Month: June 2016

Breathe

Should I keep writing?
I mean, I’ve never really made any money at it.
No one’s ever told me that something I wrote changed their life.
Or even changed their day.
Or changed anything at all.
Should I keep singing?
I mean I’ve never made any money at it.
No one’s ever told me that a song of mine made them pause and think.
Or inspired them to move.
Or inspired them at all.
Should I keep breathing?
I mean I’ve never been someone who makes things happen.
No one’s ever told me that I am confident.
Or seem driven.
Or drive women wild.
Should I keep going?
I mean, this list is starting to sound monotonous.
No one wants to hear you complain.
Or write or sing.

Or breathe.

Pigeon

Write a poem.
Sit down, get a notebook out and write a poem.
Then erase every fucking letter because it’s shit and so are you.
The last line was too deprecating, but the audience connects anyway.
Laugh. Throw your head back and laugh. Right at the beginning.
They have to believe you are crazy. You have to convince them of nothing.
There’s a hole in my shoes. There’s a hole in my soul. Which one can a department store fix?
Too few psychiatrist with too many patients with too little patients. I’ve written that line before.
I make a fine poet. Psych. Kidding. I just want to see if you’re still listening.
Make a list then sing all your problems. Out the window. What do birds know? About it.
Probably nothing. But then again, I’m no pigeon.
Cry for no reason in the middle. Break down and shake. Make them believe you are broken. You have to convince them of nothing.
I make a fine depressive. The only kind of person who can ever claim to be a poet.
Pause at the end.
Leave a big. blank. space.
Take a deep breath to make them believe that you are thoughtful.
Convince them you’re something.

Bride Series Poem

So here we find ourselves.
In the middle of two great weddings.
First with Adam and Eve.
Finally with Christ and his Bride.
The story of scripture is laced
with a lover pursuing his beloved.
And we were once lovely.

We were devoted to the apostles teaching
To fellowship and eating together.
We prayed for our growing family
and we prayed for our forever.

We shared everything.
Our clothing our property our possessions.
The Lord added to our number
And we forgave great transgressions.
Simply put, we were lovely.

But now that beauty has been broken.
Our hearts imprisoned
Our minds stolen.

Battered, bloodied, bruised
We stand before a most holy God
Shaken and confused
How could we fall so far?

But he steps in for us redeems,
Red river brackish flows and teams
On a cross his body broke
In blood rivers our mouths to choke.

To sanctify Her
Oh what a cost.
That Jesus paid
On wooden cross.

Now he can present his bride holy and blameless
Spotless while we make him famous.
To what length would you go?
The reply echoes of I love you so.
And again echoes of welcome home.

How then should we move toward him?
Where in this do we begin?
Fight for not with
The poor and penniless

How he pursued then we shall too.
How he pursued then we shall too.
How he pursued then we shall too.

It cost Jesus everything
and we should expect no less.
It cost him everything.
Even His very flesh.

So here we find ourselves.
In the middle of two great weddings.
First with Adam and Eve,
Finally with Christ and his Bride.
Let’s bring the wine.