to be real

This piece (I want to call it some sort of poem but it does not fit the category) is somewhat inspired by “The Words.“

his anger was somewhere else
though it seemed to project itself in his lashings at objects
whatever it was that was within his reach

but what he wanted to reach was not in the present interior
it was somewhere

the past

in which he could not tweak
he could not change
he could not touch
nor feel with his hands

and all he wanted
all he longed for
was not to run
but for him to be real
“i’m sorry.”

Relational

If I only see the point of being relational in the juncture

of being influential

of being the change

of working out the negatives into positives

then I’ve lost the meaning of what it means

to be relational.

Because then,

relational becomes just another program

something we allow our mouths to say

and think it believes in

but really

really far from that

just words

and syllables

that evades what relational really means

which is just to be

and be

and be

and be

there for the sake

and very life of another.

If there is any truth

to just be there for another

it is then

to rediscover

what it means to be

relational.

Slow Fade

Hope

Can be a slow fade.

Of return

Of permanence

The appearance

And touch

Will soon

Slowly

And

Surely

Fade.

wondering perfection

It has been awhile but I penned this last Friday. With a few adjustments of course.

 

the beauty of perfection, if there ever was and is such a thing,
introspectively,
feels like death,
prolonged.

but looks and is shaped like, pure gold,
externally.

the inner will lead, the process of tilling,
of refining,
redefining,
deconstructing,
reconstructing,
the outer,
into wonder.

Rest

Rest,
Turn out the lights,
Reboot,
Eradicate the noise,
And rest.

The silence,
Introspection,
Cognitive reflexes,
Eradicate the clutter,
And rest.

The melodic streams,
Words to meaning,
To feel,
Wait, and so shall the soul,
Await the Spirit to heal.

Fulfilled

Longing of a fulfilled life

And our search is through opening ourselves up to voices

The world, the devil, our own

And discover

Emptiness plummets

Futile, vain, unfulfilling

Another offer

In Christ

seeks to draw us a new vision

He is ruler

Choice

Dethroning of previous held views, Perspectives, Thoughts, Whatever

of a fulfilled life.

Repentance

Turn away

turn towards

Jesus saviour

Lord.

if you (would) want to know

Color y profundidad (Photo credit: Mad-King)

how will you know the content of my longings
the condition of the interior
the true color of my feelings
if the only thing you hear
and want to
or choose to
are the exterior layer
of words
of sentences
and make meaning
of what is only
spoken on the surface.

 

to calm the heart of a storm
is not through means of only
mending the seen
but to listena

 

t how
what seems apparent
affects the subjectivity
of ones own personality.