5x5's

 Here are the 5x5 poems I received from people, thank you for writing them! I have really enjoyed reading them. Feel free to write more :)

My voice is broken, cracked,


from the illness I suffer.


Inflicted by my own doing,


I sit, hoarse and tired.


Tomorrow will bring my health.

-Ben Brown

For quite some time now


My brain has gone away


Never coming when most needed


Tears, pain, fear; never understanding


I hope this can change




-Halla Walton


My life is going great.

When I am with God. 

The tears have all dried. 

I’m no longer broken inside.

I find Joy in Jesus.




-Katy Latham

Working extremely hard all night


Time diminishes out of sight


I grow tired and lose fight


It gets out of hand


Now I’m a better man




-Dalton Briley


All women are abstract art


Two pieces aren’t the same


Man can look at one


And see the beautiful sun


While another sees undoubting rain




-Bryan Mabe


Day breaks new opportunities arise.

I surrender; seeking and searching.

To find beauty in rain. 

To give my all today. 

Night falls with no regret




-Scott Chase

Our skin is paper-thin


and yet stronger than steel.


What an overused paradox that


we are made to understand


but can’t seem to grasp. 


  

-Cindy Lusk  

 

The weight; much to bear. 

Yet set my pride aside. 

When all seems quite unfair.

You’ll leave these ropes untied. 

Together stay until we’ve died


  

-Dennis Swartout

 

Went to the coast today,

Asked the Spirit come too!

To our surprise He showed,

Our torn hearts were healed,

So glad we went there.

-Deanna Stanton

5x5's (Paul's Daily Poems)

       Paul Halupa, one of my all-time favourite teachers once gave me a task to help me become better at songwriting/poetry. The task was simple. Every day I had to write a small "five-by-five" which is a form of poetry I believe he made up.
The only rules are these:

Each poem must be 5 lines total
Each line must have 5 words

It's not that hard of a thing to write, and for the month that I wrote them, I found that I ended up writing something I would describe as a "poetic diary-tweet."

So here's my challenge.

      I'm not asking that you write one every day. (that would be awesome). I just want to get a glimpse of a day in the life from you.
Please do this, I love poems, and these will be even better because they will be from the folks I care about. (which is you!)

Just type em up and send them to me, either Facebook, email, Twitter, or comment it on here, and after awhile I'll post them on here!

Here's my first one from today, Oct 19

I rely on the rain.
It brings the sky down
to my plain, so strange
that water is like me.
We never can be still

Three, Twelve, and 24

 By: Christian Brown



A temple, a tree, a veil,
One raised, one nailed, one torn.

A Son, a Death, a Life,
refused, reclaimed, reborn.

This bread, this cup, this Man,
He broke, He poured, He sent

Body, water, spirit
spent, spent, spent.


Inspired by:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHgjVMGQBQE

Pan Syndrome

           

My friends are getting hitched right and left.
It is one heck of a scary sight, but I suppose everyone goes through this sort of matrimonial audience stage. My friend told me he was going to propose to his then girlfriend, now wife, while we sat in a gymnasium at a summer camp he was working at, and I had that sort of gut drop thing go on.
I knew that if any of my friends were going to get married any time soon, it'd be them for sure, but I was still a little shocked. Lots of people who hear about them or their wedding have a common initial reaction, "They're so young!" "How will they get by?" or "Oh boy..." But the truth is that their age wasn't what scared me. It was my age.

Their readiness for that next step in their lives woke me up to the fact that such steps were going to be on my front porch in not too long, whether it be marriage, college, or career. It seems that I am prone to every mortals complex: time.

I have Pan-syndrome. My deepest desires, which can only come to pass with my deepest diligence, are pawned off for fear of failure in my mind. When I think of what I hope to do in my life, the creeping doubts subtly redirect me to want to be free from responsibility. I find myself wishing away things I normally enjoy being a part of so that I can......... the logical thinking usually ends there. Growing up is the fear, and like the flying, green-clad boy from the Disney movies, it's easier for me to just be elsewhere (mentally).

How does one even go about growing up? I think it's easy to say it just happens, but I do not like the idea of just getting by, to just scrape an existence off of this earth as I wish I was something else. Like most of my pondering on life, time, and the inescapable, I find myself settling on these facts, which regardless of the life after, or the week after, are true.

Life is lived one breath at a time, and I am rich because of those breaths God gives me.

I have this awesome chance to live a life of abundance, and finding out what it means to run the race. Thank God we grow as we live. If we didn't, we might be stuck in Neverland or some other place where we never get to see what life has to offer, and never come to understand the worth of each breath.

Lust and Love

Christian Brown

Lust is just smoke,

Love is a fire.

Lust wants and needs to fill it’s desires.

Lust is a weed

And Love is a tree.

Love wants to give, yearns not to receive

Lust is a coward

Love fears no pains

Lust has to fear but Love just remains.

Lust cannot quench

Love won’t run dry

Lust only taints Loves endless supply

There’s nothing to lose with Lust,

But everything to fear

There’s the world at risk with Love

But how could you hold dear

The things of which you can’t be rid,

Yet never satisfy,

The quiet, empty, vainful bid

I tell you, it’s a lie.

We seek for Love and do not know

Exactly for what we thirst

Tired and weary of the search

We settle for Lust first

Lust is always punctual

Love is never too late

Lust breaks down your door,

Love outside, will wait.

Lust is definite

Love is infinite

Lust is definable and easy to see

Love is most potent when behind the scenes

So discern my friends,

What’s good and what’s fast

Love will endure,

And Lust will not last