Poetry and Thoughts

Brazen Righteousness

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Brazen Righteousness

Brazen Righteousness Is a volcanic expression of passion for all that is true For things that are pure It is total abandonment in living for God in all that you do It is a radical departure from the deceptive grip of religion That only keeps people from living in a flow of tangible freedom Are you listening You’d better pay attention Most of us are slippin or sleepin and not being who God made us to be Instead we’re living life with an apology, Should be dancing extravagantly with purpose as our music and His love our confidence as we slay the giants that stand in our way and say we can’t We claim He’s King of kings and Lords of lords but we live such a predictable life that is bored Not too much different that the children of this world Except we abuse His grace by living a hypocritical disjointed lukewarm semi-commited non repentive “I’m blessed” attitude on our face Caked with makeup so thick We can’t feel our skin Below the surface it’s become thin We get rattled in the battle and retreat back to our neat churches and passive pastors who pat us and then bury us In the grave – we then asked “what has happened?” If we do make it to the city who’s street are made of gold it’s by fire       have no treasure stored Because all we did was horde Our time, money, and affection for others was retained, withheld because we judged people and didn’t forgive anyone a thing …even ourselves Plead with God for a quickening to get brazen To deny yourself the deception and distraction of this sickening religion Bare your true heart before a Holy God He knows who you are Stop tripping in pretending Repent of every false affection Rest from the pretense of your own effort in trying to earn His perfect love Yield Be still Breath in the need for God alone No need to.perform Its why He gave His son Believe on Him Rely on Him Follow Him Born of a virgin Walked among men Died on a cross and rose again Defeated death Conquered the grave Only in Him will your life be saved No other dare compare No other has power to set free No other has the authority to declare you blessed and to anointed you with a holy boldness to live your life in Brazen Righteousness! Share...

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The Vote

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The Vote Reflects the heart Reveals what’s believed Exposes what we have departed from in our values as a nation Bespeaks an orientation to an ideology that’s contrary to the values and convictions of our souls The ballot has power over our beliefs When our beliefs should set our vote in motion We are hypocrites refusing to stand on these. .. in which  we live and breathe And say we see Our vote is a sign of devotion God will demand our vote to come forth It will show how we  Honored Him Denied Him Lied on Him Or stood for Him Protect your vote  It is a testimony of your soul A reflection of the direction in which you go and will go Hold Hold Hold Your vote is worth much more than gold In your heaven Father sight Share...

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William Speaks at Center of Praise

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William Speaks at Center of Praise

William Owens will be performing live poems based on his latest book, Naked Before God – Words That Express My Heart In light increased turmoil of our nation with killings of people and police officers, William will be presenting a new work to speak to this national crises. It is entitled Identity. Center Of Praise Church Pastor Joseph Sissac When: Sat, July 9, 4pm – 8pm Where: 1228 23rd St, Sacramento, CA 95816, USA (map) Description: Seeing God in the Arts Share...

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Scars

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Scars

Sure, I have some emotional luggage. It’s painful but that’s how I know He’s real. Without the pain, I could never experience the reality of His healing balm and the power He has to calm the storms that rage and attempt to cage my mind from time to time.  (No poem intended here… it just rolled). Scars reflects what we all experience and the hope of what the end can mean when you yield to Him.         Scars Scars   Hidden deep within the reservoirs of our beings Traced back to times past Shadows Alleys Thin corridors That trap us into a vortex of regret That grip us with crippling pain around our necks Anger Resentment And…can’t think Again and again and again This ride is sick     What of it Who is it The scar I can feel it Smell it Defiled Deformed Not how I was born How I became When life came my way   I dress myself Put gloss on my face Smile to cover the evidence Of my current state Limited Bound Off guard I do frown   Push back Closed up Bottled up Messed up But you can’t tell Because I’m dressed up Gloss on my face To hide the trace That leads to the scar On my heart   Screaming but can’t be heard Running but can’t outrun Winning but can’t win enough Losing again what I’ve already lost before   Pulling skin like a crazy man Ripping veins deep within Metaphorically of course Actually it’s worse   Scars Mar Rearrange the site Misdirect the fight Allusions Of the worse outcome Create fear that makes one run Disillusioned Confusion Rooted in that line upon the heart That damn scar   No antidote at the store No drink can restore Money? That’s funny Most strinks stink Friends? What’s that   One source alone can Dissolve Remove Restore Make new   Go back to that entry way Go back until you find the place See it Feel it Grab hold now… Forgive it Forgive them And live again This alone can remove that damning scar Within… Upon… And around Your heart Deeper than the skin that covers us Not always drawing blood from us Scars upon the heart [/private] Share...

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My Worth

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My worth will not be defined by who I am What I’ve done The clothes I wear Style of my hair The zoot of my suit The heat of my flair Not determined by how much I’ve lost Failures that stare at me throughout the night Can’t count the times I’ve tried to get it right I’m someone in the Fathers sight He sees me perfect in Christ No need to strive to prove a thing It’s alright Cause His love is perfect His grace overwhelming His patience expansive His mercy contagious My worth is found in the finished work of His Son… Jesus the Christ In Him I live I move I have my being I’m alive Cause in my Fathers eyes I’m worth it Share...

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I’m writing as I live

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As I face each day’s challenges, I write. Whatever the challenge, the struggle, the disappointment, mis-judgement of myself or of others, if the Lord quickens me, I write. I encourage you to write too, it will provide a release for your soul and insight into your hearts issues. It doesn’t mean it will make sense, but it will begin a journey that God has ordained as long as you yield your life to Him. Write and share the journey with others. Share...

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Refugee

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Refugee

      Refugees             My eyes open in the morning Seeking for redemption From the agony of suffering in the grip of misery forced upon me as a refugee Misplaced without reason Abandoned to the treason of evil contrived by dark hearts bent on the death of innocence because of an inheritance of historic rhetoric? My skin I chose not My eyes My hair, My voice are no less beautiful than yours We breath the same air My dreams for love My hope for child in my chest is for rest from the sentence of this death I cry to be free To be seen as a human being Not merely as a refugee I speak not of those in far away lands Trapped by borders Hemmed in by men with guns, axes with wicked devices planned I speak of my soul Trapped within the control of vices that make me bound not free We are all refugees Seeking for a place to call home To find rest To reset To quite the cries of our love ones near us To bereave others hung on a cross before our face Raped and maimed Left for dead Even some I’ve seen behead I at all cost will endure land and sea For chance at life I’m driven For the same reason as you Desire for freedom Hope for liberty The dream of no longer being called a refugee Death has no grip on me Fear is prisoner of God’s perfect love I with sole faith in Christ Will rise above Joy not bound by hate Redemption mine by faith We all are refugees in need My eyes open in the morning My heart at peace within I know through Christ I’m free No matter what land I’m in I yield to His compassion made real – so real to me As I do so to them I have done so to Him To do all I can to show His love to those who like me are refugees… who can be made free. Share...

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Dangerous Wonders

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Dangerous Wonders

      Dangerous Wonders Dangerous wonder is calling me Away from my complacency From the drudgery of doing the nothingness Of the life that I think I see That I want That I feel A life of mimicking the crowd Prisoners of a matrix Illusion created by fear driven anxiety Maligning Contriving a false narrative about me To arrest Destroy Make void My destiny Dangerous wonder is calling me Into the sphere of the unknown Yet more real than eye can see Spiritual realms Angelic host Vision imparted Where faith rules And children dream and fly To places unknown To the natural mind Not seen by eye…. of flesh I’ve gotten lost In the shuffle of a life of a lie Pursuing the goal of living Possessing Eating and dressing Filled with the temporal Existing outwardly Inwardly I have died Lost the vision of my childhood I no longer thrive Press for the prize I simply master existing Not being alive Dangerous wonder is calling me No loud voice demanding my attention Threatening for my affection Twisting my brain with insane images of condemnation It be a soft voice deep within my true self Reminding me of dreams, visions and careless abandonment To a higher place of purpose A fearlessness Carefree glee Cape on my back I’m going to fly…. High Taking rides in realms unseen by mortal eye More real Than country tis of thee Beyond the zip code where I live This chain The trap This lie The grip of society on my brain, taking me prisoner with chain Creating pain within my soul Has stolen my why… I am lost and know it not Successful at what? Possessed by possessions No longer dreaming Just leaning on props.. made of wood, stubble and hay All soon to whither away Be blown by the winds of change Less we embrace the dangerous wonder Given by God who is our truest friend A journey beyond the pale, stale temporal sphere Into a world beyond the gaze of eye Only seen by children at heart Running through fields of dreams Laughing with joy unfeigned Daringly embracing the call Rising above it all To fly high Past the sky With cape on tight In childlike faith Taking up the fight Of dangerous wonder No shame No fear No regret or retreat only magnificent delight As I answer God’s call that has called me That is calling me That will call me throughout my life. In and through His Son Jesus the Risen Christ!               Share...

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I Am Woman

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I Am Woman

      I Am Woman   I’m placed where I was not made to be Others have put a false value on me Who are they to put me here Assuming I would remain silent and simply disappear As if insignificant to the symphony of each soul created with a unique melody Necessary for hormony of the majestic plan of God for me I submit myself to misery, abuse and pain Anguish of heart confusion of mind Is my diet with tears that season my meal with salt when it drys Tortured with voices that tell me I am less because I am woman By awesome design My heart is seeking to rise From this choking shadow of a lie Inside my deepest soul I know I am beautiful beyond mere eyes …hips to hold …breast for child to rest …and for men to caress And I’ll tell you why I Am Woman of God Who speaks to me through the stars at night Who gives me pleasure in being so unique to Him Made for Him To bring forth life To nurture To cuddle To exhort all mankind Man would merely exist being made one at a time from the vanity of his mind It is woman who brings out the uniqueness found in his chest That men find rest of heart from battles fought That men can trust me with their deepest cry Through me that men come forth from the womb in which they have been given me from his loins I Am Woman Twisted I can be without understanding my amazing ability Trapping men instead of edifying them Thinking indifference of the woman who threatens my space Worse of all thinking less of myself With punishing slashes of contemptiable ideas that suppress my uniqueness That validiate my enemies Subjugate my identity I Am Woman My color brightens the day My smile sends waves across the land My hands hold tenderly souls Wipes away the tears from each eye I am woman I must arise To carry forth this color and paint the land as God has ordained I am woman There is no other color Like me I am woman Let me be Share...

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Extravagant Passion

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Extravagant Passion

  Performed March 18, 2016 | Denver, CO   I relish in the presence of a coherent ever loving, irresistible, incomprehensible lover Who like no other has captured my heart arrested my affections Divested my reason Ignited my passion   Removed the cold indifference of stale judgments of myself Condemning unrelenting harshness that has paralyzed my life Boring my day Snoring while walking Saying words not really talking Just mumbling, grumbling desperate to make sense of something… I call life   I’m lulled in dull colors In a cubicle Looking a pictures of where I really want to be On mountain top Riding waves Living extravagantly with passion Being raptured each moment with wild abandonment in pursuit of the one who pursues me to no end Till I am filled to the brim with amazement bursting out of me Experiencing passion extravagantly   Don’t need imitations offered by religion Rules that stagnate the impulsiveness of vision Stimulants to numb the pain With a false high from grass, food, sex and even that cain   I’m living spontaneity of purpose fueled with passionate waves of Wreck less love that brake the chains that bound me down beneath the ground of superficiality Robbing me of my authenticity   Get off me!   I can frolic Fall to the ground Laugh out loud Grab hold and swing like a little child – on my Heavenly Fathers neck   Looking into His eyes ignited with extravagant passion Because – He’s so proud of who he’s created me to be – a reflection – of Himself in me – I’m made in His image – you see   No need to fret Live in regret Be the pet of demons that attack – with darts that are fiery stings of condemnation Seeking to hold me to this plantation of existing not living Apologizing not aggrandizing on what God knows of me His love so tenderly embracing the spirit of who I really am   Not because of performances I perform to conform to a sense of duty A guilt driven Pride ridden Delusional imagery – of a God whose always angry   Waiting for me to tip Him a tithe To go to church and perch Saying prayers with rhetorical words – others give me Laced with learned fear imparted by tradition – that imprisons Always working to meet the conditions – that others have taught I’m withering inside this legalistic, man made draught Such are enemies of the liberty That’s mine by faith alone – in the work that He – Jesus – has done   With aggression of indignation I cast off this disruption of the expression of extravagant passion that is mine to have, to hold to posses inside my soul.   I no longer subscribe to the well scripted lie That to live is to exist – amongst souls not made alive. To be decent, respectful for disgraceful agendas that placate my face To never agitate the order of things To uproot poisonist origins – that spray me with an identity defined by a twisted society A culture that continues to rediscover the same same, never becoming sane Wanting to even change the nature of things Birds can’t swim and monkeys still swings on trees that will never hug me –...

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