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This is for all of us. We are so similar in our differences. We are together on this journey.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
From a student who saw me a couple of years ago....
- Jimbob Walter G-DizzleHey Dr. Fowlin. My name is Walter. I was the youth that introduced you at the Youth Conference. I have been bullied since preschool all the way up till my last year of highschool. I live in a neighborhood that is potentially african american/spanish in population and I am white. I have been a victim of bullying and racism for a long time. I also have a sister who is diagnosed with depressio...n and bipolar disorder, so I have been picked on for having the "crazy" sister. This is not a sob story, this was just me telling you a bit about myself and why I personally enjoyed what you talked about. If it is not too much trouble, I wrote something earlier today. It's nothing much, just a poem about depression and suicide. It is not my suicide note, for I am not suicidal, but it is something with a good message to it. At least I think so, and I was hoping to get some feedback from you
- Jimbob Walter G-Dizzlethere once was this kid named billy
growing up he acted real silly
always got picked on and teased in school
all because he didnt fit the description of cool
his clothes were plain with rips here and there
and his head was bald cuz he shaved his hair
everyday he went through the humiliation
yet he stood strong offering no retaliation
he'd get ambushed and jumped on his way home
just to get hit by his abusive dad; he was truly alone
till one day this young girl took notice of his pain
she was easy on the eyes with manners unfeigned
she tried to make friends, but he was too badly damaged
he was a giant wound, one that couldnt be bandaged
she tried and tried, yet her efforts went to waste
she had no idea of the decision billy faced
he suffered so much, he felt noone cared
he thought the girl was making fun, so making friends he never dared
see, the reason he always acted so cheeerful
was to hide the sadness and how much he was fearful
he refused to cry where others could see
why couldnt they just let him be
on the last day of school when he received his graduation page
he slowly ascended the steps to stand on stage
he looked out at everyone and plastered on a smile
didnt make a sound, just stood for a while
finally speaking, these were his words:
"you all laughed and teased and acted so tough
never once let up and thought enough is enough.
so i leave you today with not hatred in my heart
but complete forgiveness and a fresh start."
he then pulled out a gun and put it to his head
pulled the trigger, and before anyone knew it, he was dead.
no shouts or screams erupted from the crowd
but that one special girl cried so loud
everyone was mortified at the sight they beheld
for they knew it was their fault, this innocent boy was felled
he stood proud and strong till his graduation day
and finally found the courage to express what he had to say.
for everyone who read this and felt any ounce of remorse
that means you yourself have bullied and showed unecessary force
everyone was created equal noone better than the other
why must we hate...when we are sister and brother?
Saturday, October 5, 2013
I am the smile and the sadness
I am the smile and the sadness...
Such is the elation, such is the madness.
New moons spin their dizzying tears,
And full moons erase my fears.
I am the smile and the sadness.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
My Homeboy Under the Red Light
My Homeboy under the
Red Light
“Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you? The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’”
Matthew 25:37-40
“Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you? The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’”
Matthew 25:37-40
Sometimes
they come to me,
asking if I personally know Jesus.
asking if I personally know Jesus.
I’ve seen
him on so many occasions.
Once
I saw him on a tee shirt
where he comforted me,
and told me he was my homeboy.
Once
while down in the Village
I saw him, and he was homeless,
drunk and hungry.
He asked me if I had any change;
he needed a drink.
I asked Jesus if he was hungry,
and I offered him pizza and some company.
while down in the Village
I saw him, and he was homeless,
drunk and hungry.
He asked me if I had any change;
he needed a drink.
I asked Jesus if he was hungry,
and I offered him pizza and some company.
Once
I saw Jesus in a Japanese restaurant.
She was eyeing me with seductive smiles,
and sauntered over to me, seeking conversation.
She told me that she could free men.
She asked me if I wanted to know her and be free.
I told her that I was already free,
but still, I would follow her to the place she would lead.
I followed her into a motel room where she would free men.
Since I was not interested in being freed,
Jesus hid me in the bathroom,
while two men,
(with the grunts and euphoria of an altar call),
were freed.
I saw Jesus in a Japanese restaurant.
She was eyeing me with seductive smiles,
and sauntered over to me, seeking conversation.
She told me that she could free men.
She asked me if I wanted to know her and be free.
I told her that I was already free,
but still, I would follow her to the place she would lead.
I followed her into a motel room where she would free men.
Since I was not interested in being freed,
Jesus hid me in the bathroom,
while two men,
(with the grunts and euphoria of an altar call),
were freed.
Afterwards,
Jesus spoke to me:
“How is it that you see me for who I am,
and not what I do?”
“How is it that you see me for who I am,
and not what I do?”
Once
I met Jesus while I was in Amsterdam.
She was stuck in a room, and I saw her,
and there was a Red Light that shone down upon her.
I wanted to ask this rabbi so many questions
about her mission under the Red Lights.
Jesus told me that for 80 Euros she would give me
answers to some of my questions.
So for 80 Euros, I asked Jesus what truth
she had discovered about all men.
I met Jesus while I was in Amsterdam.
She was stuck in a room, and I saw her,
and there was a Red Light that shone down upon her.
I wanted to ask this rabbi so many questions
about her mission under the Red Lights.
Jesus told me that for 80 Euros she would give me
answers to some of my questions.
So for 80 Euros, I asked Jesus what truth
she had discovered about all men.
And Jesus
spoke,
“I come from another land, where men came to me,
promising the riches of heaven, if I sacrificed my body
and bore their sins. So, I sacrificed for men,
and they ate of my body and drank of my wine,
swearing that they did it all in remembrance of me.
And I, willingly, with the promise of a new earth,
consented to the sacrifice, allowing men to crucify me,
to scourge me, to revile and love me;
I make all things new.”
“I come from another land, where men came to me,
promising the riches of heaven, if I sacrificed my body
and bore their sins. So, I sacrificed for men,
and they ate of my body and drank of my wine,
swearing that they did it all in remembrance of me.
And I, willingly, with the promise of a new earth,
consented to the sacrifice, allowing men to crucify me,
to scourge me, to revile and love me;
I make all things new.”
Once
there was a spotting of Jesus, witnessed by a 17 year old boy,
during the worst day of his life. The boy was standing at his locker in Gethsemane,
shaking, holding back the tears and sweat
that fell like blood. When he turned around Jesus locked eyes with him.
The 17 year old boy felt naked and exposed,
and he tried to cover himself. But Jesus,
like all master healers, understood time; he knew this was not the day
for this precious lamb to be slaughtered.
Jesus breathed deeply, placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders,
and spoke, “It’s going to get better, so you must hang in there.”
there was a spotting of Jesus, witnessed by a 17 year old boy,
during the worst day of his life. The boy was standing at his locker in Gethsemane,
shaking, holding back the tears and sweat
that fell like blood. When he turned around Jesus locked eyes with him.
The 17 year old boy felt naked and exposed,
and he tried to cover himself. But Jesus,
like all master healers, understood time; he knew this was not the day
for this precious lamb to be slaughtered.
Jesus breathed deeply, placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders,
and spoke, “It’s going to get better, so you must hang in there.”
Once
I saw Jesus, angered by my voice in the wilderness.
I was crying out, (to anyone who would listen), about hope.
Jesus spoke, “This is not the time for hope. Do you not know
that I bring a sword to divide? Do you not see the Dragon?”
And there before my eyes, Jesus showed me the dragon creature,
soaring across her back. She spoke again, “Do not tell a soul,
but that Dragon is my savior, for it hides the scars,
given to me from my blessed mother and her hot, anointing oil.”
I saw Jesus, angered by my voice in the wilderness.
I was crying out, (to anyone who would listen), about hope.
Jesus spoke, “This is not the time for hope. Do you not know
that I bring a sword to divide? Do you not see the Dragon?”
And there before my eyes, Jesus showed me the dragon creature,
soaring across her back. She spoke again, “Do not tell a soul,
but that Dragon is my savior, for it hides the scars,
given to me from my blessed mother and her hot, anointing oil.”
Frequently,
when I pass by mirrors, I see Jesus.
He has much or little to say. He looks like me and them and they.
At times, he comforts: “You are beautiful.” “I forgive you,
so forgive yourself.” “Be true to you.”
At times, she reminds me: “You are not alone.” “Remember, they hated me first.”
But most of all, Jesus speaks in the way I understand best:
“You are my song of songs, a love poem, so bloom and spread everywhere
and across everyone.”
when I pass by mirrors, I see Jesus.
He has much or little to say. He looks like me and them and they.
At times, he comforts: “You are beautiful.” “I forgive you,
so forgive yourself.” “Be true to you.”
At times, she reminds me: “You are not alone.” “Remember, they hated me first.”
But most of all, Jesus speaks in the way I understand best:
“You are my song of songs, a love poem, so bloom and spread everywhere
and across everyone.”
A student
once asked me if I knew Jesus.
I smiled, then exhaled, “I see you, don’t I?”
once asked me if I knew Jesus.
I smiled, then exhaled, “I see you, don’t I?”
8/7/2013
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Thursday, August 22, 2013
The Transfer of Genes
The
clearest evidence of growth is admitting the parts of one's self that
were shaped by one's lineage; the shadows and lights given to us by our
genomes, influenced by both nature and nurture.
Last night, sitting with my daughter, running through some mathematics flash cards, I heard the stern voice of my father saying, "Come on, Saskia, this should be automatic. You need to know this stuff like a reflex." Internally, I laughed. I am my father's son; not in all areas, but make no mistake, my father's blood runs deep in my veins.
Last night, sitting with my daughter, running through some mathematics flash cards, I heard the stern voice of my father saying, "Come on, Saskia, this should be automatic. You need to know this stuff like a reflex." Internally, I laughed. I am my father's son; not in all areas, but make no mistake, my father's blood runs deep in my veins.
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