Speaker Volume

More of a symbol than symbolic
trying to best it would make you a relic.

There's an elephant in the room
and I'm it.
Big nose and obvious
but he's gray and I'm black
the gray may be a reflection
of the rain that has passed over me
I'll wear it like a battle scar,
till its no longer fashion to me.
I wear emotions on my sleeves
My outfits make statements,
more like press releases,
I dress for questions,
this rhetoric turns thread into thesis
booted up like i was born in this outfit
like i was born feeling this way
i sported it so long
im where's waldo everywhere
red and white stripes
this feeling of winning at barely
is killing me while steadily saving me
im producing blood at the rate im loosing
can you picture it
the outfit
the emotion
composed of regret and success
at a rate the cancels each other out
red and white stripes
waldo blended in
because both success and regret
filled the page
but im alone in this book
and the elephant doesn't mind the attention
just wishes it was more impressive
as if the volume never capped
you just turned it up
and until you went deaf
then maybe the attention
would be matched by the performance
(to be cont'd... maybe)

Back From The Future: A Sermon

Back From The Future: A Sermon from Xon Up on Vimeo.

This sermon was only the 2nd I had done in my return to my home church, Family Of Faith Church, in Wagoner, Oklahoma. The concept behind this message was to inform the Body of Christ, that we're to not only look towards God's promises, but we're to act upon them also. Taking the steps to fulfilling the vision we have from God

New type of post

For anyone who has read the About Me section of this blog or follows me on Twitter at twitter@troyflewellenjr, knows that I'm a preacher, poet, and philosopher. I have posted poetry, and now am looking into posting my sermons. My philosophy will follow. I am a member at Family Of Faith Church in Wagoner, OK. I've been a ministering there since its conception almost 2 years ago.

Nostradamus Fell In

death is a matter of catastrophic moments
but this moment in time is brought to you by now
this tense being more cognitive than faith-base
I'm in this present with you

-and im waiting for us to unravel
which for most, it implies explosion
for us, its the moment we respond
to what we've seen beyond each others veil

no prophet needed, we are seeing into the "now"
that has laid naked under covers
it holds the breath you took when i saw you
it can keep it, your energy has become my respirator

life support has been replaced by the love of it
i hope this present vision,
is what youve come to this island for, with me
our now is beautiful and in no way ending
unless we over anticipate the future

Recant(ation)

I apologize for thinking of leaving
the voice in my ear
had me under the influence
that my now would cure my occurring forever

Faithfulless ( A poetic memo)

she stays in my ear
when she doesnt stay near
and the distance is growing
and the volume is getting louder
im devoted
my passion and love are religious
and have been practioners of your doctrine
since our communion
studied your apocalypse stories
with fervent attention
but it appears
our end is coming- our end is near
our end is coming- our end is near
love aint supposed to feel like this
or maybe it is when its been improperly handled
im trying to return to the faith
I once knew, but it appears
no clergy are here
love is not meant to be worshipped alone
these pews have grown cold
from lack of occupancy
so proselytization is taken place
if not to know another diety
atleast to experience ignorance
knowing nothing is better
than knowing the wrong thing
so this memo comes on the brink
of self excommunication
resignation pending
lack of communication
the same spring feelings that filled me
are killing me,
this new voice of reason
isnt logical either
but love is faith based
when your services end early
its pamplets are passed out
I've read some before when i was younger
some are familiar
however im still your paritionar
however let me know if your closed
or looking for new members

Letter to a Friend (Runaway Martyrs)

this is where we last met.
in our thoughts.
congregated in our theories
-our perspectives never really synced
but we held a play list
that kept us to the beat of the same drum
and thats when our histories didnt matter
we wanted to become martyrs
and they die because of their future
being so potent, tales or told of them
and no one knows them
just like we didnt know ourselves
labeled ourselves rebels, because society
was becoming the bastard child
of our God, all praise YAHWEH
our rebellion left to defiance
against hands wielding help
because we knew of the price it came with
we were meant to be runaways
but when i left and you stayed
martyrdom became the least of your concerns
nobody dies for nothing
"nobody's" die for nothing
so im spending this time changing my social status
you didnt care, you were more rebel than me
and when we realized the discipline
necessary to become a martyr
was almost hypocritical to the free birds we became
i stayed and you left
and now our tales are different
and our roads to martyrdom are different
these bars that now hold you
must hold you.
try not to escape
but to face this moment
and let this system that was meant to hide you
reveal the rebel you are
now more disciplined
im waiting at the stake
im building a future so potent
its intoxication will occur upon thought
our thoughts
where we last met

sincerely
x of man, rebel mind