Mass of Waves

Jan 24

Picture of a forest fire

These two are entitled Whitewashed, based off of Matthew 23:27…

“What sorrow awaits you teachers of religious law and you Pharisees. Hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs—beautiful on the outside but filled on the inside with dead people’s bones and all sorts of impurity.

These two are both abstracts of mountains

The first is called Snacks

The second is the follow up to Bleed Out

Jan 14

God

Simply titled God, about God:

God

Your weakness will be my strength

Your kings will be beggars to me

And I’ll show them where to find bread

I am your father

And I love the complexity of your simplicity

Simply your father

I live in you

Live in me too

I am your father

With the power to flood the Earth

With power to make you whole

I am your savior

And I have dropped your obligations

Your sin is no slave driver but held by heaven’s chains

Your savior

I am your helper

You loose the chains of heaven

To take one last hit from that sin

Again and again

But I will give you strength

I will strengthen your faith

Forever your helper

I am your God

And every breath is my name

Every breath is from the air I created

The same air I used to fill your lungs

While you were still dust

I am your father

I am your savior

I am your helper

I am you God

Every Breath, Yahweh Yahweh Yahweh

Dec 30

Taken by Tide

Taken by Tide (Anger):

What can you do

I am raged, and humbled with sadness

My heart is a shipwreck

I feel left out at sea

My heart is not with me

As I have given it away

And it was lost by it’s beholder

And I seem to only find broken replacements

Anger

Time after time and vessel after vessel

Whether broken or lost I mend the same broken heart

It can’t sail straight against the tide

A heart for a broken ship

And myself a vessel and captain

A change of hands is needed

Anger

I find I can’t lead a boat

With two hands and a bundle of rope

Can’t fish with slumping arms

What can I do

Dec 28

Undertoe

Also known as ring ring ring, this relates a rich man to a homeless man because the rich man who seemingly has everything is still searching for a home. Rather a place to belong, he still searches for something to fill his void.

RingRingRing (Under toe):

I won’t judge you for who you are

There’s more to you than that

I’ll only tell you what you need to hear

All I ask for is a moment

Let me show you bread

Let me break it for you

You’re a beggar who hides behind riches and shining things

All the money in the world and still homeless

No one, nothing can fill your stomach, make you whole

Maybe a slice of the loaf

Drink wine with me

This seems to be a specialty for you

You hold down drinks better than your friends

But all I offer you is a sip

Don’t whine to me of the pains of this world as if I don’t know

I see the hurt behind your woozy eyes

You find worth in women and possession

But diamonds are dull

Your house is huge and garnished with all the fine things

As welcoming as a cardboard box

There is no comfort in these vast halls they are filled with empty portraits of fake beautiful things

The beauty of this world is unending as we go down to every speck, every particle amazing

But you can only grasp it in a whole as a dollar bill or a fine necklace

You don’t know true beauty only what people have made idols of

You’ve found success in the business as it gives you access to a constant under toe of lust

From magazines you found in the dumpster you live in

Life could be more than the garbage you bury

But you feel judged by the people who pass you by

You beg to them, not out loud but through groggy eyes

Let me help you

I don’t aim to judge you

Just get you out of the position you’re in

You have everything in possession but you lack tact

I won’t tell you these possessions are worthless

But you may find that out

Let me show you bread

Let me break it for you

Drink wine with me but only a sip

Let me show you that you live in a cardboard box

RingRingRing, Such a beautiful Thing, Who’s at the door, A friend I think

Conductor

This is my first poem I’m posting without art. It’s one of my favorites.

Enjoy.

Conductor (Orchestra Electric):

Lord of Lightning

Conductor for the thunder

Make the thunder sound

With a flick of the wrist

As light comes from you

Powered by no more than your wonderful love

Like electricity

Make music with the sky as lightning flies by

Hit the snare of heavens drums

Signal the bass for crashing tones

Three second symphonies

Followed by applause from the rain

Then the sun shows through clouds and storms

All powered by you your electric love

And you take a bow

Even if I’m the only one to clap

This is the follow up to the first December (p.s. it’s actually DecemberDecemberDecemberDecemberDecember, why so many times? who knows)

So ya this is part 2 entitled Evergreen:

Poem:

Evergreen (December Part 2):

You’ve gone from me

As I find your roots asleep

But I find hope in a single leaf

…Hope that your shrugged lazy state resides

…That the smog leaps from your eyes

I pray that you come and sit with me

Under the trees next to the evergreens

But I see the blizzard you’re in

Without a fire within

No warmth and no home

You trudge through thick snow

Once it melts I pray you come home

To your family who you’ve kept away from

Are you too tired to sleep

Let us show you some rest

Please come back to me

Let your roots sleep

And emerge in the spring

So we can sit by the evergreens

This is titled December, in honor of the month. The poem talks about some who stray from there faith and relates them to a tree who goes through the seasons.

Poem:

DecemberDecemberDecemberDecemberDecember

(Solstice):

You who was once a seed

Your roots ran deep

Then you grew to be a leaf

I remember your speech remember your warmth

You comforted me in times of great need

When I needed to find peace

Your leafs gave shade

Your fruits had great taste

All of this to die in December

Where is the girl I met before the solstice

Whose roots were in joy

You who was once a seed

Your roots ran deep

This drawing is meant to visualize my poem Bleed Out. This poem is about cutting, straight up. Lots of people are confused about cutting; why do people do it? What is so appealing about it? The answer is there is nothing good about it. The scientific explanation is that if people have pain they want to release it, endorphins are chemicals that release pain from the body and cutting releases endorphins.I think the spiritual reason for cutting is that satan wants to convince us that Jesus blood was not enough for us and we cut ourselves releasing our blood, seemingly releasing the pain of sin.

Poem:

Bleed Out (Jesus):

Jesus, Satan wants to convince me your blood was not enough

He drives me to cut myself, My hands my wrists…

Cut and Bruised and I BLEED OUT

and cry out…

I know your sacrifice is perfect

I am the Cutter, I hold the blade against myself

And My demons can’t be held by chains

But They Bow To You

I Know your sacrifice is perfect…