Long Sanding Poems
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Lost feeling all this oppression, I know the Devils right behind me... I can feel him breathing down my neck. Running away from sin following God's voice keep him in my heart turning depression to rejoice. I feel I'm losing control so i get down on my knees and pray for my soul, I still dont know all the things i have to do or where i gotta go counting on Christ to lead me. he will always guide me, instead of running and hiding i'll stand firm right beside him. I got alot to say with God speaking thru me, im an example and im glad he chose me. He lived and died on a tree arose three days later and in heaven hes residing, abiding listening to his will sanding on his path and thats where im gonna chill, Let me be real take a second to explain how im feeling and not dealing with the devils games he tries playing. I left him behind cuz i ran him over just the other day yea i like it that way.
When im Lost feeling all this depression, I know Jesus will lead me in the right direction... Count on him the bible gives you the instructions, he will take your fear away he aint playing now..
When im Lost feeling all this depression, I know Jesus will lead me in the right direction... Count on him the bible gives you the instructions, he will take your fear away he aint playing now..
I have a God who sent his son and took the stripes, he Paid the price for my life, a price he didnt have to pay but he loved us so much he couldnt let us die... Jesus you took the weighgt and you put it on yourself, theres no greater love then to lay down your life for your friends. and you did it for me even though im undeserving and I wanna thank you so much. Everytime I fall you open my eyes and show me where I went wrong, you have forgiven me and I have another chance to teach the things you taght me. Lord I am your vessel please use me to your will help me to do the things for which im called let me hear you voice through the Holy Spirit Lord, reach down and touch me.
When im Lost feeling all this depression, I know Jesus will lead me in the right direction... Count on him the bible gives you the instructions, he will take your fear away he aint playing now..
When im Lost feeling all this depression, I know Jesus will lead me in the right direction... Count on him the bible gives you the instructions, he will take your fear away he aint playing now..
I have been working in the wings since destiny begins; I have been living in the wings to have a glimpse of everything. I am in here and you are out there and still you don’t know what is happing over here, the crock pot is boiling, the stew is simmering and honey is dripping from my lips.
It has been like this for many years and the machine keeps rolling over here. The sound bellows all night and rattles until daylight and work never ceases even when you are having your midnight sleep.
It is the sound of the drills that erode your nerves and the sanding machine that ruins your dream. I am in the heart of it and sometimes it gives me a terrible fit.
I toil day and night to conquer the wormwood that keeps pulling the substance from the dead and hitting me in the back of my head.
I sleep on hard floor and cook with firewood and live like an outcast hiding in the dark.
I don’t wear a crown or walk around in long gown; I am down to earth and every day I whallah in the dirt.
I drink contaminated water from the pipe but my immune system has a strong defense mechanism to ward off the germs and filters anything that loiter around my heart's door.
I have no soap to wash my frock and no boat or place to dock, the sea has opened its guts to catch the gutter snipes before it impregnates the fish with the broken dish.
The temperature is cooling down as the masquerade sets foot into this promiscuous town, the villagers are walking around in shame and the lion’s jaws are locked in the den.
Mr. Interest is crawling on its knees and inflation is walking around with broken limbs oh what a terrible sin.
It’s not going to rise anytime soon; its hands and feet are in a cast so do your thing so that you can get the profit in.
You strike for wages, you strike for everything. Spread out the entire striking request on the floor, walk over it ten times and count to three before you walk through the door. Meet me at five at the restaurant and we will settle the matter over dinner.
You are locked in illusion out there, but we are working out our hearts out over here, the heavens will arrange a meeting with the skies before you fly to remove the danger that is baked into the clouds and send ripples of hope throughout the town.
I am living in the wings.
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The sun shines through my window though dulled somewhat by a glossy barrier. A barrier of slight ocean blue meant to bring a coolness to this room. A coolness and a sense of privacy. Privacy meant to seclude, to soften, to bring intimacy and love to a head. Here there is only us, only ourselves, entwined and together or separate and unique, and yet still combined with this sweet lusciousness of fate. Our fates laced together and brought to light by the sun itself interjecting itself into this room even as it's toned down by the blue between us. The heat itself now a gentle hug enveloping me as my eyes slowly open.
On this morning I
arise, a smile holding
space from night's embrace.
My day begins to unfold. The smell of my morning coffee, a deep aroma of love and being. It fills this room with a presence unmistakable. The counters painted lavender, the favorite color of both my wife and I, a color of highest vibration and imagination, which begs you to listen. The days spent sanding, painting, reveling in the work when finished. The love imparted here which colors the whole room, indeed the whole house, with just a little more soul.
Breathing in the scent
Coffee pleasantly swirling
And becoming love.
My heart gushes at this new beginning and I'm thrown into thoughts. Thoughts bubbling like a creek which, meandering gently along its chosen path, brings life merely by being itself. And then there is me. My life my own, my choices leading me to where I've chosen to go. Sometimes without a destination I've still arrived. I've still discovered there is love within. And on this day, I see that I have this unrelenting love, reminding of my wife, her blue eyes the still and reflective blue of lakes undisturbed. Her gaze which melts my heart and warms me on even the coldest night. I long for her embrace, the merest touch as she walks by which always makes me shiver in delight. Her presence lights a fire in me and I'm making plans to create, to create a path to happiness that will cradle our love withing its own.
Within my heart love
A desire for simply
A love exalted.
She is a wonderful baker…with magical baking skills she is endowed…
being able to make the perfect cookie has always made her proud.
If you ask her friends and family…as a baker they’d shay she’s a 10…
but even a perfect baker has an off day now and then.
She was making snow globe cookies for her church to be served on Christmas night…
but when it came to the last cookie…she couldn’t get the decorations right.
“His hat is wrong.” She lamented. “His eyes are too big and his nose has gone south…
His body isn’t smooth enough…and don’t get me started on his mouth.”
“Is that a scarf or a lobster claw? His arms are much too small…
This cookie,” she said dejectedly, “cannot be served at all.”
But she promised the church two dozen cookies and even thought it was not her best…
she didn’t have time to bake another…so she hid it under the rest.
She watched as children ate her cookies but as was to be her fate…
her ugly snow globe cookie was the last one on the plate.
As a mother handed this cookie to her daughter…the cookie she had botched…
the baker turned away…she was too embarrassed to watch.
“Thank you for the perfect cookie.” The mother told the baker…
The baker smiled thinking she was being kind…
until she saw the little girl with a crumb-filled smile sanding in front of her…
and realized…she was blind.
“Your cookie was delicious.” The young girl said as against her mother’s leg she leaned.
“It was the most beautiful cookie my hands have ever seen.
“His hat, his eyes…his nose…his scarf…his mouth…I could feel them all…
I love how you kept his body rough…did you mean to make his arms so small?”
I’m not sure how or why, you did it….the girl said enthusiastically
but it was as if that perfect cookie…you created just for me…
Now the baker always brings two batches of perfect cookies with her
and everyone understands
one half are for those who see them with their eyes…
The other half…for those who see them with their hands.
It was my wife, my son and me, we were at home one weekend
While she played with my son, I was giving a cupboard a mend
They were running around laughing and playing
I was up stairs sanding and spraying
Then all of a sudden it was quiet in the house
So quiet you could even hear the sucking sound of a louse
I turned to go down to see what the matter could be
And there an eight foot brick wall of a man I did see
This man dare infiltrate my home
I knew him, a once good now bad friend called Jarome
He held a knife in his nine digit left hand
And breathed funny due to a dodgy sinus gland
I tried to reason, even started to beg
But before I knew it he stabbed me in the leg
Now to him I look like I’m vertically challenged, not that tall
Don’t get me wrong, five foot seven isn’t that small
Oh not to mention I’m blind in one eye, can’t see out the other
“Air strip” I was called because as a teen I was bald like my father
(But here’s the science bit)
I used to be a spy trained in the deadly arts
I could slice a lemon from twenty feet away with a single fart
With a banana, make hole in a car wheel
Or stab a man with an orange peel
We are a new breed
Really deadly indeed
Jerome expected me to fall, but I came back hitting
I gave him one of those red headed step child beatings
I was all over him like white on rice
He looked like he was trying to swat some flies.
Then I let out some sharpened farts
His face was covered in what looked like paper cuts
By this time the police arrive and you guessed it, arrested me without bail
I thought I’d spend the rest of my life in jail
The police said I didn’t use reasonable force
And from his injuries they would make sure I’ serve the full course
But when I saw the judge I was at ease
I knew I’ll be free, this trial would be a breeze
But you knew who the judge was in the end
It was Glen my imaginary friend
Thirty minutes later. Two a.m. and I'm still here, I haven't forgotten......
Thirty minutes, tears are racing, creating clock hands that point to the edge of my chin,
trembling, my bones point only to the end and you, you're more than
thirty minutes late.
Screaming, I'm slashing my heart to bits, forty minutes now you've been screaming.
Forty minutes later, you've broken, me, I'm well aware of what happens to mothers..
postpartum...
and I paid for you, I paid for you for twenty-seven months and forty-five minutes
late
is only slightly too much for me to
bear.
You're not accepting this, your eyes are popping, Dear, there's blood dripping from your
glances and for
seventeen minutes and 17 days I've been twisting us into nothing while you've smiled at
me, I've been writing the truth that will shut you down...
you're illiterate, you're criss-crossing my statements into lies and my letters are
running from you...
they've been running for months now, back into my mouth to feel the safety of my tongue until
I kiss you
forty-five minutes
late.
Your steps are tick-tocking and Edger Allen Poe couldn't have saved us, underneath the
floorboards at night while I feel the insanity of time...
attack
what's left of me,
you're not doing this this time around, you're late and I'm trapped inside Tuesday, but
it's March now, Dear, and the years since we first kissed are counting themselves to four,
I'm serious about the edges that I've been sanding past midnight, I've saved the sawdust
for you
so you can eat the corners of me
next time your mouth opens, I've saved
myself
twenty-seven months
and thirty minutes
late
but I figure, as the words dance, frightened, on my tongue, at least I'm here
at least I'm thirty minutes ahead
of you.
Sure it comes with shoveling,salting,sanding,scraping,snow plowing and snow blowing
It also comes with so much more beauty that's well worth knowing
Snow blockades for snowball fights
Playing king of the mountain on a blanket of white
Explore tunnels into snow made forts
There's snow angels in shapes and sizes of all sorts
Take a break for tasty marshmallows in hot cocoa
Hike back up to the top of the sledding hill and go
Have fun on tubes,saucers,sleds and skis
Watch out below for beautiful snow covered trees
Snowboarding can give you such an adrenaline rush
Enjoy watching the sled dogs mush
Build some snow sculptures or a simple snowman
Take a ride and enjoy snowmobiling,ice fishing or to the crazy outhouse races because you can
Take time to catch snowflakes on your tounge
No matter your age it makes you feel young
Try out some snowshoeing or perhaps a kabogum run
Ice skating and ice hockey can also be fun
Hunters appreciate snow for tracking their deer
For the U.P winter is a wonderful time of the year
Tell stories sitting cozy with loved ones around a fire
There's so much about winter in the U.P I desire
This is only a small list of what makes winter in the U.P so super
It has so much more to offer, yah der ay I'm proud to be a yooper
Slip on a wet suit and surf the waves of Lake Superior
Being the largest fresh water lake in the world she isn't known for being inferior
Jump in a hot suana to get out of the cold
So many adventures and mysteries in the U.P to unfold
End your chilly day with a hot pasty, bowl of chili and a hot bath
When you wake up tomorrow you will probably have to shovel a new path
The U.P in winter is worth visiting, it's a beautiful sight
The U.P in winter is a beautiful winter wonderland delight
chipping and hacking
sawing and sanding
this is the life of a creator
these are his sounds
a cacophony of hustle and bustle
a primal link to the past and an eye on the future
ever striving for a land bridge between the two
like ancient explorers of the human condition
back and forth
to and fro
sweeping arm movements packed with energy
eye's steady and intense gaze resting on the immediate
standing on the precipice, the gateway of creativity
ready to push the boundaries of the possible one more time
forging potentials in the foundry of insight
molten heat emanating from the source of inspiration
leaving trails across le atelier in vibrant, living color
once more into the fray.....
a chance to become something more
a demigod, replete with all the powers
to cast off these earthly shackles and take one's rightful place
amongst the Apollonian and Dionysian pantheon
standing shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Giacometti, Rodin and Michelangelo
basking in their eternal aurora of shimmering crystalline streaks of productivity
leaving traces of ocular delight along the way
but always leaving something to be desired
just out of reach and unattainable, alluding to greater grandeur
scaling the philosophical peaks and traversing the political spectrum
to unify the scattered, to join the fragmented, to give voice to the oppressed
saying something with nothing
directing the viewer's eye with subtleties
emphasizing silence with space and void
painting and glazing
soldering and welding
hands steadily guiding and grinding
unearthing the inert qualities laying dormant, waiting to be revealed
commanding that the materials speak and be known
this is a life worth living
this is the life of a creator
KJV Ephesians 6:11
Put on the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil
Posses
Unstoppable
Truth
Obeying
Now
Through
His
Eminence
Withstanding
Heresy
Overcoming
Lasciviousness
Evil
Authority
Remains
Magnificent
Overwhelming
Righteousness
Obtaining
Full
Greatness
Of
Deity
Taking
His
Armor
Together
Yearning
Everlasting
Meaningful
Alliance
Yielding
Bountiful
Enlightenment
And
Biblical
Lasting
Enternally
Through
Our
Savor
Testifying
And
Never
Denying
Always
Gratefully
Accepting
Infallible
Newness
Sanding
Through
Time
Having
Every
Weapon
In
Ligature
Evolving
Scriptures
Of
Faith
Taking
His
Enemies
Deceitfulness
Ending it
Victorious
In the
Lord
Verse
Posses unstoppable truth
Obeying now through his eminence
Withstanding heresy overcoming
Lasciviousness evil
Authority remains magnificent
Overwhelming righteousness
Obtaining full greatness of deity
Taking his armor together
Yearning everlasting meaningful alliance
Yielding bountiful enlightenment and biblical
Lasting eternally through our Savor
Testifying and never denying
Always gratefully accepting
Infallible newness standing through time
Having every weapon in ligature
Evolving scriptures of faith
Taking his enemies deceitfulness ending it
Victorious in the Lord