I tried explaining this to someone, but all eloquence escaped me. I couldn't remember what got hot, who was cold, why it was thick, when it was thin, and where it all went. My mind was finally relieved by another. All that mattered was the sand was grand, the water was warm, the rain was cool, the wine was fine, and the towels were dry. But now I'm stuck back thinking...
In summer sun, the ocean warms
It stays that way, night and day
The land will change, fast they say
From cool at night, to hot in day
So in the dark, land grows cold
But water remains, warm and bold
Cold air is dense, and warm air thin
I think that’s right, repeat again
Wind it flows, did you know
Where pressure lends, from high to low
With all that said, confusing rhyme
Stop the poem, take some time
On typical summer nights...the ocean remains constant in temperature, but the land cools at a rapid rate. This cools air above it, which increases density, resulting in higher pressure over land than water, thereby causing wind to blow offshore...giving calm beaches in the morning.
Therefore in morn, the ocean pulls
Air we breathe, from land to sea
And grooms offshore, tranquility
On typical summer days...the ocean remains constant in temperature, but the land heats at a rapid rate. This heats air above it, which decreases density, resulting in lower pressure over land than water, thereby causing wind to blow onshore...giving rough beaches in the afternoon.
Hence past noon, sun scorched land
Will suck the wind, back onshore again
And chop the sea, into memory
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Improper Rigging
I did what any kid would do when they turn 16…work hard
during the summer and scrounge up enough cash to buy an old used sailboat…a 16 foot
long Hobie Cat. I don’t know where the
urge came from, but there was no stopping it.
I woke up one day and wanted to sail.
It was in my blood. My father
grew up riding waves together in California with the uncle of Andy and Bruce
Irons (two of the best surfers in the world).
My grandfather was a captain in the Air Force during World War II. I wanted to ride both mediums…air and water,
and to feel a fraction of what the explorers, pirates, and salts of history
felt. I wished to change latitude in a
combustion-free mind numbing state of silence, be subjected to the hand of
God, and reckon with conditions beyond my control.
In my corner cutting crow’s path, I found myself centered
two miles offshore from the crescent shaped beach.
Not until my furthest unplanned point from land, did one cloud expand. The white and blue collapsed into a monotonous
grey. I held my path southeast as the
storm rolled northeast. It won’t catch
me, I’ll make it around. Wrong. Another cell popped up to the east and in minutes darkness was above me. The wind
increased. The rain came. A squall was born over my head and I was no
longer sailing for sport. I was sailing
for safety.
The worst was over. Sparing logistical talk, I could not right the boat for a variety of reasons…some my fault, some not. Despite the threatening affair, I was lucky. The storm dissipated and there was no electricity being drawn toward my aluminum lightning rod mast. Neither were there any sharks to my knowledge. Although it crossed my mind…given that my peeled back toe nail was gushing blood in the same zone a friend had hooked 3 large sharks while fishing the week before.
So at least I read a book first. That didn’t help. I could not even rig the boat without help
from a friend’s father who had experience. It seems a complicated and awkward
contraption out of water, yet so much simpler than any mechanically
driven device. The sails are as pistons
catching an explosion of air. The hulls literally
engineered like aero plane wings. The
sailor adorns his ropes, cables, and connections like a spider
spinning his web. Once in water and
paired with wind she finds herself comfortable at home, with every part in use
and set in proper tension…forming the oceanic threshold for utilitarian beauty. With nothing
else, she will sail for as long as the sailor can hold on and as far as the air
reaches.
It only takes one to rig a Hobie Cat, but two to connect the
mast. I have sailed as many times solo as I have
with a friend, yet when alone it has never failed that during setup, an intrigued
bystander will offer a hand right when needed.
If I were to assemble my boat at a
desolate lake, without doubt, a stranger would appear to help.
People are drawn to a sailboat.
Nearly every sail, I learn something new, whether through
revelation or failure. Most often, it’s
failure. I’m novice in many regards, but
skilled enough to be stubborn. It
doesn’t take a sailor to realize that storms are the greatest danger and
flipping your boat is second greatest. Pirates might be third, but there is too much
law and not enough bounty.
In my years, I’ve flipped it with my father, friends, an unwavering girl, and by myself. I’m running out of volunteers.
Sometimes I’ve been able to right the boat and continue sailing without
any more than a wet laugh and redemptive scream. Other times, there was more to
digest...shrouds breaking, mast falling, ropes nearly severing my neck, coast
guard reports, snapped off rudders flying through the air like daggers,
getting trapped underwater below sails, falling through the sail, getting cut
on oyster bars, outgoing tides offshore at dusk with no one in sight,
falling to water from an incorrectly tied trapeze knot and nearly losing the
boat, being pestered by marine patrol while looping around a legitimate race, chasing
an unmanned motor boat adrift in heavy offshore winds after tequila shots, and
perfecting 40 miles alone on my 30th birthday.
But let me tell you about one recent story….an abnormal
weather pattern had set in late summer offering rare days of consistent strong winds. All conditions were
lining up to make a solo run 20 miles south to visit my family. My life had begun to revolve around the
wind. Only its direction and strength
altered my decisions on whether to surf, fish, sail, or rest. Today was a day to sail…but there was one season
specific danger involved – afternoon storms.
The later I got started, the higher percentage chance of getting caught in
one. It was a calculated risk. I took it.
My confidence level was high and worst case I planned on staying close
to shore the entire duration. So I
sailed. The next land mass point on the
horizon was straight ahead from the exit jetty and so I held a tight line
sailing 10 miles in less than one hour.
Conditions were raw but even; the wind steady but strong. The sea was rough, but my hulls cut through swells like a trite hot knife on butter.
Clouds were forming, but none to my concern…yet. 
I’m guessing the winds ramped above 25 mph with gusts in the upper 30's. The mph to knot conversion always
slips my mind. I never was good at tying
knots either. You would think I should
know all this in the middle of a storm.
Hey, I did read the book…and knew how to balance and steer. But none of that mattered. Whatever the wind, sweet sixteen was slicing
through water at the same speed or greater.
Her nose split the sea like a busted open fire hydrant. Whatever my skill, there was no way out…easy
or hard. My hat began fluttering to the
point of distraction. I tipped it to the
water as a peace offering and to allow my eyes full focus. Besides…there was no sun.
My heart beat, knees shook, and real fear crept through my
body. The boat nearly blew over 3 times…once
I stood vertical on its side with the mast parallel to sea, but was able to
lean back enough to drop her level again.
I was near the edge of the storm…and almost through it. But there lay the squall line. Winds were whipping in more than one
direction. Rapidly. The boat was in frightened tension. The sails began speaking…vibrating a
warning. Something was in the air...beside wind. If I sailed left, I risked
pitch pole (nose diving at extreme speed).
If I sailed right, I would re-enter the storm. If there was an answer, I never knew it. The boat pitch poled in dramatic fashion. I went overboard. One minute later the wind died, the sky cleared,
and my sunglasses were 50 some feet below me.The worst was over. Sparing logistical talk, I could not right the boat for a variety of reasons…some my fault, some not. Despite the threatening affair, I was lucky. The storm dissipated and there was no electricity being drawn toward my aluminum lightning rod mast. Neither were there any sharks to my knowledge. Although it crossed my mind…given that my peeled back toe nail was gushing blood in the same zone a friend had hooked 3 large sharks while fishing the week before.
So I fought to no avail for an hour to right the boat, all
the while drifting toward shore at one mile per hour. By then I was exhausted, dehydrated, nauseous,
and nearing a vomit. An ambulance and
fire truck were seen flashing lights on the beach, but I was still a mile
offshore…and only needed water.
Apparently some boys onshore had called 911 when they saw me disappear in
the storm. Then the sheriff arrived in
his twin engine offshore boat. That didn’t
help either. He seemed more concerned
about not losing his rope and getting my personal information in the midst of a
dire situation. I’ll spare further comment in that regard. Should I send him a bill for damaging
my mast? After another hour on side, I
was nearing the sandbar forcing the sheriff to leave. As I began to abandon ship and swim for shore,
3 fellows appeared paddling out to help.
The four of us were able to right the boat just before landfall. As I nearly collapsed in the sand, the storm
reappeared with greater force…but I was dry this time. While splitting beers with my newfound friends
and swapping stories, the local news van came scouting the beach looking for
remnants of the scene that had passed.
We remained hid and parted ways.
The adrenaline flowed for at least 24 hours. I felt alive and great for a week. The only real loss…my Go Pro waterproof
camera cut off film ten minutes before the storm.
All evidence of disaster was gone with the wind. Regardless, the experience was mine alone…and
for those that hear and read it.
“Life is short, break
the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and
never regret anything that made you smile. Twenty years from now you will be
more disappointed by the things you didn't do, than by the ones you did. So
throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in
your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain
Monday, July 15, 2013
Shuffle Court
I seem to only write when I’m sad. It’s an outlet, or an inlet that lets things flow out. It’s like talking to yourself, but taking the effort to define all those thoughts in black and white. If you decide to share, it’s like talking without listening. To what avail? The unselfishness of sharing may be defeated by the selfishness of speaking.
A fragment is considered err by the laws of language. I consider grammar to be vanity at some degree...man made rules. Does it really matter, the fork, the spoon, the knife…how they lay? The name of the color forces a meaningless opinion and jades the eye. Thought has no boundary; therefore illustration of thought must have no restriction. Rules only become a line of reference for understanding. My sentence short of a subject or verb is correct. My thoughts are as such…disjointed. Short. Strange?
As writing is an illustration of thought, pictures are an illustration of reality. Both are reminiscent of the past. Whatever is read now in words was thought in the past, and whatever photograph seen today was taken yesterday. Everything we read and see in saved form is looking back. Eventually all will turn to fossil, whether buried in the ground or stored in the network cloud. Truth in full essence only exists in the passing moment. What becomes of the truth after its initial raw expression and what is gained from study of the fossil, is left to the unguided imagination of another generation. The future can never be known, but neither will the past be recalled without mistake. Perhaps memories are better left to memory…and memory is meant to fade. What is forgotten can never be wrong, and what is lost makes room for the future.
Enough fruitless philosophy. After listening to The Gambler by Kenny Rogers, I unexpectedly played poker for the first time in years…and lost. I folded with the right hand and bet with the wrong hand. Metaphors aside, I regained my heart…worth more than any plastic chips or gold coins. I found hope in another hopeless romantic. Two negatives make a positive in algebra, but do those rules apply between people? Does hopeless + hopeless = hope? Or am I just crazy? The latter sounds less crazy. In the words from a song I quoted before by Trace Adkins, “forget mathematical equations”.
Since it’s the last day of national poetry month (or was when I wrote this) and I’m still a hopeless romantic (my algebraic metaphorical equation failed), let me share another chopped up less than stellar set of rhyming thoughts that never went anywhere. This was at first inspired years ago by a stranger which I never met and evolved into a dedication for my friends getting married at the oldest operational set of shuffleboard courts in the world. Don’t ask how I plan on proposing. People have tried, but that secret is reserved indefinitely. And regardless of chemistry or math, hope is never really lost in my world.
So here we stand
On these courts
Shuffleboard
A game of sorts
Ninety years
Slid history
That won’t change
You or me
From far across
I caught your eye
Right there below
The string lit sky
Circles collide
Chitter chatter
Time sits still
No more matter
Don’t push heavy
Or be so slight
Chalkboard is clean
No score tonight
Stay off the line
No room for doubt
Cause it's all in
Or it's all out
Strange folk will try
So hard to block
Knock us around
Tic tock tic tock
No end in sight
It’s just the start
To share a life
Without part
A fragment is considered err by the laws of language. I consider grammar to be vanity at some degree...man made rules. Does it really matter, the fork, the spoon, the knife…how they lay? The name of the color forces a meaningless opinion and jades the eye. Thought has no boundary; therefore illustration of thought must have no restriction. Rules only become a line of reference for understanding. My sentence short of a subject or verb is correct. My thoughts are as such…disjointed. Short. Strange?
As writing is an illustration of thought, pictures are an illustration of reality. Both are reminiscent of the past. Whatever is read now in words was thought in the past, and whatever photograph seen today was taken yesterday. Everything we read and see in saved form is looking back. Eventually all will turn to fossil, whether buried in the ground or stored in the network cloud. Truth in full essence only exists in the passing moment. What becomes of the truth after its initial raw expression and what is gained from study of the fossil, is left to the unguided imagination of another generation. The future can never be known, but neither will the past be recalled without mistake. Perhaps memories are better left to memory…and memory is meant to fade. What is forgotten can never be wrong, and what is lost makes room for the future.
Enough fruitless philosophy. After listening to The Gambler by Kenny Rogers, I unexpectedly played poker for the first time in years…and lost. I folded with the right hand and bet with the wrong hand. Metaphors aside, I regained my heart…worth more than any plastic chips or gold coins. I found hope in another hopeless romantic. Two negatives make a positive in algebra, but do those rules apply between people? Does hopeless + hopeless = hope? Or am I just crazy? The latter sounds less crazy. In the words from a song I quoted before by Trace Adkins, “forget mathematical equations”.
Since it’s the last day of national poetry month (or was when I wrote this) and I’m still a hopeless romantic (my algebraic metaphorical equation failed), let me share another chopped up less than stellar set of rhyming thoughts that never went anywhere. This was at first inspired years ago by a stranger which I never met and evolved into a dedication for my friends getting married at the oldest operational set of shuffleboard courts in the world. Don’t ask how I plan on proposing. People have tried, but that secret is reserved indefinitely. And regardless of chemistry or math, hope is never really lost in my world.
So here we stand
On these courts
Shuffleboard
A game of sorts
Ninety years
Slid history
That won’t change
You or me
From far across
I caught your eye
Right there below
The string lit sky
Circles collide
Chitter chatter
Time sits still
No more matter
Don’t push heavy
Or be so slight
Chalkboard is clean
No score tonight
Stay off the line
No room for doubt
Cause it's all in
Or it's all out
Strange folk will try
So hard to block
Knock us around
Tic tock tic tock
No end in sight
It’s just the start
To share a life
Without part
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Wake Up
I’ve written several poems before, but this is something different. Instead of spending countless hours and intermittent days thinking, dreaming, writing, reading, and rewriting to form matching stanzas with equal syllables and trite rhyming patterns of disjointed thought, I decided to just pop this out in one hour of unhindered inspiration. Hopefully it flows better. The more editing, the less natural it becomes. I’ve never been eloquent in speech though.
“And it doesn’t have to rhyme, so don’t you feed me a line” - Blues Traveler (Run Around)
I’ve realized that rhyming is to some degree a lie. It’s the changing of words to make them sound better. But isn’t that what all writing attempts? The truth does not rhyme; neither is it attractive. So I am searching for a balance between truth and beauty.
My friend compared me to a horrible version of Charles Bukowski or Arthur Rimbaud. Not knowing them and having only read one of each of their poems, I’m flattered by any comparison. It seems all too simple to write freely in their style…but beautiful things are simple. I was told not to reinvent poetry and learn proper forms. However, I still wish to write on blank slate like my first post explained. Besides, why spend precious hours learning and reading poetry when I can write my own…
Silence shattered
Darkness broken
Sleeping ends
Life begins
Wake up dizzy
Wash the stars from your head
The sleep from your eyes
Lay back down
Get back up
The sun is calling for a new day
Answer it or get left behind
What coat should I wear?
The color for today
Is different from yesterday
But the same as before
Unlock the door
Open the door
Shut the door
Lock the door
The other door
Did I forget to lock the door?
Turn the key
Start the car
Pick a song
Let someone else pick it
Pick a station
Fill up with gas
There's a sale everyday
Every day is special
I can't get no satisfaction
Hit the gas
Stop
Go
Stop
Go
Turn the wheel
Not that wheel
The steering wheel
Don’t stop yet, you just started
Rolling stones
60 miles per hour
The cows stand still and stare
60 minutes per hour
The sun rises on the horizon
The wheel in the sky keeps on turning
Journey is classic
Open the door
Get out
Close the door
Set the alarm
Another alarm
Another door
Another door
The computer is sleeping
Stare at the screen
The world is flat
Read
Turn the page
There is no page
Nostalgia is forgotten
Write
Listen
Speak
Count
Teach
Learn
Drink
The sun stares from above
Eat
Yawn
Make someone else yawn
Wonder why it's contagious
I wish I could take a nap
They take siestas in Spain
Why can’t we?
It’s America baby
I’m so busy
I’m so bored
I don’t have time to act busy
Shut up and be happy
Change your own damn diaper
Burp
Fart
Joke
Laugh
Moan
Groan
Think
Thank
Fall in a dunk tank
Forgive
Don’t forget
What did I do today?
It doesn’t matter
LOVE
Does matter
Leave the door open
Restart the car
Change the oil
Don’t change the filter
Yet
Errands for tomorrow
Errands for today
Clean the table
Dust on the shelf
Dust in the air
You can’t see it
You can’t stop it
Breathe it in
The light shines
Reminisce
Tuesday’s gone
So is today
The sun is setting
Pray for rain
Pay for food
Cook the food
Pay for gas
Natural gas
Pay the bill
Bill the customer
Get paid
Wine
Dine
Walk away
Come back
Lay down
Talk for free
Talk is cheap
Save your minutes
What a joke
Spend your minutes
Wisely
Life counts
It cannot be counted
There is no price
Squeeze the dog
Shake a hand
Hold the door
Hug your wife
Tightly
For longer than normal
Keep holding her
Don’t let go
I have no wife
Close the open door
Brush your teeth
Don’t flush your life down the toilet
Light a match
Don’t close your eyes
Let them close
Blow out the light
The window is open
Welcome darkness
Silence
Snoring
The sun is gone
The sun is coming
Again
“And it doesn’t have to rhyme, so don’t you feed me a line” - Blues Traveler (Run Around)
I’ve realized that rhyming is to some degree a lie. It’s the changing of words to make them sound better. But isn’t that what all writing attempts? The truth does not rhyme; neither is it attractive. So I am searching for a balance between truth and beauty.
My friend compared me to a horrible version of Charles Bukowski or Arthur Rimbaud. Not knowing them and having only read one of each of their poems, I’m flattered by any comparison. It seems all too simple to write freely in their style…but beautiful things are simple. I was told not to reinvent poetry and learn proper forms. However, I still wish to write on blank slate like my first post explained. Besides, why spend precious hours learning and reading poetry when I can write my own…
Silence shattered
Darkness broken
Sleeping ends
Life begins
Wake up dizzy
Wash the stars from your head
The sleep from your eyes
Lay back down
Get back up
The sun is calling for a new day
Answer it or get left behind
What coat should I wear?
The color for today
Is different from yesterday
But the same as before
Unlock the door
Open the door
Shut the door
Lock the door
The other door
Did I forget to lock the door?
Turn the key
Start the car
Pick a song
Let someone else pick it
Pick a station
Fill up with gas
There's a sale everyday
Every day is special
I can't get no satisfaction
Hit the gas
Stop
Go
Stop
Go
Turn the wheel
Not that wheel
The steering wheel
Don’t stop yet, you just started
Rolling stones
60 miles per hour
The cows stand still and stare
60 minutes per hour
The sun rises on the horizon
The wheel in the sky keeps on turning
Journey is classic
Open the door
Get out
Close the door
Set the alarm
Another alarm
Another door
Another door
The computer is sleeping
Stare at the screen
The world is flat
Read
Turn the page
There is no page
Nostalgia is forgotten
Write
Listen
Speak
Count
Teach
Learn
Drink
The sun stares from above
Eat
Yawn
Make someone else yawn
Wonder why it's contagious
I wish I could take a nap
They take siestas in Spain
Why can’t we?
It’s America baby
I’m so busy
I’m so bored
I don’t have time to act busy
Shut up and be happy
Change your own damn diaper
Burp
Fart
Joke
Laugh
Moan
Groan
Think
Thank
Fall in a dunk tank
Forgive
Don’t forget
What did I do today?
It doesn’t matter
LOVE
Does matter
Leave the door open
Restart the car
Change the oil
Don’t change the filter
Yet
Errands for tomorrow
Errands for today
Clean the table
Dust on the shelf
Dust in the air
You can’t see it
You can’t stop it
Breathe it in
The light shines
Reminisce
Tuesday’s gone
So is today
The sun is setting
Pray for rain
Pay for food
Cook the food
Pay for gas
Natural gas
Pay the bill
Bill the customer
Get paid
Wine
Dine
Walk away
Come back
Lay down
Talk for free
Talk is cheap
Save your minutes
What a joke
Spend your minutes
Wisely
Life counts
It cannot be counted
There is no price
Squeeze the dog
Shake a hand
Hold the door
Hug your wife
Tightly
For longer than normal
Keep holding her
Don’t let go
I have no wife
Close the open door
Brush your teeth
Don’t flush your life down the toilet
Light a match
Don’t close your eyes
Let them close
Blow out the light
The window is open
Welcome darkness
Silence
Snoring
The sun is gone
The sun is coming
Again
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Postcards and Poems
I met a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic the other day. Having common ground is good, right? After a mutual friend introduced us, she mentioned wanting to revisit my “boyfriend application”. Then before I knew it we were alone in the front row of Theatre 11 tossing popcorn at each other and finding ways to laugh through a horrific film in which half the audience walked out on. That was fun.
Wait, an application for what? I literally applied to become her boyfriend over a year ago. I filled out an extensive questionnaire and divulged honestly every unfiltered bit of personal history and information it requested. The document was available to download from her column published online by the local newspaper and returnable via email. I never got the call for an interview.
Anywho, we met again with our friend the very next evening, but this time she invited some dude. He walked in, looked her up and down like a rabid dog at a meat market, smiled at me behind her back, and then told her he doesn't sweat. I was stuck somewhere between pity and laughter. If I wanted to compete, I would sign up for the next episode of 5th Wheel or ElimiDate. So when she asked me stay, I got up and when she asked me to play darts, I put my truck in gear, rolled down the windows, and turned on some country music…
He can't even bait a hook…
Knows how to throw out a line,
But not the kind in a field and stream book
- Justin Moore
My friend told me the next day, I lost. It felt like that…kinda…briefly…but what is this, little league? A woman worth fighting for doesn’t play games.
So while it’s still national poetry month and we’re talking about hopeless romantic fishing stories, here’s another one to relish (minus the dreaded cliché about dating and fish in the sea…please let me never hear that again). I was tarpon fishing a few years back with a childhood crush that had crossed my path again, and she caught a shark instead. This blacktip must have been jealous, angry, hungry, or all the above because he decided to chomp on my knee. The pain wasn’t much, but I lost blood donor eligibility for a while. Days later I received a card in the mail complete with camouflage band aids. I was so taken away, this became my reply...
Postcards and poems
These things that I do
All kinds of meaning
Just to say I like you
I’ll read them out loud
And write them by hand
Stand out in a crowd
Or scribble in sand
I’ll pick up a stone
Wherever I may go
Hold in my pocket
For her, don’t you know?
A dozen red roses
Well that sure is nice
But this girl deserves
More than sugar and spice
If I had a plane
That’s broke and can’t fly
I’d light up a sparkler
And spell names in the sky
I’ll mow half the lawn
And cut out some rhyme
Between blades of grass
Says, will you be mine?
In time, ink will fade
And sands wash away
But good old memories
They always will stay
Good memories indeed, but I never mowed half the lawn. That was something my brother did in our youth…he mowed names out of the tall grass to see before cutting the whole yard. I did however create my own grade school signature while laboring in summer yard work. Zorro was popular at the time, so at some sweltering point in the day I began spraying the letter “Z” in lawns with weed killer. If only I had a cape.
Anywhat, let me know if someone with musical talent desires to convert the above lines into a song...yes, the same non field and stream related lines I'm guilty of writing. A friend developed something along these lines with his guitar...the Key of A (played in the Key of G with capo on second fret). Chords are basically G, C, and D. Harmonica tabs, please?
Anywhere, returning to last weekend…my friend also told me to stop calling out lame Jimmy Buffett quotes that kept randomly popping up that night. Yea they were corny, but so is popcorn and who’s keeping score? Plus, now this song just fits in too many ways...
Boys keep her high as the months go by,
She's getting postcards from the road…
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
Of the sharks that can swim on the land
Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
- Jimmy Buffett
The last shark I caught got released in a frying pan one hour after biting the wrong line.
Anywhy, did I forget to mention the most embarrassing part? Several months before, I had retracted my application to the hopeless romantic and requested she forward it to her friend from Kansas City. So perhaps either interview was a gift to begin with. There was also something about sending a dozen red roses on April Fool’s Day, but that doesn't make sense.
Anywhen, let me stop asking dry hypothetical questions and tell you the strangest coincidence. In the midst of writing this, I decided to dust off an old shoebox from last century and go nostalgia diving. The first thing I found was a postcard from my long lost pen pal girlfriend in Kansas City.
Enough nonsense. I’ve clearly had too much to think and The Gambler by Kenny Rogers just came on…I should listen carefully.
Anyhow, did anyone notice I never said anyway until now but instead wrote anywho, what, where, why, when, and how in that order up above?
Wait, an application for what? I literally applied to become her boyfriend over a year ago. I filled out an extensive questionnaire and divulged honestly every unfiltered bit of personal history and information it requested. The document was available to download from her column published online by the local newspaper and returnable via email. I never got the call for an interview.
Anywho, we met again with our friend the very next evening, but this time she invited some dude. He walked in, looked her up and down like a rabid dog at a meat market, smiled at me behind her back, and then told her he doesn't sweat. I was stuck somewhere between pity and laughter. If I wanted to compete, I would sign up for the next episode of 5th Wheel or ElimiDate. So when she asked me stay, I got up and when she asked me to play darts, I put my truck in gear, rolled down the windows, and turned on some country music…
He can't even bait a hook…
Knows how to throw out a line,
But not the kind in a field and stream book
- Justin Moore
My friend told me the next day, I lost. It felt like that…kinda…briefly…but what is this, little league? A woman worth fighting for doesn’t play games.
So while it’s still national poetry month and we’re talking about hopeless romantic fishing stories, here’s another one to relish (minus the dreaded cliché about dating and fish in the sea…please let me never hear that again). I was tarpon fishing a few years back with a childhood crush that had crossed my path again, and she caught a shark instead. This blacktip must have been jealous, angry, hungry, or all the above because he decided to chomp on my knee. The pain wasn’t much, but I lost blood donor eligibility for a while. Days later I received a card in the mail complete with camouflage band aids. I was so taken away, this became my reply...
Postcards and poems
These things that I do
All kinds of meaning
Just to say I like you
I’ll read them out loud
And write them by hand
Stand out in a crowd
Or scribble in sand
I’ll pick up a stone
Wherever I may go
Hold in my pocket
For her, don’t you know?
A dozen red roses
Well that sure is nice
But this girl deserves
More than sugar and spice
If I had a plane
That’s broke and can’t fly
I’d light up a sparkler
And spell names in the sky
I’ll mow half the lawn
And cut out some rhyme
Between blades of grass
Says, will you be mine?
In time, ink will fade
And sands wash away
But good old memories
They always will stay
Good memories indeed, but I never mowed half the lawn. That was something my brother did in our youth…he mowed names out of the tall grass to see before cutting the whole yard. I did however create my own grade school signature while laboring in summer yard work. Zorro was popular at the time, so at some sweltering point in the day I began spraying the letter “Z” in lawns with weed killer. If only I had a cape.
Anywhat, let me know if someone with musical talent desires to convert the above lines into a song...yes, the same non field and stream related lines I'm guilty of writing. A friend developed something along these lines with his guitar...the Key of A (played in the Key of G with capo on second fret). Chords are basically G, C, and D. Harmonica tabs, please?
Anywhere, returning to last weekend…my friend also told me to stop calling out lame Jimmy Buffett quotes that kept randomly popping up that night. Yea they were corny, but so is popcorn and who’s keeping score? Plus, now this song just fits in too many ways...
Boys keep her high as the months go by,
She's getting postcards from the road…
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
Of the sharks that can swim on the land
Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
- Jimmy Buffett
The last shark I caught got released in a frying pan one hour after biting the wrong line.
Anywhy, did I forget to mention the most embarrassing part? Several months before, I had retracted my application to the hopeless romantic and requested she forward it to her friend from Kansas City. So perhaps either interview was a gift to begin with. There was also something about sending a dozen red roses on April Fool’s Day, but that doesn't make sense.
Anywhen, let me stop asking dry hypothetical questions and tell you the strangest coincidence. In the midst of writing this, I decided to dust off an old shoebox from last century and go nostalgia diving. The first thing I found was a postcard from my long lost pen pal girlfriend in Kansas City.
Enough nonsense. I’ve clearly had too much to think and The Gambler by Kenny Rogers just came on…I should listen carefully.
Anyhow, did anyone notice I never said anyway until now but instead wrote anywho, what, where, why, when, and how in that order up above?
Monday, April 8, 2013
Magma
Since it is national poetry month and I spent ten minutes watching magma ooze on the big screen last night, it seems like a good time to publish the following poem. The imagery was from a local film festival documentary about the perception of “time”…how it was an element of space, the philosophical debate over its existence, hypothetical questions surrounding it, and how nobody can in reality make true sense of it. The obvious joke was the producer failed to show because he didn’t have enough time. One of the fellows interviewed had built a home 30 years ago in Hawaii. Over the last 10 years, lava from nearby volcanic activity slowly destroyed the surrounding lush tropical forest as well as every one of his neighbors’ homes. He was the last man standing amidst a black burning backdrop far as the eye could see. He quoted something similar to, “out here the days drag on and the years fly by.” Since I don’t have enough time to further analyze time, here is something I wrote in 2004 and reworked last year. It’s an enigmatic metaphor about magma/lava and how islands are created slowly over time through volcanic activity...
Down deep inside the devil’s den
Ye mix and meddle in evil spin
Torching the souls sucked within
Carved satan’s face a vicious grin
Formless fury inside his tomb
Trapped behind ocean’s womb
Earth in labor for unknown years
Rainfall above her stricken tears
Suddenly a violent birth
Sets thee free from hell’s girth
Plates divided, time has spoken
Seal of spirits, shaken and broken
Reaching not for heaven’s sky
Only the water surface so high
Darkness remains, but not for long
Translucent light, a lost bird’s song
Catching aloft a gasp of air
Yet waves roll over without care
Stages and ages, hot lava spew
Until high tide no longer flood you
Coconuts roll upon your shore
Plants and animals inhabit galore
Pirates shall come and bury treasure
Leaving no mark nor mile for measure
Papers in bottles, footprints in sand
War and peace, bodies in land
Digging may find vain pure riches
Try not uncover wrath of witches
Centuries pass and long await
The final day of judgment fate
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Bob Marley and the Bible
Nesta Robert Marley has become one of the most
influential musical figures in the history of the world and his popularity, ever
growing decades after his death surely will continue until the end of time. He truly was a revolutionary in the creation
of reggae music. Many regard him as a
modern prophet. However, the days of
prophesy are long over and ended. I
consider him rather a messenger.
Inspired by God…certainly.
Prophet of God…certainly not.
Although millions will chant and praise his lyrical melodies for years
to come, few will realize their true origin and meaning. And despite his Rastafarian influence and
perception,
few will also know of the publicly recorded fact he was baptized Christian by the
Archbishop of the Ethiopian Orthodox Church in Kingston, Jamaica, on November
4, 1980 (less than a year before his death).
This post is not intended to debate religion; it is simply intended to
illustrate the amazing parallels between Bob’s lyrics and the Holy Bible.
“I don't stand for
black man's side. I don't stand for
white man's side. I stand for God's side.”
– Bob Marley
400 Years
400 years, and it's the same, the same philosophy
Genesis 15:13
And he said unto Abram, Know of a surety that thy seed shall be a stranger in a land that is not theirs, and shall serve them; and they shall afflict them four hundred years;
Africa Unite
How good and how pleasant it would be before God and man, to see the unification of all Africans
Psalm 133:1
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!
Ambush in the Night
See them fighting for power, But they know not the hour
Matthew 24:36
But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.
Babylon System
Yeah, we've been trodding on the winepress much too long
Isaiah 63:3
I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people there was none with me: for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment
Bend Down Low
Oh fisherman row to reap what you sow now
Galatians 6:7
Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.
Mark 1:16-17
As Jesus walked beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw Simon and his brother Andrew casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.”
Exodus
Send us another brother Moses! From across the Red Sea! Movement of Jah people!
Exodus 15:22
So Moses brought Israel from the Red sea, and they went out into the wilderness of Shur; and they went three days in the wilderness, and found no water.
Exodus
We're leaving Babylon, y'all! We're going to our Father's land
Exodus 20:12
Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.
Forever Loving Jah
And then what has been hidden from the wise and prudent
Been revealed to the babe and the suckling
Matthew 11:25
At that time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes.
Forever Loving Jah
'Cause just like a tree planted - planted by the rivers of water
That bringeth forth fruits - bringeth forth fruits in due season;
Psalm 1:3
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Forever Loving Jah
Everything in life got its purpose, Find its reason in every season,
Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Give Thanks and Praises
Noah had three sons, Ham, Shem and Japhet (Ham, Shem and Japhet);
And in Ham is known to be the Prophet.
Genesis 6:10
And Noah begat three sons, Shem, Ham, and Japheth.
Guiltiness
Woe to the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sorrow!
Psalm 127:2
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Jah Live
Fools say in their heart Rasta your God is dead
Psalm 53:1
The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Corrupt are they, and have done abominable iniquity: there is none that doeth good.
Natural Mystic
This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last:
Revelation 8:7
The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.
1st Corinthians 15:52
in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.
Night Shift
The sun shall not smite I by day, nor the moon by night
Psalm 121:6
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
No More Trouble
Help the weak if you are strong now
Romans 15:1
We then that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of the weak, and not to please ourselves.
One Drop
For hunger and starvation
Lamentation
But read it in Revelation
You'll find your redemption
Book of Lamentations
Book of Revelation
One Love
As it was in the beginning , So shall it be in the end
Matthew 24:37
As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man.
Rastaman Live Up
David slew Goliath with a sling and a stone;
1st Samuel 17:50
So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and with a stone, and smote the Philistine, and slew him; but there was no sword in the hand of David.
Rastaman Live Up
Samson slew the Philistines with a donkey jawbone
Judges 15:16
The Samson said, "With a donkey's jawbone I have made donkeys of them. With a donkey's jawbone I have killed a thousand men."
Rastaman Live Up
And they fallen in confusion, well a just a step from Babel Tower
Genesis 11:9
That is why it was called Babel--because there the LORD confused the language of the whole world. From there the LORD scattered them over the face of the whole earth.
Rat Race
When you think its peace and safety, A sudden destruction
1st Thessalonians 5:3
For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape.
Revolution
Revelation reveals the truth
Book of Revelation
Revolution
Like a bird in the tree, the prisoners must be free
Isaiah 51:14
The cowering prisoners will soon be set free; they will not die in their dungeon, nor will they lack bread.
Revolution
We got lightning, thunder, brimstone, and fire
Revelation 11:19
And the temple of God was opened in heaven, and there was seen in his temple the ark of his testament: and there were lightnings, and voices, and thunderings, and an earthquake, and great hail.
Revelation 20:10
And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.
Redemption Song
How long shall they kill our prophets, while we stand aside and look?
Jeremiah 11:21
"Therefore this is what the LORD says about the men of Anathoth who are seeking your life and saying, 'Do not prophesy in the name of the LORD or you will die by our hands'
Redemption Song
Yes, some say it's just a part of it: We've got to fulfill the book.
2nd Kings 23:24
Furthermore, Josiah got rid of the mediums and spiritists, the household gods, the idols and all the other detestable things seen in Judah and Jerusalem. This he did to fulfill the requirements of the law written in the book that Hilkiah the priest had discovered in the temple of the LORD.
Ride Natty Ride
But the stone that the builder refuse, Shall be the head cornerstone,
Mark 12:10
And have ye not read this scripture; The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner:
Ride Natty Ride
Jah say this judgement - it could never be with water,
No water could put out this fire (fire):
'Cause now the fire is out of control,
Revelation 15:2
And I saw what looked like a sea of glass mixed with fire and, standing beside the sea, those who had been victorious over the beast and his image and over the number of his name. They held harps given them by God
Revelation 20:14
Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. The lake of fire is the second death.
Ride Natty Ride
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold!
Everywhere this fire is burning,
Destroying and melting their gold,
Destroying and wasting their souls.
Revelation 18:11-17
“The merchants of the earth will weep and mourn over her because no one buys their cargoes any more - cargoes of gold, silver, precious stones and pearls; fine linen, purple, silk and scarlet cloth; every sort of citron wood, and articles of every kind made of ivory, costly wood, bronze, iron and marble; cargoes of cinnamon and spice, of incense, myrrh and frankincense, of wine and olive oil, of fine flour and wheat; cattle and sheep; horses and carriages; and bodies and souls of men.
“They will say, ‘The fruit you longed for is gone from you. All your riches and splendor have vanished, never to be recovered.’ The merchants who sold these things and gained their wealth from her will stand far off, terrified at her torment. They will weep and mourn and cry out:
“‘Woe! Woe, O great city,
dressed in fine linen, purple and scarlet,
and glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls!
In one hour such great wealth has been brought to ruin!’
Ride Natty Ride
Tell you what: now the people gather on the beach, and the leader try to make a speech,
Matthew 13:2
Such large crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat in it, while all the people stood on the shore.
Running Away
It is better to live on the housetop, than to live in a house full of confusion.
Proverbs 21:9
It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.
So Jah Seh
So Jah seh, "Ye are the sheep of my pasture; So verily, thou shall be very well."
Ezekiel 34:31
You my sheep, the sheep of my pasture, are people, and I am your God, declares the Sovereign LORD.'"
So Much Things to Say
But I'll never forget no way: they crucified Jesus Christ; They don't know what they're doin', yeah.
Luke 23:33-34
When they came to the place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left. Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.
Small Axe
And whosoever diggeth a pit shall fall in it, fall in it
Proverbs 26:27
If a man digs a pit, he will fall into it; if a man rolls a stone, it will roll back on him.
Stiff Necked Fools
The lips of the righteous teach many, but fools die for want of wisdom.
Proverbs 10:21
The lips of the righteous feed many: but fools die for want of wisdom.
Stiff Necked Fools
The rich man's wealth is in his city; Destruction of the poor is in their poverty;
Proverbs 10:15
The wealth of the rich is their fortified city, but poverty is the ruin of the poor.
Survival
We're the survivors, like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
Thrown in the fire, but-a never get burn.
Daniel 3:26-27
Nebuchadnezzar then approached the opening of the blazing furnace and shouted, “Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, servants of the Most High God, come out! Come here!” So Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego came out of the fire, and the satraps, prefects, governors and royal advisers crowded around them. They saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them.
Top Rankin
And John saw them comin with the truth from an ancient time.
Revelation 1:1-2
The revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave him to show his servants what must soon take place. He made it known by sending his angel to his servant John, who testifies to everything he saw—that is, the word of God and the testimony of Jesus Christ.
Wake Up and Live
We're more than sand on the seashore, we're more than numbers.
Hosea 1:10
"Yet the Israelites will be like the sand on the seashore, which cannot be measured or counted. In the place where it was said to them, 'You are not my people,' they will be called 'sons of the living God.'
Want More
In the valley of decision, In the valley of decision
Joel 3:14
Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision: for the day of the LORD is near in the valley of decision.
War
War, war, rumours of war
Matthew 24:6
And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.
Zimbabwe
And in this judgement there is no partiality.
2nd Chronicles 19:7
Now let the fear of the LORD be upon you. Judge carefully, for with the LORD our God there is no injustice or partiality or bribery."
Zion Train
Don’t gain the world and lose your soul
Matthew 16:26
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
Zion Train
Wisdom is better than silver and gold
Proverbs 16:16
How much better is it to get wisdom than gold! and to get understanding rather to be chosen than silver!
400 Years
400 years, and it's the same, the same philosophy
Genesis 15:13
And he said unto Abram, Know of a surety that thy seed shall be a stranger in a land that is not theirs, and shall serve them; and they shall afflict them four hundred years;
Africa Unite
How good and how pleasant it would be before God and man, to see the unification of all Africans
Psalm 133:1
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!
Ambush in the Night
See them fighting for power, But they know not the hour
Matthew 24:36
But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.
Babylon System
Yeah, we've been trodding on the winepress much too long
Isaiah 63:3
I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people there was none with me: for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment
Bend Down Low
Oh fisherman row to reap what you sow now
Galatians 6:7
Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.
Mark 1:16-17
As Jesus walked beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw Simon and his brother Andrew casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.”
Exodus
Send us another brother Moses! From across the Red Sea! Movement of Jah people!
Exodus 15:22
So Moses brought Israel from the Red sea, and they went out into the wilderness of Shur; and they went three days in the wilderness, and found no water.
Exodus
We're leaving Babylon, y'all! We're going to our Father's land
Exodus 20:12
Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.
Forever Loving Jah
And then what has been hidden from the wise and prudent
Been revealed to the babe and the suckling
Matthew 11:25
At that time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes.
Forever Loving Jah
'Cause just like a tree planted - planted by the rivers of water
That bringeth forth fruits - bringeth forth fruits in due season;
Psalm 1:3
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Forever Loving Jah
Everything in life got its purpose, Find its reason in every season,
Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Give Thanks and Praises
Noah had three sons, Ham, Shem and Japhet (Ham, Shem and Japhet);
And in Ham is known to be the Prophet.
Genesis 6:10
And Noah begat three sons, Shem, Ham, and Japheth.
Guiltiness
Woe to the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sorrow!
Psalm 127:2
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Jah Live
Fools say in their heart Rasta your God is dead
Psalm 53:1
The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Corrupt are they, and have done abominable iniquity: there is none that doeth good.
Natural Mystic
This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last:
Revelation 8:7
The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.
1st Corinthians 15:52
in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.
Night Shift
The sun shall not smite I by day, nor the moon by night
Psalm 121:6
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
No More Trouble
Help the weak if you are strong now
Romans 15:1
We then that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of the weak, and not to please ourselves.
One Drop
For hunger and starvation
Lamentation
But read it in Revelation
You'll find your redemption
Book of Lamentations
Book of Revelation
One Love
As it was in the beginning , So shall it be in the end
Matthew 24:37
As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man.
Rastaman Live Up
David slew Goliath with a sling and a stone;
1st Samuel 17:50
So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and with a stone, and smote the Philistine, and slew him; but there was no sword in the hand of David.
Rastaman Live Up
Samson slew the Philistines with a donkey jawbone
Judges 15:16
The Samson said, "With a donkey's jawbone I have made donkeys of them. With a donkey's jawbone I have killed a thousand men."
Rastaman Live Up
And they fallen in confusion, well a just a step from Babel Tower
Genesis 11:9
That is why it was called Babel--because there the LORD confused the language of the whole world. From there the LORD scattered them over the face of the whole earth.
Rat Race
When you think its peace and safety, A sudden destruction
1st Thessalonians 5:3
For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape.
Revolution
Revelation reveals the truth
Book of Revelation
Revolution
Like a bird in the tree, the prisoners must be free
Isaiah 51:14
The cowering prisoners will soon be set free; they will not die in their dungeon, nor will they lack bread.
Revolution
We got lightning, thunder, brimstone, and fire
Revelation 11:19
And the temple of God was opened in heaven, and there was seen in his temple the ark of his testament: and there were lightnings, and voices, and thunderings, and an earthquake, and great hail.
Revelation 20:10
And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.
Redemption Song
How long shall they kill our prophets, while we stand aside and look?
Jeremiah 11:21
"Therefore this is what the LORD says about the men of Anathoth who are seeking your life and saying, 'Do not prophesy in the name of the LORD or you will die by our hands'
Redemption Song
Yes, some say it's just a part of it: We've got to fulfill the book.
2nd Kings 23:24
Furthermore, Josiah got rid of the mediums and spiritists, the household gods, the idols and all the other detestable things seen in Judah and Jerusalem. This he did to fulfill the requirements of the law written in the book that Hilkiah the priest had discovered in the temple of the LORD.
Ride Natty Ride
But the stone that the builder refuse, Shall be the head cornerstone,
Mark 12:10
And have ye not read this scripture; The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner:
Ride Natty Ride
Jah say this judgement - it could never be with water,
No water could put out this fire (fire):
'Cause now the fire is out of control,
Revelation 15:2
And I saw what looked like a sea of glass mixed with fire and, standing beside the sea, those who had been victorious over the beast and his image and over the number of his name. They held harps given them by God
Revelation 20:14
Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. The lake of fire is the second death.
Ride Natty Ride
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold!
Everywhere this fire is burning,
Destroying and melting their gold,
Destroying and wasting their souls.
Revelation 18:11-17
“The merchants of the earth will weep and mourn over her because no one buys their cargoes any more - cargoes of gold, silver, precious stones and pearls; fine linen, purple, silk and scarlet cloth; every sort of citron wood, and articles of every kind made of ivory, costly wood, bronze, iron and marble; cargoes of cinnamon and spice, of incense, myrrh and frankincense, of wine and olive oil, of fine flour and wheat; cattle and sheep; horses and carriages; and bodies and souls of men.
“They will say, ‘The fruit you longed for is gone from you. All your riches and splendor have vanished, never to be recovered.’ The merchants who sold these things and gained their wealth from her will stand far off, terrified at her torment. They will weep and mourn and cry out:
“‘Woe! Woe, O great city,
dressed in fine linen, purple and scarlet,
and glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls!
In one hour such great wealth has been brought to ruin!’
Ride Natty Ride
Tell you what: now the people gather on the beach, and the leader try to make a speech,
Matthew 13:2
Such large crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat in it, while all the people stood on the shore.
Running Away
It is better to live on the housetop, than to live in a house full of confusion.
Proverbs 21:9
It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.
So Jah Seh
So Jah seh, "Ye are the sheep of my pasture; So verily, thou shall be very well."
Ezekiel 34:31
You my sheep, the sheep of my pasture, are people, and I am your God, declares the Sovereign LORD.'"
So Much Things to Say
But I'll never forget no way: they crucified Jesus Christ; They don't know what they're doin', yeah.
Luke 23:33-34
When they came to the place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left. Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.
Small Axe
And whosoever diggeth a pit shall fall in it, fall in it
Proverbs 26:27
If a man digs a pit, he will fall into it; if a man rolls a stone, it will roll back on him.
Stiff Necked Fools
The lips of the righteous teach many, but fools die for want of wisdom.
Proverbs 10:21
The lips of the righteous feed many: but fools die for want of wisdom.
Stiff Necked Fools
The rich man's wealth is in his city; Destruction of the poor is in their poverty;
Proverbs 10:15
The wealth of the rich is their fortified city, but poverty is the ruin of the poor.
Survival
We're the survivors, like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
Thrown in the fire, but-a never get burn.
Daniel 3:26-27
Nebuchadnezzar then approached the opening of the blazing furnace and shouted, “Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, servants of the Most High God, come out! Come here!” So Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego came out of the fire, and the satraps, prefects, governors and royal advisers crowded around them. They saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them.
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And John saw them comin with the truth from an ancient time.
Revelation 1:1-2
The revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave him to show his servants what must soon take place. He made it known by sending his angel to his servant John, who testifies to everything he saw—that is, the word of God and the testimony of Jesus Christ.
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We're more than sand on the seashore, we're more than numbers.
Hosea 1:10
"Yet the Israelites will be like the sand on the seashore, which cannot be measured or counted. In the place where it was said to them, 'You are not my people,' they will be called 'sons of the living God.'
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In the valley of decision, In the valley of decision
Joel 3:14
Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision: for the day of the LORD is near in the valley of decision.
War
War, war, rumours of war
Matthew 24:6
And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.
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And in this judgement there is no partiality.
2nd Chronicles 19:7
Now let the fear of the LORD be upon you. Judge carefully, for with the LORD our God there is no injustice or partiality or bribery."
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Don’t gain the world and lose your soul
Matthew 16:26
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
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Wisdom is better than silver and gold
Proverbs 16:16
How much better is it to get wisdom than gold! and to get understanding rather to be chosen than silver!
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