Uploading my second spoken word song shortly. :)

Confession & Direction

It seems that in our times,

there are those desperate to find

direction,

like an overworked commuter

narrowly missing their rush-hour train connection.

There’s a census on the go

between the tissue on these bones,

and word on the grapevine is that I’m dried out;

spent,

running on nothing but the fumes that line these weary lungs.

Well gee I hate to be the bearer of bad news

or cast a fog over your day

but it’s true – or at least it was.

There was a time when

energy danced,

vibrant and caustic,

coursed through veins

now housing nought but dust and dull space;

you could throw your voice and it would never return to give you the time of day.

Thing is, we hail from an age where caffeine is all the rage,

fuelling masses as they crawl from the comfort of their urban bedspread

to square up to whatever mammoth tasks

lie hidden in the alleyway shadows and

architectural battlefields of each day.

Within the office space we’re taught to embrace the human carapace

that the 9 to 5-ers develop,

constructed amidst the

paper,

printers and

painted plasterboard

to strengthen our spine as we combat slurs with no backbone of their own.

Chronic darkness in daylight hours spews forth

from open graves and lying tongues.

Our cheap and hollow talk causes costs to mount

as we trade monetary deficit for short-term social benefit.

But a crafty tongue never gained a soul entrance to heaven.

Let not the work crafted by hands persistent

be undone by words incoherent.

But don’t be dismayed, my friend,

for my previous statement laid the outcome of said internal warfare out in the open;

I once was blind,

but now I see.

I have since escaped the humdrum and drone of the district,

trading it for an existence seemingly endless and extensively uplifting.

Cuboid chrome gave way to lush foliage

and the soothing, tranquil sound

of lapping waves.

the drone fell, and silence took its place.

Welcome back, my peaceful friend.

When placed side by side,

the two opposed would surely present the same pitfalls,

but this is not the case.

I once lived in fear of the repercussions around each corner,

masked by pillars and parking lots;

confronting the daily sunrise and its nameless secrets

with anxiety as I tried to find my way.

A futile attempt to find that elusive direction

sought by so many around me in vain.

But here, in this place,

I am not the driving force,

rather a merry and ever-curious passenger on a vessel

destined for greener pastures and greater things,

If I endure the trials.

I find myself set upon ground that is spacious,

my heart tenacious,

lungs once capacious from asphyxiation

now awash with oxygen,

with life,

in the most copious quantities.

For now the cloud is lifted,

unveiling a cerulean haven towards which

I unload my every thought,

before tracking my gaze down from the ethereal domain

to the point where it meets a vast expanse,

clear as glass

that shimmers and shifts,

clamouring to greet my toes as they dig in the sand

before retracting again,

Infinitely repeating.

You see, my strength no longer comes

from my own pedigree of try-and-try again bravado,

but rather a manifestation of a power

too colossal

for me to handle solitarily in its rawest form.

I am blessed.

I am loved.

I am secure in the grasp of One who is not defined by structures,

confined to borders,

or restricted by fatigue.

Now governed by a might undiminishing,

a love unflinching,

a grace so forgiving,

the once tired shell that housed this heavy heart

has been reinforced with a substance hardy enough

to weather the most malicious of storms.

Let the tempest come.

The words for my second spoken word piece are now complete!

Wahoooo!

This majorly picked up my day. Just sharing. :)

I hope your Tuesday has been superfluous so far!

:D

My mum just listened to ‘Confession and Direction’, and she couldn’t believe that I wrote it, let alone the words in the space of two days. The fact she was lost for words left me speechless;

this is the first time either of my parents has been truly taken aback with genuine pride in something that I’ve written musically.

I’m kind of tearing up a little.

For those of you who are still interested;

The FINAL demo of my track will be up shortly. :)

I am so very blessed by the outcome.

All glory goes to God!

:D

Slowly.

Getting.

Closer.

FINISHED!

Sorry to bore you with another spoken word-related post, but I’m done writing the words now…I just need to record it!

Thank you, Father for giving me the patience, inspiration and vision to put this together.

I love You.

:) 

Wondering

If my spoken word piece is going to be worthwhile;

I’m beginning to ponder as to whether it’s too wordy, complex and honest for its own good.

Ah, to be a perfectionist when it comes to writing.

Decisions…

Do I upload the music for my spoken word track on this here blog, and get your lovely input before I move onto the words?

Would be cool to know your thoughts, right? Wrong? :)

Rough demo is complete!

…well, the music is!

Now I just need words…I’m feeling rather inspired, so it may not take long.

I’ll just chill with God and see what He digs up. :)