My First Book!

You have not only seen evidence of what my first book may have to offer, You have already read several poems found in it. My first publication, "Process of Praise," a collection of 40+ of my best written works from Spring of 2006 to the new year of 2010, is now available along with several other authors from Berean at PublishAmerica's online bookstore: www.publishamerica.net. To go directly to my book, visit http://www.publishamerica.net/product91177.html.
As I'm sure you are likely aware of my book's publication and online availability, I send you this message with faith. That is, faith that what I have been graced to share with you has been at least a stimulation to your soul, and hopefully a blessing. One that you are free to reciprocate with support and sharing with your friends, romans, and countrymen.
With that in mind, I also would like to note that most of the authors also published by PublishAmerica are major influences on me. If you think I can write, you NEED to get in touch with the writing of Dr. Edward Donalson, III, J. E. Keels, and Nadine C. Keels. All three are available at the same store, but have earlier works that are must haves. "The Song of Nadine" is available at www.freshoil.30fold.com. You may also contact her staff at 206.251.3921, or yeahandamen@hotmail.com.
In addition, work of the aforementioned authors will be featured in "The Kingdom Monologues," a candid account of salvation in God's Kingdom, on May 29th at Berean Love & Bible Fellowship. Tickets are $10 in advance, $12 at the door. Contact Berean's administrator for more information at 253.946.4166. If there are any other questions, email my address at the bottom.

God Bless!

Lewis P. Bryon
biggestbryon@yahoo.com
Seattle, WA 98136

Still Thinking

Still Thinking

is tomorrow going to come?

waking up to the wrong place
in the perfection of the right time
with stale torment and surprising delicacy
i’m no longer cozy in my flesh

my malnourished thoughts have learned to detest my diet
and grown weary of the limitations installed
by the bitterness nuzzling into my open sores
seeping into polluted veins

waiting for “happened”
i find no pity
for I have seen that yesterday’s labor
and yesterday’s results
are not today’s expectation
more than feel
i watch these suicide tears scream out of my sockets
squeezing out of and falling from the mouth of fake hopelessness
pressuring my eyes from behind to a hazardous blur

no headaches
no inhuman rage
no farewell letters
only the Truth and i
meeting this and every moment to the face
threshing out the faintest scent of “quit”
piercing to the joint and marrow
discerning the thought and the intent
converting the soul
so less souls have excuse to seek life outside of the Light

i’m no longer comfy in the flesh
a lily playing too close to weeds
a dream sitting too close to death
a poem reading too close to distraction
an advantage walking too close to sloth
a breath at once caught
and drawn passed the black and white too fast to see the gray
and landed into the red chambers of redemption
chasing after me
finding God
chasing after God
finding me
grasping bounds that do not instead shackle me
but hold me to this discovery
mold me with recovery

i’m now restful in this flesh

Christ in me
the Hope of Glory