Tag: earth

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken October 15th when God sent the Phoenix, the symbol of rebirth. This photograph is another example of God’s energy. He manipulates the green Orb to reveal His footprint!

 Dried-up Noise
  
 the voices tingled in my head
 repeated phrases it said
 words in condemn
 words in criticize
 words in broken malice
 –bringing my heart to dread
  
 I listened for a time
 put it in rhyme–
 to draw lines
 –casting it all aside
 then pulling it back inside
  
 all those words–
 written and said
 words people used as lead
 drowning me in their dead
 –pounding me over the head
  
 for those words...out...I bled
  
 laying on my bed
 not kneeling beside
 laying...in stillness
 staring out...in semi-light
 –this blank picture
 in...did reside
 wondering about all these lies
 asking:
  
 'what's the point...why
 what's the hard...in kind
 –where folks don't even try'
  
 crying my eyes–
 'til they were red
 all that noise...all of it–
 poundings of syllables
 over each...my heart–
 continued in bled
 –over lost thoughts
 I became wed
 pondering the breaded words fed
 covering me with their heated lead
  
 then it began to happen

 unknown masked covers–
 I began to shed
 piece by piece
 stripping them off of me
 laying them out on the table–
 carefully examining them–
 debating if I wanted to keep 
 this one or that one
 yelling at some
 praising others
 –laughing over the fun of some
 agreeing with those
that led to hard lessons
 ridiculing those
that made me feel
silly and dumb
  
 across the table–
 all of them I spread
 some: kept me above water
 in tread
 others: mended brokenness
 with the tinniest of threads
  
 some: out of me...came the best
 others: made me sit back in rest
 while still others:
 seemed only to be a contest
 lost in a conquest
 of an enjoyable fest
 –those brought out the sexiness
 ending in me being less
  
 through all of them–
 came an abundance of noise
 shaking up my poise
 trying to sink in...my voice
  
 so I had this choice:
 picking through each–
 as they laid there
 on this simple table–
 used to wine and dine
  
 no, not I...it wasn't the time
  
 as I looked at each–
 I slowly awakened from blind
 moving from this carefree feline
 to something more magnificent
 –not a lioness falling in line
 but more of the spectrum
 of a roaring lion
 –taking that dried-up byline
 'I am fine'
 to something closer to divine
  
 each little façade
 that set up a moment's drive–
 I began to divide
 'til the table was full of times
 overflowing...actually
 –moments of self
 I didn't recognize
  
 a little...I cried
 I over-indulged at times
 in what I ate
 adding a bit of weight
 –trying hard to saturate
 what drove each mask to sedate
 –what invited in the noise
  
 but that was it–
 I wondered in surprise
 there was no drinking it away
 there was no sexting in obliviate–
 that led to sex in fake
 there was no desiring need
 to get high
 or even serious moments
 of wanting to die
  
 I sat...laid...stood–
 all in unchartered wonder
 asking myself: why
 –I pondered this mystify
  
 from the bedroom to the bathroom
 from the living room to the kitchen
 even the spaces in between
  
 reading social media on the bed
 binging out on the sofa
 sitting at the table–
 smoking cloves, drinking sodas
 fixing coffee in the kitchen
  
 staring at empty space
 staring at all I possess
 singing along to my favorite tunes
 talking it out with myself
 talking it out...to the air
 talking it out with God†
  
 asking over and over:
  
 'what had changed'
  
 wondering, searching
 as I starred down at the table
 then the questions stopped!
 each piece...I began to shred
  
 as each piece met its death–
 its destructive words...fled
 like a menacing rodent–
 they just up and left
  
 something began to happen:
 the table's clutter
 began to become less
 each mask staring back at me
 each tiny piece of each whole
 saddened its face–
 and just up and left
  
 the weight....
 that laid heavy on me
 in rest
 became less and less
  
 'what is happening'
  
 I kept asking–
 without trying to answer
 in guess
 words just didn't come
 instead...something unknown:
 in self...less and less
 I wasn't anymore feeling–
 like a guest
  
 the words that once
 tingled my head
 the words that I pondered
 –brought me to dead
 just left
 without...anymore...contest
 over which ones–
 I dreaded...would be next
  
 not anymore
 came a need to call
 came a need to text
 came a need...up...sex
 came a need...words in fed
 –sit around and dread
  
 empty...the table–
 bare and neat
 all that laid on it
 –without fighting
 I let go: shred
  
 I looked in my bathroom mirror
 –there she was
 the one...behind...I'd left
  
 on my face...added lines
 in my hair...a silver shine
 oh my! all that time
 –my she was always
 waiting inside
  
 I stood there...listening
 nothing
 just memories of dried-up voices
 –all that...with me...toiled
 finally became soil
 beneath my feet!
  
 out of blind....
 there's nothing in front of me
 but time
 unknown, undiscovered
 but...still...time
 –a newness in divine
 that I didn't know was mine! 

(January 1, 2020)―I was led to Ezekiel this morning. The Parable of the Cooking Pot caught my eye. (I will explain it below.) I read it, then asked, ‘What to write, my Lord?’, but I was empty for a while. ‘The heart’…were words that kept coming through. I sat there for a while…still empty,  then ‘Dried-up Noise’ bled on the page.  It’s truth. Yes, the continuing story of my own life being used as a symbol of life in a way. And…God: After writing this and typing in the parable, I was led to read more, then type in the rest of the Scripture under the two titles: ‘Siege of Jerusalem’ and ‘Siege Announced to Ezekiel’. It gets even more interesting: I’m directed to read the explanations by my Bible’s commentarians. I’ve read all of them once back in 2007, and since then, I’m not compelled to read them over often or include them in my commentaries. Today, was different. For good reason. God is answering me in a very big way!