Clarity in Poetry

As I patiently wait for the next Zero To Hero assignment, I wanted to share a video I have been raving about for a little over a year. Poetry is an art form in two aspects; the writing is one, but the delivery of spoken word is another. In many cases, the reader of a good poem is limited to the interpretation by their minds voice. It is rare when a poet can express his work through voice, even with a hint of theater.

That is precisely what this video enables the reader to see. We see not only what the author wrote, but what he was feeling, thinking, and expressing as he wrote it.

Check it out, would be an awesome watch!

www.lifein6words.com

Once A Child, Now A Man… Soon.

Oh how I now see what precious time I have been given this winter break! A month off was the perfect amount of time, and I’ve got 6 more days to get back in the flow. Now I have to stop the video games, end the Netflix marathons and the slumbering until 7:30 am. My brain must prepare for the Word of God I’ll need to memorize daily. It will be good to see my two good friends from Georgia come back.

The Lord is my rock and I cannot believe the opportunity I’ve been given to go to school on a full scholarship. I feel I abused the privilege given to me in the first semester. My time allocation is not the best and I make rash decisions of habit. I know I shouldn’t. I know better. Yet, I go back to what FEELS good; laziness and lack of responsibility. Childish, I know.

Paul describes the battle with the flesh in Romans 7:14-15.

(14) Now then it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.

(15) For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing; for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not.

I know my battle with my flesh nature will last until the day I die. And I know I have the power within me (the Holy Spirit) to do the right thing, make the right choices, be the man God needs me to be. It’s just time to be a man… Paul was inspired by God to write this excellent passage in I Corinthians 13:11.

(13) When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

Time to put away childish things and fill myself with God’s will, so that I may properly discern what my next moves are.

Join me?

Mr. Roy G. Biv, A Gentlemen… I Suppose.

A clever spin in response to TheDailyPost writing prompt this morning… Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.

Roy G. Biv was a gentlemen and a scholar. He always had the utmost care to detail, spotting the faults and weak point’s in objects, exposing the failures of those around him, and making a scene of all the things wrong in this world. Simply put, Mr. Biv had a negative eye for detail, yet still gentlemen, I suppose. Maybe not…

Certain characteristics jumped out when you saw him. Roy never went a day without his bright green bandanna tied snuggly around his forehead. Of course, he had to make sure that the sweat of the morning jog would not defile his tidy red haired beard, which was always trimmed to perfection. He loved his bandanna, always kept it clean. Fellow joggers would wave and greet him with a brief smile. Roy would look, evaluate the person’s condition, and make a decision of response.

So judgmental, Mr. Biv! Tsk Tsk Tsk.

After his morning jog, he would get ready for work. Coffee was his usual kick start, laced with too much sugar and more creamer than your average cow would consider healthy. He took his normal sitting position in front of his giant living room window, reaching ten feet high and six feet wide. Cars would pass by and Roy would peer through his window to the world, bringing his orange coffee mug to his lips and sipping ever so gently. He would begin to assess the condition of his neighborhood. Cookie cutter house designs all with nice bright blue trim and mailboxes. All the grass was treated and trimmed neatly, because presentation was a must! Children were being walked by their parent to the bus stop down the corner, all with cute little backpacks filled with knowledge materials like crayons and paper.

Roy got up and headed out the door. He fiddled with his keys and tried to find the violet one designating the house key. As he locked the door and turned to his car, he was forced to stop. Crossing his driveway was a little boy with his mother. He was headed to school, just like all the other kids, but he was special. His name was Jerry Waterloo and he was born with no legs. Jerry’s condition forced him to be in a wheel chair and need the assistance of his mother to push him where he wanted to go. He was a nine year old freckled boy with a smile that would thaw any cold man’s heart.

But not Mr. Biv’s heart, his heart was rock solid.

He looked at Jerry and immediately began his analysis. He noticed how his shirt was rumpled at the collar and not fully tucked in. He detected his left hand mitten had a hole on the pinky finger. His hair was neatly combed, Roy gave him credit for the style, but it was a tad too long on one side. His backpack was a faded indigo with a little smiley face on each side. While Roy continued to judge poor Jerry with his eye for detail, he didn’t notice Jerry wheeling himself up the driveway.

Jerry continued his self-assisted roll all the way to Mr. Biv’s doorstep, smiling so big you would think it might have a hurt. He looked up at Roy and Roy looked right back; shocked.
“I made this for you Mr. Biv,” said Jerry. “It’s something I wanted to do for you, since you have the nicest grass and all. I really love your grass, Mr. Biv.”
Roy was stunned and didn’t know what to say. There was a brief pause and silence between the two.
“Well, um, thank you, Jerry,” replied Roy.
Jerry gave him a wave and wheeled himself down to the side walk. His mother smiled and they continued down the street to the bus stop.

Roy stood at his doorstep with his brief case in hand and a weird feeling. He looked down at the gift Jerry gave him. It was a yellow card with a crudely drawn smiley face and messy writing that read “Happy New Year Mr. Biv!”
You would think Roy would notice the imperfect circle for the smiling face, or the way the letters progressively slanted down the page, but he didn’t. All he saw was the kind gesture of a little boy who wanted to say something nice. Roy couldn’t help but feel different this morning.
Like a little light had been lit in his cold heart.

Oh, Mr. Biv.
 

A Certain State of Mind

In response to TheDailyPost  writing prompt this morning… when do you write the best?

There is a time in the day, close to the evening, when I have less stress about my writing expectations. At times I feel like I set the bar so high that I can’t make a reasonable approach to making actual sense. Day time engages too much of my analytical nature! I feel like a computer sometimes; constantly scanning my surroundings, my life, my choices. Evening time would be the best for me to spill out coherent thoughts, but there is one more element to assist achieving a clear state of mind.

Music.

I love music, especially Christian music with a good message (hard to find in most cases) and soundtracks too. Music helps me reflect on the day and breaks down the walls built from a day of analyzing. Reflection helps me to see what I am truly thinking. Plus, music prepares the mind to learn and worship. I used to play trumpet in high school and traveled to different honor bands at universities in Florida. I learned quite a bit about how music works. Chord progression, harmonics, building and shaping a musical phrase; beautiful! Music is a language! So powerful; an excellent avenue to communicate emotions that are indescribable with petty words or phrases.

When I want to write I play some music and just listen. I listen for lyrics, for patterns, for key chords or tense moments, especially for suspension and resolution of chord. I become less judgmental on my writing style and it just flows. I’m gone! I can write freely!

I want to share with you the most recent song that helped me through the past couple of posts. You can listen on YouTube here.

Happy blogging and make the most of today! Share the gospel!

 

What Was I Thinking?!

 

My journey through Bible college and serving the Lord at 23 years old… I think…

I have decided to take the #ZeroToHero Challenge on wordpress.com! Really exciting, especially since it claims to help you understand and build a foundation on blogging. When I elected to start blogging again, it was somewhat of a bitter thought. I remember my last time attempting. A user commented and said I should force myself to write. By doing so I would create a channel in my brain and form a habit. Well I tried, and ended up hating the very thought of logging in to make a draft. So I harbored those feelings for a while and gave it up. I placed my writing dreams on the shelf.

But then 2014 came along. I determined to blog again! Feelings of achievement and hope and dreams and fun and… success. I looked for different sites and they were all too static. Ghost.org was where I started and it was too BLAH! I got emails about a subscription and noticed how it was a new site that has a limited audience, a low monthly fee, a free trial, oh and I would get 30% off if I-

Delete.

There I was back at square one; BLOGLESS. And angry with another silly #NYE2014 Resolution…

Then I thought; what is truly holding me back? Commitment. I’m about to enter my second semester of college and I don’t know if I will have the time to put into it. I run a youth group, work in my church bookstore, and attend several services a week. Not to mention all the homework, memory verses, and house work I have to do.

But if there a chance for me to help someone else in the world with my testimony… then it would have been worth all the time.

So I’ll pray. I’ll pray this will be used as a light of encouragement, an avenue to share God’s love for my readers (and the world).

Would you come with me on my journey through Bible college and serving the Lord at 23 years old?

Buckle Up!

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

The Martinez Family

Me, my wife “K”, and our fur baby June!

To be honest with you, fellow blog reader, I don’t entirely know what this blog is about. Like you, I have been reading blogs for a long time and I have seen the select few that have a gripping content with a truly unique way with words. For many years I’ve sat behind the computer and tried to get my own little corner of the WWW. Closest I have come to a serious long-lasting blog was back in my junior year of high school… and it was a required project! So I’d be telling a lie if I knew what this blog is about. However, I can tell you a few truthful facts about myself.

I love writing. The English language to me is truly the best language in existence. The way it can be sculpted into a beautiful cluster of sentences is an art form I desire to master.

I live in season-less Tampa, where the weather is always hot, muggy, and hot. I’ve grown to love hate it.

Currently, I am entering my second semester at Florida Bible College of Tampa, where I am studying Bible Studies with a minor in… not too sure yet. Maybe I’ll write about how I got to FBC of Tampa; it would be worth a read.

I know I am going to Heaven because I believe Jesus Christ took and paid for all my sins on the cross over 2,000 years ago. I hold true to the Bible and the truth of eternal life to all who simply place their trust in Christ.

I have a beautiful and patient wife. We’ve been married for almost 3 years. Married life is good!

We have no children, save a cute, 10 pound fur baby we call June. She is enough for now.

I am the Director of Tampa Youth Ranch at Calvary Community Church, where we passionately teach the Gospel to teens! We then help them to tell there friends about the good news!

I play the guitar and sing… a little bit. I’m working on making this a refined talent some day.

Last thing; why SouthRiverside?

I’m from the South

I love Riverside as a name for my first church… some day!