Batman

A drop of water hits the sea

The impact nearly silent

The tiny sound as if to plea,

Of where it fell, defiant

What it didn’t know was, left behind it,

Ripples there were made

Reaching out to stiller waters

Blessings to them paid

Clamp shut my eyes, inhale deeply, head between my shoulders

Release it with a heavy sigh of peace…

The soft and steady trickle of the steaming brew perks up my ears

Oh baby, let the Starbucks never cease

Caged in, walls on every side-

Walls so tall, she felt like a crumb on the concrete floor

In her echoes alone could she confide

At the end of herself, her garments she tore

So dark in this chasm, she felt not her bruises

Cared not to move or caress her wounds

Without a thought to what she loses

She’d lost it all, her fingers were prunes

Then suddenly she hears a mighty sound

A splitting, cracking, rumbling quake

Then feels on her back and sees all around

The walls of her prison are beginning to break

One chunk off to her left crashes down

And splits into pieces upon the ground

A sound drowned by the deepening groan…

The void behind it birthed a hot beam of light

Rocketing down upon her tear-streaked face

Before unaware that she even had sight

The new thought consumed her of leaving that place

Crags and rubble continued to plummet

Down upon the thundering ground

She climbed them up higher to reach the summit

Until- not walls- but vast plains did gloriously surround

I really want to write more music. I have always wanted to express myself more through music than what I do. But I’m not great at writing songs. I usually wait until something is horribly wrong or traumatic in my life and decide to write about that. But I’d rather write about what’s beautiful and right. Or perhaps not even right, but made beautiful by God. But I feel like I need to get in better touch with my poetic side. So here’s my idea (if you haven’t already stopped reading this boring idea or skimmed right over this to look at pictures, which I would probably be doing by now)- I’m gonna start trying to write a poem every day. Yes, most of them will stink. But that’s the best way to master something, to stink for a while. That’s how it was for every instrument I’ve learned so far, and so it will be with verse. But anyway, I don’t want to do this on facebook, because it’s not going to be great. Okay, anyway, here goes my first try.

Leaping up, almost in self defense, he reaches

Arms extended, eyes half-opened, examining the awkward device

Desperately lost, like it’s the very first time, his brain reteaches

Only to discover it’s the same fool his hands are

Rips the iPod from the dock…nice…

“Whatever works,” he says, unashamed of his perpetual unfamiliarity

Too early, and too upset to care

Regrets reload, take back their footholds and become his clarity

Rather than a light shining through his blinds in this morning air…conditioning

No-not light-but only darkness at 6:30, who could expect anything else?

But the sun isn’t the light that pulls him from the talons of the early birds-

Not doves- but vultures that first reach this worm…guy

The sun couldn’t do anything even if it were present at this morning meeting

But the Son…He might have something to say to these early birds

Words of fire, in fact. Fire to the beasts but oxygen to the man’s lungs

Life again through his nostrils.

Without fail, the Son there daily to liberate from talons this lonesome man

And place him on a higher rock…now the sun is up

MWF

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