I Should Have Been a Ninja

I should have been a Ninja
I like to wear black
I sleep with a sword
In case of an attack

I should have been a Ninja
I got skills with a staff
I am usually quite
Even when I laugh

I should have been a Ninja
I like to wear masks
To hide my identity
So don’t even ask

I should have been a Ninja
But there is one problem you see
I don’t like to kill
I like to make free

If I were a Ninja
I would try to set free
Children from predators
In terror they would flee

If I were a Ninja
I would secretly find
The plans of a terrorist
To kill all mankind

I would copy the plans
On a copy machine
Fax them to the world
For everyone to see

If I were a Ninja
In secret I’d help the weak
Give of my time
Their good I would seek

I would give of my goods
To feed those that hunger
Especially the elder and
Especially the younger

It then hits me
And I finally see...
A Ninja of freedom!
That’s what I’ll be!

11-6-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved

Those of you that know me well, know the first section is literally true (well, ok maybe not an expert at the bo staff)....the last section....let it be! I think this would make a good children's book. There is actually a lot of meaning to this poem though, if you think about it. The main message here is that many times we dream of being something great (according to our own ideas), yet we can be the greatest by being the least of all. This is true freedom...freedom from self. Let's all be Ninja's of Freedom, devoting our lives to others.

I am vaccinated by your touch
Protecting me from viral love
The antidote for my
Poisonous insecurities
That haunt me like
morphinic dreams

I can’t hide
For you hear my heart
Like a stethoscope
Pressed against my chest

Hold me
Press your lips
Against me
And penetrate me
Like a needle
In my skin of stone

You have a scalpel
That carves out
My stress
Filling the holes
With peace

Peace
but not quite
For your whisper
Gently reminds
Me everyday
I am yours
And
You are mine

11/4/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved

I am not much of a romantic, but here is my first real attempt at a kind of romantic poem. Allison hates it, but I usually fast forward through any type of romantic moments in a movie. I did give my romantic poem some action to help me make it through...you know needles, scalpels and poison. I haven't written for awhile and out comes a romantic poem tonight...go figure. Maybe I ran out of creative juices and finally submitted to writing romantically. : ) This is rare, but I couldn't think of a title...Nurse?, um Poison Love?...uh Doctor Love...ok I'm kidding, but I really couldn't think of an appropriate title.

Make Believe

Plastic mannequins playing cards
While wax figures melt away
Lego houses with Barbi doll toys
This is the path of loneliness
leading to the path of the crazy
Where has time gone?
Wake up to what’s real
Let time be stole no more

Pain is what separates you
from the plastic soldier
Melt the plastic
Recycle
and rejoice
in the splinters
for you are alive

Now live.

9/29/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved


I really haven't written much lately. I suppose my new position has had my mind overly occupied as of late. This poem may seem a little odd to post. My meditation here is on the trappings of creating "make believe" worlds to give us the illusion of intimate satisfaction. I remember seeing a documentary on Michael Jackson and he had these wax figures and mannequins he would keep in his room. My first reaction was "this guy is a psycho", but then I thought about how sad this was. Here is a guy who had millions of people that "loved" him and longed to be with him. Yet, he was so lonely that he surrounded himself with imaginary friends. From my own perception, I imagine that "real" people are not trustworthy. They cause hurts, disappointments and the like. In this age of facebook, blogs, myspace etc. there can be the temptation to be satisfied with a sort of cyber friendship, while distancing ourselves from those around us. I think these are great tools to enhance relationships, meet new friends or just to keep in touch. Perhaps for most people this has strengthened friendships. I am glad we have these tools, but at the same time let's not lose site of what's real. All that being said, let's not lose site of our One True Friend. Let's not lose site of our families. Another relationship that is critical is our local church. You can't find church online or through sermon downloads. We are instructed to "not forsake the assembling our ourselves together". The local church is what Christ uses to keep us accountable, to establish real, true and intimate relationships. Other relationships are great, but let's not forget the intimate relationships where God has chosen to intertwine us. Here is where people can see the "real you" and maybe therein lies the hesitation.