Make Me

I will not do it
You can’t make me
I am my own person
I am certainly free

Free to do as I please
My own decisions
Are what make me
I need no revisions

Revisit what I say
But I will not change
I am stone
Don’t think it strange

Strangers don’t understand
I stand my ground
To my way
You are bound

Boundaries are foreign
Chains will not hold
I will resist
I will not fold

Bend you must
I will never turn
I will never change
I will never ever
Never break
Twist my arm
Pull my teeth
Gouge my eyes
Punch my gut
You will have to
Break my back
Or my neck
You’ll never
Break my will
Unless…
And only if…
You say Please.

3-26-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved

I just felt like writing something fun the other day.

Rainbow

I hear the thunder and I feel the breeze
smell of the atmosphere, movement of the trees
It’s obvious the storm is coming
But I drive to the rainbow

The rain begins and there is nothing I can do
The atmosphere is changing, a different view
I obviously don’t want to be here
But I drive to the rainbow

My hair stands on end, noise in my ears
I am still alive, face my fears
It’s obvious someone has it out for me
But I drive to the rainbow

Water is rising rapidly over the way
It would be much easier to just stay
Is it obvious, where to turn?
But I drive to the rainbow

Water floods the view and cannot be
wiped away so it is plain to see
The choices are not obvious anymore
But I drive to the rainbow

The destination reached or so I thought
Now it’s gone, for this I fought?
It’s only obvious from far away
The rainbow was driving me

3/14/09
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I normally don't like to explain a poem, but I feel inclined in this instance to expound on the purpose. Some of my poems can leave you feeling somewhat lost, but my intentions are always to cause one to think. This is something I hope to teach my children - to not just except something at face value - to look deeper to what are the possibilities behind a message. (Although we must be very careful also about reading into things too much, this will also be just as damaging) For example: Commercials many times portray a particular message, but there is a reason behind the message...I notice truck commercials usually try to make a man feel like he has to have that particular truck if he is a real man. I especially saw these types of commercials in Texas..."Texans chose this, or Texans know that" etc. They are selling a "tough man" image, but the intentions are to get you to buy a truck. In this poem I am selling the rainbow, but my purpose is for one to buy into the fact that it is not about the rainbow or the storm. Everything always comes back to one thing...Him and Him only. Our eyes must remain on Him. We look around as the disciples did in the boat, when He is right there in the boat with us. What is more intriguing than the One Who is in the boat with us? I struggled with adding additional verses to explain this, but I wanted the impact of "the rainbow was driving me".

Economy Overview

This is the best article I have read so far on an unbiased overview of the current economy. The layout is done very well and answers most every question in very clear and understandable language.
http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/E/ECONOMY_WHERES_THE_BOTTOM?SITE=NYBUE&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT

Original Beginning of Dream to Dream

I thought it might be interesting to share some notes I typed when I started to write "Dream to Dream". I usually don't write notes or outlines, but I wasn't exactly sure how to write what I was meditating on. I really like the first sentence below, but as you saw how the poem came out, it definitely took a different turn. I do hope to finish a more serious poem someday....

From dream to dream I build bridges
Over land and seas My thread for stitches

no hurts feelings in dreams
shots from guns etc.
end with this is how reality should be…no hurts from feelings…since we are dead men
may our dreams become reality

She Cries

She keeps her dreams in glass bottles
Throws them against the wall when alone
Picks up the pieces barehanded
Blood stains the shards
The pain brings release
Because inside she’s screaming
What she was expecting
The opposite has been perfecting
Glass is coming out her pores
Continual beating of waves on the shores
What seems beautiful to most
This same beauty Is her evil host
It’s love if I must spell it out
The true definition of which
She has never known, never shown
And she will never tell
The only love she has known
Is a living hell
Yet you pass her by
Can you hear her cry?
Don’t deny
What others feel
Don’t avoid
The love that can heal
She needs you
She needs a friend
She doesn’t need money
She doesn’t need men
Show her true love
She has never known
Show her Jesus

3/7/09
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Silent Killer

You’re about to faint
Breathlessness
Heart beats faster
You have the information
Your finger on the trigger
Surroundings fading
Like looking through a scope
Your hair stands on end
You are the captors hope
Trained for this moment
Silence is tempting you
but screaming to come out
Mesmerized by the moment
Shackled by the costs
One for a thousand?
A million for one?
I decide the denomination
Crucified for the nations
Destinies determined
By one allocation
The right translation?
The proper duration?
Correct observation?
..Now perspiration
Why this vocation?
Should there be a declaration?
What are the implications?
Freedom of thought
But you do what you were taught
You must adhere
No emotions or fear
It is out of your hands
Fulfill your demands
Blood at your feet
They say you’re elite
Back home discreet
The reason for scars
are kept in jars
that break at night
in your dreams where you fight.

3/5/09
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