Thursday, November 20, 2003

WORD : clicks in time

Sent: 11/20/2003 11:34 PM


clicks in time
hear me up, hear me loud
clicks of my mind
i got SomeOne to make proud
hear my click in time
i feel like a rhyme, so
hear my song here
with some sincere
clicks in time

hears my mind

you see, clicks in time
headline through my night
just before my sight
clicks play through my sighs
i see them
as they go one to another
some jump, others run for cover
i see the things they show, so
i read what someone says i should know
and honestly i have to sing along
that something's seeming wrong
concerning that life's click say
struggling in the world today
so much so it may
remain my blues song
about these clicks in time

here's my mind

clicks in time
human god dollared system
and you know what i'm talking about
if you refuse to kiss them
playing monopoly while so many crying
the man behind the curtain perpetually lying
our only knowing believing his damning
while no one is awakened to our family
that's been born on that side
of that click in time
we seem to only want to know
if their reasons lie
and yet we're better, why?
these heard in my here
something we should fear
in my clicks in time

give a piece to my mind

during these clicks in time
i hear that the world is just fine
it's simply someone else's position
based completely on their own decisions
we are all just game pieces of life
and guess what, whiner
you're granted something worthy through strife
p.s. i am sorry you can't be the wife
but honestly this life is your life
for the now is not trite
hear voices stir from inside
an appeasement of kind
but i wonder if any are mine
as they all seem so blight, right
around those clicks in time

give peace to the mind

laugh, smile
it would seem Grace a crime
and evil to succumb to sublime
yet, you are Mine
and you are you
and that should do
therefore, there's enough
for paragraphs to say it's true
as certainly all your relays came
and without them you wouldn't be the same
like a sudden cliff on the even plain
faith proved you true
and is defining you through
that is especially you
to thine own self be true
and still there's something more to do
love others while loving yourself too
and you do
for these are yours and Mine
these clicks in time

feed my mind

clicks in time
there before me is static vision
mobs rant after whatever seems evil
looking under rocks for the devil
spirituality on a "right or wrong" mission
leaving forgiveness only "in permission"
love escaping everyone's attention
and if i shall, may i just mention
if God's Love has no conditions
and all and everything is His Divine Creation
then don't you think He must Love Satan
and Hope for reconciliation
with His prodigal son
we sin, so you and i are one
the story isn't done
until God's Spiritual War is won
through many many clicks in time

blow my mind

it's all a sign
that we should all align
we all should stop stop
stop and listen
as our human judgment simply isn't fixing
what is wrong in life
what is right sight
what is moral when alone
naked, completely utterly shown
before humanity's jury table
and in front of the Throne
i wonder if human snaps are stable
new fables, are they capable?
and then suddenly explodes a new fight
all seeming out of despite
for any other rights
adding fuel to the flames
forgetting we're Ultimately the same
humanity stop, listen, hear the parable
of the truth in Grace that makes us able
to do our best above the table
even in knowing none here has True might
yet we do our truest mes here this time
it could all be just fine
in these clicks in time

heart to mind

all Is fine
don't you see My honey
you are here and you're loving
doing your best daily
Grace allows those clicks
when you aren't able
it's something that is hard to find
something that seems away from the mind
yet something that you seek to find
during these clicks in time
meek the Love that is Mine
in each click in life
each click
each instance
each moment
each blink
of your lifetime
is the treasure you've found
the kindness you resound
sing the truth loud
in your clicks in your mind
just fine

it's time

every soul is it's own
but instead of searching for our tone
we frantically screech at 'sinners' to hate
in order to make us feel better about our weight
an inch closer in line at Heaven's gate?
no, we really need to start to listen
and leave all the judging
to Something Else physically Missing
for from my own personal perspective
and honestly being quite objective
there's something about those clicks i say
in the world today
that says we'd better start loving
while we still have the chance
just before
His soon Appearance

What a Click in Time.



Saturday, November 8, 2003

WORD : wrestles in my head

Sent: 11/8/2003 2:41 PM


i wrestle with that part of me
who tries to sabotage my every step
who ignores my every plea
who nourishes secrets kept

i wrestle with that part of me
that daily tries to keep me down
tries to trip, trip, fall me
until life seems hopeless somehow

i wrestle with that voice in my head
who says that I'm not good enough
to make it in this life, said
i'm not good enough
and would be better off dead

i want no part of that part of me
who tells me it cannot be done
who trip, trip, falls me
he says that i'm not good enough

i wrestle with that mood in me
which kills the minutes to the hours
hours to the days to the months to the years
he says i must be tired

and i am

tired

yet i wrestle him tired
knowing

i will prevail


Thank You.

WORD : Dwelling

Sent: 11/8/2003 1:58 PM


when human hits skin
the atoms throw spin
lightening strikes tone
up the rod of backbone
touch touch feel
connectivity meal
feel
fell
when skin presses flesh
in a deep caress meshed
the being hums warm
in a loved human form
this doesn't feel
much like a deal
deal
dwell
when flesh decays to dust
the moment remembered as trust
fluttered soul downing
life's feathers sounding
proof enough to feel
human existence real
real
rale

WORD : Promised Land

Sent: 11/8/2003 1:54 PM


In the palm of His nail scarred hands
He held the Promised Land
To each and everyone
To no one It is ban

In the palm of His nail scarred hands
Love flowed

Thursday, November 6, 2003

WORD : i can't wait for the day

Sent: 11/6/2003 1:46 AM


i can't wait for the day
when He'll call my name
and i'll lay my head in His shoulder
weeping away the pain

WORD : the world is in decay

Sent: 11/6/2003 1:20 AM


the world is in decay
vultures hyenas scavengers
have broken apart her skin
are sucking the blood from her veins
her atmosphere shredded
her resources starved

the world is dead
she would have kicked us off by now
if she could
if she even would
so the world is dead

the world is in decay
beetles ants hives
devour history’s excretion of her
simple food their only vice
their lives inside outside
their lives apart

the world is dead
they don't even know she's there
she's there
she's their mother
yet the world is dead

the world is in decay
fungi bacteria microorganisms
= you me us
are completing her decay
releasing new elements
you me us
breathing life into the world
releasing truth that cannot be broken down
you me us
unlock those things dead
beginning a new life chain
you me us

thus

the world is alive
we give her new life
she needs it
she deserves it
we give the new world a say

So thank God for today’s
decay.


Wednesday, November 5, 2003

WORD : New Leaf

11/5/2003 7:41 PM

November 3, 2003

Tomorrow is Election Day, and we have the day off. I am definitely going to vote, and then do some fall cleaning as the weather insist that summer is still here. In November. Nevertheless, after the ceiling fell in, I've really been procrastinating getting rid of all the dust all over everything. I mean, I've cleaned some. But not that cleaning that it needs. So, tomorrow is the day that I vote and vote for a brand new clean place.

The fall leaves have me reminded to turn over a new leaf.

Tuesday, November 4, 2003

WORD : Chicken Little

Sent: 11/4/2003 12:03 AM

the ceiling crashed down onto my bed. it just took a strong movement. one crack. one break from the mold, and then it crashed down onto my bed. heavy plaster chunked from its position to my pillow laying wasted in dust. more fell, shattering a globe vase i had received as a housewarming gift. glass ricochets from the walls. family photographs were thankfully missed by plaster bombs. they stood in dirty layers. the domino affect ripped my light. it was hurt by another falling over after being hit. it seemed despair. and i felt disaster.

but i was just walking in. turning on my ripped light. seeing what had happened while i was gone. Thankfully not there. not home. light illuminated through the rips. and i saw my own kind of war zone. my home had been devastated, almost demolished. an item that i cherished had disintegrated. i noticed the pillow. my life could have vanished. everything was covered in ash. but Thankfully it had past.

presently, i was still here. i lived to tell about it. the sky fell down into my heart. it just took a strong movement. one crack. one break from atmosphere, and then it fell down into my heart.

Thank God.

Monday, November 3, 2003

WORD : eternity

Sent: 11/3/2003 11:54 PM


catapolt me from this place
that I may attain your higher grace
and leave my footsteps on earth below
until the sands of time have sown

Oh Lord, my God hear my prayer.
That I may do Your Will always,
and live forever in Your Love.


WORD : rrr

Sent: 11/3/2003 11:49 PM


the rrrr
of a hummer start
the grrrr
of the system's fart
the furrr
of pamela's purr
slur

is that
the word

the terrr
of the red alert
the stirrr
of the party mix
the blurrr
of the media bliz
slur

is that
the word

the burrr
of hibernating winds
the deterrr
of the fence's fence
the pearl
of the snount's nostrils
slur

is that
the word

the herrr
of the wrong been done
the sirrr
of the hate been won
the derrr
of the ridiculous pun
slur

is that
the word



STIR!

Saturday, November 1, 2003

WORD : verses from my heart

Sent: 11/1/2003 9:33 PM

There are verses from my heart
That hardly seem so smart
But it is true they are my own
And from SomeWhere these were sown
Therefore here my heart I reap
To describe what it is I speak

Love.

WORD : to forget

Sent: 11/1/2003 4:41 AM

to forget is not to blunder
but is simply to not remember
as the moments in time fly by
and there's so much to remember
that's mine

WORD : so how you've been?

Sent: 11/1/2003 3:49 AM

So how you've been?

That's a question I've been hearing a lot lately.

So how you've been?

I try to smile and say I'm doing alright, but I'm quite transparent and all my lies seen through.

So so. Okay, so no.

I haven't been doing so good. I've been quite depressed. And honestly, That's a word I hate to read, hear, see or type. But it's true.

Two years after the September 11th, and I had to stop and look around and wonder, where was I, and what was going on? A toddler in recognition. You see, September 11th woke me from a slumber. And I'm grateful. Yet two years later, and what has changed? About me? About the world? Was anything getting better? Where we moving towards love? Loving me. Loving others. And I got so sad that I thought it hadn't.

I opened my eyes to recognize me still grazing. I am simply surviving. I am one of the head. Herd. Heard? Dangling multi-colored lettuce leaves with shine of worth, enslaved from our birth. Some starve as it's out of reach. Other people die because of the gluttony of it. We're almost forced to worship it. It supplies all our needs.

There is a game we play. There is an illusion before our eyes. And we believe it.

I opened my eyes to recognize the world suffering. People dying daily at someone else's hand. Power plays. Military games. Occupation lies. Statues to be built of hate degrading me. Worthless jobs encouraging the economy. Guns in everyone's hands. Blood money on everyone's hands. And I'm so damn close to mourning America, for it so close to lost. Cattle grazing mindlessly, just like me, just waiting for it to be over with. Just get it over with.

Will my life wait so long? There is reality before my eyes. And I believe it.

My life is this
There is only one me
Only one me now
So my time is precious
There is this moment
And my freedom is Heaven sent


And yet again, So how you've been?

Well, I'm realizing that I'm, we're, the world's reaching a head. Ahead. We're becoming aware. Blubbering. Then bubbling. Then burst. We'll speak.

Then do.



WORD : coping skills

Sent: 11/1/2003 2:44 AM

Oh Tig, I hear you on this one. One thing that I have begun: I started having dates with God. A night out of the week. Just me and Him. Often Wwe'd go out. I would just allow my being to carry me where it may on a date night around the city. I take a step out. I look up at the stars. I wonder upon Mars. The moon would blare out of sight, and thus my journey began. My date with God. I start out just meditating, praying, talking to Him, and then I'll travel off on the thoughts He leads me. Wwe seem to twist and turn around issues. Wwe love. Suddenly, it seems, I would notice something or someone and be guided. Perhaps it was a playing card lying on the street facing an ace of hearts. Or a balloon happening past me. And yet, I am amazed at how often it leads to someone who is in need. Someone who needs to be heard. And even if it's a simple conversation about life and what's getting them down, they smile. Things are better. And the night rolls on. Those dates with God prove the most amazing nights. I don't try. I don't push it. I just let it happen. And when I fall deeply in the Spirit, He shows me the most amazing things in the most amazing people. I blessed.

And goodness, I don't know if it makes sense, but it's my own addition. God bless Tig's for leading me here. =)