"Egyptians believed that words themselves were gods, that they had a power in their existence beyond this world. To give utterance to a word was to make it real. To put words down was to preserve them for all eternity. Priest would often pour water over certain inscribed symbols & prayers & then drink the water or drip it over their bodies. That way, they could actually ingest or be covered in the protection of the words, their gods."
Friday, January 7, 2011
a BEASTLY excerpt from "The Third Translation"
Thursday, January 6, 2011
about that last poem...
the last couple weeks i been thinking about a few things real heavy like.
the first being the different things a few of my close friends are going through.
the second being the role of the rescuer & the comforter.
the third being the fact that, as christians, we are called to be peacemakers.
& all these things contributed to that poem. along with the movie "love jones" lol
1] i got a few friends that are going through/ have gone through a ridiculous load of life both recently & in the last semester period. of course these things weigh heavy on my mind. daily. i got a love for the homies like no other so as corny as it sounds, their pain is mine. people think they know me in my writing, and to a degree they do but a lot of times i write for my friends. whether i know it or not, my friends are more apart of me than i realize so i sometimes have a tendency to tell their stories as well.
2] from random realization #2094: "sometimes i get so wrapped up in fixing things that i confuse trying to be a good friend with trying to be God. i forget that sometimes the actual rescue isn't my job per say, sometimes i'm just the one that swims out to you & waits with you until the rescue chopper comes. sits & comforts you. distracts you from your current situation if need be. the peacemaker. i can't do much as far as removing you from the predicament you're in but i promise i won't leave you alone. promise i won't leave you to fight on your own."
am i at fault to think that the role of comforter/ peacemaker may be just as important as the rescuer themselves? a while ago i learned to stop asking God to remove obstacles, to take me out of situations just because they weren't favorable to me especially considering i more often than not put myself in said predicament to begin with. as a writer i've become so willing to put myself out there naked because i know from experience that sometimes all it takes is to know that someone else is there with you, to know you're not alone... that can make all the difference in survival. there is rescue. and there is survival. i'd rather be a survivor than a victim any day.
3] there's a spot in the bible that says blessed are the peacemakers. i've talked about it recently; it just really keeps resonating with me in the situations my friends and i face. i want there to be peace wherever i am, not for any boosting of my own but because of the God in me. it's His peace. and as a comforter, not rescuer, peace is vital. i pray for it daily & always find some of my own in interceding for others.
mm k. so whatever else i was thinking, i lost it lol so hey
God is Love,
Rev Run :)
the first being the different things a few of my close friends are going through.
the second being the role of the rescuer & the comforter.
the third being the fact that, as christians, we are called to be peacemakers.
& all these things contributed to that poem. along with the movie "love jones" lol
1] i got a few friends that are going through/ have gone through a ridiculous load of life both recently & in the last semester period. of course these things weigh heavy on my mind. daily. i got a love for the homies like no other so as corny as it sounds, their pain is mine. people think they know me in my writing, and to a degree they do but a lot of times i write for my friends. whether i know it or not, my friends are more apart of me than i realize so i sometimes have a tendency to tell their stories as well.
2] from random realization #2094: "sometimes i get so wrapped up in fixing things that i confuse trying to be a good friend with trying to be God. i forget that sometimes the actual rescue isn't my job per say, sometimes i'm just the one that swims out to you & waits with you until the rescue chopper comes. sits & comforts you. distracts you from your current situation if need be. the peacemaker. i can't do much as far as removing you from the predicament you're in but i promise i won't leave you alone. promise i won't leave you to fight on your own."
am i at fault to think that the role of comforter/ peacemaker may be just as important as the rescuer themselves? a while ago i learned to stop asking God to remove obstacles, to take me out of situations just because they weren't favorable to me especially considering i more often than not put myself in said predicament to begin with. as a writer i've become so willing to put myself out there naked because i know from experience that sometimes all it takes is to know that someone else is there with you, to know you're not alone... that can make all the difference in survival. there is rescue. and there is survival. i'd rather be a survivor than a victim any day.
3] there's a spot in the bible that says blessed are the peacemakers. i've talked about it recently; it just really keeps resonating with me in the situations my friends and i face. i want there to be peace wherever i am, not for any boosting of my own but because of the God in me. it's His peace. and as a comforter, not rescuer, peace is vital. i pray for it daily & always find some of my own in interceding for others.
mm k. so whatever else i was thinking, i lost it lol so hey
God is Love,
Rev Run :)
a distraction
Can I play you something?
I know you don’t have time, though, you’ve got a million other things to do that you consider far better, more productive undertakings
more important things to sweat over & sprout gray hairs worrying about
you don’t really seem like the type to fall for pretty words & vain repetitions
but poetry is different
this metronome snare & heartbreak bass’ll make you bob your head instead of hang it
if only for the moment-- sometimes it’s okay to be distracted for a few minutes
I know you’re so busy
too busy for me, but i heard this song & it reminded me of you-- I heard your smile in it, heard your heart’s music in the melody
& I’m just hoping I can change your mind
listen for a while & I’m hoping I can change the way that you smile
right now it looks as if only your mouth knows, like he alone got the memo that we should be happy even though
we should still glow in spite of this dim aura of melancholy-- I got a song that’ll make your teeth stop keepin secrets from your eyes & heart
make ‘em let your heavy spirit in on the corny joke he heard the other day
I know you’re content with that fraction of joy
but baby I’m selfish
I need your smile more than you do
believe it or not, you & me ain’t so different
I got a million worries makin my throat swell, a thick & humid air in my chest & a constricting of muscles every time I go to inhale, to confess
but the priest is never there when I go
I guess maybe he’s on lunch
though I go quite often
I wish there were someone else to help me repent but who do I pray to when no one has
the decency.
the heart.
the fuggin sense of urgency to take my hand off the detonator
there’s a time bomb on my chest set to God knows when so when I smile it’s more like a grimace
I cringe because it hurts to smile-- baby I need your light more than you’ll ever know
so please listen to my song-- let it take you back to better days when a smile was as easy as breathing is supposed to be
reality is spiraling all around me
so self-regarding martyr that I am,
I’ll ask you one more time—
I need to hear your smile. to drown out this incessant
Tick
Tick
Ticking
the quiet of death’s heart is so annoying these days
so please…
can I play you something?
i support this
"aside from my belief that females can't really be friends for too long, i think most people are conditioned to find wack ass friends.
not directly taught this - but taught to live in boxes, thereby putting their friends in one - or selecting friends that won't tear their box sides down.
no no no. choose friends wisely.
choose the friends that will support you.
choose the friends that will show up at show openings and curtain closings.
choose the friends that get your mom's number just in case some shit goes down 'cause they know she's your emergency contact.
choose the friends who will answer when you call."from the blog of Darnell Lamont Walker
i want a love like...
"i had a conversation with a beautiful woman who can't cook. "your mom had hopes you'd marry a banker who'd take care of you," i said. then she said "that's boring." i agreed. i told her about the poems, and artwork and songs that should be dedicated to her. she deserves spontaneity. so i'm about to teach her to cook & swim & live like me.
maybe one day she'll fall in love with a man like me and remember why. "from the blog of Darnell Lamont Walker
... i want to find this man. & let him conquer me. with no sexual implications intended.
a dude like this makes me believe in love again.
even if only for a few stanzas.
random realization #2094
sometimes i get so wrapped up in fixing things that i confuse trying to be a good friend with trying to be God. i forget that sometimes the actual rescue isn't my job per say, sometimes i'm just the one that swims out to you & waits with you until the rescue chopper comes. sits & comforts you. distracts you from your current situation if need be. the peacemaker. i can't do much as far as removing you from the predicament you're in but i promise i won't leave you alone. promise i won't leave you to fight on your own.
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