Misplaced

I have misplaced myself
and I don’t know where to begin to look

I can’t remember where I last saw me
I search my love’s eye, but I’m not there

I sought out my fears
but they were afraid to say

Should I stop, or should I go
Should I yes, or should I know

I saw my passion on a hill
and she whipered down, “Not yet.”

But her smile told me,
it’s not where I am, but where I’m going.

 

ADJ

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Thoughts on writing and other means of sharing….

Surely it is questionable how one can constantly and persistently open one’s veins allowing one’s life to splatter across the page, especially when each encounter leaves the writer drained and a little dimmer.

What is this compulsion to examine one’s own soul, the drive to share lessons learned from each encounter, real or imagined? Why this thirst for something better, even when seemingly, there is no satisfaction within reach in this life?

…Except for this hope, glimpsed in the corner of the eye like a wayward lightening bug appearing in the darkest halls of our lives; leading us further into the darkness. Is each uncertain step further into the vapors faith, foolishness, or both? But then again, if we could understand it all, if we could see it all, would it be faith at all? And maybe, just maybe, in our brighter moments, might we be lighthouses for one another in this journey we all share? For when we shine in the darkness, it has no answer and the substance of our hope is revealed.

ADJ

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Speechless

Words cannot adequately describe this strange new world in which I find myself.

How can a string of symbols fully tell the story of one’s life, much less the relations between lives.

My tongue is ill-equipped to tell the tale of what is unspoken in my own heart. My fingers cannot find the keys to open these wordless passages.

Something should be said, but for the life of me, I cannot give it form..

How do I speak that which cannot be spoken? How do I convey that which defies language?

Surely, there should be tears, but there is only numbness.

Then again, perhaps these very words, are indeed my tear drops and it is here that I release my pain back into the sea.

ADJ

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The Death of Civility

Maybe it’s just me, but I see a strange synchronicity between Representative Joe Wilson, Kanye and the town hall protestors. Each, to me, is a clear illustration of how we’ve come off the rails in this country in respect for one another.

At one time such behavior was limited to the athletic field of play, and even then only in certain sports, such as professional tennis and soccer, but no one, in real life would think of behaving in such a way. So, where was the tipping point where such behavior became mainstream or even encouraged, such as in the case of Joe Wilson? If I had to say, I would say the 2000 presidential election, where eager news cameras documented boorish behavior by local (and many not so local) citizens protesting even the attempt to recount ballots in the Florida election. And since this bad behavior continues to be rewarded (Joe Wilson has raised over a million dollars since his outburst, the town hall protestors have slowed healthcare reform, in spite of poll numbers suggesting otherwise, and I’m sure viewership of Jay Leno’s show tonight will be much higher than if Kayne had kept the peace), we will see more of such behavior.

See these guerrilla tactics have proven effective to the chagrin of public relations workers everywhere. But while such behavior does affect product sales and sponsorship (i.e. Glenn Beck) the Karl Roves of the world have realized that it is a very effective means to solidify one’s base and obtain press coverage to one’s cause. The AM talk show world (Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh, etc…) realized too, that it is more profitable to loyal sliver of the population, than lukewarm masses. The sponsors that remain with these provocateurs will pay top dollar for access to such a focused and rabid group.

And speaking of the masses, it seems that the latter day equivalent to the Roman edict of “Bread (fast cheap food) and Circus’ (Reality TV, sports, etc)” suffices enough to keep us disengaged and amused by the death of civility. But rest assured that this lack of attention will cost us dearly, if we don’t stand up to it now. Not just for sake of those who agree with our political and social position, but for all our sakes, we must regain what we have lost, so that processes we hold dear (honest and fair elections, equal treatment, care for those in need) may survive as well. For many of these processes are the very reasons for maintaining a society.

ADJ

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Signs and Wonders

Waiting on a moment,

Can take an eternity.

All around us, all within us,

signs and wonders bind us.

Charting one’s stars,

Offers little earthly guidence.

All around us, all within us,

signs and wonders sing to us.

Why search for a heaven,

which is already here?

All around us, all within us,

signs and wonders dance with us.

 

ADJ

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We don’t Trust God

As children we were taught to place our trust in God. But it seems obvious that we do not trust God.

If we trusted God, we would not judge others.

If we trusted God, we would not fear death.

If we trusted God, we would not be jealous of others.

If we trusted God, we would not seek revenge.

If we trusted God, we would accept his call on our lives.

If we trusted God, we would accept all His creations for the masterpieces that they are.

If we trusted God, we would reflect His love without condition.

And yet His grace is sufficient.

 

ADJ

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Pookie’em

Through joy and woe, your soul she knows. does not matter where your life may go, through your veins she flows.
She hustles to get paid, but she’ ain’t for sale, still you think she’s for play, but she’ll never tell.
Pookie never hesitates, Pookie never deviates, Pookie never carries hate, Pookie is imaginative.

Pookie might clown you, when you’re not around. But push come to shove, Pookie is always down.
Pookie got game you’ve never seen, her skin is almond cream, her love, is like mad steam, her life is nothing like it seems.
Pookie never hesitates, Pookie never deviates, Pookie never carries hate, Pookie is sometimes….. late.

She ain’t done half the stuff folks claim, but she’s been a quiet witness through tinted panes, to streets flowing in pain, and lyrics rich in crimson stain.
She chases light, but runs in the shadows. She holds her Bible tight, but quick to spit a wicked flow.
Pookie never hesitates, Pookie never deviates, Pookie never carries hate, Pookie is always great, even if, you can’t relate.

Pookie drops verses like mad men drop curses. She doesn’t choose the words, they choose her.
And in case you hadn’t heard, she thinks all your thoughts are absurd, Doesn’t say these things to disturb, she just reports, what she observes.
Pookie never hesitates, Pookie never deviates, Pookie never carries hate, Pookie embraces fate.

 

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Echos

I am an echo. The evidence of lives gone on, I am what remains of their joy, their pain, their tears.

I am an echo. A reverberation of all the love spoken into me.

I am an echo. The source of nothing, except a willingness to serve as a conduit.

We are an echo, resounding through the darkness, lest any of us think we are our own creation.

ADJ

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