Everywhere you go you have to sneak around
You mainly have to work 3rd shift
You’re always dressed in black
…a little gothic don’t you think?
You have to carry around so much baggage
you know…stars, smoke bombs etc. etc.
You never really can reveal yourself to anyone
Also, no one can ever know if you are happy, sad or angry…
you always have the ninja face
If you make one mistake, even just a very small mistake
you could die
When you go to sleep you always have to wonder,
“Is another Ninja mad at me?”
I’m sorry, but this is too much pressure.
Maybe you should think about being a peasant?
(propaganda from a Samurai)
6/23/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
INternal INtervention
Have I influenced
the increasingly
instituted individuals
who have invented
interpretations
not otherwise introduced?
Do they have issues
installed by initiated
self-introspection?
Or perhaps instructions
from implemented ideas
to improve?
Hmm…
This is not about “I”
but rather what’s “in”
Internally true
Show me your true identification
you may need to perform
an internal investigation
Surgery if need be
I’ll pull it out of your chest
show you your heart
See it beat
the music of your
true self
In so much as I can explain
It’s not about me
but it’s about you
Influence can be like
Influenza
Sickening isn’t it?
Catch it if you can
I carry the bug
Does it bug you I care?
I’m not passing the
H1 N1
but more like the
I1 U1
We’re all infected
and it’s not about “I”
but it’s what’s “in”
Internally true
Welcome to my lair
my spare
time
tic toc
tic
before the toc
I stop the clock
and cause you to
wonder
what you are
what you’re doing
this life you’re pursuing
Wallowing in advice
and mellowing out
the drama
whether about Obama,
Osama,
or your Momma
Staggering what’s true
But that’s how you feel
when you have the flu
Take two capsules
call me in the morning
I’m in your head
now meditate in sickness
upon your bed
Reflect upon this sickness
of mine
that points out the sickness
in you.
It’s not about “I”
but rather about
whats “in”
Internally true
So?...before it’s too late.
What’s truly in me?
and my friend…
What’s truly in You?
Tic toc
tic…
6-20-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
I usually don't use this type of tone, but I thought the subject matter called for it. I also wanted to do something out from the ordinary...looking back I suppose it has somewhat of a rap tone though. : )
the increasingly
instituted individuals
who have invented
interpretations
not otherwise introduced?
Do they have issues
installed by initiated
self-introspection?
Or perhaps instructions
from implemented ideas
to improve?
Hmm…
This is not about “I”
but rather what’s “in”
Internally true
Show me your true identification
you may need to perform
an internal investigation
Surgery if need be
I’ll pull it out of your chest
show you your heart
See it beat
the music of your
true self
In so much as I can explain
It’s not about me
but it’s about you
Influence can be like
Influenza
Sickening isn’t it?
Catch it if you can
I carry the bug
Does it bug you I care?
I’m not passing the
H1 N1
but more like the
I1 U1
We’re all infected
and it’s not about “I”
but it’s what’s “in”
Internally true
Welcome to my lair
my spare
time
tic toc
tic
before the toc
I stop the clock
and cause you to
wonder
what you are
what you’re doing
this life you’re pursuing
Wallowing in advice
and mellowing out
the drama
whether about Obama,
Osama,
or your Momma
Staggering what’s true
But that’s how you feel
when you have the flu
Take two capsules
call me in the morning
I’m in your head
now meditate in sickness
upon your bed
Reflect upon this sickness
of mine
that points out the sickness
in you.
It’s not about “I”
but rather about
whats “in”
Internally true
So?...before it’s too late.
What’s truly in me?
and my friend…
What’s truly in You?
Tic toc
tic…
6-20-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
I usually don't use this type of tone, but I thought the subject matter called for it. I also wanted to do something out from the ordinary...looking back I suppose it has somewhat of a rap tone though. : )
Saturday, June 20, 2009
To Death With Lies
You surrounded me with walls
Entangled me with affairs
Tied me down with my flaws
Pointed out the stairs
I took the stairs as a challenge
And climbed to the top
I didn’t listen to the railing
Or the urge to stop
Yet, your words cut deep
Yes, they drew blood
The focus on my faults
Came in like a flood
Knocking me off my feet
And falling to the ground
You drew your sword
Stood upon a mound
High in the air you now
Thrust to kill
Painful words not enough
My blood you will spill
I muster the strength
To move just in time
I grab the handle
This now is my crime
Hold still my destroyer
Don’t you dare move
I now have the power
And I have something to prove
Get down on your knees
And beg for another breath
This is the pain you caused
Let me show you the depth
Hold still now as I carve
Out my pain
For all these memories
You will be slain
The sword draws swiftly
Straight for the neck
He is grimacing
An emotional wreck
The sword cut like butter
And to my captive’s surprise
With all my strength
I had cut through his lies
Yes, I spared his life that day
At the same moment saving mine
His lies are now dead
And I am just fine.
6/16/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
Entangled me with affairs
Tied me down with my flaws
Pointed out the stairs
I took the stairs as a challenge
And climbed to the top
I didn’t listen to the railing
Or the urge to stop
Yet, your words cut deep
Yes, they drew blood
The focus on my faults
Came in like a flood
Knocking me off my feet
And falling to the ground
You drew your sword
Stood upon a mound
High in the air you now
Thrust to kill
Painful words not enough
My blood you will spill
I muster the strength
To move just in time
I grab the handle
This now is my crime
Hold still my destroyer
Don’t you dare move
I now have the power
And I have something to prove
Get down on your knees
And beg for another breath
This is the pain you caused
Let me show you the depth
Hold still now as I carve
Out my pain
For all these memories
You will be slain
The sword draws swiftly
Straight for the neck
He is grimacing
An emotional wreck
The sword cut like butter
And to my captive’s surprise
With all my strength
I had cut through his lies
Yes, I spared his life that day
At the same moment saving mine
His lies are now dead
And I am just fine.
6/16/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
Friday, June 12, 2009
Beating the Drum of Doom
He can’t seem to stop
The beating
The continual meeting
Of Doom
He can’t seem to stop
The beat
The defeat
That looms
He doesn’t want to play
That’s what he
will always say
Yet he pounds
Let’s go another round
The sound
Intoxicating
Debilitating
Shocking yet true
He beats
Til he turns blue
Doom
Bang
Tap tap
Bang
Bang Bang
Tap
Bang Bang Bang
Play that thang…boy
“It’s the only thing
You're good at
Keep saying you
Won’t make it
You can’t take it
Beat until you bleed”
The devil said
Why am I listening
To the voice of a fallen
Angel?!
Just then
He took the sticks
And started banging
Upside the devil’s head.
It went a little
Like this…
Bang Bang
Tippety tang tang
Shpot Shpot
Diggety whit whock
Haggedy who hang
Fickety pho shang
And this is the
New song
He played.
He decided to
Beat Doom.
6-12-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
Ok this is a little odd to post after my last submission, but hey, once in awhile I need to write something a little less serious.
The beating
The continual meeting
Of Doom
He can’t seem to stop
The beat
The defeat
That looms
He doesn’t want to play
That’s what he
will always say
Yet he pounds
Let’s go another round
The sound
Intoxicating
Debilitating
Shocking yet true
He beats
Til he turns blue
Doom
Bang
Tap tap
Bang
Bang Bang
Tap
Bang Bang Bang
Play that thang…boy
“It’s the only thing
You're good at
Keep saying you
Won’t make it
You can’t take it
Beat until you bleed”
The devil said
Why am I listening
To the voice of a fallen
Angel?!
Just then
He took the sticks
And started banging
Upside the devil’s head.
It went a little
Like this…
Bang Bang
Tippety tang tang
Shpot Shpot
Diggety whit whock
Haggedy who hang
Fickety pho shang
And this is the
New song
He played.
He decided to
Beat Doom.
6-12-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
Ok this is a little odd to post after my last submission, but hey, once in awhile I need to write something a little less serious.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Precious Death
They nailed the spikes
completely through His hands
As they praised
the flow of His blood
Little did they know
They released (with permission)
the very Power of God
Blood that would cleanse
and would not stain
Blood that pierced man’s soul
Gave life to the lifeless
Took the keys from Hell
Death has no more sting
What then O man
can you take from me?
What can you possibly do?
For if you take my life
I will gladly be
Home with the One you bruise.
My blood unworthy
Yet for Him let it flow
For my Father’s kingdom
Cannot be stopped
Kill (with permission)
Maim without regard
For being a martyr
Cannot be topped!
I am already dead
You see
This life is not for me
He laid down His life
so that I may live
A new life He gave
to me.
I am just a visitor
in a foreign land
You offer a ticket home
Why would I desire to stay
where sickness and sin
on this earth
doth continually roam?
Here’s a knife
Let me sharpen it for you
Or if you prefer
As dull as you want
In fact, take your time
with your plight
So I can savor
What’s precious
In His sight
I am ready to take
My flight.
Yes I am ready to
Take my flight.
After your deed is done
Raise your knife
To the sky
Let the blood
drip to the ground
in celebration
I will be where
No blood is needed
where pain
has been defeated
I will be rejoicing
With you
Raise your voices
With joy!
For you have helped
Further a Kingdom
That has no end
A Kingdom for which
I need not defend
For with a single
Word
All enemies will be
Defeated.
Where does this boldness
Come from you ask?
Fool* What kind of question is this?
If you could only see
This dreadful God
A magnificent Force indeed!
Why would I fear
A worm such as yourself?
When He gives
Your strength to thee?
Father forgive them
They don’t know
What they are doing
Let them see
What made me free
May they kiss your Son
Now
before it’s too late
Please give them passage
To the northern gate.
As I take my last breath
I thank you for the chance
To take part in what many fear
This bravery is not mine
For I am Thine
Your Spirit puts to death
Unworthy fears
Revive your people O God! Awaken dead men’s bones…
to be martyred again. Put to death our childish fears.
Let us boldly embrace our cross with both hands, letting
go of all worldly ambitions. Holding it close as a gift from our
Supreme God, Who does all things to the council of His
own will.
Remembering our Father looks fondly upon the
precious death of His saints.
6/7/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
Psalm 116:15 Precious in the sight of the LORD [is] the death of his saints.
*Psalm 14:1-5 The fool hath said in his heart, [There is] no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, [there is] none that doeth good.
The LORD looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, [and] seek God.
They are all gone aside, they are [all] together become filthy: [there is] none that doeth good, no, not one.
Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eat up my people [as] they eat bread, and call not upon the LORD.
There were they in great fear: for God [is] in the generation of the righteous.
Please understand this is not how I feel every day...embracing pain, suffering and death. When I stay in a right relationship with Him, when I see Him as He is, when I experience His power, His unfailing love, His Holiness...then yes...O Father let me be on the front lines! Like David with a sling what can we possibly fear? Is not our God Master of all? Do you not want to please Him Who sacrificed His own Blood in our place? If He chooses to let us die, then so be it! What an honor to die for the King of the Universe! Ah, but this wretched flesh that we still live in! It balks at the idea. We fall back to it's comforts, it's foolish desires and then we want nothing to do with pain, suffering and the such. God help us! And yes, this is exactly what He does! He does not let us face anything that He will not give us the grace to make it through. We see this countless times when His true worshipers face death. He is more concerned for His name than we could possibly ever be. O Lord, have mercy upon us! Fill us with Your power, Your boldness and Your wisdom. May Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
completely through His hands
As they praised
the flow of His blood
Little did they know
They released (with permission)
the very Power of God
Blood that would cleanse
and would not stain
Blood that pierced man’s soul
Gave life to the lifeless
Took the keys from Hell
Death has no more sting
What then O man
can you take from me?
What can you possibly do?
For if you take my life
I will gladly be
Home with the One you bruise.
My blood unworthy
Yet for Him let it flow
For my Father’s kingdom
Cannot be stopped
Kill (with permission)
Maim without regard
For being a martyr
Cannot be topped!
I am already dead
You see
This life is not for me
He laid down His life
so that I may live
A new life He gave
to me.
I am just a visitor
in a foreign land
You offer a ticket home
Why would I desire to stay
where sickness and sin
on this earth
doth continually roam?
Here’s a knife
Let me sharpen it for you
Or if you prefer
As dull as you want
In fact, take your time
with your plight
So I can savor
What’s precious
In His sight
I am ready to take
My flight.
Yes I am ready to
Take my flight.
After your deed is done
Raise your knife
To the sky
Let the blood
drip to the ground
in celebration
I will be where
No blood is needed
where pain
has been defeated
I will be rejoicing
With you
Raise your voices
With joy!
For you have helped
Further a Kingdom
That has no end
A Kingdom for which
I need not defend
For with a single
Word
All enemies will be
Defeated.
Where does this boldness
Come from you ask?
Fool* What kind of question is this?
If you could only see
This dreadful God
A magnificent Force indeed!
Why would I fear
A worm such as yourself?
When He gives
Your strength to thee?
Father forgive them
They don’t know
What they are doing
Let them see
What made me free
May they kiss your Son
Now
before it’s too late
Please give them passage
To the northern gate.
As I take my last breath
I thank you for the chance
To take part in what many fear
This bravery is not mine
For I am Thine
Your Spirit puts to death
Unworthy fears
Revive your people O God! Awaken dead men’s bones…
to be martyred again. Put to death our childish fears.
Let us boldly embrace our cross with both hands, letting
go of all worldly ambitions. Holding it close as a gift from our
Supreme God, Who does all things to the council of His
own will.
Remembering our Father looks fondly upon the
precious death of His saints.
6/7/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
Psalm 116:15 Precious in the sight of the LORD [is] the death of his saints.
*Psalm 14:1-5 The fool hath said in his heart, [There is] no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, [there is] none that doeth good.
The LORD looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, [and] seek God.
They are all gone aside, they are [all] together become filthy: [there is] none that doeth good, no, not one.
Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eat up my people [as] they eat bread, and call not upon the LORD.
There were they in great fear: for God [is] in the generation of the righteous.
Please understand this is not how I feel every day...embracing pain, suffering and death. When I stay in a right relationship with Him, when I see Him as He is, when I experience His power, His unfailing love, His Holiness...then yes...O Father let me be on the front lines! Like David with a sling what can we possibly fear? Is not our God Master of all? Do you not want to please Him Who sacrificed His own Blood in our place? If He chooses to let us die, then so be it! What an honor to die for the King of the Universe! Ah, but this wretched flesh that we still live in! It balks at the idea. We fall back to it's comforts, it's foolish desires and then we want nothing to do with pain, suffering and the such. God help us! And yes, this is exactly what He does! He does not let us face anything that He will not give us the grace to make it through. We see this countless times when His true worshipers face death. He is more concerned for His name than we could possibly ever be. O Lord, have mercy upon us! Fill us with Your power, Your boldness and Your wisdom. May Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
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