Poetry

Do Angels Dream?

Late in the night the only light,
shines from the forsaken Christmas tree.
Each forgotten little sparkling white light,
each twinkling ornament a piece of our history.
Silently time seems to stand,
slipping gently from my hands.
The past and future intermingled,
with immeasurable joy and sadness.
Forever lost yet moments still to come,
are tempered with a longing gladness.
Memories of moments that had been,
I realize now never to come again.
Each memory and thought is seen on every night,
not just a forgotten and melancholy Christmas eve.
Still the question remains, do angels dream?

~Mark Schutter ©2014

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God, Life, Photograph, Poetry

Battles We Face

Just because you don’t see anything happening
doesn’t mean that something isn’t happening. ~God

The battles we face
The wars raging about us
The lies we are told over and over
God cares about me more than I do
God is doing more than I can understand
God is strengthening me in spite of my weakness
God is good and only He can heal the broken hearts
The battles we face
The struggles we encounter
The lies in our minds we tell ourselves
Each person we encounter is fighting
Each person we see is carrying the burdens
Each person we love and hate is lovingly adored by God
Each person is not merely a mortal but eternally infinite
The battles we face
The help we so often need
The love we crave sits at the door
As we carry our broken hearts
His heart bleeds for only He has what we need
For long ago He has already won the battles we face

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Battles We FaceMy entire family has been sick since Christmas; first my daughter, then my wife and now me. It sucks as I am sure you all know. Now I am not complaining because I believe in something bigger than myself and this and other trials will only make us stronger.  It is so easy to get mired in our circumstances and this is a reminder that this too shall pass. ~M

 

God, Photograph, Poetry

Shattered Theology

His ‘grace unveiled’ each morning shatters my theology.wpid-wp-1419970829144.jpeg

Morning’s GRACE
Brightly shines
Into the dark
Of my heart
Dispelling myths
Of demonic depths
Slaying the dragons
Living within, He
SHATTERS my THEOLOGY

~Mark Schutter ©2014

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives

Life, Writing

2014 in Review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for my blog here – Maleko’s Art.  It has been a year of growth for the blog and for myself.  Thank you to each follower, those who have commented and liked posts and those who have just stop by and looked around.  I appreciate each one of you! Here’s to a great 2015! ~M

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,400 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

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Art, Poetry

I am tired, so tired …

I am tired, so tired;
of drinking the sweet poison of the false infinite.
I am tired, so tired;
of looking at beautiful images of a false reality.
I am tired, so tired;
of smiling in unspoken words of the false persona.
I am tired, so tired;
of pretending while mingling in the false community.
I am tired, so tired;
of feigning the coveted power of a false strength.
I am tired, so tired;
of nodding in acknowledged conformity to a false joy.
I am tired, so tired;
of acquiescing to the requests of my false identity.
I am tired, so tired;
of wearing masks…

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Life, Poetry

I do believe, in Santa Claus

Yes, there is a Santa ClauseJust a soft touch, of a gentle hand.
A moment in life, where time stands.
Believing in fairy tales, of magic moonbeams.
Dreams often come true, from legends so it seems.
A starry night unfolds, in silent glorious grace.
For now we wait, held in love’s embrace.
The hope endures despite, time’s slow pause.
Yes I do believe, in Santa Claus.
Even St. Nick will kneel, on bended knee.
A moment when time did split, so few did foresee

In a manger a newborn babe, comes from majesty.
For unto to each of us, comes God’s mercy.
To infuse a living hope, that will ever sing.
Out of time eternal, a king of Kings.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Writing

Mister Snow Melter

Heat Miser 2014

My own unique poetry take on the song Heat Miser from the classic show ‘The Year Without a Santa Claus‘.  Heavily influenced by the wet rain and normally green Christmas’s in the Pacific Northwest.  We may not have snow most years but we still have a lot of fun.

Merry Christmas!

 

I’m Mister Snow Melter
I’m Mister Warm
I’m Mister Winter Swelter
I’m Mister Fifty-one
They call me Snow Melter,
The snow I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!

I never want to see a day
That’s less than 40 degrees
I’d rather have it fifty,
sixty, a comfy seventy degrees!
Oh, some like it cold or hot, but I like it
in between! Hee hee!

He’s Mister Green Christmas
He’s Mister Rain
Sing it!
He’s Mister Snow Melter
He’s Mister Fifty-one

They call me Snow Melter,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
Too Much!

Writing

Not Afraid to Say It!

Merry Christmas #1It is the end of the first day of December 2014 and I am not afraid to say it or shout it from the rooftops!  Merry Christmas!  I am not against Happy Holidays or Seasons Greetings but there is only one holiday this season that makes me happy and that is Christmas!

Photo uploaded to Photobucket by: redwine-n-strawberries

So throughout the month I will randomly post pictures of Christmas and hopefully they will give you a little joy.  Remember, to pause in the midst of the busyness of shopping, cooking, gift-giving, present wrapping, tree hunting, ornament hanging, decorating, singing carols and everything else, to just breathe and give thanks.  There is a reason behind Christmas and I leave you with words of truth from ‘The Grinch Who Stole Christmas’ by Dr. Seuss;

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!
Writing

Is NaNoWriMo Ever Really Finished?

It is November 30, 2014 the last day of November and the last day of this years NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and the endeavor of writers worldwide to write 50,000 words during the month. This is my second time participating, the first in 2012 (I took last year off as the family went to Southern California for Thanksgiving and Disneyland!) and I am happy to say both years I reached the vaunted 50,000 word plateau! I actually hit the 50k mark on November 20th, averaging writing just over 2500 words per day.

I then proceeded to take the next 5 days off from writing on the draft.  I did write a some poems but that was the extent of it.  I now sit at over 53,000 words, with one day left to add to the total and still a long ways to go.  Is the draft novel any good?  Probably not, as most was written in a flurry of free-writing sprints but hey, at least I have a story down on paper.  Now the real fun begins, really?  The editing, re-writing and the critiques from others, oh joy!

If you are ever interested in writing a story then why not plan on joining next year?  You will find lots of support both locally from the regions and worldwide via writing buddies.  In case you are interested here is the synopsis (still a work in progress, also) of my story tentatively titled ‘The Seekers’, take care and happy writing! ~M

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In the not so distant future as society is rebuilding from the devastating chaos resulting from the destruction of the world economic infrastructure.  An evil has risen from the ruins intent on exerting control over the world.  The Group, a multimillion dollar corporation that manufactures unmanned drones, hides behind a veil of rebuilding the world to a future utopian society with no pain or need.  This is to be accomplished by eliminating those deemed of no value to society.   It is into this world that Johnny Mick and Faith find themselves.

Johnny Mick has been given an extraordinary spiritual gift that allows him to see the pain that is carried within people’s hearts and souls.  Protecting those who are hurting sends him face to face with his own broken heart and his reluctance to fulfill his destiny.  Faith is an independent and strong woman who has embarked on a mission to slay evil where she encounters it.  Feeling abandoned as a child she long ago gave up the hope of being connected to another human being.  She lives her life only from a sense of duty and obligation that if fulfilled will reward her in the next life

They unwittingly find themselves on paths of unacknowledged self-discovery and when their lives intersect they are forced to face the truth of who they are.  They must fight the demons inside themselves and those that have sinister plans to control the world.  This adventure set against the backdrop of the selective elimination of human beings, will lead them both to the ultimate showdown, where out of necessity they must confront their deepest pain and fears.