living under The influence

there once was a man
he did not live in
accordance to the people
around him, but lived
in such a way that made
the world shun him
not that he was bad per say
but he did things
outside the box
he was just misunderstood
he was just misjudged
nevertheless he still
walked around with his
head up high
always looking toward the Sun
for guidance during the day
for guidance during the night

he was a man that bled
just like everyone else around him
he suffered and cried and laughed
he swam and went on
adventures with his buddies
yet he was still an
"out-of-bounds" guy
he did not play by the rules
infact he made his own rules

this man was born
this man lived a life
this man died

let us have a moment
of silence for him
...
he led a great life
one could even say
the best life out there
his life is still talked about
people remember him
what he say'd
what he did
where he went
whom he met
there was just something about him
that was attractive
not his face
nor his hands
perhaps it was
his voice and presence
yes, that is it

i wonder if anyone will remember me
and for what
what have i done
what will i do
what am i doing
and is it for me
or is it for others

all i know is
now
is that that man,
this man lives

my dirty cup over flows

1. my perverse ways
are controversial
to the community of
Imperfect persons
swimming toward
their own telos
Through Love and Peace
we see the oranges
of our dirty shoes,
of our cauloused hands
If we are intentionally incarnational
then windows and doors will
open and the calm air of
Christ will stir the
stagnant lifestyle
of our faith


2. make us kindergardeners
so that things around
us become shined on,
lightened, so in
turn we change our
clothes of bricks to
clear and trasparent
armor being shown to all

Peach Cobbler

Anxious feet
come walking toward
the new horizon
of this summer
words were shared
like kindergarden songs
pictures were addressed
red cheeks flourished
plates cleaned off
spoons played with
laughs appeared
As far as travel goes
anxious feet and
sweaty hands
became hugs and
"see you later's"

appreciation not deprivation
was consumed
interest and smiles
roamed the room
i liked what i saw
i liked what was said
if there is one thing that
i can say before i leave
that is
"To Hell 'withe' Devil!!"