On The Short tale of the Sun

Its going on three weeks of Christmas break it has been uneventful, but yet I have done allot of stuff. From getting my drivers licence, to semi- helping in a campaign, to getting my hair locked, I will be recording myself as well. Yup uneventful but stuff at the same time. I think it seems uneventful because none of my friends are here.I am loving the adventure though. This next poem is weird but so am I, so yeah.

On the short tale of the sun, peace rides its rays

Joy illuminates its shine

God smiles through.

Heat, the Love of God butters my soul

Kisses my spirit, stills my essence, bakes my existence.

Dries my sin, dehydrates my iniquity.

On the short tale of the sun I climb the core

Scorched my understanding, scalded my wisdom

No water dare touch its skin

It evaporates the deepest ocean

And melts the densest glacier

My heart is overflowing with water my body rising in temperature

Spiritual warming of epic proportion

This is not propaganda

This is no inconvenient truth

This is my God, my fire

No Brimstone

My peace No misunderstanding

My joy no Sorrow

My Life, Death hunts itself

On the short tale of the Sun I ride I ride I ride

- Lawrence

I said a Bad Word

I said a Bad Word

I laugh

I laugh

I laugh

Life is humorous, so much truth, there seems to be no truth at all.

I can’t hear, listen, speak, hasten, without fuzz crowding my reception.

I know not a thing anymore; I am a slave to ignorance. Information crowds the airs, taints my walls, and blinds my stares.
I am laughing, laughing at corruption that goes corrupted, and peoples ignorance of the issue.

I laugh at political agenda, bureaucracy cloaked as democracy tears down sanity.

Rationality gone now rationed resources lie in the balance, as we fight with hearts full of strife and greed and pride and lead our constituency to moral hell and just us theology.

I laugh

I laugh

I laugh

Because if I don’t I’ll go mad, insane, there is no membrane to explain this disdain, and the pain,

Felt by them that do not fit in US but hang in the balance on already feeble margins.

Doomed by wool suits and jimmy choo shoes, that kiss ancient carpets to deliver full but incomplete bills to the slaughter house.

Oh I laugh but aint shit funny.
-Lawrence

I should Blog More Even if No One reads it

I'm not one who thinks that literary emotional vents into cyberspace is appropriate. I vent to close freinds who understand my quirkyness and my annoying need to over process and analyze everything, which unfortunately will be my demise without discipline. I should blog more even if no one reads it because though I believe I have good things to say most people will not have the fortune of indulging in my brilliance. I however hany words to say and many thoughts to hash out. So, I should blog more even if no one reads it.
- Lawrence

Near

Like the notes to a piece of art
Expressed form end to start
From that line I can't remember
to that catchy part
UNFORTUNATE IS THE END.
Through the process of rise and fall
excelleration and stall
Response and call
LIFE IS REVEALING.
Like a child in the park blowing
the pedals from a flower
and the zest of life from a lemon sour
THE DAYS ARE BITTERSWEET.
But I don't cry I don't shed tears
I don't reminisce of future years
Though the final hour is near
I WAIT FROM THE TOWER.

FUI Blog Post

"Before FUI I knew God. I knew who he was in my life, I knew his heart for missions, I knew his love for people, I knew his sovereignty. Well, 6 weeks engaging with the city of Fresno has shown me how ignorant I was and still am to the character of God. FUI has introduced be to the incarnate God and the incarnate gospel. It has introduced me the God who became flesh and dwells among us. I have been consumed by a gospel that is tangible and relevant. In the city its hard to see a tangible God, violence, poverty, oppression consume you. All you seem to see is ugliness in broken down infrastructure, malnutritoned children, and seemingly unchangeable circumstances. But God has changed my eyes from that of one out looking in, to one in looking out. He has shown me the world from this perspective. And I know God is here, he is present and he is working.

The first class of the project we talked about loving our neighbor. We spoke of the greatest commandments asked of Jesus in the Gospels, He replies to Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind and love your neighbor as yourself. These by many are believed to be separate not in relation to each other, but Jesus was asked of one commandment and He gave one commandment. Loving God and loving your neighbor is one command. You do not love God if you don’t love your neighbor. God has shown a very minute part of his heart for humanity. I am learning to love my neighbor but in essence I am learning to love God.

My site has become my training center. Throughout the summer we have engaged in various service projects, we have volunteered at many places and this has definitely shown me how to love my neighbor. However, it has been the teens that I work with whom I have learned the most about what loving my neighbor looks like. My teens have been at times difficult. They are amazing but they are a product of their environment and the sin within it. I’ve in this process learned that most importantly they are children of the almighty, they are influenced by sin just as I am but God has shown me so much of himself through them, their nature of hospitality, their passion and compassion, and there willingness to serve they have a great work ethic which they showed by putting in insulation and painting at different FIFUL sites. They have shown hospitality by inviting me to their home and having a meal with them. And they’ve show compassion by their tears in love and sadness. He has through them shown me how to love my neighbor.

God is here, he is engaged in this city, in the prison walls, at the rescue missions, in the churches who praise him, and in the people who call him Lord. God loves my neighbor I love my neighbor. God loves the city, I love the city."

Intro to Blog

I guess I have a lot of words to say.?. they say I talk a lot, that I'm well spoken. Interesting. well I will blog till this is not true then. feel free to follow me through the sand. this Journey is barren and the desert presents hunger. but the desert ends and springs flow eternal. isn't this life?.