Thoughts from a few weeks ago

For some reason today, my mind seems to be on fire.  My eyes burn, my ears aren’t filtering out noise, and everything seems to be so loud!  I’ve hidden myself away in a quiet room, trying to find peace in the moment and get work done that I need to get done.  So many things are on my mind, though, that I can’t focus on just one thing and get it done.

So many things plague me – are nagging at my mind and heart: I want to serve mightily, to publish more books, and to figure out the commodities markets.  The cause of the markets’ patterns are so elusive, though.  Right there in front of me one minute and then bouncing around out of range the next.  It’s almost as if I’m chasing a mirage.  Trying to catch smoke in my hand.  That’s what it feels like some days.  Trying to come together in some sense but then coming unglued again.  The pieces don’t fit together nicely for some reason, yet.

My hearing seems enhanced today – much like every other day of my life.  Teaching in the classroom at school was deathly at times.  I’ve tried to explain it to people, but some just don’t understand.  So, it felt like the discussion a monologue, responded to with glazed over stares.

So many times, people are just trite in life.  They only focus on the immediate, the here and now, and the ‘id’ part of existence.  They seem to forget that there’s a whole other part of life that involves real living.  Living happily.  Finding joy in the things we do every day that will piece together this thing we call “life” and help make it make sense.

I know that nothing makes sense without God.  The foundation of the Earth was set at his command, and he built it the way he did on purpose.  That’s really the only thing that makes this life bearable.  Knowing that He’s there in the midst of all the crap we deal with makes it all worthwhile.  Without him, it wouldn’t be worthwhile at all.

Books by Marty


Loving Every Bit of It

Poetry that rocks the world
Stemming the tide that seeks the waves
All in the movement
The movement of the ages
Seeing the grandeur of the moments
And loving every bit of it.

Expressing in words
The meant-to-be’s
And the where-for-not’s
And the other things
That we think of one moment
And forget the next –
The things we wished we’d remembered,
In order to get them done in a timely fashion
Yet, other things took over
And put themselves in front of the others
Making themselves out to be the best,
The most important,
And the do-me-right-now things
That came to the forefront of our minds.

That’s what poetry is:
It rocks the world
Stems the tide that seeks the waves
Sees the grandeur of this moment
And loves every bit of it.

Books by Marty

Bonds Established

The friendships you develop when you’re young will follow you through your later years, hopefully.  They’re the ones you can count on when the chips are down and when the times get tough.  Sure, there are other people that you’ll meet along the way and become friends with as well, but there’s not the same certainty as from the ones established in your youth.  Perhaps I’m mistaken, and all of the ones that you developed in your youth were false or bad or shallow, but I doubt it.

Hearing people talk about friends they made in the third grade or the sixth grade or in Kindergarten makes me realize that the things that happened in our foundational years are some of the strongest life lessons and bonds that formed and shaped our lives.  Some of those formations were positive, and some were negative.  Yet either way, they were strong – that’s why most people remember them even into their twilight years.  They helped shape who we are today.

So, how to enjoy them to the max?  Relish the good bonds, and break free from the bad ones.  The bad ones no longer need to have a place in your life.  Discard them and turn them off.  Let them go from who you are and from who you think yourself to be.  Don’t hang on to those negative things just because they’ve always been around.  Instead, let them become good things today.  Replace the negative things from yesterday with good things from today.  Take out the old, and put in the new.  Take out the bad, and put in the good.  Take out the detrimental, and put in the uplifting, the caring, and the perspectives that will hold you up and sustain you until your dying breath.

Yes, relish the good bonds.  Know that they are there for a reason.  They will help you when all else fails, when all else dismays, and when all else casts down from their earthly castles the legions of men who will strike against you.  In those times, the good bonds that were formed in your childhood will come through.  All those things that you found sanctity in, they will prevail and prove to be a fortress for you.  Those moments of freedom, of mercy, and of glory will still stand true when the amazing brightness lights up your day.  Those will be the things that are still in the room and fill your heart with goodness.  Revel in them.  Believe that they will hold you close and will allow you to still be you – no matter what else happens.

Playing in the rain, seeing a sunset in summer, watching calla lilies move gently in the breeze – things like that and others are the things that will prove out to be the memories surrounding the good times in your life that are worth filling all of your memories with.

An ancient tackling of the peace you seek may attempt to destroy what you call home.   Do not allow that attack to succeed.  Prevail against it and hold fast to your territory.  Hold fast to your preeminence that you call truth – in it you will find grounding when all else is lost.  Keep the good, lasting memories alive, and believe always that they will come through for you in a clutch.

Finally, keep pursuing that which you know is right.  In pursuing, you not only uncover the truth; you also become stronger and more refined.  With time and pursuit, your accuracy and precision become better.  You improve with age, wisdom, and perfection.  You establish goodness as the gold standard and will formulate a solid pathway on which others can follow in the future.

Books by Marty

Held Ransomed

To see an answer held ransomed
By a thought lost in time
Is to see an inheritance lost
By skipping a generation
And proceeding down the wrong road
From where the beginner sent it off.

Why are words the things that seem plentiful
In the midst of lots of other ideas
That seem to get pushed aside
Or unattainable?

Words persist
In spite of everything else.
They cannot be shaken
They cannot be forsaken
They cannot be done without
For they do me from within.

A fresh awakening
Awaits the listener
For in the midst of the words,
There is life
And gain
And justice
Not just a turning of verse
For the pleasing of the ear
But a deepening from the listening
That will open up doors.

Books by Marty

Midnight Rambles, Soul Machine

Midnight rambles
Were the soul machine.
They cast us deep into the night
With music calling all around.
They beckoned to all
And pulled at some more specifically,
Wanting them to join in the fun.
Midnight music
Played any time of day
Is the kind of music
Destined to make friends with your soul.
It’s a machine
But it’s not
And it calls from within
To reach the without.

Books by Marty

God’s Fortresses

God’s fortresses will strengthen you when you are in the middle of the darkest nights of the soul.  There will appear to you at times in your life unfathomable depths of despair.  However – do not give up.  Do not give in to the temptation to quit.  God didn’t call you to a place of holiness for you to quit.  Life will lie to you at times.  That’s all part of the process of living and of living this dream we call life.  In the midst of all that, God will light a match for you.  And in utter darkness, that single, solitary match will flood your heart with light and ignite the indomitable spirit that dwells in you and makes you who you are.

Do not quit.  Give yourself a chance to win.  The world is looking for people who will endure, persevere, and come out on the other side stronger.  They desperately want to see a success story.  They want to know that they, too, can make it.  Be that source of strength to others.  Be that example of undying love.  Speak peace to everyone you meet.  Be the peace you want to see in others.  Let God’s light shine in you and through you.  Be a funnel that flows goodness to all.

Books by Marty

A Blinking of the Eyes

Do not apologize for your good actions.
Simply be the hope you want to find in others.
For in being it to others,
You help them find what they are looking for.
When they see that someone will help
Suddenly, their perspective will change
And you’ll wake up to a different world
You live in.

Destitution does not have to be the norm.
Instead, it can be pursued into the dark
And banished
Forbidden to return to it earlier place
Of occupancy
In your heart.

Death will reign for only a moment
And the passing from one place to the other
Will seem as a blinking of the eyes.
Awakening in fields of yellow,
The glowing will not cease
When you pass from this dream
Into your wakefulness.

Spirit beings having human experiences –
Created in the thought of heaven
Yet put in the ideas of earth.
Placed in places of passing
To trespass on our own souls
For a moment
Before seeing what lies before us,
In us,
And around.

They cause us to see not
What we were meant to see,
But what we chose to be
In the heat of the moment
And the loss of consciousness of our actions
That would prove out to be fatal,
If we did not correct course
And utterly abandon the hopelessness
We had so assuredly latched on to.
There is a way –
Ask for it –
It will appear.

Books by Marty

Stooped Catapults

Oh, but on the stoops of lives
The catapults sit
Ready to pounce
And cast away ideas
That first drove them to swinging their arms,
Flailing in the wind,
Casting to the clouds all that was before them.

Ideas are forced onto a road
That is dreamt into nothingness,
Pushed to extinction
By virtue of the place it has held
In the minds of society.

The stoops exist
As did the road
But they, too,
Become a blur
As they join the thoughts
That were cast high in the sky
And tossed away from the creators of the thoughts,
Lost somewhere between
Command of “Pull!”
And the innocent wisping of the rope
As it dangles from the top part
Looking back down on the stoop
Where its wooden parent sits.

Books by Marty

All in the Movement

Asking the questions that need to be asked
In light of the beauty of night.
We are all passing through
Seeking answers
And finding them

Senses enliven,
And show
Of who you are
In light of your makeup –

Knowing that you pass through this life
In only one direction –

And all the while
Knowing that tomorrow
Becomes today,
Which becomes
The day before today.

…All in the movement of time.

Books by Marty