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Make Mashing Make Music Make Moves and Make Love

Lord preserve this love
uphold the righteous and rise
the time is now
do not sit stagnant with humility
but take your power and might
the sword of your right hand is near
make mashing and measurable change!
i wait patiently meek and immobile on a monday morning
physically put in place to make the next wage
no building can hold me my Spirit will rise
action through inaction in mental and molecular planes
synthesis as neurons find new ways
stillness of nucleus motion of satellites
orbiting of beings as discontinuous dots
not even nonlinear descriptions can approach the deepest thoughts
a musical wave crests above ground
as roots are watered with pleasantly low pulses
low and lowly audible and kinetic
colors blended on a palette the brush awaits instruction
caught in the moment between potential and performed
the artistic mantra streams from the muse
a shock wave of creativity unharnessed but felt
rattles the chakras deeper than bone
awareness of inner light incomparably careless
blessed in the moment undeservingly so
this is pure mercy unrequested and unearned
given the opportunity to relish the joy of service
I serve you and this is a job well done
the task for which I was made

Winter Wishings Prayers and Poems

-1-
At home, alone in peace with the Lord and his word.
all things considered all things observed, happiness is in me,
amongst the urges under pure observance, sense in
feeling the inside of the head is like being a submarine of awareness,
venturing on what I call me
center is in me, center right through me,
center is default without mind and distraction
yet it’s so hard to get to,
being in me, my mind is so quick to lead me away
focus on extremities holding and grabbing
putting things in me and letting things out
such a curious business we all go about
a walking tube with a fire
I better burn for a purpose
to heat my Lord when he’s cold,
to help others see this tube is not “me”
Lord I know you may arrive in wrath
in a storm, in a fearful image, or what you will
help me to wait patiently for your arrival
and call upon you continuously when I am in need
or when I have been filled with joy and rejoicing because of your mercy
help me to be more grateful of your continuous mercy and love,
more aware of your infinite presence and care
I love you, have mercy and know, as I am still tonight,
my heart is for you and your will for the keeping. Selah

-2-
recording the mind on paper
as I observe the self through time
self does not belong to me or to anyone
when free of ego and set free
channels open and flows descend and combine
waterfalls gently caress ever so slightly
the rocks behind the moving wall
this wall was not built and will not crumble
but is always falling with a peaceful roar
the distant rumble a constant reminder
of gravity’s gift, gaia’s greatness,
the goblet of good
the cold mist can make me shudder
clench my shoulders and shiver
but what is life without sensation?
material cessation, a spiritual recreation
God knows

-3-
In the midst of battle swords clash and horses rear,
the end of this blood bath must be near
whether it’s a trumpet sound
that marks the end of just a quiet misty morning,
my heart will be rejoicing and ringing in the peace with a joyous song
my soul has long lacked the freedom and safety of this new era,
this place in time has been eternal
but for which I wasted so long in line,
waiting and praying, hoping helpless and in pain
Lord you came

-4-
confusion all around me
with so many lost on their way
still more sleep walking through each day
a prayer with every thought is my goal
keeping my mind steady turning without running off
and burning myself in hate, double taking every mistake
and feeling regret for moments lost
the full moon approaches with a constant spin
a still hand waves the tides in nightly fashion
the white knight mounted on the blackest stallion
the dogs bark and the circus animals circle their pens
where is the break in the fence?
is there an escape route or is the plane already in the air?
no stopping, no ejection seat, no parachute,
the only option is wings

-5-
Lord take me in your clutches, take me in your grasp
only you will outlast the moment and the past
your arms hold me so sweetly surrounded
at peace in your hand I unwind and surrender
things so naturally super they could be called super natural
the laws of nature prevail from beginning to end
Alpha and Omega when I exist in between
from wilderness to palace to field and the city
turning over river stones to find your spirit
in many tones, sounds and colors each uniquely discovered
in an originally scripted moment in my life
I seek purity, constancy and peace,
I seek for the last day coming into your eternal kingdom,
a prepared place,
a cleaned and blessed space for offerings of love, life and respect,
hard work, rest, and real life in God

-6-
God is good, God is great,
God is fair, why not give Him the time of day?
Why not kneel and bow and sing a new song for the Lord
A constant reminder of what is Truth?
the question not the answer,
always seeking, deeper peering closer through the dark cloud of unknowing
I venture to enter the center the spinal shaker the blood rusher
the breath master overall peace reigns supreme
love conquers all shame guilt and insecurity
He is the mighty protector, the Father above all
in every sense of the word,
dispensing lessons needing learning,
He awaits,
hand outstretched yearning for our reacceptance,
the readmittance and reentry through His fourier covered in flowers
the home is a beautiful place to BE ME

-7-
I forgot about the good book today
I forgot about my Father’s law today
I let my slings and arrows loose
without a thought to the cost my Father pays
that’s why I have to lay down my sword and shield
set my eyes on the brighter side of this river
a ways to go and a width to forge
out of food and thirsty for an ear to hear
will the next uninterupting set of eyes and ears
be my target for release
a spring loaded munition of pent up fear anger and loss
with my sanity tossed by the wayside
will I remember the way home once this play is done?

-8-
seeking serenity in a supine seat
I am set to slumber
this pen and pas call to me before conscience lets me retire
how may I serve you today is what I say to my Lord
I feel a familiar response rising from the resonant root
continue on in love always searching out the real truth
seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness
and all these things shall be added unto you Hallelujah!
knock and the door shall be opened unto you, seek and ye shall find,
ask and it shall be given unto you Hallelujah!
The angelic choir rings the Heavens with the song,
smoother than any breeze or trickling river,
softer than a cloud the voices are those of God’s most humble givers,
white feathered wings at work, day in, day out,
the Lord shines His light

-9-
bruised and broken I stumble on
the days are getting shorter and I must start traveling by night,
moonlight is my guide and the stars my compass
hunger and cold shivers infectious fiends
holding my consciousness between heart and head
the spark of life shines on in the small nightly lamp
fed by breath and prayer plus what little food is met along the path
no time to look behind,no place is safe to nap
shelter was long forgotten and my shoes are wearing thin
fingers white and rigid my sense of touch diminished
running from my sin im running a race I cannot win
Lord help me turn and face my fear and finish off the demons,
take it all I surrender,
Let only love remain
it’s not for me, it’s for you,
again and again Amen
praise your name the sound I do not know

-10-
The sun it rose and it set again too
I rose with Him and now I retire with hopes of a day anew
All that i’ve done and what I continue to do
let it be a prayer for you
a service to your temple
and an offering to your greatness and perseverance
you exist in infinity in zero and in fullness
you are the Alpha and the Omega,
the beginning and the end,
the Lord and Father of all,
I bow to your very being I humble myself before you
I kiss your footsteps and your reigning light
you are the showering of blessings and you bring heralds of angels
life, beauty, flowers and joy
you are the flapping wings of a butterfly
and you are the life in and out of the cocoon
you live in the sun and in the moon
and protect those who wish not to be blinded by either
you bring awe to the hearts of the sincere servants
and you breathe life into every newborn babe
regardless of circumstance
you have your chance for glory every second
but you remain the ultimate servant of all creation
while outshining everything you overstand and function in
you are present you represent and reconceal
waiting for the perfection of time
though you are time and free from the clutches of time
you are eternal, you are fire, you are bliss
you are this pen, these words and this pounding heart
your spirit soars in these words this intent and this soul I call my own
you are the purveyor, the owner, and the ruler! Selah

-11-
Lord I try to do my part and let you do your part
which is truly the all of it
I stress and arrange in order to set the situation to remain in your praise
my personal happiness leads to gratitude which increases the love around me
there is a reciprocity cycle of love and gratitude
appreciation for life becoming the point and purpose of life
the meaning and the goal
happy to be alive my breath swings so smoothly
from emptiness to full
the linguistic sounds of rushing air create the new guidance

Keep On Shining

when the world has lost its color and things have all gone black
you find me, you find me
when im layed down flat with nowhere left to go
you find me, you find me
when I get home and the door is left wide open
you find me, you hold me
when i cry out the pains of the day and brush off the ash of yesterday
you show me, you know me
when i feel alone with no one to follow, empty and hollow
you fill me, you guide me
when my desires are known, when all i need is love,
you are there, I love you so!

I have walked a long desolate road,
and you found me, you loved me
I pray that you stay near to me
and comfort all with need for you
walking, gratefully I continue on
blowing kisses at the clouds

shine on me! open my heart and pour out its contents
we’re in this together so let me do my part
unconditional love was rare,
now unconditional love is in the air

Falling Rain Fall

braced for the day when lonely months become years,
when every distant love song fades to tears,
the rainwater tears at the pavement
and seems to have lost its once innocent scent of spring
black oil and rejected chewing gum taint the drops of purity
broken bottles sink on flooded streets
and dark clouds keep the city just beyond
the reach of angel’s arms

 

I Want to Hold Your Hand

Every indescribable eon,
this brain wants something to pee on,
not in an animalistic sense,
but in a markedly masculine way
one upping my neighbor and finding reasons why im better
in the end, for every action and thought I will pay
relive the pain as the harm is undone
I cannot live in Zion with arrows and spears in my side
It’s now or never to rearrange my mind
A solemn swear to speak God’s truth and put it to action too
uplifting the love leak called lust
heavenly justice jeopardizes jealousy’s stronghold
greed is then negated by the gift of grace
hate also hard to hard
but all these things forgiven
in tune with sincerity’s serenity
Lord let me not fall to sin again
I take your hand, Amen

Meh

so fed up with it all, I curl up into a ball
not caring where my arms or legs land,
I bow my head into spinal spiral
my heart told me it was time to close up shop for the day
still finding limits to my love
im timid and scared frigid
the spider web bound me in inter-relational rope
exhausted by my hopeless struggle to escape
the net so rationally strung
my mind will overcome but my soul just longs for home
in need of an angel’s gentle whisper
or a dove’s melody softly sung
my soul too in need of rest to continue bright and bold
knees hug tighter to my chest
tears wont come
though my body cries
weeps and shakes
deeply vibrates wanting out
enough of mind picking
projection points of love
unconditional is the last thing
I want to hear not to mention
living this way, fear of feeling
fought down each and every day

All Along the Queen’s Tower

like a thief in the night, sweet sorrow is suddenly revealed
as clear as day, Hallelujah as they say
a burden I didn’t ask for nor can I pass on it
revelation of my blessing’s curse or is it my curse’s blessing
whichever way it is i see it every which way
ultimately this is just my simple mind’s conjecture of the bigger picture
so I’ve learned to think positive and it makes life much sitcher

I wake up in the morning with a head full of worries
my dream was quickly miscounted
and replaced with thoughts of the day,
the things I have to do and bills I have to pay,
my dream was my clearest way to hear
the response to the question i prayed
How can I serve you? and where shall I go?
How can I find you, love you, and see you?
light of my life and princess of peace,
your spirit is with me, but my ears they are broken
you are the only one with power to heal them
Holy love, wholly love, please let me float on your song again,
the strength of this longing is indescribable here,
the closest thing I’ve seen is an avalanche or tsunami
Oh my Lord, Oh my dear,
allow me to tear down this wall in my heart,
the brick setter is about to retire (if I don’t fire him first)
and I have nothing left to fear