
When I realize nothing I do is right today.
  
What is good and can I achieve it? 
Can I get past my entitlement to see grace? 
Is this life worth my presence? 
When I wake up and have already failed. 

I choose my fate everyday. 
When I fall on my knees and pray. 
I choose to die with honor. 
Instead of dead in the water.

You see that lake? 
On the other side is a house built out of lies. 
This house is my house. 
I spend most of my time hoping I built the foundation out of rock. 

One card at a time my house goes up. 
One black card after another building my life. 
The red cards lying by my side asking to be used. 
And me too scared to live my life without a lie.

The wind begins to blow and my cards tumble. 
They fell so fast but the foundation I saw was true. 
I look at the red cards. 
And I begin building with the truth.

The house is now built out of red and some black
For I am not perfect and I sometimes neglect. 
I neglect the truth but expect nothing more than love 
And and a hope of a wish to give to Him to break my foolish hands.

I am a man that needs to be me. 
I need to be loved. 
I need to be free. 
I am a man that always falls to his knees.

I have pain like any other. 
Bad things happen.
But entitlement is not what keeps me going. 
What keeps me going is the hope that one day the pain will go away.  

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

The Distorted Gift

Sex is industry. The CEO, of corporate policy. A skin deep ministry, suburban youth, hail your so called liberty. Ever advertising antic, out banner waves with a neon glow. War and love become pedantic, we wage love with a mistletoe. 
                                                                        ~Switchfoot


~The Distorted Gift~ 

Sex is a gift to those who go into marriage. 
Made for pleasure, closeness, and the binding of two individuals.  
To be done in the lawfulness of both God and the land.

Why have we distorted this gift? 
Why is sex all that is on our brains when we are not ready? 
Where is the church in these days where fornication is the norm?

Sexual sin is addictive. 
It washes over our eyes and bodies. 
And it can rule your lives and destroy what you hold dear. 

Sex is not God. 
Even when the world has made it that way.
Sex should be balanced and enjoyed by those bound by marriage. 

In this world we have perverted this beautiful act.
We have it before it is our time. 
And we have made sex into an advertisement scheme.

It is used to sell lipstick and purses.  
And we don't use it for the knowledge and pleasure that God intended it for. 
Screw modern culture and use God as your guide. 

Communication is the key to a successful marriage bed. 
Do not be selfish in your life. 
And do not sin against one another.  

In this modern age of technology and ease of access,
Sex has become accessible.
It has become a portrait of what is wrong with the way our generations think. 

It is a lot easier to have sex than to show true love.
Why would you want real intimacy when you can have a quickie?
Why would you want profound devotion when you can eff your pain way?

We are bombarded by images and videos,
Styles and attitudes,perversions and lusts,
That are not of God but are shown on our TV commercials every day. 

Sex is a gift to those who go into marriage. 
Made for pleasure, closeness, and the binding of two individuals.  
To be done in the lawfulness of both God and the land.

To be had when the time is right and the person is forever.
To be bound to your lover for life.
And fulfill the promises of God for another individual.