tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88616081928696860462024-02-20T00:41:34.294-08:00He Loves MePoems and songs about how God loves me with other love poems and songs along the way.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-59254628232454415602011-10-04T14:07:00.000-07:002011-10-31T20:48:43.336-07:00*NEW POETRY BLOG*I started this blog to share my writings with the world. I have compiled these poems in a book, and started a new blog at: The Recovery: <a href="http://therecovery222.blogspot.com/">http://therecovery222.blogspot.com</a><br />
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Read it and share your experiences.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-46817146137473951522011-09-23T11:47:00.000-07:002011-09-23T11:52:21.392-07:00ForgivenessYears of fatefulness<br />
To be torn by the ones you love<br />
Understanding we are often under the sway<br />
of the enemy of our souls<br />
we wound<br />
shall we not forgive the ones that wounded us?<br />
<br />
This God Jehovah<br />
commanded love<br />
to come and life forevermore<br />
and His justice complete<br />
requires we wash the feet of the ones<br />
that for years or weeks<br />
maligned us<br />
<br />
When you feel the nails penetrating your flesh<br />
at the moment when the pain is fresh<br />
while the spit is still on your cheek<br />
understand the way of the meek<br />
and forgive and bless them.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-4266032980745554722011-09-23T10:27:00.000-07:002011-09-23T10:27:50.310-07:00Pslam 27:5"For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock."<br />
<br />
I'm in the pit.<br />
They can't find me now.<br />
I'm in the darkest place,<br />
in the a gloom<br />
where they cannot pursue.<br />
<br />
Why do you cry your blood is enough<br />
to cover me?<br />
<br />
I am in the womb of preparation.<br />
Immersed in the waters of affliction.<br />
And you know I'm here.<br />
But, they can't find me.<br />
No one pursues me now.<br />
<br />
In this place, I must patiently wait<br />
to be lifted up.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-53789300139232729732011-09-23T10:01:00.000-07:002011-09-23T10:04:52.812-07:00Untitled<span class="zemanta-img separator" style="clear: right;"><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sexually_Abused_boy.jpg" style="clear: right; display: block; float: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Sexually Abused child." height="447" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/5a/Sexually_Abused_boy.jpg/300px-Sexually_Abused_boy.jpg" style="border: none; font-size: 0.8em;" width="300" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution" style="clear: both; float: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 300px;">Image via <a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sexually_Abused_boy.jpg">Wikipedia</a></span></span><i>Of the pain of being sexually abused.</i><br />
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See the one that was broken and crushed<br />
over and over--<br />
See the one that was burned beyond<br />
recognition--<br />
cast out like dust and scattered as<br />
ashes.<br />
<br />
See her in perfection<br />
made new as a jewel<br />
not left in her blood and shame<br />
restored.<br />
<br />
And they that looked upon her nakedness,<br />
those that saw her polluted in her own blood,<br />
and walked by on the other way,<br />
them she is restored to save.<br />
<br />
Blessed healing<br />
Only heaven can touch<br />
Windows to my soul<br />
my dread<br />
my red tidings cried out to Him<br />
now I am standing in the courts of the King<br />
I am the resurrection and the life.<br />
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Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-53122625535919158172011-08-23T11:42:00.000-07:002011-08-23T11:42:03.553-07:001 Peter 1:22<i>1 Peter 1:22 (ESV) Having purified your souls by your obedience to the truth for(BB) a sincere brotherly love,(BC) love one another earnestly from a pure heart,</i><br />
<br />
I did not know how to reach you, <br />
And I write because I love you,<br />
I write because there is an impossible <br />
expanse of time and space between us<br />
But, I love you, and I want to know you.<br />
<br />
You are my joy, my beloved.<br />
<br />
And, I know as you read my words, <br />
you will know me<br />
and in some small way, <br />
I can touch you<br />
and make you complete<br />
<br />
these strange little things<br />
these marks on the page<br />
are my message of Love.<br />
<br />
And His is the same,<br />
Brothers and sisters of this<br />
current age.<br />
<br />
And what if you had never seen the Father<br />
through my eyes<br />
And I'd been silent of His love,<br />
then your life had been untouched<br />
and your life not enough<br />
<br />
But, I have some sense that <br />
it is written<br />
that I wrote to you<br />
and... Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-9080944030425608172011-08-23T11:36:00.000-07:002011-08-23T11:36:24.045-07:00untitledSpeak, speak ye holy ones with understanding<br />
And sing ye holy ones with liberation<br />
push back the darkness<br />
reveal the Son<br />
<br />
And live, live ye holy ones in righteousness and love<br />
'Til Kingdom come<br />
in all His might<br />
the victory's wonLis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-62617035500432895422011-08-23T11:32:00.000-07:002011-08-23T11:33:46.292-07:00It Wanes<i>Concerning the tremor in NYC that occurred at the end of the 13th hour of the day.</i><br />
<br />
Will we cleave to what is passing away?<br />
The pleasures of this time, whatever we can imagine in our evil minds?<br />
Will we hold the buildings up, built on the the blood of innocents?<br />
Will we redefine our purpose by joining the same sex in marriages before <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" rel="wikipedia" title="God">God</a>?<br />
<br />
Holy...matrimony?<br />
<br />
And who profits as we buy the pills to prevent life from flourishing in our wombs?<br />
Who profits when we choose to work over raising children to love the one God?<br />
This journey is wearying and has a certain end in infinite death.<br />
Because He is boundless life.<br />
<br />
We have spat at Your face.<br />
Shaken angry fists at Your law.<br />
What will you do Father?<br />
What now will You remove?<br />
The islands will flee,<br />
The mountains will tremble,<br />
and crumble at the though Your impending judgement.<br />
<br />
And we smile, and dance with <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glee_%28TV_series%29" rel="wikipedia" title="Glee (TV series)">Glee</a>.<br />
Because we are free<br />
to choose humanity and lawlessness<br />
over Truth and righteousness.<br />
<br />
Your jealous love<br />
makes all things new<br />
I will embrace it<br />
as all else wanes. <br />
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<i><b>Revelation 16:20 And every island fled away, and no mountains were to be found.</b></i><br />
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And there was this void that I could not explain<br />
The absence!<br />
And I heard it in your voice when you spoke<br />
We could not agree on what is was<br />
<br />
When we don't speak, <br />
a part of us dies<br />
You have what I need<br />
I have what you need<br />
Expressions of perfect love<br />
<br />
And the canvass is your eyes<br />
On which I can see the perfect expression<br />
sparkles of joy in your eyes<br />
from knowing me apart from my appearance<br />
You've seen the Father<br />
<br />
Oh, but we've been apart for a while,<br />
and I've even been too busy to say a prayer<br />
for your welfare<br />
and I saw the weariness in your eyes when I saw you today.<br />
and I knew that we would be revived when enjoined under His banner of love<br />
<br />
Our bond<br />
Is one that looks like melted Skittles<br />
on your mother's prized holiday dishes<br />
simply beautiful <br />
unless you wanted homemade cookies<br />
<br />
I'll hug you for a while<br />
and do not fear<br />
breaking<br />
because I love you<br />
and we're okay now.<br />
Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-3000487467864526842011-08-15T07:02:00.000-07:002011-08-15T07:02:01.069-07:00The Clash<i>In response to the solemn assembly called this month in Texas by Rick Perry, Governor of Texas.</i><br />
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I saw freedom fighters without guns. <br />
The swords of their mouths destroying self.<br />
Faces deadpan.<br />
Warriors bearing the mark of Christ.<br />
They came first on their knees, pleading to the Judge to suspend all unrighteous deeds that vex the spirit and wound the soul.<br />
<br />
He stayed.<br />
They rent their hearts.<br />
He waits.<br />
They rend their souls.<br />
<br />
Oh God is all that is like You soon to be lost?!!<br />
A dark tempest rises.<br />
A storm of impenetrable darkness.<br />
He shines.<br />
<br />
They say we have freedom to determine how to live.<br />
Fatherless children...<br />
...look what they do.<br />
<br />
The Star-gazers left their Bibles at home.<br />
Carried in the Spirit to a war they could almost understand.<br />
<i>Give us eyes to see.</i><br />
They roared and praised the One, the only Son and Father.<br />
<br />
At last. At last He came like a flood of lit waters.<br />
And everywhere His glory was seen.<br />
In those like Him and those seeking.<br />
I saw the final sweep to victory came suddenly.<br />
<br />
Creation sighs -- eternity. <br />
Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-84856598241605411802011-08-07T18:51:00.000-07:002011-08-07T18:56:15.719-07:00Meditations Reading Job<object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGbZM_igvKo?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGbZM_igvKo?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br />
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<i>There was a woman whom I worked with for these past two weeks. She had a tattoo on her wrist from Rev. 19. I guess she remembers the beginning of the end everyday. Also, a response to "Song of Hiawatha."</i><br />
Somewhere in the heavens <br />
Sits One waiting to eclipse the darkness<br />
He that is swift as the waters<br />
He that set the earth in it's place<br />
<br />
With a face outshinning the sun<br />
The One of infinite wisdom<br />
with locks that also shine <br />
This man with beautiful locks and a voice<br />
calming like the waters<br />
Came down<br />
<br />
to see me stand<br />
The Lord came down<br />
and descended to the pit<br />
and raised up ignorant ones <br />
like me<br />
<br />
He teaches me, a life of service<br />
is a key to the Kingdom <br />
maybe I could wash his feet one day<br />
maybe the clouds will part and I will see <br />
the elders and the angels that ever<br />
Glorify the Lord of the fires<br />
<br />
<b>11 Now I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse. And He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war. 12 His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns. He had a name written that no one knew except Himself. 13 He was clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God. 14 And the armies in heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, followed Him on white horses. 15 Now out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it He should strike the nations. And He Himself will rule them with a rod of iron. He Himself treads the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. 16 And He has on His robe and on His thigh a name written: <br />
<br />
KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.<br />
</b>Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-81661752244874198312011-06-21T11:49:00.000-07:002011-06-21T11:49:50.204-07:00Feelings that come and go<i>IHOP.ORG Live Stream @1:00PM-2:00PM CST Tim Reimherr </i><br />
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Look I fled from your grace, because I wanted perfection.<br />
The perfection to come in the latter days,<br />
or rather when You become Dayspring.<br />
<br />
But, in hours I turned again.<br />
And I don't know why.<br />
It's better here.<br />
I think.<br />
I believe.<br />
<br />
Everything is wearying but sitting with You.<br />
Everything takes,<br />
but You give.<br />
<br />
I don't want to live in the "one day."<br />
<br />
Guess that's where I am. It pulls me. It tears me. My unfaithful heart.<br />
My selfishness. My demands.<br />
Perfect one! My soul groans for Your Perfection!<br />
<br />
What will I share with them?<br />
Better days to come?<br />
My brother said that wasn't worth living for, not better tomorrows.<br />
I told him enjoy Your love and guidance today.<br />
And every day I struggle to find it, to be there....sometimes<br />
it seems too long,<br />
our translation into light.<br />
<br />
<b>However, not only creation groans. We, who have the Spirit as the first of God's gifts, also groan inwardly. We groan as we eagerly wait for our adoption, the freeing of our bodies [from sin]. (Romans 8:23; GOD'S WORD Translation) </b>Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-72787763543217002062011-06-21T11:06:00.000-07:002011-06-21T11:08:39.130-07:00Israel my envyI looked over the hills of Israel.<br />
Each raised its head proudly<br />
with anticipation of the returning Master.<br />
<br />
His feet will walk there again.<br />
Israel, my envy, that you have kissed the feet of my Lord<br />
And you must be His first delight,<br />
because He will give you new robes<br />
And clothe you with new splendor<br />
<br />
All the nations will come to you for love and wisdom,<br />
for in you will dwell Light and Life.<br />
<br />
Israel, my envy,<br />
He will grace with His Love and perfect government.<br />
<br />
Would you send a trickle of your living waters my way?<br />
I want to bathe in the wisdom of knowing the Lord.<br />
I seek the hidden manna of His words.<br />
You have so many of His words!<br />
<br />
They echo from the rocks on which He sat!<br />
Even the rocks that have been buried.<br />
Oh the glory! The majesty!<br />
And it is a holy calling to bear the place where He bled<br />
for the world to be reconciled to the Father of all.<br />
<br />
Tell me Israel, tell me desire of the nations and soon coming King,<br />
is there still place for strangers in your doors<br />
though I have found Him late,<br />
I will love Him for all my life,<br />
and with all my life.<br />
<br />
Welcome me sister into your courts. I am coming to seek my Lord.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-10600680854827384612011-06-21T10:51:00.000-07:002011-06-21T10:51:50.143-07:00Here and Hell<i>Response to watching TBN's Special on Don Piper's 90 Minutes in Heaven and Bill Weise's 23 Minutes in Hell</i><br />
<br />
Truly love makes all things beautiful<br />
Truly Love makes all things new<br />
To receive love<br />
To live in love<br />
Suddenly everything transforms<br />
<br />
The light <br />
And everything it touches<br />
The clouds<br />
And and their transient nature<br />
Oh the scent of the oceans and trees!<br />
<br />
Love.<br />
<br />
Then all colors fall to darkness<br />
utter darkness<br />
Music never again stirs the soul<br />
Wailing and torture filling <br />
the emptiness<br />
<br />
and no place for love<br />
no place for pleasantries<br />
no place for peace<br />
<br />
His absence is desperate and damning!<br />
<br />
The things you love.<br />
He is all these things. And He gives Himself freely. Can we not be captured in His utter beauty?<br />
<br />
I am in more in love everyday.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-89645794019759163872011-05-29T22:08:00.000-07:002011-06-21T12:05:19.274-07:00Pillars<i>This is a poem about Sophie and Jonathan, David and Diana, and Peter, dearly loved friends that I may not see again in this lifetime.</i><br />
<br />
I'm longing for the Kingdom coming for all to ones to whom I've had to say good-bye<br />
my heart aches daily for them<br />
I try to shake some sense into this love<br />
this bond of love lasting beyond the grave<br />
still it lingers<br />
so I remind myself that these eternal beings<br />
will again receive me with joy<br />
when we walk into eternity<br />
<br />
And someone told me that I could replace them with new friends.<br />
Not so, not so--<br />
It's just that each is so different!<br />
It's like donning a horse-hair toupée<br />
just doesn't fit<br />
all their likenessnesses<br />
all their differences<br />
are so distinct<br />
and wonderfully suited for the times we meet<br />
<br />
Am I wrong for wanting to keep, their God-likeness near?<br />
I feel as if I am a brick in His house<br />
and they are the pillars <br />
with the semblance of amber or fine brass<br />
that He gives to uphold many<br />
and because they are strength to many<br />
I cannot hold onto them selfishly<br />
their beauty is in their position and intention<br />
to stand beside and underneath<br />
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<b>Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, [which is] new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and [I will write upon him] my new name. (Revelation 3:12)</b>Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-8616101462703304402011-05-29T21:49:00.000-07:002011-05-29T21:49:26.015-07:00A rant about higher education and consumerismwhenever you go after the forbidden fruit<br />
Knowledge that exalts greater than the One<br />
Who formed it<br />
<br />
You know, you find it sometimes in school<br />
or self-help books<br />
transcendental meditation<br />
We can't help ourselves, can we?<br />
the hunger for knowledge to find--<br />
We can't help ourselves:<br />
He can, <br />
the very One from who we demand<br />
every point of the plan<br />
so that He can't lead us<br />
<br />
Stubborn sheep, wait, guess I mean goats<br />
If we can't be the center<br />
then there's little hope<br />
for the completion of the plan<br />
Hey, God! What about me?<br />
Where's all those promises? And, I need to eat.<br />
<br />
The wall's up<br />
constructed of every injustice we ignore<br />
in favor for 2 cups of Stabucks and CrispyKreme hole?<br />
All the while, He searches for souls,<br />
who can be trusted with true riches and what He knows.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-83461802955487957592011-05-29T20:55:00.000-07:002011-08-16T15:19:53.833-07:00She drifts to sleeplessness<i>While listening to the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Soundtrack</i><br />
<br />
I wait in a meditative state for You oh Ancient of Days<br />
away from Eden<br />
to hear Your counsel for these final days<br />
Your voice walks between consciousness<br />
I hear You when I think I'm awake<br />
and to remember your words is life to my bones<br />
Your words endure beyond them<br />
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<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XK4Kal5U2mY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-64098108587190358652011-05-26T09:03:00.000-07:002011-05-26T09:03:57.378-07:00Psalm 46<i>This is a song I wrote inspired by current<br />
events and Psalm 46</i><br />
<br />
Why do you fear, you who hope in the Lord?<br />
These are the signs of His coming.<br />
Walls fall down of great cities.<br />
Great towers fall of the heathen.<br />
<br />
Though these mountains are cast in sea.<br />
I know my present and future is thee.<br />
When I rise to the wailing of hell.<br />
I will run to the Fortress to dwell.<br />
<br />
My God. You are with us. (Voice 2)<br />
<br />
You move with indignation.<br />
The kingdoms here are shaken.<br />
Oh the desolation!<br />
The men of war are quaking.<br />
Hear how they plead for peace.<br />
You promised judgement.<br />
<br />
Be still and know<br />
that I, am, God<br />
I will be exalted! I will be exalted! (2xs)<br />
<br />
Among the nations, in the earth<br />
the King who's coming, the last, the first (2xs)<br />
<br />
My God. You are with us. (Voice 2)Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-68402852855942685092011-05-23T20:16:00.000-07:002011-05-23T20:24:32.557-07:00Burning for Love - a song<i>inspired by my brother meeting his fiance</i><br />
...definitely not one of the nicest things I've written, and it's incomplete, but...<br />
<br />
tattoos up her arms piercings in her face<br />
she's searching for the one that no one can replace--<br />
and he says she's beautiful<br />
<br />
what lies had led her there, homeless unaware<br />
she's always bringing on these random love affairs<br />
and she says she's beautiful<br />
<br />
sex on the ledge, sex on the edge<br />
she tells you all her partners, you should have asked her legs<br />
and they think she's beautiful<br />
<br />
This world's not yours<br />
nor your body<br />
The time's not yours<br />
it's unwinding<br />
and when it ends<br />
will you be friends<br />
or somewhere burning<br />
<br />
burning for love, burning for love<br />
<br />
(added this verse after I recorded it, ha!)<br />
he looked in her eyes, he never saw the time<br />
just took her in to see, if sex was on her mind<br />
and he thinks she's beautiful<br />
<br />
This world's not yours<br />
nor your body<br />
The time's not yours<br />
it's unwinding<br />
and when it ends<br />
will you be friends<br />
or somewhere burning<br />
<br />
burning for love, burning for love<br />
burning for love, burning for love,<br />
burning for love<br />
<br />
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It's not, you're saved and then abracadabra you're God-like<br />
These are the many things about me that I cannot believe<br />
I want to tell you the truth, but abracadabra I lied.<br />
I want to be there for friends, but abracadabra I hide.<br />
I want to do well in school, but abracadabra I procrastinate.<br />
I want to love everyone, but abracadabra I hate<br />
<br />
everyone that gets in my way, and takes my energy from my goals.<br />
What have I learned from Love?<br />
Be patient.<br />
<br />
Be patient with the insincere liars, that aren't there for you when you need them, that are lazy with their work, and blame and hate you for it. <br />
<br />
Be patient. I'm a work in progress. I will not pretend to be perfect, <br />
and I do not expect you to be. <br />
<br />
If everyone could just hold everyone to this standard - to forgive those that fall time and time again, just like you. There is heaven. There is a kingdom worth living in. <br />
<br />
But, here are my false starts. Any suggestions on how not to be human? <br />
I'm listening.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-87880323639234090932011-05-07T17:46:00.000-07:002011-05-07T17:46:03.872-07:00Two Feet In Front of Me<i>My whole life was two feet in front of me<br />
where I would decide to go<br />
what I would decide to do<br />
and who I would decide to listen to <br />
from now--on</i><br />
<br />
It's on, and I cannot focus on what I need to do<br />
These pixels are perfect<br />
Not a reflection of the users at all<br />
Two feet in front of me lies my life<br />
<br />
In a basement, undisclosed<br />
Closed off rather<br />
"Do Not Disturb"<br />
I'm trying to make something out of nothing,<br />
or pixels, same thing right?<br />
<br />
Two feet in front of me.<br />
<br />
Don't have time to listen to your problems.<br />
I'm trying to fix my own. I'm sure Google knows...<br />
how to fix a life, <br />
half-lived<br />
I've only moved two feet towards what I can give<br />
<br />
The rest is lost in memories, digital photos of the places<br />
I've gone<br />
The people<br />
I've met<br />
The past, but what of the becoming--<br />
isolated?<br />
<br />
Two feet in front of me,<br />
what a wonderful gift<br />
to go<br />
to an online chatroom and find neighbors across the world<br />
can't stand the ones across the street<br />
right? <br />
The ones through the lines have an airbrushed illusion of me<br />
that they admire<br />
<br />
I thought I'd love it. I hate it. <br />
I've only shared my good, but I expect them to know my failure. <br />
Are we done pretending?<br />
<br />
So I'm taking my two feet, stuffed neatly beneath my desk, and I'm sitting here until I complete--<br />
what I started. An accurate depiction of disconnect.<br />
<br />
<i>Response to Jim Rohn's talk "Turning Nothing Into Something"</i>Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-9039543647796464722011-04-20T21:12:00.000-07:002011-04-20T21:35:04.084-07:00A Day of Turning<object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DX1Vf5lIRXE?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DX1Vf5lIRXE?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br />This is my salty deliverance<br />work for work's sake<br />a length of days I do not look for<br />everything builds to nothingness<br />I'm searching for certainty<br />But, I think this time is passing,<br />I think this time is ending so,<br />I live<br /><br />Measures of times in bliss<br />Attack my memory<br />the torture--every morning of good dreams<br />to wake to this mystery,<br />doubting I was asleep<br /><br />This fantasy, this dream, must be this decaying<br />substance that stares at me, from sunken sodden eyes<br />I dream I'll wake again in eternity<br />to find the whispering mind<br />not the words spoken<br />were true<br /><br />This is my detestable time of labor<br />It does not end<br />God inhales, we sleep.<br /><br /><br />"Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit. Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away." James 4:13-14Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-69253880978891334042011-03-17T13:41:00.000-07:002011-03-17T14:13:37.874-07:00The Right Way<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PTWlFQbaalQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><strong>Jude 1:23 Save others by snatching them from the fire. To others, show mercy with fear, hating even the clothes stained by their sinful lives.</strong><br /><br />I think I know something of the human spirit <br />only those that have died twice can hear it<br />the beginning of the trumpet's call <br />for all those who've been standing close and far<br />those like me far enough<br />to feel the heat<br />the earth's spewing up<br />wake up with singed hair and feet<br /><br />Then at some point you decide there's no doing<br />that won't lead to your ruin<br />as long as you're a truant <br />from the Truth<br /><br />Waves and wells, waters in spells<br />all illusions<br />there's no light here<br />just a hungry night<br />no love <br />no purpose<br />no vision<br />praying for the next beat to end<br />of this chorus of wailing and then <br />I realize, this isn't a dream this is the afterlife<br />and hell has no exit.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-65980419906786294422011-02-08T09:29:00.000-08:002011-03-15T15:53:59.766-07:00Changing tide<span style="font-style:italic;">...Yet another sad breakup poem</span><br /><br />I am at the turning of the tide<br />Couldn't hold it if I tried<br />It all goes out together<br />My sustenance<br />And leaves me dry<br /><br />Sitting on these crags<br />My company in the sun<br />Will You give me salt water to drink?<br />As I meet another age alone<br /><br />No use, no use, chasing the tide<br />everything I've done<br />no longer hid<br />the change has comeLis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-79354272344319893842011-02-08T09:02:00.000-08:002011-02-08T09:25:47.735-08:00a death of idolatryyou were my meditation day and night<br />your memory my daily food<br />the thought of you sustained me<br />that I would be with you one day was my strength<br /><br />I desired you more than my necessary food<br />and I built to give you life more abundantly<br />how could I not see that your heart was far from me?<br />now I am altogether brought low and downcast<br />at your swift dismissal<br /><br />a degree, a new home, a plan<br /><br />castles made of sand<br /><br />---<br /><br />nevertheless, this endless desert is what I drew<br />it was my contemplation true<br />not you,<br />you are an mirage,<br />this desert, with thirst and heat is real.<br />You, I cannot touch.<br />this desert sears my soul.Lis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861608192869686046.post-52822264306779593462011-01-20T00:14:00.000-08:002011-01-20T00:17:29.713-08:00together<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FoQzWb_f1oA" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen></iframe><br /><br />i can't protect you from what may come<br />but i can promise i'll love you through it<br />it's not something you can throw or<br />measure<br />or predict<br />or calculate<br />what will happen, what will become of this...<br /><br />...all i know is that my eyes have seen the glory<br />of the coming of the Lord.<br /><br />i have scenes in my mind<br />everyday <br />of what should, could be<br />and with my fear <br />i press towards<br />these impossible...<br /><br />why won't you press with me<br />with our force combined<br />we'll press harder<br /> and perhaps both make it to<br />that day<br />togetherLis Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324126414259285562noreply@blogger.com0