America: Eclectic Melting Pot of the Post Modern World

America:

A people insecure and yet so convinced they are sure,

Polarized and categorized,

Sensitive in feelings and insensitive with whom they’re dealing,

Nice and mean

Dirty and clean,

Rich and yet poor

Possessing resources but what for?

Possessing and possessed

Obsessing and obsessed.

Shiny stuff,

And never enough.

Upgrades,

Downloads,

Degrade uploads.

There are values on pillars that float in the air,

The foundation is lost in the clouds and the flair.

Comfort is lost in the sex and the food.

We don’t know what’s right,

We don’t know what’s good.

Morality is relative along with truth

But no one can prove it because its not true to you.

When there is no foundation

There is no God.

And no one can see straight when we worship the job.

Job to get money,

Money to get the house,

House to put stuff in, just to move out.

Travel the world retire, settle down, golf and talk about the weather before they put you down.

RaPoem

I had a to do list the other night and I'd been listening to a lot more hip pop and rap lately. (Shout out to Lecrae, Trip Lee, NF) So after watching a music video of the chap they call NF I thought to myself, "I could be a white rapper" So I thought I'd try it out. It probably just comes out as a poem unless I have Lecrae rap it for me. Whatevertheresult I thought hey. I'll type this up and then I thought hey, I'll add it to my online collection.

This is a testimony to Jesus and His work in my life. 

 (10-17-14) on the back of the to do list.

 

What to do the question at hand

My heart is pulled on

By darkened souls I’m

Just trying to hold on

When I’m what seems wrong

Pick up carry on? Ya!

As it’s my own song

I’m weak I’m not strong

It’s like I’ve been led on

Caught up in the throng

Back in forth, right and wrong

Ping to the ping to the ping pang pong

It’s back and forth up and down

These devils try to get me from all around

I know the truth, I know the life

It’s all I need, I know its right.

But it aint easy though

Feelings come and go

Thoughts come from me

Then they come so slow

I found out I’ve agreed with Lucy.

Kept guard on my heart

No I held too loose

Afraid to lose

Afraid to choose

But in my “Oh My”

I saw the noose

Like French fries

Just don’t fly

When weights to lose

Procrastination masked as patience

Drank as poison in my relations

Some I see, some I don’t, I wasted

Time losing hope

I wasted life on a rope

Till it snapped, it left me broke

Empty pockets broken bones

Dirty socks, far from home

This aint my zone

I’m so alone

Even on the phone

I’m all alone

But heed You, I didn’t

You just called me with it

As I called out to live it

My skin and bones rivet

My hope was gone

I gave it

My help was wrong

I made it

And this went on

Till it ended

When the wick of my candle was burned in

And I cried out so helpless

And naked

Get me out of this mess

(I’m) Mistaken

In patience I’ll find

But I wasted

Impatience to find

What I tasted

Was it worth it?

I’s lost in and hurt

It was all that I ran from

It was, You that I needed

And You by grace bleeded

And to You I finally pleaded

To save me from my conceded

Self and sin and lies and pain

I needed

A kickstart

My foundation was wrong

I couldn’t really stand strong

I couldn’t really stand at all

I thought I was two people

One for perfection (to be seen)

And one to secretly fall.

It was impossible, improbable

The likeliness of life to come from death

But You brought me back to life

You are the Rest.

 

Everything you've ever wanted and The death trap of tranquilizing societal influence.

Lord, I never want to grow old. It seems i've been listening to myself do as I'm told. Why! This bubble is so correct. I think I've puked out my heart for the things a "good kid" should respect. Lord, I don't want to grow old. Hit the reset button or somehow get a handle on this heart, it's soo cold. Or at least not like this. These minds are being used but I wonder if they'd work better if they weren't first abused.  They seem nice, maybe, if you squint your eyes and look away. "what a nice student" the people would say, never to know what nice even means. Never to see the end to these means. These blind and numb, death and dumb. I hate, cause I'm the blue gum ball in the gum ball machine. The world ate the pink ones and worships the green. One day there perfect society will conform me. One day I'll get it. I just need to believe. If I manage my time and suck up enough, if I "get back in the swing of things" then it won't be soo rough. Ya right! I've avoided a lot of things, but i picked this fight. I know I'm in a war that I can't win, but I'm not giving up and I'm not giving in. I am an eagle and all of these birds are flying against me.  I am the salmon and all this water streams agaist You. I am on Your side. They think that it's cute. I don't want, I don't need, a life that drifts with breeze, a heart that sifted as winds please. There's a man and he's been sleepin. He cracked an eye upon this evenin. He's perfect and all that I've ever dreamed of being. He alive and wake beyond this world and beyond this season. But in His dreams, I have been seen and, all that lies ahead is meaning. All the fear and doubts are leavin. This Man is gentle, love and caring. This Man is life, and hope and daring. Ain't a chance he put to rest this guy's relentless, this guy's the best. He only gets stronger and He's not going away. This Man is my future and lives in me today.

You know... I've noticed a few things bout this here planet and our relation to it in the moments prior to this one.  Things like:

-I have come to terms with the fact that I am 22.  It's a fact now.  And this is probably the fastest reality has hit me in my life thus far.  It came from contemplation, meditation and prayer.  I see it kinda like...
learning.  Now this learning analogy applies because I have lots of new things I am learning in this season of life, academically, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and cognitively.  A more applicable example could be... dusting for a hidden picture that can only be seen by a special dust that a person has to apply gently and in a small area. Thus is takes quite some time to uncover the hidden picture yet when it starts coming together during the process, when I step back and look at it, is quite a breathtaking reality.  Oh the simple joy to stop.  Stop the busy bustle (yes, busy bustle) and reflect (far worse not to) upon the journey; the process, and realize what could not have been realized another way.  
     It seems the subtle changes in our lives are easier to cope with because there is not an insurmountable amount of instant shock from difference or uncomfortable newness.  And by cope I sadly mean that we (specified in another thought) really tend to fall on the side of being not near as grateful for the work God does in and of our lives.  We seem as hardly as aware of the marvelous transforming change that has occurred as the old self that once was.  The main jab being, reflection is vital for a thankful heart.  Now worry is vital for a closed heart and fear is vital for the enclosed heart but love-complete closes the door to worry and cast's out fear allthewhile kindling (verb) the fire of grateful joy above the hearth of honesty with the kindling (noun) of reflection.

For those few who might stumble across this,

I am living at home with my good friend Andrew Marshall.  I am coaching Defenders basketball (a dream of mine for this past year)  I get to coach my Jr. Brother and my Sr. Cousin.

God has a beautiful plan and I want nothing less than all the Kahoots He's got for me.

You are not what you do, you BE

You are not what you do

You have been made new

A new creation in Christ

Founded on Life

He lived and He died

Accused and abused

Perfectly used

He killed pride blood He sweat For you

And for I He walked in humility

Gave His life up willingly

Its all about Him He put the hope in everything

The good you see is stamped with His signet ring

For I was dipped in His death

Crucified with his breath

Immersed in everlasting hopelessness

Bound by sin in a shamed debt of bottomlessness

I was the enemy

I was the sin in me

Losing hope and energy

In this state I died but He died first

And He loved me while I was the curse

I was the mess. I was reversed

And He loved me He loved me first

Now that I've died

He lives inside

I dont even live anymore He lives in my skin

When I played the hoar

How free it is

Bound No more

Who I was is on the ocean floor

And unlocked is the prison door

For freedom He has set me free

Dying to live with Him for eternity

BUT I'll never forget He died for me.

He lives, you are not what you do

You BE. Why does it annoy me?

Why do I feel what I feel?

Oh come be my love

Love all around

Flow out my heart Overtake my way Its yours

eighteen

What a blessing stuck under this earthen curse

To see the King at the wedding All the more glorious being the worst

Don't look down now

It's not going to help

The Ox is muzzeled

The world is puzzeled

What to live for? Who to please?

In our closets on our knees

Freed by death on a tree

Cleared my deabt, payed my fees

Living to love Him whole fully

Obey His decrees

At His name darkness flees

In His presence we'll forever be

In this life, this life I lead

Your face, your Love this will I see

 Blessed are the meek

The deeper power comes through the weak

And faith as a musturd seed

What'd you come out to see?

A wind blown desert reed?

He's coming back to judge the scene

This is our mission This is our calling

Your purpose among a world thats falling

This is What you were made for

This Is why the veil from top to bottom tore

No, your not alone Go,

His breath is with you

Watching from Heaven's shore

Watching over His child, you