Monday 31 December 2012

Resolve to My Resolutions


“3, 2, 1.. happy new year!” they shouted and kissed. “Ew” says a child that I hear whom is utterly disgusted by the display of warranted affection. I smile before shifting my way through the crowd, spontaneous to the events that beheld.
“Happy new year man” says a fellow stranger, drunken with joy and beer. I nod. As I shift along I see individuals crying, some with candle and others with partner. Indeed, remembering those we’ve lost in this and past years embarks upon the renown affirmation; we made it and shall honor them in continuance. I look away and continue to venture down my crooked path. Where am I going? It’s unclear, even to my knowledge that I’ve honed this coming year. “Resolutions” I mutter to myself in surprise. Had this been the inconsequential thought which had guided me since now? What of them? I had none and I would feel rather unwise to start assuming I did.
I stop to a street corner where the crowd had thinned. I take my place at the corner of a wall with my breath bleeding into the cold air. “Resolutions” I say again, this time with effort to ponder. This year I had loved and lost. I had become homeless. Hospitalized 4 times and diagnosed twice. I’ve yet to attain close friendships or build strong family ties. I’ve sought myself into the areas of writing. Novels, movie scripts and blogs; yet I’ve still failed to succeed. I’ve been in spiritual warefares that have begotten me in my weaknesses. Such intersessions that have changed my view of God, Heaven and self. Where I was following into the charms of “cast Satan out” I sooner realized that our ideologies of his deception were mere fantasy. He is untimely and unquestionably superior to our knowledge and strategy. Had it been but a moments notice too late I would have been..
“Sigh” What do I expect of myself this year? Success? But what kind of success? From whom? Who would care to idle in their patience at my advertisements of  assumed talent? Health? I have that.. After this years dreadful bout with evil, I was once a weak follower. A man who knew little of the powers that be. Love? I’ve yet to give up on that notion, the true essence of care and mutuality. The kind of romance that is inspired by spontaneous acts of kindness and appreciation. Where arguments are few but within the degree of mutual respect and, of course, honor. But to hope for that in this new year is futile. I’ve learned that kindness in a man can be taken for weakness and the world devours those susceptible to its advantages. I will rather wait on God’s honest submission otherwise fall to my weaknesses.
“Resolutions..” I say as I shift on that corner stone. Indeed, a corner stone once forgotten. But now is not the time.. or is it?
Someone shouts in the off setting of the crowd bringing me back to reality. A worldly adventure indeed it is, to have a resolution. But a godly venture it is, to aspire to the things of Heavenly acceptance. I shuffle back over to the crowd and muster one last word, “I suppose I have none this year.”

My Apology



He was drunken with sadness. The kind of sadness where one is forced to kneel and grasp the fine linen that graces their chest. The kind where sobs and moans over take any effort of audible sentences; deranging the opportunity for any listener within the still sky to hear his cries of embarrassment. “Guardian Angel,” he beckons, “Hear my apology!” He shifts on his knees whilst tears stream along the lines of cheek to jaw bone. Has forgotten dignity in this dark field. It is only lit by the illumination of the moon, desperation is not definitive upon such courage. He has undergone a walk through the eternal pit of damnation. Learning their secrets, their temptations and pitiful weaknesses of man. He returned from such a walk and prized himself unto the mercy of God. He began as such, beckoning to his angel. “Dear angel, hear my cry! I’m sorry for the embarrassing ways that of which I’ve led you to witness. For the mockery of God’s grace set upon my soul, my being and free will. Please hear me my angel! I’m not asking for a rescue. I’ve been there before in my weak form. A hopeless man who became self-entitled among his struggling ways. I’ve heard the evil chantings, the deceptive lies and cruel tricks that have been masterfully displayed. I’ve risen from the depths of my own tribulations. Of my own self-sinning prison. With the mercy of God, I found rescue in his Love. A love which stood over the evil mockery and taunting of my plight and had them cower in fear. No, Today on this new year I pray that my guardian, that Heaven and God can forgive me for my embarrassing ways. For the ways that I’ve made God’s laws, love and divine promises look as pitiful as I were.”
He hangs his head low as he slumps further to the ground. A clench of his jaws stills the cries that, if he were a modern man; would have succumbed to madness. His brows begin to curl into the anger that stems from his desires to serve God. An honor he only visits during his walk on earth between the engagement of the poor, needy and visiting spirits. He stands. The cool wind blowing through the grass at a timely and God given moment. He looks to the moon and nods. A quiet yet solemn promise is remembered. “I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.” He looks down again and lets out a sigh. Dusting his knees and wiping his face.. hoping for a sign. For a symbol for anything that can be retributive to the ways of God and His choice of words. “Hey man, the heck you doin’ outside? It’s best you get in here with the rest of us and enjoy this new year party.” He turns to the individual who broke his solace. “What- what were you doing out here anyway?” the man asks while looking at him and the moon in sequence. He smiles and then chuckles. He steps forward and meets the new friend in the new years cap and graces his shoulder with his hand, “I was putting the past to rest.. my friend”, “hm.” The new friend lets out an awkward chuckle as they journey back to the party.

Tuesday 25 December 2012

Holiday Joke


I was never one to tell jokes. All those 3 men, a midget and a nun walk into the bar themes were seldom to my knowledge. I was more of the fresh prince of bel-air type. The act ‘wonky’ and over-exaggerate movement with the intentions of hilarity. It’s not so rare of me to do in a general setting which makes it far more difficult to see me as the matured and intellectually seeking individual that I am. I was born in Canada and my family heritage derives from Jamaica which would make me a Canadian-Jamaican. I also like to throw in that I have a bit of Chinese.. it makes me sound a little more diversified. Anyway, to the joke then!
There wasa rich Jamaican man whom we shall simply identify as the rich man. He gained allot of money, cars, women and a big house during his time of fortunate investments. During the holidays he decided to throw a pool party where of course he had it filled with sharks and alligators. During the party he became rather drunk in his Rastafarian Santa costume and stood on the diving board. “Yow” he said calling to the party, “yow, hea mi nuh? I will give all a mi money to any bad bwoi in dis here place who cyaan swim from one en’ to di nex’ en’!”. A chinese martial artist performed a bit of his kung fu before saying, “I shall go and achieve this great honor!” Splash! He dived in and immediately came out, “You’ve got sharks and alligators in there!”, “Yow mon. If any bad bwoi in dis y’ear place cyaan swim from dis en’ to di nex’ en I’ll give im alla mi money!” Nobody budged. So he continued, “If any bad bwoi cyaan in dis place swims from one en to di nex’ en’ I’ll give em alla mi money, and mi car dem!” Nobody budged. “Yow, hea mi nuh! If any bad bwoi in dis ya place jump ina dis pool and swim from dis ya en’ to di nex’ en I’ll give em alla mi money, cars, women – Everyting!” Splash! Everyone turned to see who jumped in the pool and a local rasta was doing summersaults, cartwheels and backflips from one end of the pool to the other. He finally came out panting while hunched over and to everyones amazement he was unharmed. The rich man came over in his Rastafarian Santa suit and began, “Yow! Bad bwoi! Mi nevah seen such a ting ina mi life! So wha’ you want first, mi money?” The man still hunched over shook his head no. “Mi cars?” the man raised himself up and still shook his head no.
“So what you want den!?” The man took another deep breath as he finally stood upright and said, “I want the rasshole that pushed me ina di pool!”
- Nathaniel

Monday 24 December 2012

Nobody Wants To Be Around a Failure


In our deepest regrets we’ve come to understand that successful people remain at short hand to people of failure. Knowing this on a personal level I’ve come to realize that failure is an element of despise. People may not naturally despise you if given the chance and the only chance we get to resourcefully represent ourselves is in success. Quite repetitious but facts remain. People of success do either two things with individuals of failure. They either help you or turn you into a market. The help I speak of is an successful individual seeing the potential within you. They cultivate that potential into a marketable influence and turn your life around with scrutinizing disciplines and behavioral adaptations. Only if you represent yourself amidst your failures as a potential client for such an advantageous circumstance will you find the shorted hand reaching out to you and hoping that you will receive it in kind and with respect. 
The other form is market. Individuals of success, if not allocating your needs on a personal level will find the time to help you along within impersonal deeds. Organizations, quotes and poetry that best suit the requirements of a successful endearment. And why purpose uplifting quotations? These forms of help advice are to encourage the best in us. They not only encourage you but are granted with a hint of opportunity. To be able to turn your life around surmising that is what you want to do, self-help coaches and teachers will base a market around your failures. Not all successful people care about your misery or self-loathing, they care for it to develop their marketing plan. There are many quotes out there which have helped the way I think and handle my failure and there are many which do the opposite and simply remind me of where I’ve failed in. In such a case, I’ve noticed that those who motivate in that manner only do so to keep the market alive. Anyway my point is, nobody wants to be around a literal failure. 
The company you keep is what says best of you. And as I’ve failed, I’ve lost many a successful individuals whom compromised success with friendships. The world in itself is not one of friendships or honoring neighbors and you’d be just as lucky as I would if an individual of success reached out to you from it and devised your worthiness to excel towards said greatness. Then what does it all mean? It means we, speaking to those whom can relate, need to reduce the amount of failure we acquire in our present day life and fill our livelihood with things of successful nature. Learn a new trade, develop a more profitable hobby- whatever it is, just do it! Because as we fail and cling to hope that someone with a caring heart will step down to our level, we can only imagine one thing wrong with that deduction  The odds are slim and the odds of not caring, despite the useful quote, are greater.
Make your own success, don’t wait for it. Try and try again as best you can and if it fails then realize that as an individual seeking success, you are not one to be content with. You, as an individual whom is not content with failing ideas and tries again, indeed is not a failure. Perspective, subjective; call it what you will. But a failure is one who denies their ability to foresee success in every trial and tribulation and settles with what is failed.
“A failure isn’t one in the act of doing but one whom is content with doing nothing”

- Nathaniel

Tuesday 18 December 2012

For those of us in need

"Sometimes for those of us in need, a God Bless can be mistaken for Get lost"
God Bless.

Monday 17 December 2012

Facts & Opinions


“Facts derive from theories. Theories derive from opinions. Opinions derive from experiences.”
God Bless.

- Inked Pen

Waiting

“Waiting on God now for so long that you’ve forgotten what it is you’re waiting for?”

Our Assumptions With God

“When we say “Put God back in” We’re assuming we ever had the power to keep God out”
God Bless.

Sunday 16 December 2012

Apokalypse: The Unveiling


Premise: 19 year old Shaun discovers his life is not so ordinary after a hardened secret kept by God becomes unveiled. When tragedy strikes, he and others must make a difficult choice between serving good or evil.  

Saturday 15 December 2012

True to how We See


‎"How we see ourselves is true to how we treat others"
God Bless.

Opinions Are Like..


A friend and I were enjoying a sunny getaway on a mountain of green grass. I regrettably let out a sigh that encouraged the following:
"Whats the matter Ink?", "Oh nothing..just opinions". I could tell they were going to get ready to give me one of those typical normalizations. "You know..opinions are like assholes" "They are best kept in your pants?", "No Ink..opinions are like assholes". "They usually stink when shown inappropriately?". They looked at me and I looked over with my arms tucked under my head and glasses on. "Ink, opinions are like-", "They are usually more receptive to the one whom knows you best?", "What? No..well..yes..but Ink..opinions are like assholes-","If randomly shown in public it becomes awkward?"
I could see the frustration, but it didn’t stop me, "The bigger the asshole the more potent the shit? Sometimes it’s best to pucker in an elevator full of strangers? You only have one, take good care of it? If you’re going to show it make sure its the most beautiful thing in the eyes of the beholder? They do what anyone else who has one can? Some assholes need medical attention? Make sure the toilets clean before you expose it?", "What? That one doesn’t even make sense" They argued. "Sure it does" I replied, "Without a toilet or even the back yard of a bush what’s the use of it?"
We sat up and held the sun for a moment or two and then they tried again, "Opinions are like assholes-". "The bigger the asshole the richer the shit?", "You know Ink, the philosophy I’m trying to share can also be seen as a counter positive", "Oh right, though what comes out of it may have the corrective sense of stress relief not everyone can handle it’s release?", "Just what the hell is your problem..you do know you have an asshole too right?", "Yes, I often sit on it unless I need to use it in a respectable manner." "Always?" they challenged. "I do my best. No asshole is perfect." We managed to spot a butterfly go by and a smile happened across my face. "Are you done Ink? Can I finish?", "Certainly."
"Opinions are like assholes-", "No one wants to wake up to one in their face in the morning..". After a moments pause I tilted my glasses up.."You know.. assholes can also belong to your friends, neighbors, bosses and even strangers in or out your city." "Yeah Ink..everyone's got one. You know you can be an asshole sometimes Ink?", "Now that ones just absurd, no one can be an opinion".
We went back to lay down and enjoy the sun.
- Inked Pen

Forgiveness

“Forgiveness can sometimes be just as difficult for believers as prayer is for non-believers”
                                                                       God Bless You.

- Inked Pen

Friday 14 December 2012

Why Does God Permit Evil?


"There are two men each with two stones standing by the lake and behind them stood another group of men who were waiting their turn. Their task was simple, see who could throw the stone the farthest and be given an earnest reward. The first leaned back and put everything he had into it and threw the stone quite far. The second, realizing his own strength could not compare put everything he had in him and threw the stone at his competitor. The second group of men had the same incident.. and the third..and the fourth.. until the fifth and final pair of men were positioned with one another. They saw the watcher cast away every burdened stone and swim to the farthest region of that sea each time to gather those stones that were thrown by the purest of hands. He would polish those stones and embroid them with the most beautiful jewels in the world and kept them safe within his grasp. He would tell them, "Go and heal the wounds inflicted by the other. Take as long as you need and when you come back to me this stone will be among many others for you to keep."

However, Neither one of the final pair wanted a rock to be in the possession of the other for fear of injury. One of them finally asked the watcher to stand between them. And though he did neither still picked up a stone. Instead by the witness of everyone's experience they decided that the contest was not yet suitable. That it should develop safer and more regulated rules. God Permits evil for the benefit of good, and that good cannot be perceived by those who have yet to heal. Despite the efforts of those who would rather place us in burden and harm, God will go to the farthest region to ensure that the effort we give Him and have placed in his trust shall not go unattended and without grace. Take time to heal. Know that God has already rescued your efforts that have been thwarted by pain. And in time, He will bless you with the same efforts you once thought lost.

1 Peter 3:9 Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing.

God Bless and Keep you,

Nathaniel

Don’t Blame God



“..because I know that God does not do evil, but permits it. I shall have an unquestionable distaste for Him.” A heartbroken man said with full meaning of every word to me. God had taken someone special from Him and I don’t believe any amount of philosophical quoting or scriptural analogy could heal his pain. He was determined to deny God and deny God of everything he had to offer. I had to be careful about this moment of healing, else whatever I could have to say within good spirits could be tempered away into avoidance. “When we begin to love God,” I start carefully, “we don’t love Him for the things of us or for the things He’s made us capable to do. We love Him, for Him”, “Does that mean I should love Him for the evil He permits? God hates evil, yet He permits it.. anything less than the obvious truth is rationalization!” he was stern, this one. So I decided to start fresh, “Were you ever given a gift?” I begin carefully. “Yes, I’ve been given many gifts in my life and I’ve cherished each one.. unlike God” he says. “And with every gift you’ve ever received, are they as brand new and fulfilling to the gaze as the day you received them?” I ask carefully. “No, some of the gifts I’ve gotten over the years were broken or lost but I still remember the feeling I had for those who gave them to me!”, “Good” I say, “But unlike the gifts that become lost or damaged, the gifts that God gives us are always meant to return to Him instead of taking their claim in our form of understanding. Every gift He gives that is taken away or lost of us will always return to the one whom sent them. Now if every gift you lost, broken or damaged returned to the one who gave you those gifts.. and they received them with joy.. despite your views, despite your shame, despite anything that we humans tend to do with what we love dearly.. what would you do?”.. the man realized the point.. he sighed and answered, “I would still love them. I would still love God.. Father forgive me.”
- Inked Pen

You Can’t Prove a Seed



“You can’t prove God exists!” shouted the man at Inked Pen. “I would do my best..” Inked Pen began, “but you’ve set those very words against any opportunity”. The man was untainted, “If God were real then show Him to me! Prove Him to me!”. “Why?” asked Inked Pen. “Because I know you can’t!” shouted the man. “No..” said Inked Pen, “..I mean why do you want me to prove him to you not why should I”. The man seemed to be getting a little more angry in his impatience so Inked Pen tried to explain, “I believe there is a value in proof. A value that has many principles”. “What are you talking about?” responded
the man. “I’m talking about your reasons and why you’d want to know”. The man seemed to calm down a bit as Inked Pen continued, “If you start off with wanting to see me prove your views we’ll get nowhere. Your views have already managed self-knowledge and validity to your existence. But if we, lets say, purpose that question to wanting to know because you truly wanted to know?” The man seemed to understand and took a seat beside Inked Pen. “If you truly wanted to know you’d know that was proof enough in your heart. The desire in wanting something says it has meaning correct? And if that desire had meaning you wouldn’t ask for proof you’d ask for ways to harness that proof”. The man pondered for a moment and asked, “If you could give me an example I’d appreciate it Ink”. Inked Pen looked around and spotted a tree, “Alright, look at that tree! Before it began it was just a seed in a palm and someone held onto the belief that such a seed would grow into a miraculous tree that bears fruit. But in order for that belief to become actual proof he had to work at it in faith. He had to nurture his desire and perhaps even develop the care to expand his knowledge upon it”. The man took a look at the tree and said to Inked
Pen, “But I can see a tree, I can’t see God”. Inked Pen laughed,
“You don’t ever see the fullness of a tree until you’ve planted the seed”
-Inked Pen

An Atheists Reckoning


He quoted all scripture which gave to him all the proof he required within his disbelief. He noted everything he could that scripture had to offer which would deem God uncaring and useless to the organization of mankind. I asked, "When you sought for these pages, what was behind the motivation? Were you seeking God or were you seeking to refute God?", "What difference does it make," said the man, "The facts are all here. He said every last bit of it and that's why I have no need for such a God.", "And what of the good.. the love your enemies.. the forgive your fellow man 77 times 7? Are these things that you, as a human being should know, become of uselessness as well? I have a short story to tell you. It's about a young man who kept a journal in a small town. No one liked this young man in this small town despite not knowing he spent years gathering very useful and insightful quotes. They made fun of this young man even more once they found his book of quotes.. said it was a silly thing to do especially giving it the title 'the best quotes in the world'.. but all the more the crowd became more silent as they kept reading the quotes and trying to pressure one another to laugh. Eventually there was a silence and quiet that never before embraced the courage of this young fellow.", "What did the quotes say?", "Indeed, what did they say? The quotes he gathered were from the very same individuals who laughed and mocked him. After realizing the stillness of the crowd he read the last page, his own quote and it said "we quote in order to belong.", "I still don't understand how this has to do with me quoting the bible?", "Indeed, you wouldn't. But if you quoted with a purpose to belong to God instead of yourself.. then perhaps you would understand the very things that belong to you and others with different motivations."

- Inked Pen

I Need God? I Need Jesus?


"What does it mean," he began, "To need God and to have need for Jesus?" The question was valid. How is it that we come to a circumstance in our lives beyond our reasoning of understanding and claim we need them, especially since we've already claimed to have them? Surely we don't mean the physical property in that need.. or do we? "I believe it means.. we lack within us what we have lacked between us", "And what does that mean?" they interject. ""It means.. peace. Peace of self, and peace between us.. we lack the center of peaceful understanding and unravel ourselves unto the twists of anxiety. We lack peace that only God and Jesus have appropriately refined to our esteemed comforts and comfort zones. A peace that man, friend nor lover could provide. A principled peace that condemns our inner demons and humbles our selfish aspirations. It's a peace that we have yet to define within the structure of our souls. For tragedy has become far more accustomed to our relative understanding and extinguishes peace upon its every event. We ask for peace because during those moments of hyper ventilation we acknowledge our weaknesses, our sudden losses and discount the fervency of that peace. Because we are young to the ideology of sustainable peace.. our mortal bodies succumb to the worlds fear, to the worlds travesty and to evils transgression  When we say I need God or I need Jesus we have made a conscious awareness to our frail adjusted spirituality. We have become in agreement to our stasis and beckon for the rejuvenation of God's eternally divine reconciliation  For without those needs, without the desire of such needs.. in due tragedy, what else do we have to lean on if lacking peace within ourselves and with one another?"
- Inked Pen

Above Faith?


“If you believe that helping others is beneath you,
what should the help be from above?”
God Bless You.
- Inked Pen

Belonging


"We don't make or take quotes because they are simply fascinating. Behind the intellectual and spiritual agreements we understand one basic need which is undeniably cultivated: Belonging"
God Bless You.

- Inked Pen

This is Real



He sat there in front of the window after failing for the 10th time trying to reach out that year. The voices grew stronger in his mind and no diagnosis could dispel the fact that these voices belonged to a spirit world. They mocked him within ways that he could never make up, their intellectual strengths were far beyond his own imaginings and education. He was dying there, at that window. He hadn't eaten for many days and became fragile to their touch. He could feel them now on his verge with death. He also hated being left in the dark.. a crumpled old sweater in the corner of light could easily take the shape and form of death or evil eyes when the lights were off. "Paranoia" is what the good doctor would say but his experiences were none too wiser on that false claim.
Every night he held his bible beside his pillow, it was his last resort of protection as they would arise out of the shadows and creaks. They would climb out of anything non-living or passed away within that dwelling quarter and formalize their brilliant haunting. They wanted this soul and they wanted it badly. "We almost had you" they whisper. That day when all seemed lost and he juggled the pills in his right hand and a poisonous bottle in the left. He threw those things down and said, "I belong to God". He had help from his guardian angel who at times would disappear and he wouldn't notice. It was very much so like skipping prayer and on the day you continue to pray you've realized just how long its been since you did this good deed. One day a spark of courage was entrusted upon him, his hands had begun to smell of death and this was no gimmick to his awareness. This was real, the final proof he needed. He turned off the lights and one by one he threw those demons back into corners where he heard them howl and scream in agony. He built up the courage to bless water and flick his fingers that swirled from inside the cup. The cup was hot after a prayer. "Yes", he thought to himself, "this IS real".
They were pissed off at his new form of bravery. He had been planning to rid these old quarters of these demoniac spirits. At night they returned to him and he did use his new found form of spiritual warfare. He thought, "this is just imagination" until reminding himself, "No, this IS real".  He knew his only chance was to "imagine" water. He gave to them a pool of sorts so they would leave him be. He knew that they must have been thirsty, they must have agonized because of the heat. He appeases these demonic souls this way. And they begin to respect him. he remembers a line from T. D Jakes, "Demons will respect you" and chuckles to himself. They tell him of all their secrets and when he found them to be lying he shut the water off.. they complained, but didn't attack.. yes, "this IS real". They tell him of an infinity child, something he could never make up- not in his wildest dreams. They tell more secrets for the water they crave.. "Am I still alive" he wonders and they tell him yes. They tell him of all the different kinds of demons from the pit, the kind who are far too strong to be manipulated by gifts of water. The kind that patrol the depths of hell. He fears they tell him this because it might be where he ends up, but they conclude with "We were trying to rob you from God. It was our mission", "Yes" he thinks to himself, "this IS real". He excuses the spring of water to the halls of the hospital which reminded him of Christ giving legion mercy by allowing him to fall into a pool of water before its demise. He chuckles now because he understands why.. they thirst and must pay for the water where they are from. Every drop is expensive.
He shuts his eyes to sleep.. no more hauntings.. no more shadowy figures.. everything is peaceful, the medicine is working. He feels a hint of doubt that any of it truly did transpire. He feels the adventure and scare leaving him for reality and worldly views.. but he hears a whisper just before he nods off, "Remember.. this IS real".
- Inked Pen

Thursday 13 December 2012

Taunting Thy Plight

Is it because you fear the unknown?
Because you worry of torture?
Is it because you fear pain and eternal suffering?
Because you cower before thought of being left in the dark?
Is it because you love the concept of war?
Because a fight is within you that has yet to be spurned?
Is it because you are weakened by the thought of your own evil?
Because of those days you thought to blame Satan?
Is it because in your past you were weak and fool hearted?
Because now you think yourself strong?
Is it?

Why is it, that you love God?

- Inked Pen

Remorsefully Humbled


"I become remorsefully humbled at the cross. Because I know if that were your child, your sibling, your friend or lover whose sacrifices and suffering were carved with them hanging battered and bruised on that cross- you would too"
God Bless You.

- Inked Pen

How Do I know my God is Your God if We aren’t Color Coordinated?


It's a question that I ask believers who still refute the necessity in reading the bible. "How do you know my God is your God if we aren't color coordinated?" and no it's not a racial question, more of an elementary one. You see, the basic premise in loving God is as follows.. "He loves, He forgives and He redeems those He saves" we all know this; but the question now is how do you know this? Children at school are taught the grass is green, the sky is blue and the sun is yellow. There's no telling that we all see the sky as blue, the grass as green and the sun as yellow without a formal check up. And without a formal check up we remain to believe that a purple sun is yellow, that a brown sky is blue and an orange grass is green. Those whom refuse to read about the person they love, and to check up on that coordination are indeed color blind.
It's not to say that they don't love their purple sun, brown sky and orange grass- but if you love it so much on the basis of what others tell you- you'd want to seek confirmation. That's how I see it being done responsibly anyway. Perhaps they are afraid of coming across scripture that may not sit well, or afraid that they truly were loving a false fantasized God who only speaks good and heartwarming things to sinners. It is dreadful for some, to realize that God can get angry and further more even angry at us if we willfully sin. We should coordinate with truth and not walk so blindly as to misinterpret our God as a simple minded, unintelligible being who doesn't feel and appreciate relationships sought by works, fellowship and self-study.
Imagine for your sake, you are in a relationship with a person named God. You love this person for who they are.. for what they can do for you and of themselves in the general sense of things. They write you now, professing their love to you and sharing intimate details that you alone could ever understand and have entitled it Bible, but! You refuse to read it! You refuse to read those letters of love because you assume their love as already understood. Never minding the time, effort or consideration to prove that love to you through this bible. Do you see my point? God is unchained by time and for every word that describes Him and His nature he held you in thoughtful deity. Each word and each lesson that expresses Him and His love were intended for those who gained a whim of understanding mercy, forgiveness and compassion.
"If my yellow is your green and my red is your blue. I walk on our suns vibrant beams and tearfully do love you"

- Inked Pen

A Book Missing its Pages


“I don’t have to read the bible, I already know who God is” the man said to Inked Pen. “Who is He then?” asked Inked Pen. “He is love and everything that is right. I know this with my heart!” Inked Pen smiled, “Awesome! And just how did this get into your heart?” The man smiled back, confident that his point was soon to be proven, “I know because I grew up around believers. I’ve seen testimonies and people declaring His existence!”
Inked Pen nodded his head while moving over to a nearby tree. “That’s great news but can you tell me how those people came to know God?” The man stopped smiling and took a second to think, “Well I suppose they read the bible but that still doesn’t mean I should have to read it!” Inked Pen looked away and replied, “So then you are OK with it?”, “OK with what?” questioned the man. “OK with loving God by the description of an other? You are OK with defending God just through someone elses experiences?” The man was yet to be corrected, “I’m OK with sharing a known truth! I don’t have to read about what I know!” Inked Pen then smiled, “If I see a couple in love, in my heart, I would know what love can do but if I am not the one in love then what can I say that it has done for me?” The man took a moment to think about this and asked, “How can reading the bible change the way He feels?” Inked Pen answered very calmly, “Who said we’re changing anything? Your heart is set on the book, this is true.. but your book is missing its pages”.
- Inked Pen

Why God Chose Love instead of Hate


“A farmer had only a Bull and a cow and they both loved honey. Both the bull and cow knew love and loved the farmer until one day both were stung by a hateful bee. The Bull that was stung by the bee became hostile and bucked at every passerby including the farmer, acting out the bees hatred. It was more so difficult for that farmer to reach the bull who became quite dangerous. The cow was not so hostile but its milk did become sour from pain the bee brought. The farmer took his time with that cow until the milk was once again good for others. The way he managed to heal that cow was to give it fresh honey from the bee hive near by. The bull of course refused the honey and soon became rather sickly and unable, yet it still bucked ferociously. The bull died by the consumption of hatred it had, never caring to settle down and enjoy its honey. The cow became more wise to bees, and lived to enjoy honey.”  The listeners then asked, “But how does this explain hate and love?”, “Hate derives from the absence of love and love derives from love. If you are stung by hate you shouldn’t hate love, but become wiser to hate and sooner enjoy love for what it is.” the men still a bit curious asked, “well what does it mean?”, “it means”, began Ink, “That if you’re stung by a bee, you shouldn’t ever forget the joy of honey. Become wiser to a sting, but don’t become what it was that stung you or you’ll forget.. the joy of your honey”
Song of Solomon 4:11
Your lips, O my spouse, drop like the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Deuteronomy 26:9
He brought us to this place and gave us this land, a land flowing with milk and honey;

An Awkward Strangers Heaven


“If loving a stranger were awkward, how awkward will heaven be?”
God Bless You.
 
- Inked Pen

Out of the Box


“No one likes a hero” I insisted to my wife. “Well, surely some do. The world is not only discovered but thrives upon heroic deeds daily.” I began to challenge her, “Let’s say an individual had a personal crisis and didn’t want my input”, “Why wouldn’t they want your input?”, “Because I’m not a professional”, “That seems accurate”, “But let’s say this crisis isn’t warranted on complicated medicines or diagnosis but asserting the obvious issues of their troubles that they may have overlooked. Is it wrong to see the arrogance then?”, “Maybe, but not everyone wants to be rescued by a stranger’s opinion”, “Right, but lets say if I then threw a bone into their throat and they began to choke”, “OK?”, “And they began to reach out for help, again, an obvious insinuation that they’d require some assistance.”
She became interested. “What if instead of performing or even attempting to perform the Heimlich maneuver wasn’t in my best interests but rather, I stood there patiently asking for a doctor or a professional to step up and help?”, “I don’t quite get it?”, “Wouldn’t it
be more asinine of me to pretend not to want to do something within their favor?”, “Yes, that does make sense in that context but most people would rather prefer knowing an individual were more qualified for the job”, “Yes, and what if there weren’t a more qualified individual available at the time?”, “In that particular circumstance, it would seem appropriate. In most others you’d have to consider their fear in what you would say or even..do, to share your sudden brightness of knowledge to their apparent needs”, “But lets just say, it’s a regular circumstance.. one where they make it obvious to another who has acquired enough experience to help”, “And who determines your experience?”
Good question, “I would of course”, “and that’s the problem, you can’t possibly bring yourself to the assumption that what you can do for someone else has qualitative retrospect against a more professional approach.” Sure, it makes sense. You see a problem and compassion asserts you to share a solution similar to your own problems you’ve faced, but many would rather not confide in you for the sheer sake of not knowing you – aha!. “And it’s because they don’t know me right?”, “That would do it”, “Well what makes them so sure they’d know the professional?”, “They’d get to know the professional”, “Why couldn’t they get to know me?”, “Because the circumstances probably wouldn’t offer the opportunity for them to.
I see just where you’re going with this out of the box thinking and I’ve a solution of my own. Shall I?”, “Indeed” I said. “You like to make love to your wife, correct?” I liked where this was going, “Yes, I very much so do”, “Would you like to make love to her now?”
Whaaaaaaaat?
“Yes, lets!” She got up and threw her finest Victoria secret on the
bed, “Get the lights will you and set the candle and slow music for us”. I did just that and more, I got damn near naked. “So about this solution of yours..”. “shhh, are you comfortable?” she asked, “Yes” I replied. She climbed into bed with 4 layers of clothing
on, “Goodnight”.
“What the fuck? Just what the hell are you doing?”,
“I’m making love to you silly… out of the box.”
- Inked Pen

Love His Definition


It's no secret that Constantine is one of my top two favorite movies. The fact that a man defiled his soul by, almost successfully, committing suicide and becomes hell bent. He spends the majority of his life trying to rectify his mistakes by doing seldom good deeds which have hint of manipulation to serve as a self-rewarding purpose: to win his soul back with God.

I wasn't always a writer in the entire scheme of things. I smoked, drank and did very stupid things that one day in an epiphany of understanding had me crying over and begging God's forgiveness. For a long time I felt as though evil were mocking my change, that it knew all my secrets and I was too far gone to actually have attained redemption. I would pray the same prayer every night and got better to add multiple suffixes like "And let those who are blessed by this blessing bless others. Let this blessing continue to form its everlasting hedge upon those whom encounter it. Either directly or indirectly within your grace". I meant and still do mean, every word. My Constantine predicament had me feeling that no, "When God answers you are free" or "God has washed away your sin" or "Condemnation is not of God but the evil one!"(.. yeah, no kidding) still had me seeking God with careful eyes.

I wanted to redeem myself to God and the basis of, "Because I love Him" began to grow inside of me. Why do you love God? Is it because you fear the way your life should end? Is it because you fear the evil one more than you brave the thought of the Lord? So many questions, so much deep thoughts and quarrels with many principal meanings. The ending of Constantine is very much like the episodes I've been through, arguments with the side of evil and determining the intellectual strength of my souls desire. When you are at spiritual warefare, your flesh is weakened- for me, I was starved ( high metabolism), hadn't slept for 3 days and was surrounded by guilt and doubt before the attack. By the grace of God I am able to speak about it. We all go through hard times, we all go through our denials with redemption. The most important thing you have to know is that our understanding of love only simplifies the greater meaning of God's love. We have to desire, pray and realize that their is a stronger, more intellectual and principally deeper meaning to how we should live and live in love. To how we are forgiven and should share that gratuitous lesson in forgiveness with others in the many ways possible.

"Just know that our definition of love is yet still defined by humans. And God's definition is yet still to be defined. Seek His definition and define the way you truly should love."

- Inked Pen

Pinocchio Complex



He was made out of wood and carved with love. His maker had hopes for him to become a real boy some fateful day and the wish was granted. Not entirely, for when Pinocchio was granted life he was yet ready to live it. He urged to become a real boy like some of us young men yearn within us to become real. Even women, whether they know the entire aspect or not in what a real man is aspire their spouses to be real men. So he took the wrong road like many of us do. We believe that being real men is relative to smoking, gambling and mischief. What one perceives as naughty, the other perceives as courage.  We turn our backs on God and become swallowed by giant whales- just as Jonah. You remember Jonah don't you? God told him specifically where to go and he went against his conscience to turn the other way because he had doubt. Pinocchio had the same kind of doubt in the direction he was told to go in and being swallowed only made him become more humbled to his reality. Once a jack-ass; he understood the concepts with being "Real". Putting priorities first.. caring for your parents, and turning away from evil temptations. We all hope to live as real people during our trials and suffering. It's a complex that compares the livelihood and expectations of others. We try to attain these things by hoping to fit in with everyone else, the wrong crowds. Pinocchio simply learned that lies can distort ones image and not every crowd and crowds expectation can make you real- but only the honest and pure choices gained from ones conscience in a clean direction.. that will certainly make you real.
"The fake keep it real.. and the real keep it from getting fake"
- Inked Pen

Wednesday 12 December 2012

Speak To Me, My Constantine

And Satan devised Constantine too wise
“Unlike Job remove his hedge that do disguise.”
yet.. God Permitted.
Constantine lost everything in reach.
Left only with flip flops, His city became beach.
And Satan devised Constantine too Strong.
“Unlike Samson let his strength be gone.”
yet.. God Permitted.
Constantine read where there was reading.
Left only to love where love was fleeting.
And Satan devised Constantine too nice.
“Unlike Christ let him be of wagers sacrifice.”
yet.. God Permitted.
Constantine was tortured and suffered great turmoil.
Left only to answer that he’d be disloyal.
And Satan devised Constantine was filled with hate.
“Unlike those who held God in fate.”
yet.. God Permitted..
“Speak to me, my Constantine..”
“Have you lost your hearts esteem?”
Constantine, from light to darkness insisted
“Even chance to speak, I cannot hate what is yet permitted.”
Constantine, from love to hate.
“Even chance to redeem, I cannot turn yet from fate.”
Constantine, yet weak his strength turned dark unto thy witness.
Constantine, yet begged for redemption and God’s forgiveness.
And Satan devised Constantine a fool to heaven’s strictness..
“yet God.. yet God!?”
yet.. God Permitted.

- Inked Pen

When I was a child


The gathering of Angels and Demons
Made notice at my trial
I was asked, "Young man how do you plead?"
I answered, "When I was a child"
Satan came forth and degraded me
Made mention of actions vile
I was asked, "Young man how do you plead?"
I answered, "When I was a child"
The hearing did come to an end
And God said with His smile
"Temptation accuses my born again"
"My Young man who was once a child"
Matthew 18:3
And said, Verily I say unto you, Except you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
1 Corinthians 13:11
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me

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- Inked Pen

Why Do We Quote?


“Why do we humans make quotes?” asked Inked Pen, “What design or structural purpose is there in leaving a quote?” the circle of men took their moment to discuss. It seemed that even one may have given Ink the finger, “We make and desire quotes for the very same reasons that we make or desire our esteem” they said. Inked Pen laughed, “try again”. They tried, “We make and desire quotes to impress upon ourselves and others a shared intellect and understanding”. Inked Pen laughed some more. The men began to tire, “Then why don’t you tell us why we quote and desire quotes!” Inked Pen still laughing began, “It’s true that a quote is meant to demonstrate self esteem, it is meant to articulate a shared and wanting intellectual standard but it’s not so far gone from a basic understanding”, “And what’s that understanding” they retorted angrily. “It’s quite simple actually, we quote to belong and even if that belonging means we’ve sought to distance ourselves in esteem and intellectual gratitude’s ; the assumption therefore is that we are urging others to reach those levels of intelligence and at such heights I can imagine a loneliness they would have regardless of how far gone they see themselves to be… desiring to belong.”
- Inked Pen

Tuesday 11 December 2012

Catter-Fiddly Happens


A woman was seen on a street corner.. crying and in need. Inked Pen and two others joined her. “What’s the problem?” inquired Inked Pen. “My, life.. my life fucking sucks.” Inked Pen knelt beside her, the other two stammered at her language, “You shouldn’t say such things” they began, “God looks down upon it!” Inked Pen kept focused on the woman crying, “What’s happened to you?”, “Everything,” she cried, “every fucking thing happened to me. I can’t take this shit anymore. I want to fucking die!” Inked Pen frowned at this. The other two widened their eyes and continued, “Do you not understand? God looks down upon this kind of language! I pity your soul! May God truly have mercy upon it!” The other shouted, “Filthy and utterly disgusting! Have you no shame in what you say?”
Inked Pen nudged the girl and she looked up as he tried to explain, “Things happen… We know that.. Whatevers happened to you can be healed.. you just have to give your heart to God. Give your love to God today and try to find a better purpose.. a purpose that fills the void in your heart.” the young girl stopped crying and began to consider, “Can you help me pray? I’m shit when it comes to prayer”. The two became livid and one even left, “I will have nothing to do with this fool! God is definitely looking down upon her!” The other added, “I rebuke this evil child in the name of God” but did remain to see what happened next.
Inked Pen shown the young girl how to pray.. and she prayed.. and she cried again, but this time.. differently. She began to smile in her tears, she began to look up into the sky until she finally stood up and shouted, “I fucking love God! I swear I do! I want to live for Him and do right by Him!” Inked Pen smiled and the other became furious, “You are going to HELL you blasphemous creature! God is not looking at you and he definitely did not hear that prayer!”. The girls passion.. love.. and desire for God suddenly vanished.. she lowered her head and took her seat back again on the street.. those.. tears started again. Inked Pen immediately took action and shouted, “What the fuck did you do that for?” the girl turned her attention and saw someone who understood her imperfections.. who did not look down upon her but was willing to defend her. “You dare? What the catter-fiddly is wrong with you?” they began. Inked Pen walked over to them and whispered, “Should I rebuke you then? For saying catter-fiddly with the emotional content of profanity? Should I rebuke all others who say God Bless You while thinking ‘F’ You? No one is perfect.. but it takes time to step away from our flaws.. from our sins..especially when we’re new and becoming bold to accepting His love”, “But you..”, “i know what I did.. I didn’t want to.. but clearly.. it got her attention that you never wanted. But God wants it.. God wants it and He’ll use me however He sees fit to win them over and transform them.”
Inked Pen walked over to the young woman on the curb, “It’s so easy.. when we dont look or sound like their perfect image of a follower, to ignore a heart for God because of a visible sin.. an obvious flaw. But your profanity.. it can be done away with.. in time and discipline. I’d dare to think how a Moses fleeing egypt, a zealous saul, a joseph imprisoning his brothers, an Esau concerning birthright, Jesus healing on the sabbath or an abraham willing to kill his son would compare to.. profanity.”
“Thanks” she said. “Still on God’s team?” asked Inked Pen. “Yes, Still on God’s team” she replied. “Well then.. lets start small with this new found love shall we? Without so much the F word..or catter-fiddly”.
she giggled and then began to pray.

- Inked Pen
Proverbs 15
1 A gentle answer turns away wrath,
but a harsh word stirs up anger.
2 The tongue of the wise commends knowledge,
but the mouth of the fool gushes folly.
3 The eyes of the Lord are everywhere,
keeping watch on the wicked and the good.
4 The tongue that brings healing is a tree of life,
but a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit.
5 A fool spurns his father’s discipline,
but whoever heeds correction shows prudence.
6 The house of the righteous contains great treasure,
but the income of the wicked brings them trouble.
7 The lips of the wise spread knowledge;
not so the hearts of fools.
8 The Lord detests the sacrifice of the wicked,
but the prayer of the upright pleases him.
9 The Lord detests the way of the wicked
but he loves those who pursue righteousness.
10 Stern discipline awaits him who leaves the path;
he who hates correction will die.
11 Death and Destructiona lie open before the Lord—
how much more the hearts of men!
12 A mocker resents correction;
he will not consult the wise.
13 A happy heart makes the face cheerful,
but heartache crushes the spirit.
14 The discerning heart seeks knowledge,
but the mouth of a fool feeds on folly.
15 All the days of the oppressed are wretched,
but the cheerful heart has a continual feast.
16 Better a little with the fear of the Lord
than great wealth with turmoil.
17 Better a meal of vegetables where there is love
than a fattened calf with hatred.
18 A hot-tempered man stirs up dissension,
but a patient man calms a quarrel.
19 The way of the sluggard is blocked with thorns,
but the path of the upright is a highway.
20 A wise son brings joy to his father,
but a foolish man despises his mother.
21 Folly delights a man who lacks judgment,
but a man of understanding keeps a straight course.
22 Plans fail for lack of counsel,
but with many advisers they succeed.
23 A man finds joy in giving an apt reply—
and how good is a timely word!
24 The path of life leads upward for the wise
to keep him from going down to the grave.b
25 The Lord tears down the proud man’s house
but he keeps the widow’s boundaries intact.
26 The Lord detests the thoughts of the wicked,
but those of the pure are pleasing to him.
27 A greedy man brings trouble to his family,
but he who hates bribes will live.
28 The heart of the righteous weighs its answers,
but the mouth of the wicked gushes evil.
29 The Lord is far from the wicked
but he hears the prayer of the righteous.
30 A cheerful look brings joy to the heart,
and good news gives health to the bones.
31 He who listens to a life-giving rebuke
will be at home among the wise.
32 He who ignores discipline despises himself,
but whoever heeds correction gains understanding.
33 The fear of the Lord teaches a man wisdom,c
and humility comes before honor.

Opinions are like..


A friend and I were enjoying a sunny getaway on a mountain of green grass. I regrettably let out a sigh that encouraged the following:
“Whats the matter Ink?”, “Oh nothing..just opinions”. I could tell they were going to get ready to give me one of those typical normalizations. “You know..opinions are like assholes” “They are best kept in your pants?”, “No Ink..opinions are like assholes”. “They usually stink when shown inappropriately?”. They looked at me and I looked over with my arms tucked under my head and glasses on. “Ink, opinions are like-”, “They are usually more receptive to the one whom knows you best?”, “What? No..well..yes..but Ink..opinions are like assholes-”,”If randomly shown in public it becomes awkward?”
I could see the frustration, but it didn’t stop me, “The bigger the asshole the more potent the shit? Sometimes it’s best to pucker in an elevator full of strangers? You only have one, take good care of it? If you’re going to show it make sure its the most beautiful thing in the eyes of the beholder? They do what anyone else who has one can? Some assholes need medical attention? Make sure the toilets clean before you expose it?”, “What? That one doesn’t even make sense” They argued. “Sure it does” I replied, “Without a toilet or even the back yard of a bush what’s the use of it?”
We sat up and held the sun for a moment or two and then they tried again, “Opinions are like assholes-”. “The bigger the asshole the richer the shit?”, “You know Ink, the philosophy I’m trying to share can also be seen as a counter positive”, “Oh right, though what comes out of it may have the corrective sense of stress relief not everyone can handle it’s release?”, “Just what the hell is your problem..you do know you have an asshole too right?”, “Yes, I often sit on it unless I need to use it in a respectable manner.” “Always?” they challenged. “I do my best. No asshole is perfect.” We managed to spot a butterfly go by and a smile happened across my face. “Are you done Ink? Can I finish?”, “Certainly.”
“Opinions are like assholes-”, “No one wants to wake up to one in their face in the morning..”. After a moments pause I tilted my glasses up..”You know.. assholes can also belong to your friends, neighbors, bosses and even strangers in or out your city.” “Yeah Ink..everyone’s got one. You know you can be an asshole sometimes Ink?”, “Now that ones just absurd, no one can be an opinion”.
We went back to lay down and enjoy the sun.
- Inked Pen