The Face of God

As I am down below,
Inside this urban facade,
I look up to see and search for the face of God.
The pollution and clouds cover the sky.
The honks and horns drown out Your voice.
Your moist presence has now gone dry,
And many more believe in a different choice.

So I decided to leave this level,
This human-desperation pod.
I climbed the mountain, reached it's summit
and looked up to see the face of God.
The air was fresh, the sky was clear,
I could hear the whispers of your voice.
I cherished this moment, held it dear
Knowing You are the better  choice.

When nighttime came, I looked up again
I was in a daze--something I'm rarely in.
The stars innumerable, the moon in full,
Not a second of this moment ever dull.
But, I kept this secret safe and sound
and glanced above to see your face.
Then, I'd stop to look around
and be enveloped in your grace.

Then, I found a companion of sorts,
Filled with love and mind like mine,
Who spoke of her inclination, but
said it was a waste of time.
Then, I reassured that I
had thought the same.
So, on that very night, we saw written, Jesus name.

We spewed our thoughts and trilled off
beauty as we stared off into the sky,
Like what if stars were holes to heaven and
shooting stars were accepted lives?
And what if the sky was a blanket
that God uses to tuck us in
And the stars, the holes to heaven, were
a way to still see him?
What if the day was God uncovering
the blanket from our face,
To see his power,
To see his beauty,
His unconditional grace?

We thought of these, my friend and I,
Inside our heavenly pod.
Together we shared an intimate moment,
We saw the face of God.

Careless Whispers

This is silly!
I'm thriving off of false hope.
Flicks for chicks and
Friends who kiss.
My imagination runs wild.
Scenario after scenario that will never come true!
Hanging on every word that leaves his lips as he carelessly whispers into her ear.
Excitement overwhelms me when they finally end up together,
the actors, that is,
On my screen, who call out in longing for each other
and kiss till breathless flight,
And into the night, i lie awake,
hoping and imagining that that would be me someday,
but it hasn't and won't.
I am left with reality.
I stare out my window to find
no one.
I turn back to my screen to see
they've found each other.

A void that cannot be filled
Is this aortic vacuum in which my heart lies.
I feed and nurture but it vomits back up,
No romantic inclination can fill this cup.
But this love search permeates my mind,
and addictive liquor dissipates my brain.
I only get as far as infatuation takes
Anything further, i never actually make.
So here i am, connecting in no personal way,
Attraction is all to which i can safely adhere.
No pheromones of the mind kicking in at all,
No urge let alone guts to even call.
So I sit here in patience.
Enduring this wait.
Defining myself
before I let someone else.

Profess

I profess you to be God,
I profess you to be King,
You are my provider,
My Everything!
I profess you to be...
I profess you to who?
To who do I profess you to?
It was made clear today
Who the who was;
My own partners in faith--
Like-minded in moral,
Like-hearted in belief,
Then an outsider came and asked You of me.
 I knew what to give him--
The simple truth--
But I considered the angles at which I could have taken
and the over analysis left me stunned and shaken.
And so he left, fed up with my lack
To formulate sentences and give a response back.
As he turned away, I was overwhelmed and defeated,
Thinking "He may not see the throne on which God is seated.
He'll see the fire because I couldn't feed it."
In that moment in time he was hungry for answers,
but my knowledge just could not transfer.
Of course my cynicism popped up first,
Telling me that boy was inherently cursed.
But that's not true, I know it to be.
Maybe I'm not the one to plant his seed.
Maybe I'm the one to water his soul,
Or be the one to watch him grow.
I don't know God's plan, or even the boys name,
But through prayer, in heaven may I see him again.

Matrimonial Deceit

Marry the Lie.
Let your left hand be synthetic.
Your cruel, empty heart is covered by a deceitful mask;
Your answer is worth spit when lovers ask.
This flask you carry, holds this loose liquid,
And each sip enables a vivid falsehood you spew so carelessly,
Yet carefully you craft them.
This polygamy you seek with seductive wives, each called Lie,
Is a vow waiting to be brought to spite.
Hmm...
A funny thing,
Your rusted ring--
What can't be seen is the truthful gleam.

A Little Prayer

Carry me,
when I fall.
Hear me,
when I call.
Because you gave it all,
I can be safe,
I can be secure,
I can be sure.
Sure of my future,
Secure in my skin,
Safe in this world
of turmoil and sin.
God, you are great.
God, you are good.
I love that you love me,
even when I neglect it.
You love me, I love you.
I want to share it.
No one can compare it;
Your love for me.

One day at a time

One day at a time--
The sanity rhyme brings me.
To get over you is harder than I thought.
The attraction is there,
the distraction is clear,
being one-sided is never enough.
And yet you're still here
unknowingly taunting,
with grins and shirtless encounters.
Its killing me slowly but I wont surrender
I'm stronger than what you've made me believe.
Again I feel this is all unintentional.
Your actions that silently tease.
Like calling, and requests for pictures and texts,
I feel like its all in my head.
One day at a time--i'll take it one day at a time.
Find all the cons, use to my advantage--
One day at a time.

I Only Wish

I only wish one thing,

This thing that could bring me joy.

I only wish that I could gaze upon

This canvas in the night.

The guards of dreams, high and mighty,

With gleaming armor of light.

Their gaseous bodies looming over

The slumbering below,

I only wish to stare in awe

Upon their luminous glow.

We wish upon the ones that fly 

and marvel at those still in the sky.

I wish that I could see them all together

In magical constellation,

In order and form perfected by God,

The Maker of the nations.

I only wish to be accompanied

By a lover with mindset alike

To lay beside in grassy meadow

And disregard the spite.

Hand in hand.

I only wish.

Majestic beauty.

I only wish.

But to only wish is to only miss.

This Crazy Ride

This ride has no end. All it is is an infinite coaster.

It travels along the bumps of my mind, to the curves of my body, to the hills of my heart.

The twists and turns are hardly smooth and it gives me a searing pleasure.

This ride, this ride, this crazy ride.

This ride takes me on pointless journeys through strong beautiful trees, to fields of dainty flowers and even over majestic mountains.

All are beautiful in their own way--but--the thorns on the dying flower or the giant scar on the bark of the tree or avalanche the mountain provides delays my journey.

This ride, this ride, this crazy ride.

Focus

The target moves in intricate pattern
The red and white are blinding and bold.
Illusion shattered when target is hit,
But knowing me, I haven't hit s***.
The statement before appears vulgar and vile,
but that expresses my annoyance with self.
This self-pity, now, is only pathetic.
Time to dust myself off and get it.

My focus is gone,
The blur is evident,
I need only God to guide my arrow.
You alone are my eyes to see, Your eyes are on the sparrow.

This realization for self-modification,
Has caused me to change my outlook on life.
The darker side I tend to lean,
But only because I'm a human being.
I need optimism, I need to look up.
If I don't, I'll miss the target for sure.
God help me now to overcome this trial.
You, and only you can make me smile.

My focus is gone,
The blur is evident,
I need only God to guide my arrow.
You alone are my eyes to see, Your eyes are on the sparrow.

Should I?

The sky projects your fame,
The sea reflects your name,
The stars uncountable, how it brings me shame
that I've not thanked you for blessings with number the same.
The mountains shout "Glory!"
The wind cries "Holy!",
and here I am only
whispering your name slowly.
And I think, "how pathetic",
I know David would've said it.
My pride blinds the aesthetic.
And only You can be my medic.
Should I project like the sky?
Reflect like the sea?
Shout like the mountains?
Cry like the winds?
Should I shine like the sun,
in celestial majesty,
to let everyone know that you are God?
Won't you fill me again?
Bring me to you,
Mold me to you,
Ignite my being, oh God.
I'm tired of being tired.
I want to be wired,
I want to be on fire,
You are my desire!

Falling

Free-falling, no impact, no finite end.
Endlessly given second chances.
Compassion sprinkled on every aspect,
Platter after platter served in abundance,
And yet, opposition stands.
Gravity commences and ground can be seen.
Closer and closer, little chance at living, then--
The chute is pulled, the ground crumbles through,
Like pieces of a puzzle, jumbled once more.
The falling continues, in perfect ecstasy, until doubt comes again.
A cycle familiar, yet never learned.
A grace daily given, but never earned.

His Promise

Give us this day our daily bread,
for we know that you will fill us.
As we listen to the promises you said,
we know that you will care for us.
Abandon us, you will never,
no struggle will we endure alone.
By our side you stay forever,
only you can bring us home.

Dreams

Everoccuring,
realistic and tangible
so that the wind is visible,
that the lover is kissable.

Dumb are the Learning,
And enemies become our friends
And pink clouds taste of candy that
the cloud vender forever vends.

Wishes are turning
into true and intimate dreams,
and the happenings that are seen
in subconsciousness only gleam.

Stars become soldiers,
That fight to keep the dream alive.
Dressed in luminous armor,
They triumph the night.

Fish Faith

The mesh of net,
That fishes fret,
Descends below
The deep, dark sea.
The violent sloshes,
The boat, it washes,
And on deck above,
The fisherman plea.

The rain, the current, the thunder
Insurgent
But still they continue to heave.
"Ho!" Sam cries. No visibility in their eyes
Yet, they continue to believe.

A fourth, a fifth, and many more after
They pull up the net and release it again.
Each time disappointing,
Empty-handed they seem,
They have pulled the net up nine, now for ten.

No fish, no food.
What would the wives say?
And their children, having stomachs empty and crude.
So they persevered in hope that fish was to come and heaved and hoed till the cows came home.

The smile of God spread across the sky,
In approval of their endurance and faith.
A gill, a fin, and 100 more appeared in the net, as if it was safe.
Shouts of praise rose as they pulled in ther manna.
They cried, and hugged and exclaimed in joy, "Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!"

That mesh of net,
That fishes met,
Sat on the deck above.
A trophy, told, of gleaming gold,
Could simply not compare.
The sweat of men,
That drives them,
Is stemmed from all their love.
Their prize was not of pride, but a prize to share.

They Have No Real Control

Swirling, swaying
At times delaying,
Interior decaying,
Who cares what they're saying.
They're not the ones paying,
I'm paying the price.
What my own thoughts are saying
Is not their device.
They can't control what I feel
No matter how much they spiel
About how I should deal, about how I should feel.
Yet they continue to steal my right to feel and
Find it okay to peel back my mind
For their personal shield.

Futile are their efforts,
They try hard to know better,
When all they know is how to wet a bed and
Cry like babies in diapers.
And their diapers, full of lies
And crimes inside their minds
As they find ways to terrorize,
While insecurities exercise their motives.
It's like they idolize my downfall
As I revitalize, theyre weakened,
Wounded by my might
They can't fight
They, are beaten.

Only God can decide for me
By his will, I abide fully,
And as I live on slowly
No one but him can control me.
His way is the only that matters.
I'd rather climb the heavenly ladder
Than take the worldly latter
And fall into the batter of hell.
His word speaks to me, in me, through me,
Their words can't even sway me.
So I'll follow God, instead of nurture this baby.

What?

The feeling overwhelming,
Stacking each decision ,
Suffocating me further
The pressure is suppressing my chest,
And my head is spinning uncontrollably,
As I figure which decision is the best.

Each thought ricochets off the inner walls of my mind,
Buzzing, rushing as though I'm pressed on time.
Which way is right?
Which way is not?
Can it be that my weakness has been caught?
My obstacle, yes, proves a challenge.
Even more so when I still don't know what it is.

There are many things to do and still more to come.
Taking each day at a time can be very loathsome
Especially when the future is around each corner
And expectations rise
And sloth-like tendencies tend to arouse demise.

Goals are set, many are fair
But the path to reach them are still unclear
Still I take one day
Maybe waste a few
And for what?
I don't want to bite more than I can chew,
Yet I still do.

What--do I want wealth and fame?
What--is all of life just a game?
What--can't it ever stay the same?
Like when my largest conflict was when i broke a Barbie,
Or when nap-time was required,
when the hardest decision was to decide if I was tired,
or what game to play on a Saturday.

Sigh. The complications of life.
Humanity adds the worry and the strife.
But I still have to carry, to push on forward,
And to endure scary and push aside the coward.

Breathless

"I get so breathless when you call my name. I've often wondered do you feel the same? There's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity when we're all alone. So don't tell me you can't see what I'm thinking of" -Corrine Bailey Rae

Undecided

Hardly seen
Never around
So why is it ever-present?
This feeling,
Not able to produce a sound,
It's not even effervescent!
Lovely as lilac,
Deadly as demons,
and yet, I feel it so.
Sometimes I wish that just one day
I wish that it would go.

But what's the fun in feeling nothing?
The fun in pseudo-thought?
To abandon that which brings excitement
and quickens beating of your heart?
What's the fun to embitter the mind
and to disregard what was taught?
The pleasure is simply the opposite
and all the good is caught.

So I continue to debate
Whether or not to feel
Whether I should sedate the thought
or if I should seal the deal.
I usually over-think,
and naturally I can't decide
If I should continue this crazy ride.
Until I choose what course I'll take
I'll make sure the thought's inside.

Coke and 6-Strings

It's been awhile;
It must be guile
That makes you appear from thin air.

How red compliments--
It makes no sense
That I feel in a way that's not fair.

Guitar in one hand.
How I cannot stand
That you have a Coke in the other.

Because with that similarity
It strengthens nonpolarity,
And that keeps us from each other.

Write

The mood is set
The wheels are turning
Words spewing out, words churning
No way to stop
To end the frenzy
Piranha, the mind, escaping its pansy
The only remedy
The logical cure
Is to write and write until the mind is sure.

The Story

The story
That changed the world
The life of every human saved
Condemned to sin but rescued by him
How amazing is our Lord

Came as a babe
Vulnerable in flesh
Crying for mother as we did once
Born in a manger
We find it strange For God to come
How amazing is our Lord

Prophesied in our books
Memorized and taught
That the Son of God will come for us
Did he not?
Yet in disbelief we stood
With faith the size of an atom
And ridiculed and scorned Him
In forgetfulness of the Word

He healed
He preached
He humbled himself
No blaspheme or pride left from his lips
Rarely did he claim to be the Son
Still we denied him to be the one
How amazing is our Lord

Fed up with his suspected charade
We crucified him
On the cross he laid
No begging of mercy
No cries of regret
He bore the punishment
He paid our debt
How amazing is our Lord

The 3rd day he rose
Yes from the dead he rose
And he met the men and women
Who followed him
Mary cried
Peter rose his hands in praise
As Jesus ascended from his grave
How amazing is our Lord

The story that impacted you and me
Is more than a story
It's history
Power unimaginable
Love unconditional
How amazing is our Lord

Masculinity

What makes the man masculine?
The "m" in the word and the tower of its capital?
Or is it the assonance in the "a" that reveals his softness.
Could it also be the "n" that seals the word's end?
Or is it a physical thing instead of the word itself?
Building the biceps,
Working the triceps,
Exercising till the abs come home.
Wrestling a tool to woo a mistress,
And being her shield from harm.
Is masculinity in his mind, if it has left his body behind?
Advising every person and being the smartest in his class.
Or is it in his heart to mend brokenness in his family,
To love firmly and freely with no restraints?
Masculine is a word made by men.
The meaning stemming from their minds.
So really it is up to interpretation as the years go by.
Back then it was ruler and patriarch, sadly there's still that today.
But the majority of this century see protector and provider.
The most important themes I see, that stem from masculinity,
Are: strength--not physical, but in understanding and love.
Pride--not boastful, but confidence to keep him up.
Wisdom--not genius, but can decide from right and wrong.
And God--not proclaiming to be, but portraying as he.
All these things can,
I believe,
 Make a male a man.

Red Rover

Over and over
Red rover red rover,
I hear a call for your name.

The sound is a siren
Cryin and Dyin,
And waiting for the day you will come.

And yet you don't know.
Your oblivion shows.
While the cries become echoed and famed.

Desire is the purpose
Take this poem as a service,
And open your ears you dumb!

On My Way

I was stuck in rut
I didn't know where to go
I didn't know who to turn to
And my spirit was low

I was searching for that touch
That would spark life again
That would bring day to my darkness
And would silence my aching pen

Uncertainty consumed me
When it came to deciding
The next chapter of my life
The stress was abiding
inside of my chest and weighing me down
Didn't know that there was always someone providing

Once I awakened myself
From the nightmarish dream
And disregarded all of the little things
and ignored the past
and awaited the future,
The slash in my side was joined with a suture

I could focus on one moment at a time
So that my path was one crooked, crazy line
Uncertainty caressed me
Shake turned to sway
I have no clue where I'm going
but I'm on my way

Good Morning

Heaven is that better place
Where my Father looks on me
He sees every tear that falls
Down my cheek
He knows my every thought
And every word I speak
Thats why every morning is good one for me

Gates of gold
Streets so clean
A place where no pain or sin can capture me
You ask "how do you know that's where you're gonna be?"
It's all because Jesus died and rose to set me free!

Refuge

Adversary, hardship, enemies, stumbling block
All are words of discoursgement
All are words that tear me down
Break until I am no more

Where do i go to be molded once again?
What repair shop will fix me up?
I am only garbage in the world's eyes
Waiting only to be devoured by the rats in the sewers

So where should I go?
I am nearly empty and my heart is wearing thin.
Where is my refuge?
The place where i have peace
The place that will ready me to face my demons
Where? Who? Who is out there!

I am here.
This soft whisper you hear is the mechanic of your heart
Come and i will fix you
This soft touch you feel is your refuge, willing to give you peace
I am here.
I am God.

Judge

Judge

Who's the judge here?

As a matter of fact who has the right to judge?

If I were deemed the ultimate judge, fairness wouldn't, couldn't be a factor.

Why?

Because everyone has a bias or a preference.

How can I judge if I don't know the person, 

Know their background or their lifestyle?

In fact how can i judge anyone?

I'm not perfect; nobody is

So nobody has the right.

Only one being deserves this right.

The Father, the Alpha and Omega.

God is the one and only ultimate judge.

Only He knows each and every person

He knows their faults, their weaknesses,

Yet He still loves unconditionally.

He accepts each and every person the way they are.

Only He is without fault!

He deserves no judgment, so he has this right.

So why is it we judge day by day?

Whether it's by appearance-we don't always like right to everyone

Whether it's by how we interact-we don't always say the right thing

or whether it's by the wrong we've done-we aren't without sin

Why is it so hard to love as Jesus did?

To accept the undesirables?

Jesus was without sin, yet he never judged.

God judges us all once, yet we as sinners judge daily.

Jesus died for our sins to guarantee entry to heaven, 

But we think someone better off in hell for sinning.

We have no right!

Nowhere in God's word does it say Christians can judge.

No, as followers we should pray for and encourage those who are judged.

To be like Jesus is our goal,

So why not start pushing for it.