poems and other creativity

what's the meta for?

one of my favourite random life statements that i made up years ago and that i unleash unwittingly [well, maybe a little wittingly] on the world every now and then is the one that goes, "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it throw stones in glass houses." while it's true that i made it up, i didn't really give it a lot of thought until today, but if you give [...]

big brother [part i]

we all know the much told story of the prodigal son, right? in fact, i even wrote a poem about it once, imagining the prodigal son had gone prodigal again [as one does] which you can take a look at here, but if you in fact don't know the story, you can look it up in Luke 15.11-32. and we all focus on the bad son and how we relate and the clever preachers tell [...]

let me recklessly love you, even if i bleed

i don't know who matthew hammitt is, but the other day i was in the car listening to the radio and this song came on with these lyrics which struck me: "let me recklessly love You, even if i bleed, cos You're worth all of me" it happened to be a christian radio station [and i just asked uncle google to find out that matthew hammitt is the lead singer of sanctus real, a band [...]

By |2012-01-04T04:07:10+02:00January 4th, 2012|inspire-ations, poems and other creativity, worship|2 Comments

the little cow that could…

i came across this blog today and i want you to read the bio with me and try and conjure up in your mind an image of the person who might possibly be writing it: "A few years ago, I stumbled upon the Vaquita, a tiny endangered porpoise. I was heartbroken when I read about its story, so I decided to start this blog, along with many other efforts to help this species. I post [...]

how great my art?

let me start by being perfectly honest here, i am not an artist... not in the drawing, painting, nude sculpture making sense anyways... when i was in high school i somehow managed to end up taking art as one of my choice subjects [i copied a monkey face pretty well back in standard 5/grade 7 and got accepted in art at westerford somehow that way] for grade 8 and 9 but very quickly found out [...]

twice prodigal

like writing poetry but i haven't had the motivation to write something for a long time, but here is one i wrote a long time ago which i really like which a lot of you will not have read... TWICE PRODIGAL Have I walked this path? I can not remember having come this way before; Yet... strange feeling of familiarity haunts me As each step I take brings me closer to home... I still taste [...]

By |2011-03-07T12:05:44+02:00March 7th, 2011|poems and other creativity|3 Comments

POME: the very nature of things [written at Namrock ‘10]

wind, take a bough then send it crashing to the ground water, flow slowly along pummelling, pummelling, the rocks beneath the surface smoothing their edges by sheer  weight of temporal force little bird, glide smoothly through the air then swoop, crashing through the water’s uncreased surface and fly away once more, carrying death back to feed your children blow, gentle cool breeze upon the dying embers breathing new life into them breathing, breathing and suddenly [...]

By |2010-06-23T14:34:17+02:00June 23rd, 2010|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

new pome: Oh

Oh. Oh? As in really? You... you're sure? Certain? All-powerful. Oh? Faithful. Oh? All-loving. Unconditionally so. Even me? Even my stuff? Me? Oh? Oh really? As in 'really really?' Like real miracles? Actual miraculous occurances? Blind seeing, deaf hearing, lame walking? Dead being raised? Oh. I get it. It's a metaphoric death. An inner blindness. Deaf to the words of the Holy Scriptures speaking to my disobedient ears. Able to walk tall in the knowledge [...]

By |2010-05-23T13:35:45+02:00May 23rd, 2010|God stuff, life, poems and other creativity|2 Comments

Pome: you call that a scar?

With vacant eyes staring off into the distance You stare at nothing in particular As another drop of blood silently drips to the floor Screaming out your loneliness and rejection Though no-one is around to hear The darkness pulls itself a little closer Embracing you as you welcome it You are alone As I was Surrounded by people and none of them understood, the pain the depth of my isolation Yet I too embraced it [...]

By |2010-05-03T06:24:53+02:00May 3rd, 2010|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

Pome: Cell'ing your soul (a.k.a Sign on the dotted telephone line)

Ah, there you are I sense you, reaching for me again Not because you need me Just because you need to make sure I'm there I am your preciouss "A convenience" was my way in "A necessity" is what I've become But you don't even notice As I continue to slowly, subtly infiltrate your life You smile as you convince yourself that you are in charge And back it up by reminding the world that [...]

By |2010-05-03T06:17:05+02:00May 3rd, 2010|poems and other creativity|1 Comment
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