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patiently awaiting promotion and for things to get better.

In Uncategorized on May 11, 2014 at 4:23 am

Frausto’s message is timely and has 2014 edge and eloquence. Had to share.

UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s)

patiently awaiting promotion and for things to get better.

everything is being modified, designed, stratified, digitized, maximized then minimized, marketed, socialized, manipulated then redistributed, imitated, upgraded, patented, repackaged, reformatted, made over, made up and everyone just gives in, bows down, let’s go, fades out.
so then do people really trust society, believe in anything or just have no choice?
so that today for all intents and purposes becomes another slicker, faster, cheaper version of yesterday.
everyday commits tiny actions that feel dirty inside like part of soul slowly being sold out, away.
thus the shame.
the shame of feeling, touch, nakedness, and dreaming- never doing but just thinking, of being passive aggressive and words over action.
the shame of only going half way because it’s easier to follow.
the shame, the guilt of shame.
of everyday allowing part of self to disappear in the name of profit as everything’s so…

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Numb and Beautiful in Jersey: Disparate Pieces of Poetry

In Poetry on May 11, 2014 at 3:12 am

“Let them praise his name with dancing

and make music to him

with timbrel and harp.”

+Psalm 149:3 (NIV)



Never again to feel the highs or lows
Under the influence, if that’s what it takes
Maybe someday, life will be worth feeling
But for now, I’ll anesthetize myself with music and prayer

(March 10, 2003)

“In him we have redemption through his blood,

the forgiveness of sins,

in accordance with the riches of God’s grace  

that he lavished on us.”

+Ephesians 1:7 – 8a (NIV)




Because of genetics
Everyone stares
At the fragile shell
Until she speaks
Then they titter and jeer as
Insecurities abound, slicing egos
For both the object of their derision and the
Ugly-from-the-inside gawkers
Looking for redemption for their imperfections

(August 2003)

“Then you will understand what is right, just, and fair, 

and you will find the right way to go.”

+Proverbs 2:9 (NLT)



Noon in New Jersey

Cold nose
Even colder toes
Sometimes I wonder about my heart

It’s not that I don’t care
I just know His plan is fair
All have their own quest back to His heart

(February 11, 2014)


Sun & Sand, Thin & Fat, Hope: Little Pieces of Poetry

In Poetry on May 2, 2014 at 1:36 am

I wrote these zero-draft poems during a self-imposed free-writing exercise in May 1999 and added the Scriptures today.


“There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.” +Revelation 22:5 (NIV)

The Sun

To burn
to damage
to shine
to tan

for warmth
for growth
for love
which vitamins, again?

sun-kissed skin
sun-splotched skin

sprawled on the sand all day long.
I walk away tired from nothing, and brown.

(May 19, 1999)



“But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.” +Matthew 7:26 (NIV)

The Sand

In my navel
in my eyes—ouch!
creeping into my crevices

 soft and lumpy under my head and body
like a poorly made bed

soaked with the sea
squishes between my toes

 I leave my footprints for a moment
before they are erased by the playful waves.

(May 19, 1999)



“My knees give way from fasting; my body is thin and gaunt.” +Psalm 109:24 (ESV)


My pants slide on—no struggle these days.
Same shape, just different size.
Where’d it all go?

 The reflection looks the same to me.
But I FEEL so good.
And others can see.
They see the size change.
They mostly see how I FEEL, though.
They’re not even aware of that fact, ironically.

Acceptance before the results.
Otherwise, the results will never be enough.
Start beautiful. End up feeling full, satisfied, more beautiful.

(May 19, 1999)



“The priest shall burn them on the altar as a food offering, a pleasing aroma. All the fat is the Lord’s.” +Leviticus 3:16 (NIV)


Battle with my clothes.
Uncomfortable. Frumpy. Frustrated.
Waistbands fold into my flesh.
Seams leave indents in my skin.

Crowded looking in the zone.
Lumpy lines.
Clothes to camouflage, not to flatter.
What’s to flatter?

Sink into depression,
Sink my teeth into bread and pizza and frozen yogurt.

Sinking, sinking, sinking to my knees.

I reach my arms up to God for help. He gives me His hand.
I will eat His bread instead.
No longer will I be plagued by empty calories.
He fills me up and I am satisfied.

(May 19, 1999)



“Who by him do believe in God, that raised him up from the dead, and gave him glory; that your faith and hope might be in God.” +1 Peter 1:21 (KJV)



Brightly like the sun.

It comes from the Son.

Open your eyes to see it, though.

Open your heart to see Him, you must.

Untouchable, but so easy to feel

and to know

if only you believe.

(May 31, 1999)