Sunday, December 21, 2008

On Poetry

In a discussion earlier today, my girlfriend, in relating a previous conversation, mentioned how nobody reads poetry anymore. At the time, I was content to just say that though as an overall generalization this statement may be coming closer to a reality at the present is not true. There are still some out there who read, appreciate, and even try their hand a bit at poetry. But what a sad thought it is to think that poetry is a seemingly dieing art and good poetry really not even published. The closest thing we get to poetry in today's society is song lyrics and most of those can hardly be justified as poetry, much less good poetry. What happened to the Kiplings, the Byrons, the Shakespeares, the Poes of this world? It is a dreary day to think that our culture is degenerated to the point that people today would rather watch mindless television than read something worthwhile. I would dare to say that many people don't even realize the joy of good poetry, that it is even out there and if they heard it, I wonder if they would even recognize it as a form of written excellence and/or enjoy it. It is a dark day if poetry has left the hearts and tongues of man. The form of eloquent speech and well thought lines is great to behold. They say a picture is worth a thousand words but I am sure if those words were to be spoken than they would be in the form of poetry.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

futility

Over the past couple of weeks, I have been involved in or overheard countless conversations on the woes of the United States current status. Whether it be the newly elected President or the financial woes of our economy, people seem to be losing hope all around and it is at times like these you find out where people truly place their trust and hope. As Christians, our hopes are to be in God and nothing else, because the truth of the matter is we are all going to die and nothing we do in this life will last. If one of the wisest men to ever have lived said everything is futility, then why are we so affected by this world. We are called to be in the world and not of it, because our hopes don't lie in the things of this world (money, possessions, power, beauty, etc.). What we are doing in this life is for Christ and our lives should be ordered accordingly. God gave us a whole book to let us know how to properly order our lives (among other things). So, if your world is turned upside down by something that happens in this sin subjected world, then you need to step back and take a look at your life. Ask the question, whose in control? and if you come to the correct answer of God, then why are worrying about it?

Monday, December 1, 2008

on the absense of coherence

I try to think, I try to write but words come and go, flowing as sand washed from ocean shoreline.
My mind tries to focus,hold on to a thought; catching the wind would be easier than cornering a thought. All my thoughts are a wash, not one word coming coherently after another, just ideas flowing in and out, to and fro. Just as one seems to solidify on inspection it slips away only to be replaced by another. Maybe not so much replaced as tied to another, which leads to yet another. A never ending train of thought, like a timeline without structure. Not neat, not compartmentalized ready for easy access and available at the first instinct of need. No, rather always on the top of the tongue but never leaving the mouth, ready to be uttered if only your scope was just a little wider to encompase the whole of the thought or the amount of vocabulary needed to include that one word which is proper for the moment. But maybe that is it, is just a moment and not the correct moment, not the proper moment for you to utter your two cents into the public arena of spoken thought. But so it is and the moment is passed to be replaced by the next and opportunity will be given again for the grasping of thought to be changed into utterance which understanding of the communication relies on the coherence and structure of the thought being presented. The thought which would be made that much more clear provided the proper word or even better, wording.

Friday, November 14, 2008

an old draft revisited (very random)

On top of the world is where my baby lays. That place somewhere between waking and sleeping where dream and reality meet in the bliss of the never ending. Long days and longer nights have I been withheld to only the fading wonder of dreams. With torment I wait for the wonder that awaits. The perfection I see in God's perfect creation or maybe just perfect for me. Ever present in my thoughts, until fingertips can once again gain the appreciation of the touch for which I dream. So, dream I must; dreams keeping sanity present in the time crawl which is endured.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

braune Augenfrauen

Looking deep with big brown eyes,
You see into my soul.
Depths at which my heart lies,
I can't resist the pull.
A feeling that I can't disguise.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

SNOW!!!!!!!!! Are you kidding me? This is absolutely ridiculous.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

when the storm is brewing

So, what is a man to do in the face of hardship?
How must a man face his opponent?
Sun Tzu once said,
"If you know both yourself and your opponent, you are guaranteed victory.
If you know yourself but not your opponent, you have a chance at victory.
But if you know neither yourself or your opponent, you are guaranteed defeat."

A man cannot run. When defeat is not an option, he is forced to look ahead and foresee the outcome of each step. The goal is in sight, the players are known, and victory is (God willing) guaranteed.

I find comfort in such wisdom!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

to the greats who are leaving

To my brothers in Christ and brothers by fire, may God keep you and bless you in all that you do and may you live accordingly.

And what will be said of us ere we leave?
What legacy is left behind?
We lived as lions, carried ourselves as kings
See, nothing to us was declined.
Yet honorable we were and continue to be.
this is all that can be said,
"Hold your head high and travel well,
for our paths will cross again
and there will be a story to tell!"
-the wanderer A

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Currently occupying my jumbled brain

Well, it has been quite a while since my last post, in fact it has been a while since I have been up to date on any blogs at all. But with pipe in hand and a copious amount of smoke exuding from the bowl, I find it is a perfect time to remedy such areas in which I am remiss. Moscow's winter is still reluctant to give up the ghost in mid-April with freak snow drifts followed shortly after or accompanied with the bright shining sun. Normally, I might find this disturbing but other than it hindering the possibilities of me changing my skin tone, I am finding it a good compliment to sitting in my favorite coffee shop and trying to get work done. School is going fair, although I find my classes to be for the most part of little to zero use for anything and I am welcoming the fast approaching summer. God willing I will be able to find a construction job for the summer. There is something sublimely satisfying about construction work. The very evident proof of what your days labor has produced is a great sensation. Also, there is few times that a man's body rests so well as when it is so bone tired from a long day of building. The thought of being in the quiet of Moscow during the summer also holds much solace for my thoughts. Many cigars and bowls will be smoked to thought, study, and reading hopefully all of which will end with my overall betterment (although maybe not of my lungs). As for any more long term business plans or relationship possibilities, nothing has of yet shown itself but I keep a wary eye on the horizon. I find myself strumming the old six string with more regularity and even trying to dabble my hand in the land of lyrics now and again. With my trusty accomplice Danny, it might even produce a few songs with some decent leads. Of late, I also find myself in the lands of theology and escatology because there is no time like the present to try to figure out mine. This does provide the very real benefit of me investing a greater portion of my time in God's word, though it has also proved the saying that, "The more you know, the more you realize you don't know".
Well, that should catch up anyone interested and since it has been far too long since I have tried my hand at poetry, here goes nothing.

Black fingers show a true proof
of hours spent with mind aloof.
Hours spent in tumultuous thought
of things unknown and memories caught.
In the end on inspection of lungs
I hope this is what is sung.
Here was a man among men.
Here is a man who loved.
Here is a man not one in ten
but in a million accrued,
none could replace this one!