The Never-ending, Moveable Banquet: September 2010

The Pigeons

The Pigeons

(September 23, 2010)

Come and gone Come and gone

Sun has risen Rain has fallen

Burns on my back Scorchings of the ages

Scars of summers come Forgings of winters gone

My skin glistening Marble reflecting this daylight

They come and go Come and go

These pigeons they land and Fly they fly away

Here today Gone tomorrow

And I will always Always I will be here

Bearing summer Braving winters

Constant Constant Constant Constant

I am a pledge A carving in stone

The statue The statue of marble

Wars have begun Wars have ended

Old blood once spilled New life now born

The sky it is running Fast across above me

Gray and white White and gray

The bells are ringing The sky is racing

And I watch And I see

And I wait And I love

The sky it moves My breath breathed into me

They always come Come and go

It is always come Come and gone

And I am here I am still here

If you stop If you stop to look at me

Then you might You might then see me

And stay with me Stay and not fly away...

The pigeons they always The pigeons are always landing

They land and fly They land then fly away

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Walk On This Water

Walk On This Water

September 19, 2010

To strike this strong current with my oar

Is the only thought I hold in sight

To rage against the falling of this flow

Is the only force that hands this oar

Rage rage Strike and rage

South it falls and North I follow

How long must I rage

How far must I strike

This river forces downwards

But I fight on upwards

My strength; it is aching

I will throw my oar away; and instead

I will walk

On this water

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Hell

Hell

September 14, 2010

They said to me “speak”

When I spoke they struck my face

They said “show us your hand”

And my hand they then cut off

They said to me “stand up”

And then they cut me down

And so it ends I am in hell

Because I followed all they said

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Save Me

My Door.
I took this photo in Portovenere, Italian Riviera, Italia, in the the year 2010.
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Save Me

September 14, 2010

The black flies fall like

Black sesame seeds

Through a funnel

Through the funnel of time

The black pestilence falls

Stripped

I have lost the plagues

I once identified

But alas!

They fall

Only to rise up again

Like a black ghost

A black ghost built from

A million pieces

It rises again and

Falls again

Only to rise again!

Chaos

This is the true hell

The hell like

I have never seen one

Before; hide me away

Hide me away in the

Windows of my port

Where the stones meet the

Sea and the seagulls fly

Hide me away between

The door and the iron gate

Where the windows see the

Water and the seagulls fly

This pestilence

It haunts me

This blackness

It falls and rises

Confusion

Into the rocks the steps the cliffs

Rising from the sea; the Ligurian

Back to the eternal waters blue and green

Where rock is swallowed by sea

And I will sit in my window

Again; and they cannot find me

Hide me

Where they cannot touch me

I want no part in this

Take me home

Save me

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Certain Innocence

Certain Innocence

(September 6, 2010)

I don’t despise atheists. In fact, there is something wonderful about the soul of the atheist. The atheist possesses an inner awareness of the majesty and glory and true power of God. And he simply does not see this in the God prepared by organized religion in churches and fed to people in churches and in religion classes in school and in Sunday School. He cannot reconcile his inner awareness of who God is, with the God as wrapped up and prepared and presented by organized religion. There is a disparity. A separation. And because of this he tells himself that he does not believe in God and therefore categorizes himself into an atheist or one who does not believe in God.

But to you I say– what makes you think that God wants to be watered down and prepared and cut up and molded and tied down and shaped and washed and then served in a church? What makes you think that the God they speak of is what God really is? Do not think that God is happy to be taken and defined and used as a tool to control people and earn money.

The atheist thinks he does not believe in God. But I don’t believe in the God that he doesn’t believe in, either. I believe in the God that he will accept no other versions of.

The atheist is not evil. The atheist possesses the innocence of a child who has been separated from his true father and will accept no other replacements for. He walks around refusing to be fostered by any replacements. He only needs to know that his real Father is there. Yes, there is a certain rebellion. But this is the rebellion of love.

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To Be Beautiful

To Be Beautiful

(July 26, 2010)

If you want to glow with beauty; make sure that everything you do is done from the heart. If you want to have gorgeous eyes; when you look at others look into their souls, past everything else and look straight into their souls. If you want to be unforgettable; always remember others. Remember others for who they are and never forget their importance, even down to the smallest importance.

If you want grace and class; be sure to always own the inner desire to touch people in such a way that they may meet the angels and Heaven in your embrace.

If you want to be famous; always walk with the knowledge that people may very well be far more wonderful than you think they are.

Forget about being a sudden spark and a floating, flickering flame that is easily blown away. Instead, desire to be imprinted upon every soul that you meet, and to leave your imprints upon every beautiful patch of air that you breathe.

If you want to be loved and cherished, desire to love and desire to cherish and desire these with a burning passion.

This is how to be beautiful.

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"I am a flawed person. A brook with many stones, a clear blue sky with many blackbirds. I have many shortcomings. A rainbow that’s not long enough, a starry night with clouds. But I can only be thankful to the God who loves me just this way, and I can only be grateful to the people in my life who accept the clear blue sky with many blackbirds and who are patient with the rainbow that isn’t long enough. And because of this, I am taught love, because of this I love my God, and I love these people."— C. JoyBell C.

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