Silent

Silent

I've been silent of late

as I ponder broken things

broken people

broken relationships

and my own brokenness

Words seem hollow

like that tree's rotted inner rings

'til it finally breaks in the storm

facade gives way to empty space

time ravenously gnaws away

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Breach 18-073Z

Clutter clutter in the mind

Surfaces when rest my head

Lay awake looking up

In the darkness body speaks

Great beasts breaches

Spouting memories

Expel tension with each breath

Beast is beached upon the shore

Seducing stories tell myself

Once brought comfort

They are no longer true

Let them go

I'm not that person anymore

Inhale deeply to my gut

Breath in new interpretation

Healing in the present of the past

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-073Z)

Configuration

Configuration (18-012B)

Change requires
New configuration
Off-line
Install
Reboot

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-016Z)

Doors

                Doors

Doors and thresholds
Open, be bold
Thaw what's cold
Let go of old

He stands to open
Grant Him access
Let Him in
He's not afraid of hidden sin

When He approaches
Doors He wants to open
Invite Him in
Tenderness He walks through

Allow love in
Displace the debris
He'll set me free
Be amazed at what He sees

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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In the Forge

In the Forge

In the forge's fire
Malleable and soft
Smithy's hammer blows
Forms and shapes

Coals glowing
Immersed in purifying
Heat purging
Humility's softness

Heart forged anew
Each strike on anvil
Remade into original
Recycled and renewed

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Written during worship at church today.

Time Always Advancing

     Time Always Advancing

                -i-

Time always advancing,

One day crawling,

Seems like always be around,

Day arrives to let go.

                -ii-

Time always advancing,

Tears at heart,

As drive away,

Their journey they must take.

                -iii-

Time always advancing,

Family dynamic changes,

In a few years back to two,

Journeys converge and diverge.

                -iv-

Time always advancing,

Still a family,

Expression of love changes,

Passing through stages of life.

                -v-

Time always advancing,

Filled with loving memories,

Truth about failures,

Love covers, vulnerable and genuine.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Seasoned

        Seasoned

             -i.-
Lilac blooms have faded,
Soft smell has given way.
Fall is ever approaching,
Now smell of corn as tassels.
Green will soon give way to brown,
Combines in fields harvesting,
Completion of springtime and harvest.
Years marked in seasons now.

             -ii.-
Seasons change,
Infant to child,
Child to adult,
Husband to lover,
Lover to father,
Back to lover and beloved.

             -iii.-
Cycles and seasons of healthy family.
Long view of choices made.
To undo and repair much energy now.
Twenty years ago minor correction yielded great harvest today.

             -iv.-
Season that compound fruit of labor,
Compounding in relationship.
Breaking, uncreating, destroying, unattaching from generations before.
Making things right.
Redemption proclaims race isn't to the swift.
A soft heart, tender with God, restores, heals, and renews.
Today is the day to begin, don't wait.
Never too late, if breath in lungs can begin.

             -v.-
Seasons of planting small steps today,
Sets into motion fruit harvested years later.
As long as have breath there is hope,
For renewal, restoration, salvation.
Today is the day to work it out.
Prepare the field, plant the seed, tend the crop.
Long view yields much fruit and legacy.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Wrestle of Claimed

         Wrestle of Claimed

Broken places take up space,
Can I trust you face to face?
Why the question in the moment?
Fleeting connection then it's gone.
Pulled apart in an instant.

All the past dead weight to haul,
Under it stumble and fall.
How does the past lose it's power?
Schemes, patterns, and cycles exchanged.

So enter into that space,
Share the power in the us,
Free to drift in peace,
Surrendered and vulnerable,
Claiming her, claiming us.

Need an imprint of that place.
New reality to embrace.
Uncreate and detach with the old.
New place to hug and hold.
Going further in the us "zone."
Two of us fully known.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Systems II

More from journaling on systems last week.

Systems II

Inevitable we are part of systems,
Can rail against,
Be a victim.

Can examine system and structures,
Allow lenses of truth to expose,
Change the system intentionally.

Allow suffering,
To expose dysfunctional systems,
Explore the truth of participation.

On internal seas,
Rock the boat,
Truth perceive.

Will challenge depths of soul,
May lose family and friends,
Honesty REQUIRES change.

Life rearranged,
Begins inside,
New seas to ply.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Systems I

Lately I have been pondering systems. Internal operating systems, just like Microsoft or MAC operating systems - scripts running together creating an operating system. What are the internal scripts running that are giving me the results - either I like or don't like? Modify and upgrade the internal operating system and effect will ripple through the entire system. Truth has a way of crashing dysfunctional operating systems.

Systems I

Systems in place,
Each must face.
Set into motion,
Full speed locomotion.

Locomotion for good or evil,
Process created,
Blindness to effect,
Doesn't prevent system working me over.

Perhaps personal systems,
Yield the most tonnage,
Magnitude of blindness,
Self I don't see and system effect.

Cycles repeated from generation to generation,
For life or death - goodness or wickedness.
Explore the systems participating in,
Not liking the results, perhaps change internal system.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

A Matter of Faith

          A Matter of Faith

Where mind goes and ruminate on,
can transformer your life.
Out of core words speak,
faith whether believed or not.

A matter of faith,
choice what I believe.

Lens of interpretation,
creates a world.
As a man thinks,
so shall he be.

A matter of faith,
choice what I believe.

Risk and change,
or regrets to stay the same.
Courage to transform,
new paradigm welcome.

A matter of faith,
choice what I believe.

Create with words,
from truth or lies.
From inner world form,
manifests in physical.

A matter of faith,
choice what I believe.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.