Not Meek, Just a Hero

At your feet
nail driven holes
gripping splinter filled
Tramp stamped by the hammer of a sinner
to a piece of wood
carved for an innocent dying man
for all the sinners
on top a mountain

Trampled by the feet of soldiers and Pharisees
mocked, spat upon, before they pronounced
He blasphemed. Crucify Him!
Crucify the Emmanuel

Thrusted upon, a crown
Thrusted nails
Thrusted on a tree
Thrusted on some hill
Thrusted upon was our death
as your heart beat slowed down
to stop, drop
Thrust in the spear
For He shall have no broken bones
The once living water mingled with the blood
And flowed out

ascended on a hill
then descending before a miracle ascending
mounted for the death pending
stabbed through with dull quivers
up on a hill
shivering from the tears
skin ripped off the back
like ribbons
sliding off the package
of your Easter Present
A communion basket of body and blood

A skeleton of former glory
Before the exaltation granting my Grooms Authority
The story before the Good News story
(whip sound)
taking away the power of the humans God-born
we would call that whipped
but what man fighting for his bride
what true man doesn't give the woman the whip
The Bride was equipped and the Son died
without fight nor fit
He took the whip. He took the whip.

The Leaving Season

We perch ourselves on mailboxes

waiting for obscene letters of home

when home is just behind us

We, the proud have turned our back

from the things we thought would bind us

Like a turtle neck sweater 

in Spring weather

Showing up in a North Carolina Winter

We turn our back a something that had once seemed to serve a purpose

Until in the heat of our anxiety 

our throat says I'm empty

Give me taste, that I may quench thirst

From a house cemented in the ground

With tap water coming out in 3 holds

Be we perch on a box 

Waiting for a letter to take the tired home.

We squat, knell, and pray everyday waiting a messenger

Pleading in an awkward position

People in love keep calling us to a feast 

that'll supply us for this long winter season

But we'll leave bitter

cause we want to be catered better

I live like I dog
Says the man meant to behold
I live like a dog in summer
I'm panting in a regressing beat
The tones of my apathy
strumming me along cursing
The dirt
The beautiful dirt I stand

I hate work
I hate stale milk
and stagnant relationships
I eat like I belong in jail
I hate getting spam in my mail
I hate the three seconds it takes to get texts
I hate that I work out three times a week and I have such pathetic pecs

I'm so blessed at this picture said the moon
I wonder if anyone could this beauty too
What a blessing
What a blessing
Oh, a blessing

DOLL HOUSE

ARISE
you once filled with spirit
marred by a fanatic
dashed quickly into a fantasy
Arise from the plastic

left your eyes
and stop giving up on your story
take off the mask
and say "I'VE HAD IT"

Pick up your shoes
Left the one
comes next the two
Stand together through the door
say left foot to the right foot
I'm tired of standing inside the door
"I"VE HAD IT"
I'm not doing that anymore

Seriously, I'm not doing that anymore
I'm tired of only touching the cold wood on the floor
I'm tired of looking out the window
at living things that are pursuing something
foreign but lovely

The fire might be comfy
But I'm cramped
and this toy house won't let me grow anymore

I'm tired of looking to be Barby's Ken
ANd I'm tired of living the tale
of that which makes boys come under a delusion their men
Not living a real adventure
But crossing truth and lie
women and sin
standing left foot without the right foot

Doll Houses and doll babies

the next lady

enough to make you go crazy

with fake bodies

and hollow nothings underneath something you can

strike cold like tin

She can get as cold as like ice

and won't provide a summers weather

cause we live in a doll house

TRENDS

When did it become cool once again to draw dash marks over the GIFT and tell of peoples past sins? When? Why are we still trying to prepare the way with a non-Christians purity when Christ looked to the Keepers of the Law absurdly right before He died for the ungrateful shes and he's. U-SURP ME. Take my crate from my hands where I've written out my own plans and I want my will to be fanned. I've ignited fireworks of passion... costing more than your 50000 dollars 4th of July to get my egocentric high. I've had annual toasts to thank God, that unlike many I've gotten by with my purity. It's thanksgiving. And, dude. I'm very thankful

Don't Worry, He'll Show

I think if there was a light in this city
I think Christ might show

Like he did when there was a light in Bethlehem
On that stary night, giving a point of direction
to a few men
Christ came from a virgin
Indeed, to some wise men and some shephards
Christ was shown

Like he did in the storm
Sleeping in the back was the Messiah
12 wading in the boat
That they feared would be swallowed by a lake
When my God made both the lake and the storm
They didn't know, instead of just a teacher, that Messiah would show

And when it came to the garden of Gethsemane
The world bellowed in deep darkness
Everyone was blind to this
But the third day, after all that darkness
people could see
even the doubting Thomas
Because He showed up

When Stephen got stoned by the masses
And Jewish leaders were taken passes at the Young Bride
she skipped out just after the wedding
From the Euphrates to Rome where did she go
For thy Lord feared she had become a NO SHOW
The too weak left
Christ's love taken for theft

When shootings and polluting
comits of word vomit... MTV playing victory horns on Jersey's Shores
Bill boards cover the skies portraying naked girls with vogue
And you wonder why your thirteen year olds
purse is bigger than her shorts
whenever she leaves home
boys watchin your girls every step
And moms don't call it cute
If ya call your house a righteous institute
Bro, that aint Biblical

Church's tell children, "COVER YOUR EYES"
But our alternatives are slim to none
We don't train lambs to be tailers, but just gospel mission sailors
When we don't encourage our kin to see things as premissable
Light the missle that is the church
shoot it to the moon
so it can alienate some more

When the sheep act sheepish
Asking, "What have they done?"
Once again the temple cast lots
crusading more white washed stage sets
pursuing monetary prep
than taking hands reaching out in the community
one step, two step
What a bunch stoop kids

Acting like their ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS has strepped
As in God-Image playing hookie
When the test comes in our Chemistry
How do we bond Heaven on Earth
without marring the Son of God's imagery

All Christians do
is watch what you the world did
We preach preaching about sin,
Like we are casting gossip bids about political advocates
in a country every Christian already knows is steeped deep in sin

In a darkness just like this
When the morning doesn't seem close
And the sun won't come up
And they don't believe you
cause even you sometimes don't get it right
Yeah, I believe still that Christ will show
Thank God their hope is dependent on me and you
How we grow

The Whisperer

My strange, but familiar Whisperer
I'm dust
But you have whispered
whispered life into my soul

And when I went down in my death bed
And the water was sourging
Did you come with a surge of power
And reveal the crop for the harvest
When I came out of the water that 13th hour
And I could breathe the life you put
a whisper in my soul

You've come laying gifts for what you're building
Constructing Jesus on its earthly grain
Your word as pillars
Your grace, ready at the table
There's some pictures of us up on the mantel
There's a project in a room that we're going to finish together
You whispered life into my soul

I cut myself with sharp thistles and thorns
I was dying after being reborn
Forged with the fires of negativity
The foul breath urging the impetus for change
We fragile scatter the God whisper from our soul in our resistance
Birthing hunger pains

You put Images of Believers into my path
You gave Christ times 7 times 70
These people came when it wasn't asked
His image being an innocent child, a wise elder, an obedient peer
You never stopped forgiving and moving me
You whispered life into my soul

And when I've contemplated the realities
Is this even real
pouting in the doubting, and left shouting in the disputing in my disputes prowess
Someone put your word into my path
In suttle talks, as in talking down your stressed and oppressed child you brought me back
You whispered life into my soul

For the books are written and won't be broken
What was said by you will be forever told
Stretched to the corners
From Earth to Heaven
You called out
BIRTH, REBIRTH, RESURRECTION
I think the whispers taking its tole

"FOR THE LAST LINES POINT AT EVERYONE"

Christ, if there is hope,  it's you
For the whisper is there, and there, and there
Not for you to whisper, but to shine the light of the One
who is whispering, out there, and there, and there
If there's Christ, if there is hope, to the deaf and blind
The Whisperer has whispered go, my Bride, it's time

Hey listen
I also see you. I know what you once believed you seem to be missin.
I get it. I've been there.
Lay a hand over your chest, hand pressed
And ask again for the Whisperer to invest
This time tell Him to be more than just a guest with a real humble request
Then ask someone to examine you and say
"What He gives, I want that too."
Bless the Lord, how He moves

Tell THE GIRL THAT

And the voices keep telling me
Go back to your houses
Sit down in silence
but I won't
I won't do it

They keep telling me
Timid is the boy walks silently
And when is the last time you spoke up
But I trudge on
I'm a one man band
Bursting forth
WITH GREAT ADMONITION
Get behind me

The heart beckoning
For we shall trudge home
to where the heart is
WILD
It is heard
with triumph
Heard louder
than the sound of
Times square
For many feet have crossed miles
Staring at signs
telling you to buy into labels

But none have made it into
this court of intimacy
Where there is nothing of a label
No image but a person
No more material
Just spiritual

There is no more timid
I'm not frugal with what I'm buying here
This human heart
I'm coming to this conclusion of WOMAN
Beckoning with all of my might

At the doors a great war in my heart
I'm churning inside, and I wanna confide
and at not hide
But only so you would come into my life too
Is this not an invitation

RSVP
Come you, only, and see me
Together we will be
HEART
HOME
WHERE it is

Finally free
Slaves to each other
Free of ourselves
Submission to one another

Place my heart on the shelf of our interest
and we will call these portraits home
For this is where the heart is

Snapshot
Caption titled
His AND Hers
They both own the rights
Two keys intertwined
To form something beautiful
One door
made of two
yearning people

And out of the blue
If I just asked you
just asked you
not with fine words
or catch phrases
Or a packet of that
packet of sugar, to be my sugar
your name tag

Or that packet of taco bell
hot sauce
that asks my question so I don't have to
I haven't lost my voice
So let me tell what I want to
Cause for you
These won't do
I'm not timid
So don't put me in this crowd too

Wrong shelf
I'm not going to placed on your suspicion
Rather I'll move here
May people see me
when they see that warmth in your face
I'm poppin my questions girl
I'm projection a message beautiful

GONNA DO IT
At least do it
Leaving a trace
on your souls canvas
Let someone pick up that brush and try to touch
Nah, that mark is getting bigger and bigger
I'm gone
Let's pray the nex girl sees it quicker
("At least that's what my mom tells me")
NEXT GIRL, NEXT POEM