September Preflight Poetry

Shabbalicious September / What A Time To Remember / A Labourious Birthday Labor Day / Only Seemed It Would Always Be That Way / As Each Passing Year That I Got Older / With Certainty Of More To Shoulder / I Prayed To Face The World Much Bolder / Now 31 Years And What To Show? / HA! / Those Short Years Only Mean Much Further to Go / For There Are Many Secrets Of Brent The World Has Yet To Know / Surprising Works In Progress Purposefully Kept Low / In Divine Timing Will Radiantly Glow / For In Me Are Being Made Perfect ALL The Giftings Which Only My Maker Could Bestow!!

September, 2010, Year of the Eagle

– brent


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Judge “Gently”

I once met this amazing fellow who likes to say, “People don’t CARE about how much you KNOW, they only want to KNOW how much you CARE.” Such an aptly fitting mantra of this man’s lifestyle and work. Joe’s business is Kingdom business. He works for Jesus “providing food, shelter, and HOPE to ALL those in NEED”, just as his business cards read. Was a great honor to meet this kind brother and I’m looking forward to giving him my support.

Hope you enjoy this poem he passed on to me…

Judge “Gently”

Please don’t find fault with the one who trips,
or stubles along the road.
Unless you have worn the shoes they wear
or struggle beneath their load.
There may be tacks in their shoes that hurt,
though hidden from your view,
Or the burden they bear, placed on YOUR back,
might cause YOU to stumble too.
Don’t sneer at the one who’s down today,
unless you have felt the blow,
that caused their fall, or felt the shame,
that only the fallen know.
You may be strong, but still, the blows that where theirs,
if dealt to YOU, in the very same way,
at the very same time, might cause YOU to stagger TOO

– Joe DeMicco
FIVE LOAVES, TWO FISH


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True Love is Praying for You

Though you may attract many lovers to your bed, true love’s desires can’t be fed… till you know the appointed and anointed covering for your precious princess head

While all your boy toys are payin’ and playin’ for your attention he’s the one who, through prayerful ascension, is unceasingly makin’ mention of your life and future to the father of the fatherless…

Yeah, he’s the one faithfully and patiently waiting for you – praying each day and every night for you, for the light of God’s love to breakthrough… Holding on to God’s promises, knowing there is nothing He can’t and won’t do to reach you

Yeah, he’s envisioning your Father’s many majestically captivating love ways…

of shinning out in beautiful sunny rays His many blessings towards you throughout your days,

or perhaps His light will capture your heart by night when casting overhead in picturesque portrayal His vast love, ever expansive and infinite as the sky complete with a star twinkling just for you

now contemplating another of nature’s display of God’s love – he’s considering the blue ocean forever in motion, likewise a sign of love’s deep devotion with many mysteries of constant discovery

…hmm, what will it be? …how about this divinely inspired poetry?

Yes… he’s excitedly and hopefully waiting for you to see the sublime ways God has made known His love for thee, and the profound length God has taken to demonstrate a love that cannot be shaken – a love that could do what none other could do …who would send His son to die for you …yes, even in your place – He died to completely erase sin’s stain, alleviate your deepest pain, and help you overcome all death’s fear… So call on Him now when He is near and He will surely wipe away your every tear!

While you wrestle sleepless nights away with unsettling thoughts haunting your precious head, he’s thinking of you, still praying that you’ll make it through. …and when you’re left lonely despite any number of lovers who’ve shared your bed, he’s praying that you’ll fall a sleep and wake in the arms of Jesus instead.


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About This Site

i am brent.

On this personal site of mine you’ll find some of these topics:

World Politics

  • Truth is stranger than fiction, conspiracy theories aren’t theories when they get proven

Blogging

  • All about our content driven Internet and about the world of web logging, aka bloggin’
  • My online journey from the very beginning of blogging history on the internet to becoming an internet rockstar

Recording Engineering and Production

  • Guitar: Featuring all 9 of my beautiful babes, and other stuff about guitar equipment.
  • Getting the best from using technology without losing the soul of the song.

Art

  • Art can stimulate and bless your mind and soul
  • Creating our own art, as well as enjoying and sharing other’s art can really enhance our lives

Featured Websites That I love

  • Online resources that benefit my life, hope they’ll benefit yours too

Health

  • Because I am into healthy living, and I like to study and learn about everything related to holistic health
  • One of my start-up project goals is the opening of a health and wellness facility

Spirituality

  • I have crazy experiences with God and angels and seeing wild miracles happen.

Business Projects of Mine

  • Fashion design and retail, e-commerce
  • NeevusOS – my own GNU/Linux computer operating system
  • Building a worldwide online social network

Lifestyle Design

  • How I define lifestyle design – “Creating a life lived with purpose, on purpose.”
  • Tips and Ideas for helping you create the life you want
  • Living life to the full, with adventure, and with great success

Travel

  • Our world is so fascinating and want to experience it all and share all I can with other’s about the amazing cultural history, languages, sites to see, and peoples of our world.

Music

  • I’m a music junky! Funk, Soul, Blues, Country, Alt-Rock, Rap – give me all of it, but none of the super cheesy commercial stuff
  • Will be showcasing the musical works of my favorite artist and discussing music art in general
  • I play guitar and write songs, maybe I’ll share ; )

Technology and Science

  • Of course I can write a lot about both technology and science since they are some of my most passionate interest from an early childhood, beginning with the electronic kits and science kits that were my best friends growing up.

Fashion

  • Because I dig crazy and fun fashions and enjoy to sewing and creating stuff too, of course I’ll be talking all about this subject as well — and BTW…
  • I’m the founder of NeevusFashion, check it out!

Animals

  • My dogs are my best friends and I have always loved animals, expect animal photos and stories to be featured.
  • I really want horses again, they were a part of my childhood and honestly I won’t consider my life a total success until the day I have a ranch home with at least two horses to ride.

Poetry, Autobiographical Stories, and Articles I Write

  • Expressing myself with poetry comes easy for me, I owe this to having read so much in my lifetime, especially as a child, and also because of practice, I guess – Idk but..
  • I enjoyed writing to get my point across, and my writings have been featured here and there, both credited and as a ghost writer.
  • My lifetime includes some pretty crazy adventure stories and I expect more to come, so there’s plenty to write about in this regard!  So I’m working on turning my private journals into an autobiography which I’ll publish here as blog posts.

Thanks for coming by, stay tuned for all of this and more…


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Up Here

Sometimes I walk my life out on a tightrope
Somewhere so high above your head
Yeah you can’t understand my balance
and if I didn’t I’d fall dead

Already died once can’t do it again

Up here I got my life line
Up here walking is divine

Up here getting closer to the vine
closer closer all the time

If you ask about my lofty perspective
It comes from the one who gave me this directive

He said, lose your life to gain it back
He said, die to sin let your new life begin

It’s a true love guarantee
written in blood for you and me

Yeah, you may think I’m insane
but the reality is…
To live is Christ, and to die is gain!

You may think I’m insane,
well that’s what I think of your life
so insanely lifeless, a life mundane.

So come on already,
Come on up here!

Up here we’re having forever time
Up here we drink the new wine!


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THE PRODIGAL – By M.G.Wallace

THE PRODIGAL
By M.G.Wallace

What happened to her? Where did she go?
The one with the laugh and never a foe.
She’d light up the room with only a smile,
Lending a hand or an ear all the while.

Somewhere along the journey of life
Her heart was consumed by darkness and strife.
When did it change? How can she know?
She faded too slowly to see it go.

Confused by the hurt and turmoil of late,
She wonders if this is really her fate.
There’s only one answer for the state that she’s in
But she can’t see it clearly through the veil of sin.

What’s that?!? A light is piercing right through.
It started out small and she watched as it grew.
With ripping and tearing is the veil torn away
Instantly turning her night into day.

And now with the warmth of the Light on her face
She’s enveloped by Mercy, Forgiveness and Grace.
“Where have you been?”, to her Lord she cried out.
“You were gone for so long, I started to doubt.”

“My daughter,” He said, “I’ve always been here.
You just couldn’t see me because of your fear.”
“Oh Jesus, forgive me, for running away!
I promise to never again go astray.
I know in my heart my life is made new
As long as my eyes remain always on You.”

This poem reminds me about a video of my awesome friend Angela:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLyvYzcvXpc


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Revolutionary Vision

The Vision – by Pete Greig

So this guy comes up to me and says:
“what’s the vision? What’s the big idea?”
I open my mouth and words come out like this:

The vision?

The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus!

The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army.
And they are FREE from materialism.

They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn’t even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.

They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.

What is the vision ?

The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults angry.
It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars.
It scorns the good and strains for the best.
It is dangerously pure.

Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose,
that they might one day win
the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.

Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again:

“COME ON!”

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground

And the army is disciplined.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”.

Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners. Martyrs.
Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them ?

And the generation prays

like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.

Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.

They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive

Inside.

On the outside? They hardly care.
They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives – swap seats with the man on death row – guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.

Don’t you hear them coming?

Herald the weirdos! Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.
They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this vision will be.
It will come to pass;
it will come easily;
it will come soon.

How do I know?

Because this is the longing of creation itself,
the groaning of the Spirit,
the very dream of God.

My tomorrow is his today.
My distant hope is his 3D.
And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.


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