I win

Because God has given me great talent clear vision, provision, ability, motivation and responsibility, I win.

I pursue every situation presented to me with heart-felt conviction and with the absolute intention of complete victory.

I walk with purpose. I talk with clarity and wisdom. I love with power.

I sing in all things with humility and grace. My voice is loud and strong. My actions are loud and strong.

I compete with the best because I am the best. I think only the highest thoughts. I do only the best things. My goal is perfection. My goal is to win.

My opponent is myself. I am always in harmony with myself. Any inner unresolved conflicts create energy, which help drive me to perfection, to win.

I love challenge and change. I love the adventure God has provided in my life. I love to breath deep, exhausted from striving and winning.

I am always strong. I am always powerful. I am always beautiful. I am always in control.

I win.

Thank You Lord

Love is a still and quiet thing
the care in the prayer
of a mother for her child

the warmth in the smile
of two old friends meeting

love is a long and restless thing
the concern in the voice
when a father as found his
lost son

the longing in the breast
for someone else's success

love is a thing of the heart
the peace in the mind
that transcends understanding

the joy in the center of
being human and
knowing God

Little Ones

Is anyone small
depending on you?
Anybody looking up to you to
see them through

Watching your hands, your heart
each time you start
each time you follow through

Loves eyes were once yours and mine
holding on to each fine line
the big ones drew
they made the rules
that made it make sense

Is the love you feel
really real or just
a new ride?
Why can’t you have
what you want right now?
What’s wrong with selfish pride?

Little hands reaching up
wanting comfort, wanting strength
and one day- wisdom
Little hearts trusting
wanting to trust you-

Who am I to answer
such questions of ponderous consequence?

Who was I to ask
for that depth of love
not realizing that I was risking
everything...
and nothing...

My hand reaches to yours, my son
my love was never
something you needed to strive for
As I pull you to my chest
you know you have always been the one
I would die for

Your eyes meet mine
our fingers intertwine
we will have our
tug-o-wars

One day I will assess
my life’s success
which will only be
in direct relation to yours

Keys

In your hand is a key
warm it has become in your grasp
becoming part of you

Yet you know it only starts
a process of changing life dreams
changing all of you

Before you is a gateway
a garden lush and full - alive
so close, so sweet

Behind you is a garden
somehow the same, somehow very different
letting go is hard

Be careful of the old sweetness
be true to the new life
use the key

Those are not your resting places
this is not you only moment
there is time

Know the truth and walk freely
look right, left, up, down
be confident in God's gift


You have already seen many gates
your keys have always been right
you know the journey

The key is not you
it's only a tool
keep it separate

Your hand is a tight fist
but you know what to do
freedom is for your hand also

The key must know the lock
the lock must know the latch
the gate is for you

Lies are forgiveness only enemy
everything is already done
except your letting go

Genesis

Laughing with the turn of
each new moment
adrift in a sea
of wonder
all things enveloped
in experience
folded and compressed
interlaced and reduced

Breathless but free
soon but now
and forever
stable but all moving
as a clockwork
manifestation of truth
The fruit of all
realized things

One more heartbeat
--genesis--

I get the feeling...

I get the feeling

Something really bad

is going to happen

Someone’s showing up

With a strap-on

And blow mother earth

Inside out

I get the feeling that

Time is short

It’s too late for the

Whole jug of port

Too late to

Cry or pout

The stiff stench from the trench

Tells you something

Look around

Newscasters jumping

Dodging bullets

Earthquakes and rain

Hear it in the art

Beautiful is a cricket fart

The less sense the better

Just makes her

All the wetter

Hide behind any shame

To drain the pain

Hope comes in knowing

There’s a reason for the

Coming and going

Circles are circles

Because they’re circles

If you know what I mean

Our rational mind

Becomes intertwined

With nonsense if given

Half a chance

Floating into the

Unredeemed

Emotions

Crave pleasure

Seeking non-productive leisure

Productive in the eyes

Of the beholder- of course

Satisfaction is fleeting

As a Saturday night drunk’s greeting

All smiles, “…now what’s his name…

I know I’ve… seen him…

Before…?”

This is the ride we got

It’s up to us

To make a blot

In this grimy wreck

Handed to us

Thanks a lot

What can you do

With a bucket of poo?

Make poo jam

Serve it with spam

And re-define

Fine dining?

Or screw the whole lot

Determine the best spot

To witness the

Seasons’ biggest reaming…

‘round these parts, anyway.

Assumptions

Looking through a keyhole
     always a narrow slice
          a picture, a song, an opinion
               a determined view of what is ahead

Fascinated by the details
     exploring, labeling and re-labeling
          what we perceive
               ruminating on everything of interest

What lies on the other side?
     just beyond our grasp
          the backside of the foreground
               that we so zealously defend?

Do we have experience?
       can we, at least in some things, predict
             thereby  through enlightened, insightful
                 observance
                    engage in seeming newness in more than
     two dimensions?

Can we see around corners to the side
     that is neither dark or light
           rich or poor, wrong or right, perfect or less so
               only different?

Can we enjoy that difference
     without intimidation or fear, arrogance or denial?
          will we ever know beauty as God does,
               assumptions of absolute truth knit together
                        to make a wonderful living thing

Persuit of Pleasure

Jesus - Look at me

I'm a pathetic idiot

Caught up in trying

To feel good

Hoping something right

Comes from something wrong

Father God - I'm sorry

I've heard Your voice of Wisdom

And chosen my comfort

Over Your Joy

My small victories

Over your Peace

My control

Over your

Love and Forgiveness

Jesus - I love You and

I know You Love me because

You are still with me

Because You continue

To want the best

For me

Father - For some reason

I'm still alive

Although many questions

Can be conceived

That fact remains

I am bored and frustrated

Purposeless

In all my experience

I live a life of good deeds

Championing the underdog

Fighting the good fight

To what end?

Father - I want to die

To leave the cesspool of

Shallow desires

Cover-ups for pain

Trying to feel good

Moment to moment

But I'm still alive

The dream - nightmare

Won't end

Jesus - Help me stop

Stumbling from

Circumstances to circumstance

Noodle on noodle

Until my path resembles

A bowl of spaghetti

Father - Thank you for Forgiveness

You made the Way

For me to begin again

I don't care about

Forgiving myself

Tired excuses for

Wrong choices is

What's got me

In this mess

I do care that

You Forgive me and

Separate my past

From my present

And future

In Your heart

- And I know You do because

I know you Care for me

Jesus - I remember how You've

Treated me

Always Loving and Gracious

Kind and Truthful

Jesus - You are my Friend

Close to me

Even now

Even now

Jesus - I am ready

For your simplicity

And You said:

Love God with my whole being

Love my neighbor as myself

And My Command is:

Love one another... Giving, Sacrificial – Love.