Shake the Dust: Anis Mojgani
Pslam 90:2
"Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God."
I am not real certain where Anis Mojgani comes from belief-wise. Cats like him tend to be synchrestic spiritually rather than Christ-centered. Yet, this poem captures the spirit of Jesus. What this poem also needs is grace....we shake off sin and mortality and take on Christ and immortality.
This is for the fat girls
This is for the little brothers
For the former prom queen
And for the milk crate ball players
This is for the school yard wimps
And the childhood bullies that tormented them
Shake the dust.
This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them.
This is for the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns
And for the men who have to hold down 3 jobs,
Simply to hold up their children.
For the nighttime schoolers
And for the midnight bike riders trying to fly
Shake the dust.
For the two year olds who cannot be understood
because they speak half English and half god
Shake the dust
For the girl whose brother is going crazy
For the gym class wall flower
And for the 12 year olds that are afraid of taking public showers
For the kid who's always late to class because he forgets the combination to his locker
For the girl who loves somebody else
Shake the dust.
This is for the hard men
Who want love, but know that it won't come
For the ones who are forgotten
For the ones whose amendments do not stand up for
For the ones who are told to speak only when they are spoken to
And then are never spoken to
Speak every time you stand
So that you do not forget yourself
Never let a moment go by that doesn't remind you
That your heart beats 100 000 times a day
And that there enough gallons of blood
To make everyone of you an ocean
Do not settle for letting these waves settle
And for the dust to collect in your veins.
This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling
For the poetry teachers
And for the people who go on vacations alone
For the sweat that drips of a Mick Jagger singing lips
And for the shaking skirt on Tina Turners shaking hips
And For the heavens, and for the hells through which Tina has lived
This is for the tired and the dreamers
And for those families that will never be like the Cleavers
With perfectly made dinners, and songs like Wally and the Beaver
This is for the bigots
This is for the sexists
This is for the killers
This one is for the big house jail sentenced cats becoming redeemers
And for the springtime, that somehow always shows up after every single winter
This is, This is for you.
Make sure that by the time the fisherman returns
You are gone
Because just like the days, I burn at both ends
And everytime I write, everytime I open my eyes
I am cutting out a part of myself
Just to give it to you.
So shake the dust and take me with you do
For none of this, has ever been for me
All that pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
Pushes for you
So grab the world by its clothes pins
And shake it out again, and again
And jump on top and take it for a spin
And when you hop off, shake it again
For this is yours
Make my words worth something
Make this not just another poem that I write
Make it like its heavy about us all
And walk into it, breathe it in
Let it crash through the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years, of millions of poets
Coursing like blood
Pumping and pushing, making you live
Shaking the dust
So when the world knocks at your front door
Clutch the knob tightly, and open on up
Run forward into its wide spread greeting arms
With your hands before you
Your fingertips trembling
Though they may be
Mike Knott from the old school Christian Band LSU said it well in the below two songs:
Grace
striving for the answer
in fighting for the streets of gold
hope you're not forgotten
you wonder if you've killed your soul
i've heard the words of judgment
but not from the one i know
it falls down on me
it falls down on you
grace falls free
the proud feel the need to work the loom
yet grace falls free
holding up to heaven
the winnings of your plow
look into the poor man
show him what he must do now
you've got all the answers
but he's got a book that shows him how
it falls down on me...
think about the river
how it always flows
they're still digging in the desert
but that's not where this river goes
it's filled with all the living
and quenches every wantin' soul
it falls down on me...
Christ Saves
when a sick man needs a physician
sometimes the healthy come cutting
instead of stitchin'
when he's locked by indecision
the selfish make him more dyin'
than he is livin'
one thing i've learned through my wrong ways
one thing i've found in my day
Christ saves
when a man falls from position
the crusade starts on a mission
to make him feel more damned than he is forgiven
when the righteous come in trippin'
they take your words and they start twistin'
it makes you lose trust in 'em
one thing i've learned
through my wrong ways
one thing i've found in my day
Christ saves
"Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God."
I am not real certain where Anis Mojgani comes from belief-wise. Cats like him tend to be synchrestic spiritually rather than Christ-centered. Yet, this poem captures the spirit of Jesus. What this poem also needs is grace....we shake off sin and mortality and take on Christ and immortality.
This is for the fat girls
This is for the little brothers
For the former prom queen
And for the milk crate ball players
This is for the school yard wimps
And the childhood bullies that tormented them
Shake the dust.
This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them.
This is for the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns
And for the men who have to hold down 3 jobs,
Simply to hold up their children.
For the nighttime schoolers
And for the midnight bike riders trying to fly
Shake the dust.
For the two year olds who cannot be understood
because they speak half English and half god
Shake the dust
For the girl whose brother is going crazy
For the gym class wall flower
And for the 12 year olds that are afraid of taking public showers
For the kid who's always late to class because he forgets the combination to his locker
For the girl who loves somebody else
Shake the dust.
This is for the hard men
Who want love, but know that it won't come
For the ones who are forgotten
For the ones whose amendments do not stand up for
For the ones who are told to speak only when they are spoken to
And then are never spoken to
Speak every time you stand
So that you do not forget yourself
Never let a moment go by that doesn't remind you
That your heart beats 100 000 times a day
And that there enough gallons of blood
To make everyone of you an ocean
Do not settle for letting these waves settle
And for the dust to collect in your veins.
This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling
For the poetry teachers
And for the people who go on vacations alone
For the sweat that drips of a Mick Jagger singing lips
And for the shaking skirt on Tina Turners shaking hips
And For the heavens, and for the hells through which Tina has lived
This is for the tired and the dreamers
And for those families that will never be like the Cleavers
With perfectly made dinners, and songs like Wally and the Beaver
This is for the bigots
This is for the sexists
This is for the killers
This one is for the big house jail sentenced cats becoming redeemers
And for the springtime, that somehow always shows up after every single winter
This is, This is for you.
Make sure that by the time the fisherman returns
You are gone
Because just like the days, I burn at both ends
And everytime I write, everytime I open my eyes
I am cutting out a part of myself
Just to give it to you.
So shake the dust and take me with you do
For none of this, has ever been for me
All that pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
Pushes for you
So grab the world by its clothes pins
And shake it out again, and again
And jump on top and take it for a spin
And when you hop off, shake it again
For this is yours
Make my words worth something
Make this not just another poem that I write
Make it like its heavy about us all
And walk into it, breathe it in
Let it crash through the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years, of millions of poets
Coursing like blood
Pumping and pushing, making you live
Shaking the dust
So when the world knocks at your front door
Clutch the knob tightly, and open on up
Run forward into its wide spread greeting arms
With your hands before you
Your fingertips trembling
Though they may be
Mike Knott from the old school Christian Band LSU said it well in the below two songs:
Grace
striving for the answer
in fighting for the streets of gold
hope you're not forgotten
you wonder if you've killed your soul
i've heard the words of judgment
but not from the one i know
it falls down on me
it falls down on you
grace falls free
the proud feel the need to work the loom
yet grace falls free
holding up to heaven
the winnings of your plow
look into the poor man
show him what he must do now
you've got all the answers
but he's got a book that shows him how
it falls down on me...
think about the river
how it always flows
they're still digging in the desert
but that's not where this river goes
it's filled with all the living
and quenches every wantin' soul
it falls down on me...
Christ Saves
when a sick man needs a physician
sometimes the healthy come cutting
instead of stitchin'
when he's locked by indecision
the selfish make him more dyin'
than he is livin'
one thing i've learned through my wrong ways
one thing i've found in my day
Christ saves
when a man falls from position
the crusade starts on a mission
to make him feel more damned than he is forgiven
when the righteous come in trippin'
they take your words and they start twistin'
it makes you lose trust in 'em
one thing i've learned
through my wrong ways
one thing i've found in my day
Christ saves
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