Filed under: Questions on life, The Grass is always greener... | Tags: bridges burning, friendship, hurt, love
You lit and threw a match on the bridge that lied between us
and now you want to put the fire out.
The flames shot up so fast, even water made them spread
and they threw themselves on friends we had around.
And now I’m left with weakened stance upon unsteady ground
that moans with every wind that comes its way.
The air still smells of burning and the sky still looks like ash,
And you ask me if we’ll still be friends today.
….the truth is…
I know that time heals wounds and that joy makes us forget
the hurt that filled our minds and lit the flame.
I know that this experience will leave us with a knowledge
that otherwise we never would have gained.
But will this bitter after-taste that I have in my mouth
go away with a single piece of gum?
Will everything you didn’t say and everything you didnt do
make me turn away from you and run?
It all depends on value, if you value what we had
If you value me a friend and gain my trust.
I lost a love but gained perspective on a friend and brother
And we both know that forgiveness is a must.
Gravity will ground us as the past will fade to memory,
humility will force us to come down.
And the fortune of two friends will be the test of time
As the spinning wheel of life turns round and round.
- Adjoa Skinner
Filed under: The Grass is always greener...
I once loved like I had a blindness
I once loved like there was no end
I loved with my heart too wide open
And all awhile longed for a friend.
I loved with a great un-abandon
I loved with too much on my mind
I loved much too frequent and yet had
never a true love to find.
I loved far too heavy and quickly
that I loved him right out the room
And he laughed at how I did chase him
I told him I loved him too soon.
I once loved a boy masquerading
like he was a man, but he lied
parading me round like a prize he had bought
but taking me just for the ride.
I loved because I wanted someone
to love and to hold and to kiss
but then what I lost was the person
that I hoped I never would miss.
To love is to reach for that someone
in hopes that they’re reaching as well
But sometimes the outcome is different
And only with time can you tell.
Filed under: Off Day Poetry.... | Tags: Adjoa Skinner, Dr Marcus Goodloe, Goodie, Mosaic Church SouthBay
Inspired by the teachings of Dr. Marcus Goodloe
Sunday July 5th, 2009
EXTRAORDINARY
Extraordinary events by extraordinary people
In one town made of much
And one way to get towards a destination
where growth comes by a touch.
Of greater creativity,
from larger hearts aware
that flowed from great imagination
showing us we care.
Whilst high above and all around
the force of power wills
that we might step outside the bounds
of that which brings us chills.
To take risks beyond measure
leaving comfort for a test
That takes us far from fiscal wants
while teaching us true rest
comes sometimes in the midst of crisis
in the midst of lack.
And teaches us to give out
far beyond a single act.
And when we have a session
that includes a greater love
There seems to be no boundary
and the number high above
The number that we thought we’d help
with our two hands and feet
But great imagination
showed us goals we had to meet.
- Adjoa Skinner
“To live is to grow, its to listen and learn, to serve and to love, but not wait for return.”
Filed under: Off Day Poetry.... | Tags: Adjoa Skinner, One Worship, Oneonta Church, Rev. Gordan Kirk, the tongue
The tongue, it is a fire
a spark that lights a flame
It can bring disaster
and tarnish people’s names.
It can speak out deceit
and it can spit out lies
it can crucify a friend
and lead to your demise
The tongue can cut much deeper
than a sharp knife or an ax
It can give you “honesty”
even if you haven’t asked.
It can change such words as love
into hurt or dismay
when the tone afixed to it
is the opposite of the word they say.
For our words hold great power
to burden or to ease
And if our words are gossip
they spread like a disease
They trick us into thinking
it is our right to speak
When little words unfit are spoken
making strong men weak
So here it is, the proverb
that speaks because its true
One whose hurt, hurts people
and maybe that is you..
Sarcastic words can shoot
just like a gun blow to the head
and they take the life of someone
and they leave that person dead.
Like an sharpened arrow
ready and then shot
Like a razor cutting deep
or poison that can rot
The tongue it is a fire
and a sword ready to fight
so ease off on the heavy
and speak within the light
For darkness will surround
the individual who sees
That their right is bitterness
that bites back and deceives
And when the spark is so alight
it turns into a flame
It proceeds like a wildfire
that man cannot contain
Know this, that your words hold weight
what you cannot see and know
That once released the tongue won’t cease
to go and go and go….
- Adjoa Skinner
Based off of Rev Gordan Kirk’s message “Clear Communication” @ Oneonta’s One Worship 4-26-09
for more info on One Worship go to: www.oneonta.wordpress.com
Filed under: Off Day Poetry.... | Tags: Adjoa Skinner, brokenness, Erwin McManus, faith, hope, mosaic, Naomi, Ruth
I am at the end of myself
aware that I can be broke but have faith
I am at the end of my rope
with no way for these feelings to be erased
There is a struggle about me
and there is a war deep within
There is a mountain before me
Feeling weak, losing hope, getting thin.
And all of my choices have led me
to the foundations on which I stand.
Now longing for a rock to climb on
and someone close to hold my hand.
But even when there is no person
who longs to be there as my aid
I have the choice and right decision
to follow the sun or the shade
To see myself here in the process
instead of what was, but was is
to see myself here in the present
feeling a new kind of bliss.
To see I have good things in tow
and they wrap like a blanket that’s warm
enveloping me in the darkness
to provide a shelter from the storm.
To build up a new world to live in
first asks me to trust then to move
when I’m too aware that I’m lonely
that I choose to take the wrong groom.
Yet my failures can become my fortune
when true faithfulness takes me toward health
And I then learn within the moment
its not about status or wealth
I go to the start to assess things
in order to move forward now
Knowing its worth it to pay the price
to find God within it somehow.
- Adjoa Skinner
based off of Erwin McManus’ talk @ Mosaic Westside on April 19, 2009
I want someone to call me
I want someone to care
I want someone to tell me
They’re sad that I’m not there
I want someone to hold me
I want someone to hold
I want someone who wants me
Slim or fat: Young or Old
I want a good companion
I want a better man
I want for them to know and see
I’m doing all I can.
I’ll wait for them
as they for me
From now, til then
We’ll wait to see
How time will speak
what patience taught
Our Knees both weak
by what It brought
before our eyes
into our hands
I can’t despise
life’s prior plans
If time took time
to get you here
The wait was fine
to have you dear
But come to me
believe I’m close
now run to me
like I’m the most
intriguing dream
you’ve ever known
for though it seems
I’m fine alone
I’m… fine
but not quite at my best
that’s why
I’ll hold you to my chest
When time creates
a space between
The everything
that we’ve both seen
It lets us stand
both hand and hand
and journey in
a foreign land
So, lets begin
its time to start
I’m waiting
with an open heart.
Filed under: Uncategorized
poem based on Erwin McManus’ Easter service – Hollywood 9pm
April 12th, 2009
The commandments are the minimum the basic things to do.
But we find the Beatitudes refresh us toward the new.
Blessed are those who trials make them different and strong,
Blessed are the persecuted, who know they don’t belong.
Whose eyes are fixed on heaven, but whose feet are here on earth,
Who are living different, and call it their re-birth.
When they are so reminded, that they’re human and they break
But blessed are they that give out love, and never love forsake.
Despite the harsh realities, despite their past mistakes,
Blessings are for everyone whose hardships they can’t shake.
Poor in spirit, rich in love, they’re gifted outside fear
Of what the world may give them and what trials may come near.
What makes it difficult for them is finding sense within
the tainted and strange history that they have since been given.
Blessed are they who are the persecuted for no wrong.
Who time again will give out love but sing a Martyr’s song.
This is not the strong and mighty, this is not the proud
this is not the one who speaks their righteousness out loud.
These are the lives that speak in rhythms of the beating heart
who understand their purpose and so live a work a art.
Overcoming obstacles that drag them to the ground.
Looking at the hope within this good thing that they’ve found.
Blessed are they who know the answers come when they first trust,
within a God who loves them, and so trust this God they must.
The world will never hold a flame to all the grace He shows
The door outside the tomb was sealed but opened when He rose.
- Adjoa Skinner
Easter Sunday
