Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Vapor(POEM)
She's the ghost of things to come. Love, marriage and a family. The absence of which haunts more of my waking moments. I wear the smell of “Please! Pick Me!!!!” and “Where the hell is she?!?!?” At the moment all I have as proof that she exists, Are traces of perfume vapor, Restaurant receipt copies, And remnants of conversations in grocery store isles that end with the realization that she's too old for me. I catch myself pleading and reasoning with myself over this temporary infinity, Being stubborn thinking that praying for her to be what God sends me, Is a waste of prime air time. When I should be esteeming others higher than myself. So what is left? A press-conference on current events with near relatives, And a growing anxiety about mine and everyone else's life schedules.
What to Say(POEM)
I don't know what to say anymore about love.
Youth makes love seem idealized to the point of almost being a waking dream.
But as youth slips in to the grasp of time elapsed,
Time begins to strangle joy and excitement away.
Desperation is the lion growing bolder each day.
I hear the clock ticking...
Rolex doesn't make the biological kind...
Nothing has come close in a long time to grasping my mind...let alone my heart's interest.
Compounding...circumstances and the lack of romantic comedy happenstance.
Chance...after chance.
Yet any courtship takes time to learn the steps of love's dance.
I don't know how to feel about the game anymore.
Like being a Cavs fan when LeBron left for the South beach shore.
Youth makes love seem idealized to the point of almost being a waking dream.
But as youth slips in to the grasp of time elapsed,
Time begins to strangle joy and excitement away.
Desperation is the lion growing bolder each day.
I hear the clock ticking...
Rolex doesn't make the biological kind...
Nothing has come close in a long time to grasping my mind...let alone my heart's interest.
Compounding...circumstances and the lack of romantic comedy happenstance.
Chance...after chance.
Yet any courtship takes time to learn the steps of love's dance.
I don't know how to feel about the game anymore.
Like being a Cavs fan when LeBron left for the South beach shore.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Rainbows - POEM
This moment is calling for every bit of courage I have.
My heart beating fast,
My pulse racing a race of one.
And I stand bracing myself for her to show.
To show and put to ease the skirmishing butterflies I feel.
I feel...
Hopeful.
But there is an awkward anxiety that seeks the deeper places that the light of her smile hasn't reached yet to claim as it's own.
My ears are alert,
Trying to hear if for me her heart groans.
I admit little outside the physically obvious is known,
But from much more barren soil,
The harvest of love has been grown.
I stand firm though.
Glad my own cowardice didn't anticipate her answer “No.”
We've both been through storms...
And the unseen of tomorrow won't claim what of today I know...
Let's find each other...together let's find our rainbow.
My heart beating fast,
My pulse racing a race of one.
And I stand bracing myself for her to show.
To show and put to ease the skirmishing butterflies I feel.
I feel...
Hopeful.
But there is an awkward anxiety that seeks the deeper places that the light of her smile hasn't reached yet to claim as it's own.
My ears are alert,
Trying to hear if for me her heart groans.
I admit little outside the physically obvious is known,
But from much more barren soil,
The harvest of love has been grown.
I stand firm though.
Glad my own cowardice didn't anticipate her answer “No.”
We've both been through storms...
And the unseen of tomorrow won't claim what of today I know...
Let's find each other...together let's find our rainbow.
I Love You Sexy Mother...s!!!
Often when you are in that "getting to know each other" phase of dating, the question of "Kids/Marriage" comes up. In this modern age it seems that more and more women are adamant about not having kids. I couldn't figure out why a woman being opposed to children would bother me so much(other than it pushing against my want to be a father) until I thought about what popular culture is telling us about people who are mothers:
Mother...your life is over...really over once you have kids.
The life of a mother is ALWAYS portrayed either as a hectic life without any enjoyment to be found for herself with her slaving away to tend to the every need of her children. Seldom do you see a mother living a well-balanced life in movies and sitcoms. If she does then there is always an quiet implication that she is not a good mother because she manages to find time for herself at the expense of her mothering life-sentence.
This is probably the greatest lie being told by those brainwashed to push the femanist agenda. Being a mother is selfless. I wouldn't be the man I am today without the love of my mother and her thinking of me at times more than she thought of herself. My question is: What makes being selfless for the sake of your child wrong???? Sorry...life isn't Sex And The City...Life is God, Marriage, Responsibility 1 through Responsibility N and then when things are quiet, some sexual healing. Truth be told, children while taking up a LARGE chunk of our time, don't compare to the other stuff that the world demands of us(Jobs, our community activities, our spouses, and even ourselves)!
What I realized was bothering me when I spoke to women that didn't want to be mothers is the fact that all the myths and legends that they were told all pointed to the fact that they were selfish people(and being told that it was OK). They cared more about themselves than anything or anyone else and being a parent would force their hand into having to be selfless(and we definitely can't have that...). On a deeper level, I realized that these women would NEVER love me as equally as they loved themselves. Parenting is a larger inconvenience than a relationship. If she is so selfish to the point that executing a life function that is the essence of who she is at her core(a woman) then what will she do when my love for her becomes inconvenient??? What happens if I become sick and need her to tend to me and care for me...like...I don't know...a helpless infant/child????
I often said I wouldn't date women that were mothers because of the "complications" that I saw in their lives as they fought the good fight of raising their children. However I've come to my senses about the fact that mothers(present or future/hopeful) are exactly who I want to love and build a relationship with. They have chosen to embark on a life journey of caring for someone more than they often care for themselves...and that's a damn beautiful woman. I don't expect my wife to nurse and care for me like a child...but its a beautiful thing to see a woman that can love outside of her own life...and love life into someone else...especially when all that someone else can do is love them in return...
Mother...your life is over...really over once you have kids.
The life of a mother is ALWAYS portrayed either as a hectic life without any enjoyment to be found for herself with her slaving away to tend to the every need of her children. Seldom do you see a mother living a well-balanced life in movies and sitcoms. If she does then there is always an quiet implication that she is not a good mother because she manages to find time for herself at the expense of her mothering life-sentence.
This is probably the greatest lie being told by those brainwashed to push the femanist agenda. Being a mother is selfless. I wouldn't be the man I am today without the love of my mother and her thinking of me at times more than she thought of herself. My question is: What makes being selfless for the sake of your child wrong???? Sorry...life isn't Sex And The City...Life is God, Marriage, Responsibility 1 through Responsibility N and then when things are quiet, some sexual healing. Truth be told, children while taking up a LARGE chunk of our time, don't compare to the other stuff that the world demands of us(Jobs, our community activities, our spouses, and even ourselves)!
What I realized was bothering me when I spoke to women that didn't want to be mothers is the fact that all the myths and legends that they were told all pointed to the fact that they were selfish people(and being told that it was OK). They cared more about themselves than anything or anyone else and being a parent would force their hand into having to be selfless(and we definitely can't have that...). On a deeper level, I realized that these women would NEVER love me as equally as they loved themselves. Parenting is a larger inconvenience than a relationship. If she is so selfish to the point that executing a life function that is the essence of who she is at her core(a woman) then what will she do when my love for her becomes inconvenient??? What happens if I become sick and need her to tend to me and care for me...like...I don't know...a helpless infant/child????
I often said I wouldn't date women that were mothers because of the "complications" that I saw in their lives as they fought the good fight of raising their children. However I've come to my senses about the fact that mothers(present or future/hopeful) are exactly who I want to love and build a relationship with. They have chosen to embark on a life journey of caring for someone more than they often care for themselves...and that's a damn beautiful woman. I don't expect my wife to nurse and care for me like a child...but its a beautiful thing to see a woman that can love outside of her own life...and love life into someone else...especially when all that someone else can do is love them in return...
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Why Men Dread Marriage.
Why men dread marriage.
I read this article at the behest of a friend's post on Facebook. In the article the author attempts to answer an age old question as to WHY modern women realize in their mid to late 30's that they want to be married and haven't achieved nuptial bliss. My offering for unmarried men:
To men sex abroad is greater than sex in a marriage.
From the time we are old enough to use the bathroom in the upright position we men are told and bathed with the definition that sex is the ultimate expression of manhood. And not just sex with one woman...but with as many as we can manage! This doctrine is taught to us starting from as a boy, “You got you a little girlfriend yet?” all the way to as one of my uncles recently phrased this question, “You ain't got you a little tadda?(some might say "Yam"...don't judge us...sweet potatoes are good...)”
For MOST MEN, sex is the equivalent of money. We brag about how much of it we get and how we don't know what to do with all of it that we have. Yet if you were to run a “sexual background credibility check” on most men they would be bankrupt. So if most of us men don't get buffet style sex, then why the hesitancy to get married to a woman that loves and cares about us? Just as with money, men want to do as little as possible for as much “return” as possible. Why get married when they can fool many women into thinking that casual sex is the first all-essential stop on the road trip to marriage?
Unmarried men are irresponsible and know it.
Marriage is a huge responsibility. The bible says we should love our wives as Christ loved the Church. Christ's love for the Church compelled him to die to secure the eternal fortunes of everyone willing to call Him Lord(enter into subjugation to His life's example). Men who aren't married don't want a woman depending on them unless its for a willing and able sexual partner. These men fail not only to care for the ultimate well-being of these women they profess shallow feelings for, but are unwilling to embrace the needs of anyone else.
Their mothers won't marry them.
No I'm not talking about incest...but unmarried men tend to make a serious mistake when thinking about what characteristics make a good wife. These men expect their future wives to be like their mothers. A mother by nature is designed to nurture, care and love her child in a “do everything for him because he's helpless” sort of way. Men that NEVER grow up emotionally and socially in their view of women often find it hard ho'ing(pun intended) as we'd say back home when the women they meet get tired of having to be the mother of a man-child when what they want to be is loved, cared for and equally adored.
Finally...they never saw their fathers love their mothers.
This isn't just about single moms...but very much about men failing to teach their sons the lessons of *sings* “When a man loves a woman...” One of the real sad parts of my life growing up is that I seldom “saw” my father do anything romantic for my mother. Sure...he paid the bills and put food on the table and took care of the stuff that would have been nearly impossible for a single mom to do. But initially lost to me due to the commercial jamming signal that Hallmark puts out is how the responsibilities of being a husband are only met by a man that has a deep and earnest love for his wife and family. Unmarried men often think that all women want is someone to financially provide for them when really what women want is someone that loves them so much that providing for them and the family they hope to establish are simply brushstrokes on the canvas of a union-center(it's about them not her or him) marriage.
I probably should stop here...Star Trek is paused on my DVR.
I read this article at the behest of a friend's post on Facebook. In the article the author attempts to answer an age old question as to WHY modern women realize in their mid to late 30's that they want to be married and haven't achieved nuptial bliss. My offering for unmarried men:
To men sex abroad is greater than sex in a marriage.
From the time we are old enough to use the bathroom in the upright position we men are told and bathed with the definition that sex is the ultimate expression of manhood. And not just sex with one woman...but with as many as we can manage! This doctrine is taught to us starting from as a boy, “You got you a little girlfriend yet?” all the way to as one of my uncles recently phrased this question, “You ain't got you a little tadda?(some might say "Yam"...don't judge us...sweet potatoes are good...)”
For MOST MEN, sex is the equivalent of money. We brag about how much of it we get and how we don't know what to do with all of it that we have. Yet if you were to run a “sexual background credibility check” on most men they would be bankrupt. So if most of us men don't get buffet style sex, then why the hesitancy to get married to a woman that loves and cares about us? Just as with money, men want to do as little as possible for as much “return” as possible. Why get married when they can fool many women into thinking that casual sex is the first all-essential stop on the road trip to marriage?
Unmarried men are irresponsible and know it.
Marriage is a huge responsibility. The bible says we should love our wives as Christ loved the Church. Christ's love for the Church compelled him to die to secure the eternal fortunes of everyone willing to call Him Lord(enter into subjugation to His life's example). Men who aren't married don't want a woman depending on them unless its for a willing and able sexual partner. These men fail not only to care for the ultimate well-being of these women they profess shallow feelings for, but are unwilling to embrace the needs of anyone else.
Their mothers won't marry them.
No I'm not talking about incest...but unmarried men tend to make a serious mistake when thinking about what characteristics make a good wife. These men expect their future wives to be like their mothers. A mother by nature is designed to nurture, care and love her child in a “do everything for him because he's helpless” sort of way. Men that NEVER grow up emotionally and socially in their view of women often find it hard ho'ing(pun intended) as we'd say back home when the women they meet get tired of having to be the mother of a man-child when what they want to be is loved, cared for and equally adored.
Finally...they never saw their fathers love their mothers.
This isn't just about single moms...but very much about men failing to teach their sons the lessons of *sings* “When a man loves a woman...” One of the real sad parts of my life growing up is that I seldom “saw” my father do anything romantic for my mother. Sure...he paid the bills and put food on the table and took care of the stuff that would have been nearly impossible for a single mom to do. But initially lost to me due to the commercial jamming signal that Hallmark puts out is how the responsibilities of being a husband are only met by a man that has a deep and earnest love for his wife and family. Unmarried men often think that all women want is someone to financially provide for them when really what women want is someone that loves them so much that providing for them and the family they hope to establish are simply brushstrokes on the canvas of a union-center(it's about them not her or him) marriage.
I probably should stop here...Star Trek is paused on my DVR.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Poem: Problem Solver "2+2"
I just want to be your problem solver.
Giving you "4" when all you see is "2+2"
I've seen your situations try and bury you.
And people telling you what when all you need is someone to do.
Let me be your lever,
And you can be my fulcrum.
I'll bring the pulley,
If you can supply the rope.
I hear your division hasn't been done right in a while...
Let me be your denominator and you my numerator,
I've got several places,
We can carry the remainder.
Let me be the geometry,
That fills your Non-Euclidean Space.
Everyone else may offer an educated guess,
But I know all the answers to your multiple choice test.
Can I be the orthotic that supports the arch of your weary foot?
Someone you can trust your weight on?
I'll upgrade your computer,
Let me be your CPU(Constant Pleasure Unit).
See I have several of the answers,
To several of your questions.
I don't have every answer,
But I think I'm missing just a few...
I'm standing here with “4”
And I see you standing there with “2+2”
Giving you "4" when all you see is "2+2"
I've seen your situations try and bury you.
And people telling you what when all you need is someone to do.
Let me be your lever,
And you can be my fulcrum.
I'll bring the pulley,
If you can supply the rope.
I hear your division hasn't been done right in a while...
Let me be your denominator and you my numerator,
I've got several places,
We can carry the remainder.
Let me be the geometry,
That fills your Non-Euclidean Space.
Everyone else may offer an educated guess,
But I know all the answers to your multiple choice test.
Can I be the orthotic that supports the arch of your weary foot?
Someone you can trust your weight on?
I'll upgrade your computer,
Let me be your CPU(Constant Pleasure Unit).
See I have several of the answers,
To several of your questions.
I don't have every answer,
But I think I'm missing just a few...
I'm standing here with “4”
And I see you standing there with “2+2”
Monday, September 20, 2010
Lips to my cheek(Poem)
Lips to my cheek,
The warmth penetrates the ever-vigilant cold that persists to protect the depths of my soul.
I am unable to mount an adequate response.
I am…touched.
Silence reassures the difficulty in the words I might dare say,
This warm moment settles around my shoulders,
Reaching for a closeness time and distance has made alien to me.
Civil romance blurs the line between first and last chances,
And this warmth dances to the rhythm of a heart all too eager to try again.
I close my eyes,
Again the light is becoming too much to take in.
Again,
Bright, vivid colors of a future where moments thirst for our glory.
This is the story,
Of a kiss.
The warmth penetrates the ever-vigilant cold that persists to protect the depths of my soul.
I am unable to mount an adequate response.
I am…touched.
Silence reassures the difficulty in the words I might dare say,
This warm moment settles around my shoulders,
Reaching for a closeness time and distance has made alien to me.
Civil romance blurs the line between first and last chances,
And this warmth dances to the rhythm of a heart all too eager to try again.
I close my eyes,
Again the light is becoming too much to take in.
Again,
Bright, vivid colors of a future where moments thirst for our glory.
This is the story,
Of a kiss.
A Jade Breeze(Poem)
I’ve travelled far,
And walked under a jealous sun,
And envious stars,
Holding my breath for a jade breeze.
Not a golden gust,
Or glimmering wind,
But soothing, gentle, and firm gorgeous gales,
Carrying poetic particles of moon-dust,
A granule of lust,
And the gentle hope that tells you in whom to trust.
I find my senses overwhelmed,
Being touched by such untouchable beauty.
Each swirl caresses my face,
And the aroma of perfection quickens my heart’s pace.
Dare I…
Extend my tongue in a moment of passion,
As a boy in a rainstorm,
Savoring each drop in joyful fashion…
And while these moments are rare,
And the prude would ration,
I dare not let time or tomorrow be a distraction.
As I’ve waited too long,
To catch wind,
Of a jade breeze.
And walked under a jealous sun,
And envious stars,
Holding my breath for a jade breeze.
Not a golden gust,
Or glimmering wind,
But soothing, gentle, and firm gorgeous gales,
Carrying poetic particles of moon-dust,
A granule of lust,
And the gentle hope that tells you in whom to trust.
I find my senses overwhelmed,
Being touched by such untouchable beauty.
Each swirl caresses my face,
And the aroma of perfection quickens my heart’s pace.
Dare I…
Extend my tongue in a moment of passion,
As a boy in a rainstorm,
Savoring each drop in joyful fashion…
And while these moments are rare,
And the prude would ration,
I dare not let time or tomorrow be a distraction.
As I’ve waited too long,
To catch wind,
Of a jade breeze.
You taste like the sun(Poem)
I can't touch the sun,
but I can taste traces of it in your skin.
From the soft warmth where all kisses begin,
My lips tingle with the afterglow of you.
I lick them,
resetting for another approach,
That subtle salty bliss,
Quietly crisp,
My lips search for the shadows,
of a pleasant sunset,
Cooled by an autumn breeze.
Heaven,
I believe,
for the moment is found where my lips touch your skin.
but I can taste traces of it in your skin.
From the soft warmth where all kisses begin,
My lips tingle with the afterglow of you.
I lick them,
resetting for another approach,
That subtle salty bliss,
Quietly crisp,
My lips search for the shadows,
of a pleasant sunset,
Cooled by an autumn breeze.
Heaven,
I believe,
for the moment is found where my lips touch your skin.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Armor Bearer Part 1(Poem)
When war is the expectation,
Armor is a necessity.
My breastplate is heavy,
and my arms grow tired from the weight of my shield.
The burden of my chainmail is tiresome.
Yet without, how can I live in a world that demands soldiers instead of the compassionate?
I hear arrows,
and I see swords.
I smell blackpowder as cannonballs rain down from above.
The battle is all around.
Allies fight only when their interest is served.
Sadly,
Humanity is never the interest...
While I only have reason to fight,
I wear my armor.
For now,
I bear my own armor.
Armor is a necessity.
My breastplate is heavy,
and my arms grow tired from the weight of my shield.
The burden of my chainmail is tiresome.
Yet without, how can I live in a world that demands soldiers instead of the compassionate?
I hear arrows,
and I see swords.
I smell blackpowder as cannonballs rain down from above.
The battle is all around.
Allies fight only when their interest is served.
Sadly,
Humanity is never the interest...
While I only have reason to fight,
I wear my armor.
For now,
I bear my own armor.
Adulterated Faith(Sunday School Lesson)
Adulterated Faith
Explain how in a meat market contamination between different types of meat is against health code because each meat requires different cooking directions.
Establish the symbolism between slavery to Egypt and slavery to sin. Romans 6:17-18
1.The Problems with the Golden Calf.
a)The Israelites were doing what they were comfortable and familiar doing, instead of trusting in their new relationship with God. “Renewing your mind...” - Romans 12:2, “Friendship with the world...” James 4:4
b)The Israelites were trying to amend God's required worship of Him and add worshiping idol gods. “Serve two masters...” Matthew 6:24 “House divided...” Mark 3:25 “Fresh Water/Salt Water Spring...” James 3:9-12 “Circumcised to be saved...” Acts 15:1-2,5-11
c)Aaron wasn't ministering to the people by telling them what he heard from God(through Moses) but he was simply giving the people what they wanted. Warn the class against the dangers of a church pressuring the Pastor to cater the message to “what they are familiar with and accustomed to.”
2. Show how Moses represents foreshadowing of Christ interceding for us. Romans 8:34
a)Christ's life being threatened as a babe
b)Christ becoming a common man to do God's will
c)Christ bring the message of the Gospel(abolish of the slavery of sin) being rejected.
d)Christ being our intermediary making peace between man and God.
Scriptures
Mark 3:25 - 25If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand.
Acts 15:1-2,5-11
The Council at Jerusalem
1Some men came down from Judea to Antioch and were teaching the brothers: "Unless you are circumcised, according to the custom taught by Moses, you cannot be saved." 2This brought Paul and Barnabas into sharp dispute and debate with them. So Paul and Barnabas were appointed, along with some other believers, to go up to Jerusalem to see the apostles and elders about this question.
5Then some of the believers who belonged to the party of the Pharisees stood up and said, "The Gentiles must be circumcised and required to obey the law of Moses."
6The apostles and elders met to consider this question. 7After much discussion, Peter got up and addressed them: "Brothers, you know that some time ago God made a choice among you that the Gentiles might hear from my lips the message of the gospel and believe. 8God, who knows the heart, showed that he accepted them by giving the Holy Spirit to them, just as he did to us. 9He made no distinction between us and them, for he purified their hearts by faith. 10Now then, why do you try to test God by putting on the necks of the disciples a yoke that neither we nor our fathers have been able to bear? 11No! We believe it is through the grace of our Lord Jesus that we are saved, just as they are."
Romans 6:17-18 - 17But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly obeyed the form of teaching to which you were entrusted. 18You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness.
Romans 8:34 - 34Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.
Romans 12:2 - 2Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
James 3:9-12 - 9With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. 10Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. 11Can both fresh water and salt[a] water flow from the same spring? 12My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.
James 4:4 - 4You adulterous people, don't you know that friendship with the world is hatred toward God? Anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God.
Explain how in a meat market contamination between different types of meat is against health code because each meat requires different cooking directions.
Establish the symbolism between slavery to Egypt and slavery to sin. Romans 6:17-18
1.The Problems with the Golden Calf.
a)The Israelites were doing what they were comfortable and familiar doing, instead of trusting in their new relationship with God. “Renewing your mind...” - Romans 12:2, “Friendship with the world...” James 4:4
b)The Israelites were trying to amend God's required worship of Him and add worshiping idol gods. “Serve two masters...” Matthew 6:24 “House divided...” Mark 3:25 “Fresh Water/Salt Water Spring...” James 3:9-12 “Circumcised to be saved...” Acts 15:1-2,5-11
c)Aaron wasn't ministering to the people by telling them what he heard from God(through Moses) but he was simply giving the people what they wanted. Warn the class against the dangers of a church pressuring the Pastor to cater the message to “what they are familiar with and accustomed to.”
2. Show how Moses represents foreshadowing of Christ interceding for us. Romans 8:34
a)Christ's life being threatened as a babe
b)Christ becoming a common man to do God's will
c)Christ bring the message of the Gospel(abolish of the slavery of sin) being rejected.
d)Christ being our intermediary making peace between man and God.
Scriptures
Mark 3:25 - 25If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand.
Acts 15:1-2,5-11
The Council at Jerusalem
1Some men came down from Judea to Antioch and were teaching the brothers: "Unless you are circumcised, according to the custom taught by Moses, you cannot be saved." 2This brought Paul and Barnabas into sharp dispute and debate with them. So Paul and Barnabas were appointed, along with some other believers, to go up to Jerusalem to see the apostles and elders about this question.
5Then some of the believers who belonged to the party of the Pharisees stood up and said, "The Gentiles must be circumcised and required to obey the law of Moses."
6The apostles and elders met to consider this question. 7After much discussion, Peter got up and addressed them: "Brothers, you know that some time ago God made a choice among you that the Gentiles might hear from my lips the message of the gospel and believe. 8God, who knows the heart, showed that he accepted them by giving the Holy Spirit to them, just as he did to us. 9He made no distinction between us and them, for he purified their hearts by faith. 10Now then, why do you try to test God by putting on the necks of the disciples a yoke that neither we nor our fathers have been able to bear? 11No! We believe it is through the grace of our Lord Jesus that we are saved, just as they are."
Romans 6:17-18 - 17But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly obeyed the form of teaching to which you were entrusted. 18You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness.
Romans 8:34 - 34Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.
Romans 12:2 - 2Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
James 3:9-12 - 9With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. 10Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. 11Can both fresh water and salt[a] water flow from the same spring? 12My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.
James 4:4 - 4You adulterous people, don't you know that friendship with the world is hatred toward God? Anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Senses(Poem)
Words fail me to describe what I feel when I'm around you.
I scribble,
I mumble,
I over-analyze each word.
And when I think I've found the right arrangement of sounds and syllables.
You smile...
And what I thought had the hope of telling you what I was feeling is
now rendered worthless.
I'm in love with you,
A creature so wonderful,
You reduce the most evolved vocabulary to giggles, smirks and sighs.
It's at those moments,
I wish my ears were yours when I heard your voice on the phone when I
first called.
Those same ears would have heard my heart beating fast hoping you'd
answer, not be busy and could talk for a minute or two.
I wish my hands were yours at the very moment you held mine for the first time.
If my eyes were yours,
You'd have seen only what a man blessed by God with his perfect compliment saw.
My lips could be yours and tell you how soft your lips were when we
first kissed.
With my tongue you'd understand the difficulty an imperfect man has in
trying to describe his love for the perfection before him.
And in those moments we fight,
In those moments we have the hardest time understanding one another.
I'd lend you my heart and my mind.
That you might always know that I cherish you, then and all the more now.
That you might know that I think about you more than you'll ever know.
And that I still love you,
Even when my love for you is so hard to show.
Even when I tried to put my true feelings away...
I manage to think of the only words that come closest to what I'm
trying to say...
“I love you now, this and every day.”
I scribble,
I mumble,
I over-analyze each word.
And when I think I've found the right arrangement of sounds and syllables.
You smile...
And what I thought had the hope of telling you what I was feeling is
now rendered worthless.
I'm in love with you,
A creature so wonderful,
You reduce the most evolved vocabulary to giggles, smirks and sighs.
It's at those moments,
I wish my ears were yours when I heard your voice on the phone when I
first called.
Those same ears would have heard my heart beating fast hoping you'd
answer, not be busy and could talk for a minute or two.
I wish my hands were yours at the very moment you held mine for the first time.
If my eyes were yours,
You'd have seen only what a man blessed by God with his perfect compliment saw.
My lips could be yours and tell you how soft your lips were when we
first kissed.
With my tongue you'd understand the difficulty an imperfect man has in
trying to describe his love for the perfection before him.
And in those moments we fight,
In those moments we have the hardest time understanding one another.
I'd lend you my heart and my mind.
That you might always know that I cherish you, then and all the more now.
That you might know that I think about you more than you'll ever know.
And that I still love you,
Even when my love for you is so hard to show.
Even when I tried to put my true feelings away...
I manage to think of the only words that come closest to what I'm
trying to say...
“I love you now, this and every day.”
Give Us Heart Us Free(Poem)
Let me go.
Let my mind wonder free from thoughts of you, us and anything that has to do with love.
I just want to sleep at night and not wonder how you are doing.
Or hear some song,
And the first thing on my mind is you.
I just want the cure.
The antidote that removes this poison that keeps reminding me of you again and again.
I know against you I bore immature sin,
And I believe as punishment I deserve to long for you,
To thirst for you,
To crave your nourishment,
But to what end???
Each date, each pleasant conversation with another,
Is like my parole hearing.
And the board keeps denying me my freedom.
Back to cellblock J I go.
Each pretender is nice…but a you…NO, NO, NO!!!
And just when I think you are out my system,
I become a repeat offender.
Caught up in my past glory,
No alibi,
Just another lie to myself.
Well enough alone should have just been left,
And now the budding freedom from this curse of the heart,
Has been stolen,
Better commonsense has been far from smart.
I’m serving cruel and delusional punishment.
Let my mind wonder free from thoughts of you, us and anything that has to do with love.
I just want to sleep at night and not wonder how you are doing.
Or hear some song,
And the first thing on my mind is you.
I just want the cure.
The antidote that removes this poison that keeps reminding me of you again and again.
I know against you I bore immature sin,
And I believe as punishment I deserve to long for you,
To thirst for you,
To crave your nourishment,
But to what end???
Each date, each pleasant conversation with another,
Is like my parole hearing.
And the board keeps denying me my freedom.
Back to cellblock J I go.
Each pretender is nice…but a you…NO, NO, NO!!!
And just when I think you are out my system,
I become a repeat offender.
Caught up in my past glory,
No alibi,
Just another lie to myself.
Well enough alone should have just been left,
And now the budding freedom from this curse of the heart,
Has been stolen,
Better commonsense has been far from smart.
I’m serving cruel and delusional punishment.
Chocolate(POEM)
Chocolate is my temptation.
Smooth, creamy, thick and refined,
I cling to each bite as if the world's last was mine.
I love how when my touch lingers,
the warmth of the moment melts chocolate to hand,
And I have the guilty pleasure of licking my fingers.
Each sense emerges from the perpetual bland,
and bears witness to the moment,
that first nibble reaches my mouth.
Chocolate calms and soothes me,
as the warmth of my tongue guides the sweetness ever forward.
Smooth, creamy, thick and refined,
I cling to each bite as if the world's last was mine.
I love how when my touch lingers,
the warmth of the moment melts chocolate to hand,
And I have the guilty pleasure of licking my fingers.
Each sense emerges from the perpetual bland,
and bears witness to the moment,
that first nibble reaches my mouth.
Chocolate calms and soothes me,
as the warmth of my tongue guides the sweetness ever forward.
Milk Chocolate Misses(POEM)
Beautiful from head to toe,
This image in my mind,
My mind won't let go.
She's stunning and I've just seen it for the first time.
Her lips drip mahogony kisses,
She's my Milk Chocolate Misses.
I'd...
Sneak ever closer to steal glimpses,
And let my lips nibble sweet coco kisses.
As her skin,
Leaves the warmth of the sun's perfection,
On my lips for my tongue's inspection.
Together...
We'd resurrect Egyptian monuments,
And coast the Nile for 2 kilometers plus a mile.
We'd heal some past wrongs,
And find our mutual right,
when individually we seem so wrong.
Id...
Appreciate her always.
This image in my mind,
My mind won't let go.
She's stunning and I've just seen it for the first time.
Her lips drip mahogony kisses,
She's my Milk Chocolate Misses.
I'd...
Sneak ever closer to steal glimpses,
And let my lips nibble sweet coco kisses.
As her skin,
Leaves the warmth of the sun's perfection,
On my lips for my tongue's inspection.
Together...
We'd resurrect Egyptian monuments,
And coast the Nile for 2 kilometers plus a mile.
We'd heal some past wrongs,
And find our mutual right,
when individually we seem so wrong.
Id...
Appreciate her always.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Directions - Poem
The sounds of my people are headed the wrong way,
Due...West, Kanye.
They say,
They slay,
And move metric tons of Ya,
And our kids play,
music talking about gun play.
If this Kat Stacks,
then I'm yelling “JENGA!!!”
Our people have drunk the lyrical Kool-aid,
Home-made,
Made home and how we got here into memory fade...
Playwrights write of how we've live played,
Looking forward to “Madea go(es) to Hell.”
The end...role credits...Connery by BET...Black Hole Power.
Due...West, Kanye.
They say,
They slay,
And move metric tons of Ya,
And our kids play,
music talking about gun play.
If this Kat Stacks,
then I'm yelling “JENGA!!!”
Our people have drunk the lyrical Kool-aid,
Home-made,
Made home and how we got here into memory fade...
Playwrights write of how we've live played,
Looking forward to “Madea go(es) to Hell.”
The end...role credits...Connery by BET...Black Hole Power.
Caring past the point of no return - Poem
Mean stuff is said as camouflage.
She's behind enemy lines,
and my defenses are broken down.
I hear that all too familiar sound...
She's making my heart race.
I knew this was going to happen,
but her smile slowed me putting my ultra, super deluxe fence in place.
Now look at me...
Standing face to face,
Trying to act as if I'm still cool.
She's no fool,
and neither am I...well I'm her fool but that's the only exception.
I glance away before making eye contact,
as if surrender and conquest are far from my mind.
Just friendly,
At least one of us knows that I'm lying.
I'm dying,
To say or do anything but doing nothing is really trying.
This is what I get for spying,
For caring pass the point of no return,
Passed where interested turns to yearning.
Have I not learned anything from the past?
When it comes to putting up fences...be fast.
She's behind enemy lines,
and my defenses are broken down.
I hear that all too familiar sound...
She's making my heart race.
I knew this was going to happen,
but her smile slowed me putting my ultra, super deluxe fence in place.
Now look at me...
Standing face to face,
Trying to act as if I'm still cool.
She's no fool,
and neither am I...well I'm her fool but that's the only exception.
I glance away before making eye contact,
as if surrender and conquest are far from my mind.
Just friendly,
At least one of us knows that I'm lying.
I'm dying,
To say or do anything but doing nothing is really trying.
This is what I get for spying,
For caring pass the point of no return,
Passed where interested turns to yearning.
Have I not learned anything from the past?
When it comes to putting up fences...be fast.
Monday, April 6, 2009
She's never been called beautiful - Poem
I whisper...
"You're beautiful."
And in that moment,
Doubt grows bold to rob her of what should be,
the sweet reassurance,
Of a man expressing his heart's interpretation of what his eyes see.
For she,
had never been told she was beautiful.
"Cute", "fine", "pretty" and even the playful "You Aight."
but tonight,
she's looking as if she's being lied to,
as if I had tried to,
win points by stretching the truth.
Doubt is holding firm,
and as her eyes search away from my face,
My heart raises its pace,
She needs to hear it again,
"You are beautiful,
Not sort of good enough,
Not better with less on,
Not like some image on TV,
But like what it is I see when you feel much less,
and I still can't believe that on your lowest days,
You are still the very best."
She heard me this time...
Where is Doubt now...
Looking for the next woman that wishes her man would say "You are beautiful..."
***One reader's take on my poem***
"You're beautiful."
And in that moment,
Doubt grows bold to rob her of what should be,
the sweet reassurance,
Of a man expressing his heart's interpretation of what his eyes see.
For she,
had never been told she was beautiful.
"Cute", "fine", "pretty" and even the playful "You Aight."
but tonight,
she's looking as if she's being lied to,
as if I had tried to,
win points by stretching the truth.
Doubt is holding firm,
and as her eyes search away from my face,
My heart raises its pace,
She needs to hear it again,
"You are beautiful,
Not sort of good enough,
Not better with less on,
Not like some image on TV,
But like what it is I see when you feel much less,
and I still can't believe that on your lowest days,
You are still the very best."
She heard me this time...
Where is Doubt now...
Looking for the next woman that wishes her man would say "You are beautiful..."
***One reader's take on my poem***
Friday, March 27, 2009
Silence(more like laziness) broken.
OK, I'm refusing to let this blog be one of those things I start and stop....
I've been doing a lot over the last two months. One important thing is that I have started networking in the Microsoft Developer's community in and around Atlanta, GA. So far I'm happy to say that I've met some really interesting minds and have had some of the best and geekiest conversations of my life. I'm looking forward to becoming more of an active participant as well as learning how to manage my opinionated stances and perspective in a room of great minds.
As for the gym I'm still hitting hit hard. I'm hoping the consistency will pay off and hope to eventually gain a better grip on a more strict and less fun "way of eating." I was told by one of my friends at my gym that I have a group of women that secretly want to know what it is that I'm doing since they apparently have noticed some of my progress. Couple this with my recent attendance at this new gym since I moved, it seems that these ladies think I have some magic potion that melts fat and puts on muscle...
As for my dating life, I'm still grinding it out. Really haven't thrown a lot of energy into going out my way to meet women, but I'm happy to say that in my natural walk of life, I'm confident and have the tools to present the best me. However I am thinking of starting a new blog talking about relationships, my humble opinion and my lack or abundance(still to be determined) of game. Well that's the update that I needed to get things going. Stay tuned also for my new website under development that is going to feature my professional musings and samples of projects I'm developing in my spare time.
I've been doing a lot over the last two months. One important thing is that I have started networking in the Microsoft Developer's community in and around Atlanta, GA. So far I'm happy to say that I've met some really interesting minds and have had some of the best and geekiest conversations of my life. I'm looking forward to becoming more of an active participant as well as learning how to manage my opinionated stances and perspective in a room of great minds.
As for the gym I'm still hitting hit hard. I'm hoping the consistency will pay off and hope to eventually gain a better grip on a more strict and less fun "way of eating." I was told by one of my friends at my gym that I have a group of women that secretly want to know what it is that I'm doing since they apparently have noticed some of my progress. Couple this with my recent attendance at this new gym since I moved, it seems that these ladies think I have some magic potion that melts fat and puts on muscle...
As for my dating life, I'm still grinding it out. Really haven't thrown a lot of energy into going out my way to meet women, but I'm happy to say that in my natural walk of life, I'm confident and have the tools to present the best me. However I am thinking of starting a new blog talking about relationships, my humble opinion and my lack or abundance(still to be determined) of game. Well that's the update that I needed to get things going. Stay tuned also for my new website under development that is going to feature my professional musings and samples of projects I'm developing in my spare time.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Inspiration - Poem
On this pen and pad I unleash my wrath,
Taking words and constructing my subject’s figurative blood bath,
Hell may hath no fury like a woman’s scorn,
But Hell falls short also when compared to a poet recalling his life’s path all shredded and torn.
"What’s your inspiration?" they ask,
It’s the killer of my soul in my family using the title of dad as his mask,
It’s my black role models seeking their life’s understanding in a wine flask,
It's myself looking grief, pain, sorrow, the uncertainty of tomorrow and whatever else the world leaves at my door step square in the face, while finding the courage to tell my hopes and aspirations to keep pace.
It’s when the police use bullets and mace, when a “Good evening sir.” would have worked just as well in that time and place.
It’s when shady folks smile and a laugh in my face,
While seeing how much grass on the other side of the fence they can taste,
It’s my young brothers taking life as something they can waste,
Thinking education is a simple as “Cut and Paste.”
See I find inspiration, because the problems of life come without hesitation.
Just as pearls form from an oyster’s irritation,
So do my words to combat this war of the little man that stands among the giants and goes unspoken for.
I stand proud and say I refuse to call my black queens, although some may still be in training, bitches and whores,
Take life serious, because when death comes he’s not so easy to ignore…
Taking words and constructing my subject’s figurative blood bath,
Hell may hath no fury like a woman’s scorn,
But Hell falls short also when compared to a poet recalling his life’s path all shredded and torn.
"What’s your inspiration?" they ask,
It’s the killer of my soul in my family using the title of dad as his mask,
It’s my black role models seeking their life’s understanding in a wine flask,
It's myself looking grief, pain, sorrow, the uncertainty of tomorrow and whatever else the world leaves at my door step square in the face, while finding the courage to tell my hopes and aspirations to keep pace.
It’s when the police use bullets and mace, when a “Good evening sir.” would have worked just as well in that time and place.
It’s when shady folks smile and a laugh in my face,
While seeing how much grass on the other side of the fence they can taste,
It’s my young brothers taking life as something they can waste,
Thinking education is a simple as “Cut and Paste.”
See I find inspiration, because the problems of life come without hesitation.
Just as pearls form from an oyster’s irritation,
So do my words to combat this war of the little man that stands among the giants and goes unspoken for.
I stand proud and say I refuse to call my black queens, although some may still be in training, bitches and whores,
Take life serious, because when death comes he’s not so easy to ignore…
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