hybrid poetry: An experiment of both prose and visual art.

Experimenting with both the structure of prose and the visual structure, trying to create a work where one can read an experience, and experience it through the combination of visual senses. Can you spot the unique structure of both prose and visual art?


The invisible stairway

One,
then another,
it comes again.
A moment of surrender,
a lapse of sober judgment,
just like falling down some stairs;
your spirit tumbles, and down you go.
Seems there's no truth that can save you,
it seems like there is no hope at all;
but look up to the heavens and pray to Jesus.
He will not only save you but will raise you
to soar higher than the eagles, and make you whole again.
This is the unmistakable hope, the wondrous truth, of His saving grace.

-=Diddy=-

what i've earned through lessons learned

The lessons of life that I have learned,
did not come easy and had to be earned.
Because for something different my heart yearned,
A heartfelt longing for change, my stomach churned.

Like many, I did not have an easy life
'twas filled with trouble, toil, uncertainty, strife
it was overwhelmed with worries rife;
a friend one day, then, in your back, a knife

People gave advice, but a second too late
as more and more, I grew in hate
I began to question my inevitable fate
and I didn't think I'd pass (nor did I want) through the pearly gate

Regression, depression, religious concession
I finally gave in, found hope through my confession
that sin and darkness was always my repression
and unbeknown to me, even my obsession

Then my heart was lightened, I began to love
Grace,the only hope I had, when push came to shove
And in my dire need, it fit like a glove
Jesus is life and truth, of all things thereof

-=Diddy=-

I am not a saint, nor do I claim to be

Coco was a man of integrity, all his staff would tell you so.  And on the last episode where he could have bad-mouthed NBC and said it was just a part of the skit (there's always a bit of truth behind every joke isn't there?), he decided to look back and think of the good times and thanked NBC for everything.  What a swell guy.  Well, this got me thinking...and writing.

My reflections of my life and how much God has changed me as a person...hopefully for the better; but alas, I am not a Saint.

"I Am Not A Saint"

First we must understand who I used to be
A rebel kid, smoking joints, completely carefree
I would talk back to cops, even went to Juvi
Looking back, I feel bad for my parents who had to raise me

But soon thereafter God showed me a way
And gave me a choice to change or to stay
I chose God on that fateful day
and learned about a debt I could never repay

But this did not end with a happy story
Even whence exposed to God's love and glory
I saw in Christianity much hate, killings...gory
and decided that this is really not for me

And deeper down the hole I fell
my life became lust, gluttony, sloth, hell
and towards the heavens curses I would yell
And told God stay away, and I would as well

So I had control and vowed to make good ends
made money, but grew distant from family and friends
a plastic smile and temporary pleasures, I could no longer pretend
so I decided to turn to God and try to make amends

Now let's bring it to a more present time
But a little bit back, to two-thousand-and-nine
I went to God and said "yo dude, i'm in a bind.
you win, but let's make a truce, if you don't mind"

So it was done, what exactly I can't say
It's just for the big G and me to know, but hey
whatever the deal was, it turned out okay
I'm still no Jesus, but I'm trying to be better (or so I pray)

Finally, we come to the "now", the "present"
where I look back and wonder where all the time went
But I don't regret any moment of the dark times that were spent
'Cause I have a deeper understanding what Jesus' love meant

So who am I?  I'm but a man, a sinful man
but I've decided to change and made a plan
it's quite easy: whatever I can't, God can
I crawled my way towards God, but towards me, God ran