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Poetry 101

I'm digging alot of poetry at this point. Poetry is awesome because there's some that's super simple, but because they rhyme, they create this nice, pleasant cycle to read them, over and over. Like how nursery rhymes trick children into addiction.

Then there are others that get you to think and think through the words. Like literature. There's a certain hidden meaning you try to decode. And when you come up with what you think is right, it gives you a certain sense of success. Yea? Agree? Hmmm... maybe that's abit too complex. Not like I was ever a great literature student or anything.



It's like early in the morning when its just cold enough to make you want someone to hold. And the light is just waking up or fading out and you can't tell if it’s the beginning or end of something beautiful. It makes me think of you. And I can't help thinking this is something beautiful and I think of you, I think of you. It's like early in the morning when it's just cold enough to make you want someone to hold. And you promise me a new day. Please promise me a new day. Today is going to be a brand new day. And it makes me feel like I’ve never seen a sunrise before. And you make me feel like I’ve never seen a sunrise before.




Cool huh? Well don't just sit there and pout your lips at me. Sit back, grab a snack and read it again. Slowly. Or you could try reading this:



I can tell by your come hither gaze that you want this more than anything, more than anything. Let's knock a few back just to loosen up, not a lot, but it's just enough for me to make my move. Is this not what you have wanted? You can have your way. I never was much on standing up, standing up for myself. Noisy, smooth, beautiful and not nearly as disappointing as I have always heard. Once is good, twice is better, but now I've had too much time to think and this sounds like a bad idea. I know right now you cannot understand and I apologize if you are offended. This is a breakdown in communications, but please understand what I don’t want this to become. This comes so easy for you, but things are not so simple for me. I might take this for granted, but is it really a necessity? I can't help but question your intentions, and I often wonder if you ever hear a word I say. Please hear me out, I must apologize for I am finding any excuse I can. Noisy, smooth, and beautiful, but it's much more disappointing than I have always heard. I can tell by your come hither gaze that you want this more than anything, more than anything. It’s good to know that people care, because I can't help but think of all the good advice that I'm about to forget. Noisy, smooth, and beautiful just like you, just like you. It's just like you.



I dunno man. I'm in a chill out mood right now. It feels like Lush 99.5 in my head. I find describing small things in great detail very thrilling. Like you're giving everything the real credit their worth it. Maybe every emotion you ever felt, for instance.

Anyway, I've looted this cool declaration-poem from Liane + Esther. Whose done me justice by putting it up! I wouldn't have been able to find it. It was something Pastor Jennifer put up for us during last week's service. More about that another time. But for now, THE POEM!


When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I am saved"
I'm whispering "I was lost"
That is why I chose this way.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
And need someone to be my guide.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And pray for strength to carry on.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are all too visible,
But God believes I'm worth it.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
Which is why I speak His name.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority.
I only know I'm loved.

when I say..." I am a Christian"
I am not claiming to be holier than you.
I am saying that by God's Good Grace
i've been redeemed

when I say..." Would you like to come church"
I am not patronising you.
I am saying would you like to share my joy, peace, laughter and the most loving Father with me?

SY wrote at 11:25 pm