A Fridge Poem On Consuming – you can see what I did there 😉
I wrote this on a friend’s fridge during a party last year. Kind of exemplifies where I don’t fit in to the classic extrovert/introvert paradigm. Yes I want to interect with everyone at the party, and yes I hate small talk and want deep intimate conversation. So basically I try to get real deep real quick with every poor soul in the room. This often results in time to write fridge poems…… #awkwardbeardyguy
I hear a lot of talk about freedom but I don’t know that I’ve ever really seen it, except maybe in my dreams.
Some see freedom as a chance to escape. To leave and explore far away lands. But I dream of a freedom which lets me truly come home to the land where I dwell, to the person I really am. To be peace with a place. Continue reading On Freedom – Music For Searching Souls
One of the greatest passions in my life has been music. From listening to scratchy old LPs on my parents’ record player, stage invasions while playing drums in a gutter-punk band in my teens, wooing my soul-mate with heartfelt songs at an open mic night and to getting bashed up in a mosh pit at a P.O.D. gig.
Something about good music moves the blood in a way little else can. It somehow captures the soul and elevates us to a heightened state of emotion.
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As a man of many words, even I recognise that there are times too sacred for my incessant ramblings. So today I offer you one of my favourite poems by John Donne – a beer-swilling womaniser who fell in love with Jesus. He masterfully captures the beauty, the pain and the tension of Good Friday in these words, and I pray you will know something of the majesty of this day as you read these them. Continue reading A Poem For Good Friday