TO MY FRIEND
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Oh, my friend,
You said it would take a miracle
To change your direction.
You said you don't need Jesus Christ
Because you are your perfection.
Oh, your spirit's such a gentle one,
But futile ways
Lead to futile ends.
Your gentleness
Will never make amends
For turning away
The greatest gift ever given,
The gift of Omnipotent Perfection
Becoming futile for you and me
By dying on a tree erected for us,
Those of gutless insurrection.
You're right!
It would take a miracle
To change your direction.
But beware,
Christ is the God of miracles!
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http://NudeCreations.com
2004-10-30
ANOTHER DAY
ANOTHER DAY
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I just tore out another day,
Severed it from the year's glue,
Tossed 24 hours (into a drawer),
To be taken out again someday
And cherished for but a moment.
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http://NudeCreations.com
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I just tore out another day,
Severed it from the year's glue,
Tossed 24 hours (into a drawer),
To be taken out again someday
And cherished for but a moment.
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
http://NudeCreations.com
I NEED A WIFE FOR CHRISTMAS
I NEED A WIFE FOR CHRISTMAS
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I need a wife for Christmas.
I need someone to hold.
I need to find my better half
Before my half is old.
I have so many female friends.
I am really blest,
But where's the one to hold me
And share my empty nest?
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http://NudeCreations.com
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I need a wife for Christmas.
I need someone to hold.
I need to find my better half
Before my half is old.
I have so many female friends.
I am really blest,
But where's the one to hold me
And share my empty nest?
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
http://NudeCreations.com
2004-10-25
THE GALLERIA AT BCE PLACE, TORONTO
The Galleria at BCE Place, Toronto, is often host to magnificent photography exhibits.
The intensity of this photo in a Galleria exhibit completely blew me away! It was shot by Mike Moore of the UK's "Daily Mirror." The subject is Italian soccer coach Pierluigi Collina. His is one face I will never forget, with the Galleria's magnificent skylight towering above him.
Like a Russian doll, this is a photograph of a photographer photographing a photography exhibit. The photographer in red is one of my best friends, Kathie Jo Anderson (kjaPhoto.com).
2004-10-21
RIDDLES SO LAME, THEY NEED A WHEELCHAIR
RIDDLES SO LAME, THEY NEED A WHEELCHAIR
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What is the most popular meal in the radio industry?
Marconi and Cheese.
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What is the shark's favourite cheese?
Manta Ray Jack.
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How many lightbulbs does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
One.
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What is the most popular meal in the radio industry?
Marconi and Cheese.
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What is the shark's favourite cheese?
Manta Ray Jack.
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How many lightbulbs does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
One.
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THE PRODUCE AISLE
THE PRODUCE AISLE
After Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky
Were a pair,
Bill was impeached.
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After Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky
Were a pair,
Bill was impeached.
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BEYOND SCRUTINY
BEYOND SCRUTINY
You were Head of the Class,
Academic Champion.
You moved on to greatness
With so much potential.
No question was too difficult--
No answer too distant.
But as time went on,
Your wisdom became
Entrenched,
Beyond scrutiny.
When confronted with the facts,
You say,
"The truth doesn't matter.
Who are you,
And who am I
To say that anything is true?"
The one who once knew all the answers
Now says there are none.
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You were Head of the Class,
Academic Champion.
You moved on to greatness
With so much potential.
No question was too difficult--
No answer too distant.
But as time went on,
Your wisdom became
Entrenched,
Beyond scrutiny.
When confronted with the facts,
You say,
"The truth doesn't matter.
Who are you,
And who am I
To say that anything is true?"
The one who once knew all the answers
Now says there are none.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
2004-10-15
QUESTIONS AND THE ANSWER
QUESTIONS AND THE ANSWER
"What now?"
Inquired fear of apathy.
How long
Will free souls dance with tyranny?
When
Will hoping end our hopelessness?
Where
Will the searchers find their place of rest?
Why
Is it that we question everything?
Who is our answer?
Who is our King?
The only answer that we'll ever need
Is Jesus Christ upon the cross of every deed
And every thought in which good has fallen ill.
The only remedy is that Perfection's blood did spill.
"What now?"
Inquired death as Christ rose again.
"How long,"
We ask, "until our Jesus comes again?"
When
Will freedom invade every heart?
Why
Will many turn away from a brand new start?
Who is your answer?
Who is your King?
Where
Will the searchers find their place of rest?
Don't turn the Son of God away.
Don't miss out on God's Best!
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"What now?"
Inquired fear of apathy.
How long
Will free souls dance with tyranny?
When
Will hoping end our hopelessness?
Where
Will the searchers find their place of rest?
Why
Is it that we question everything?
Who is our answer?
Who is our King?
The only answer that we'll ever need
Is Jesus Christ upon the cross of every deed
And every thought in which good has fallen ill.
The only remedy is that Perfection's blood did spill.
"What now?"
Inquired death as Christ rose again.
"How long,"
We ask, "until our Jesus comes again?"
When
Will freedom invade every heart?
Why
Will many turn away from a brand new start?
Who is your answer?
Who is your King?
Where
Will the searchers find their place of rest?
Don't turn the Son of God away.
Don't miss out on God's Best!
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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IN THE LIQUID AIR
IN THE LIQUID AIR (Funeral For Her Fallen Fellow Fish)
She struggles among questions/cares
And bug-eyed, buzzing (in water) stares
At him who is but isn't there,
Having fallen from his aquatic air.
She hovers close, but at a distance,
Curious, but afraid of his motionless stance.
With the confusion see her dance
As he lies on the pebbles of fate and chance.
With a mind the size of a grain of sand,
See her struggle with the unplanned
And above an empty body stand
On the liquid graveyard land.
Lifeless there he lies below her.
That rambunctious fish will no longer stir
Nor entertain primitive love thoughts of her.
She cries dry tears in the liquid air.
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She struggles among questions/cares
And bug-eyed, buzzing (in water) stares
At him who is but isn't there,
Having fallen from his aquatic air.
She hovers close, but at a distance,
Curious, but afraid of his motionless stance.
With the confusion see her dance
As he lies on the pebbles of fate and chance.
With a mind the size of a grain of sand,
See her struggle with the unplanned
And above an empty body stand
On the liquid graveyard land.
Lifeless there he lies below her.
That rambunctious fish will no longer stir
Nor entertain primitive love thoughts of her.
She cries dry tears in the liquid air.
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TO MOM
TO MOM
Thanks for your encouragement.
I wonder where the worry went.
In this hard life, your child still shares
With you who've felt the struggles too.
I feel the power of your prayers.
The Powerful One to my heart flew.
Now fear is conquered for a time.
But someday, when it comes again,
Mom will bring encouragement,
And I'll wonder where the worry went.
Now, to the Lord I give praise
For giving me Mom, who all my days
Helped me grow. From God she's sent.
I wonder where the worry went.
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Thanks for your encouragement.
I wonder where the worry went.
In this hard life, your child still shares
With you who've felt the struggles too.
I feel the power of your prayers.
The Powerful One to my heart flew.
Now fear is conquered for a time.
But someday, when it comes again,
Mom will bring encouragement,
And I'll wonder where the worry went.
Now, to the Lord I give praise
For giving me Mom, who all my days
Helped me grow. From God she's sent.
I wonder where the worry went.
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A POSSIBILITY
A POSSIBILITY
Maybe I'll go back to school
To figure out how I feel about you
And academically deduce
All the feelings we misconstrue.
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Maybe I'll go back to school
To figure out how I feel about you
And academically deduce
All the feelings we misconstrue.
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BETRAYING THE SAVIOUR WITH A KISS GOOD-NIGHT
BETRAYING THE SAVIOUR WITH A KISS GOOD-NIGHT
I knew I should've gone to church today,
But sleep was more important than an hour with my Saviour.
I knew I should've joined my friends in prayer.
Instead, I spent my day
Travelling in aimless directions
Through a mind full of cobwebs.
All my nightmares came true
In a dream that I had,
And I awoke mourning in the morning of my afternoon.
*
I knew I should've gone to church tonight,
But the darkness swallowed the light,
And I finish a poem
While Jesus is crying.
The wasted day is complete,
And, as I reach for the light switch,
I say to Messiah, "Good-night.
It's time to turn off the light."
And I hear my Saviour respond,
"No. Turn it on."
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I knew I should've gone to church today,
But sleep was more important than an hour with my Saviour.
I knew I should've joined my friends in prayer.
Instead, I spent my day
Travelling in aimless directions
Through a mind full of cobwebs.
All my nightmares came true
In a dream that I had,
And I awoke mourning in the morning of my afternoon.
*
I knew I should've gone to church tonight,
But the darkness swallowed the light,
And I finish a poem
While Jesus is crying.
The wasted day is complete,
And, as I reach for the light switch,
I say to Messiah, "Good-night.
It's time to turn off the light."
And I hear my Saviour respond,
"No. Turn it on."
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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HUMAN HAIKU
HUMAN HAIKU
Human embryos,
Fetuses growing daily;
Will they be slaughtered?
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Human embryos,
Fetuses growing daily;
Will they be slaughtered?
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WHEN PASSION IS MY ONLY RULE
WHEN PASSION IS MY ONLY RULE
When passion is my only rule,
When reason is twisted to suit my whims:
That is when
Lust
Performs a coup d'état of
Love.
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When passion is my only rule,
When reason is twisted to suit my whims:
That is when
Lust
Performs a coup d'état of
Love.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
BODIES OF WATER FLOWING
BODIES OF WATER FLOWING
River rolls.
Ocean laps the shore,
Getting sand on its watery tongue,
Sand which dissolves
In the movement of
Musical Nature.
Seas seethe
In the storms of life
And in their strife
Create a rhythm of chaos.
Movement mounts
At the foot of the mountain
As the water comes crashing
Against its side
By way of a moon-mastered tide.
But grass is green
Around the serene
Lakes controlled
Like islands in the land.
And if they flood,
It's from water from above
Dancing staccato
On their tympanic surface membranes
Rippling in the rain.
We humans
Made of water--sixty-five percent--
Then are certainly meant
To move with the tide of life
And even dance in strife.
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River rolls.
Ocean laps the shore,
Getting sand on its watery tongue,
Sand which dissolves
In the movement of
Musical Nature.
Seas seethe
In the storms of life
And in their strife
Create a rhythm of chaos.
Movement mounts
At the foot of the mountain
As the water comes crashing
Against its side
By way of a moon-mastered tide.
But grass is green
Around the serene
Lakes controlled
Like islands in the land.
And if they flood,
It's from water from above
Dancing staccato
On their tympanic surface membranes
Rippling in the rain.
We humans
Made of water--sixty-five percent--
Then are certainly meant
To move with the tide of life
And even dance in strife.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
2004-10-14
LONGING...
LONGING...
It was time to make a wish,
My birthday candles staring me in the face
Burning their fiery imprints into my vision,
Waiting for my answer.
Melting hot wax onto icing,
They waited and waited
As I saw your face in each fire,
Longing for the courage to pursue your love
And never give up until I win your heart.
But I didn't have the guts.
And the flames died
As I blew out hope.
And I still wish without conviction,
Have my dreams of you and me,
Longing for something I'm afraid will never happen,
Wishing it would,
Wishing you understood
And felt the same.
Love is so confusing.
How can something so strong
Make me feel so weak?
I long for you!
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It was time to make a wish,
My birthday candles staring me in the face
Burning their fiery imprints into my vision,
Waiting for my answer.
Melting hot wax onto icing,
They waited and waited
As I saw your face in each fire,
Longing for the courage to pursue your love
And never give up until I win your heart.
But I didn't have the guts.
And the flames died
As I blew out hope.
And I still wish without conviction,
Have my dreams of you and me,
Longing for something I'm afraid will never happen,
Wishing it would,
Wishing you understood
And felt the same.
Love is so confusing.
How can something so strong
Make me feel so weak?
I long for you!
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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GASP
GASP
I just told a lie
Through a gasp of disgust
While I really enjoyed
A depiction of lust
You walked in on me
So I covered my tracks
With the reaction that
You would expect me to have
The stem of sincerity
Is wilting before me
Within the bouquet
Of the way things should be
And I'm wondering why
I'm loving the lie
While I also am praying
"Truth, set me free"
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I just told a lie
Through a gasp of disgust
While I really enjoyed
A depiction of lust
You walked in on me
So I covered my tracks
With the reaction that
You would expect me to have
The stem of sincerity
Is wilting before me
Within the bouquet
Of the way things should be
And I'm wondering why
I'm loving the lie
While I also am praying
"Truth, set me free"
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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ROUGH AND TUMBLE
ROUGH AND TUMBLE
When the going gets tough
Will the tough run away?
Will the weak ones stay?
It wouldn't surprise me at all
If the weak ones save the day!
Only the tough times show
Who the tough ones are.
But beware,
The truly tough ones--each will wear a scar.
The tough from the weak;
The weak from the tough.
A label's not enough.
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When the going gets tough
Will the tough run away?
Will the weak ones stay?
It wouldn't surprise me at all
If the weak ones save the day!
Only the tough times show
Who the tough ones are.
But beware,
The truly tough ones--each will wear a scar.
The tough from the weak;
The weak from the tough.
A label's not enough.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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IN RETROSPECT, THE GIFT
IN RETROSPECT, THE GIFT
Fahrenheit 451--the temperature at which books burn--
That's the book I gave to you.
The book won't burn
Unless you hold it in your hand
While next to you too close I stand,
For at Fahrenheit 451 my love does burn for you.
The book won't burn with my furnace closed.
The flames are burning deep inside.
Until God opens up the door
My flaming secret's safe inside.
When God opens up the door,
The flames will scorch the book you hold.
Flames dashing from the open kiln,
Every page will be no more.
The book is gone.
Just you and I
Standing silent,
Eye to eye.
The book was kindling for the fire,
A means of finding your desire.
Did the fire warm you, like I hoped it would?
Or did it burn you, like I knew it could?
I don't know. What's your desire?
I don't know. God built the fire.
The book is gone.
Just you and I
Standing silent,
Eye to eye.
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Fahrenheit 451--the temperature at which books burn--
That's the book I gave to you.
The book won't burn
Unless you hold it in your hand
While next to you too close I stand,
For at Fahrenheit 451 my love does burn for you.
The book won't burn with my furnace closed.
The flames are burning deep inside.
Until God opens up the door
My flaming secret's safe inside.
When God opens up the door,
The flames will scorch the book you hold.
Flames dashing from the open kiln,
Every page will be no more.
The book is gone.
Just you and I
Standing silent,
Eye to eye.
The book was kindling for the fire,
A means of finding your desire.
Did the fire warm you, like I hoped it would?
Or did it burn you, like I knew it could?
I don't know. What's your desire?
I don't know. God built the fire.
The book is gone.
Just you and I
Standing silent,
Eye to eye.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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NOTHING COMES
NOTHING COMES
You wait and wait,
And nothing comes.
As you walk alone,
You see her in the distance,
And you turn in another direction
Because you mean nothing to her.
She is everything to you,
Though you've surrendered to
The nothing in her heart.
If you could make a start
With her,
Would you have everything or nothing
In common?
You wait and wait,
And nothing comes.
At this moment, though,
It means everything.
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You wait and wait,
And nothing comes.
As you walk alone,
You see her in the distance,
And you turn in another direction
Because you mean nothing to her.
She is everything to you,
Though you've surrendered to
The nothing in her heart.
If you could make a start
With her,
Would you have everything or nothing
In common?
You wait and wait,
And nothing comes.
At this moment, though,
It means everything.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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MOTHER
MOTHER
She brought us into the Saviour's Earth
As we shared in His human birth
And she shared in Mary's pain and love
For each newborn future of the world
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She brought us into the Saviour's Earth
As we shared in His human birth
And she shared in Mary's pain and love
For each newborn future of the world
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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WE'RE JUST NUMBERS IN AN IMPERSONAL EQUATION
WE'RE JUST NUMBERS IN AN IMPERSONAL EQUATION
(Inspired by 5000 and 040104)
Oh, 49.382,
Why can't you see that I love you?
And could you please explain to me
What you see in 4.3?
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(Inspired by 5000 and 040104)
Oh, 49.382,
Why can't you see that I love you?
And could you please explain to me
What you see in 4.3?
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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FUZZY SLIPPERS
FUZZY SLIPPERS
Bring your floor tile to the Christmas parade.
It makes a good coaster for lemonade.
When you've got time, try it with lime.
Too bad the price is now more than a dime.
Bring your floor tile to the Christmas parade.
Drop it, and spill your lemonade.
Forget the lime. You've got less than a dime.
And who are you kidding? You don't have the time.
Bring your floor tile to the Christmas parade
If you're insane 'cause you haven't been paid.
And last of all, I'll say what I think.
"If you understand this, I know a good shrink."
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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Bring your floor tile to the Christmas parade.
It makes a good coaster for lemonade.
When you've got time, try it with lime.
Too bad the price is now more than a dime.
Bring your floor tile to the Christmas parade.
Drop it, and spill your lemonade.
Forget the lime. You've got less than a dime.
And who are you kidding? You don't have the time.
Bring your floor tile to the Christmas parade
If you're insane 'cause you haven't been paid.
And last of all, I'll say what I think.
"If you understand this, I know a good shrink."
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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BECAUSE
BECAUSE
So many people find their own way;
So many people sing at day.
But do they cry at night like I,
Often asking Jesus, "Why?"
He knows well the way I feel
For His human life was real.
So when I'm crying in bachelor life
I turn to Another who had no wife.
And the people He loved turned Him away.
So many people find their own way
Rather than love One who loves them more,
More than I've ever loved before.
Jesus, now I understand
Why that nail went through Your hand.
You were so in love with me,
You'd rather die than let go of me.
So if no other love I find,
Then Yours shall be the only kind.
And if another love comes through,
I'll cherish her as a gift from You.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
So many people find their own way;
So many people sing at day.
But do they cry at night like I,
Often asking Jesus, "Why?"
He knows well the way I feel
For His human life was real.
So when I'm crying in bachelor life
I turn to Another who had no wife.
And the people He loved turned Him away.
So many people find their own way
Rather than love One who loves them more,
More than I've ever loved before.
Jesus, now I understand
Why that nail went through Your hand.
You were so in love with me,
You'd rather die than let go of me.
So if no other love I find,
Then Yours shall be the only kind.
And if another love comes through,
I'll cherish her as a gift from You.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
2004-10-13
DID YOU EVER WONDER...?
DID YOU EVER WONDER...?
Did you ever wonder why Jesus was a carpenter?
Did you ever wonder why He never had a wife?
Did you ever feel the love of God who became man?
Did you feel the pain when the nail went through His hand?
On Earth, Christ was a carpenter in holy preparation
For His present work in Heaven of preparing us each a home.
And on Earth, He remained single, for in His future Holy Nation,
We shall be the Bride for whom His Spirit had groaned.
So now I'll sing this little song:
**********My Saviour was a carpenter.
**********He worked with wood,
**********He died on wood
**********And rose just like He said He would.
Did you ever feel the love of God who became man?
Did you ever know that you've been always in His plan?
You loved the sin and called it joy,
But soon you had a broken toy.
The nail of sin through Perfection's hand.
Did you ever know a love so grand?
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
Did you ever wonder why Jesus was a carpenter?
Did you ever wonder why He never had a wife?
Did you ever feel the love of God who became man?
Did you feel the pain when the nail went through His hand?
On Earth, Christ was a carpenter in holy preparation
For His present work in Heaven of preparing us each a home.
And on Earth, He remained single, for in His future Holy Nation,
We shall be the Bride for whom His Spirit had groaned.
So now I'll sing this little song:
**********My Saviour was a carpenter.
**********He worked with wood,
**********He died on wood
**********And rose just like He said He would.
Did you ever feel the love of God who became man?
Did you ever know that you've been always in His plan?
You loved the sin and called it joy,
But soon you had a broken toy.
The nail of sin through Perfection's hand.
Did you ever know a love so grand?
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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BIPOLAR BREAKFAST
BIPOLAR BREAKFAST
Indecisiveness
Is my favourite waffle
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Indecisiveness
Is my favourite waffle
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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2004-10-11
AUTUMN IN GUELPH
I took these photos on Sunday, October 10, 2004, which was [Canadian] Thanksgiving Sunday. I give thanks to God for such beauty in His world and the ability to appreciate it!
VAPOURIZED
"VAPOURIZED" was created using a combination of Adobe Illustrator and Adobe Photoshop (www.adobe.com). Is it a space ship or an interstellar moth that has been destroyed? You be the judge!
SYMMETRY OF DREAMS
SYMMETRY OF DREAMS
I dance with the symmetry of dreams
And wake to find my vision marred
By unrealistic demands on the real world
My vigorous pursuit of perfection
Wore a hole in the fabric of time--
A hole always visible, yet fading
As time heals old wounds
And new ones
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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I dance with the symmetry of dreams
And wake to find my vision marred
By unrealistic demands on the real world
My vigorous pursuit of perfection
Wore a hole in the fabric of time--
A hole always visible, yet fading
As time heals old wounds
And new ones
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
2004-10-07
HAIKU: THE NEXT GENERATION
HAIKU: THE NEXT GENERATION
Happiness is when
Star Trek: TNG is on
And you watch with me
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Happiness is when
Star Trek: TNG is on
And you watch with me
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IF WHAT YOU SAY IS TRUE, ARE YOU WILLING TO FACE THE TRUTH?
IF WHAT YOU SAY IS TRUE, ARE YOU WILLING TO FACE THE TRUTH?
We prize our Michelangelos:
Paintings of biblical characters
Portrayed in naked modesty.
Yes, nudity in art is quite dignified,
Celebrating the beauty of God's creation of human anatomy.
Wait.
What was I saying?
What's that commotion outside?
Oh, no!
Quick! Lock the doors!
The NUDISTS are coming!
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We prize our Michelangelos:
Paintings of biblical characters
Portrayed in naked modesty.
Yes, nudity in art is quite dignified,
Celebrating the beauty of God's creation of human anatomy.
Wait.
What was I saying?
What's that commotion outside?
Oh, no!
Quick! Lock the doors!
The NUDISTS are coming!
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
THE BEAM
I am the sin
Christ's hands were nailed to.
I am the beam
He carried there
Until its evil became too heavy
For the tortured Son of God to bear.
A passer-by was forced to carry
The cursed tree to the Place of the Skull,
Where God's own Son would die for me
To prove all of my striving null.
I am the beam
Christ's hands were nailed to.
I am the nail that skewered His feet.
I am the sword that pierced His side.
I am a disciple who did retreat.
I helped fuel Satan's pride.
I began the shouts to crucify.
God's love and grace
Are all that save me.
Christ's sacrifice
Unseals my doom,
Unlocks the gates of Hell
To free me
To enter Streets of Gold.
Heaven is too rich to earn--
Inheritance the only way.
Accept the gift of eternal life
For which only Christ could pay.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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2004-09-30
MY HOME TOWN
MY HOME TOWN
I've lived many places in my life, but right now, I'm glad to call Guelph (pronounced Gwelf), Ontario, Canada, "My Home Town." Guelph is a creatively vibrant city in which I've taken advantage of many opportunities to perform my poetry and sell my art, and make friends with other Creative Adventurers.
2004-09-29
TRUE LOVE (Haiku)
TRUE LOVE (Haiku)
Please, my love, believe
Romance is not dead, but you're
Blocking the TV.
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Please, my love, believe
Romance is not dead, but you're
Blocking the TV.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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2004-09-28
WHAT MAKES YOUR DOG SNIFF?
WHAT MAKES YOUR DOG SNIFF?
What makes your dog sniff?
Did he get a whiff
Of the pumpkin pie
Steaming on the counter?
What makes your dog sniff?
Did he smell the fear
Of the postman coming
On trembling feet toward the box,
The box with mail?
Hear dog bark!
Hear mailman wail!
What makes your dog sniff?
Is it a runny nose?
Did you, as faithful master,
Give your dog a cold?
What makes your dog sniff?
You may never know.
You just know you love him,
And he loves you too,
As he snuggles in your lap,
And laps his tongue across his nose.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
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What makes your dog sniff?
Did he get a whiff
Of the pumpkin pie
Steaming on the counter?
What makes your dog sniff?
Did he smell the fear
Of the postman coming
On trembling feet toward the box,
The box with mail?
Hear dog bark!
Hear mailman wail!
What makes your dog sniff?
Is it a runny nose?
Did you, as faithful master,
Give your dog a cold?
What makes your dog sniff?
You may never know.
You just know you love him,
And he loves you too,
As he snuggles in your lap,
And laps his tongue across his nose.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
2004-09-27
PRESSED AND BAKED
PRESSED AND BAKED
(Inspired by my friend Kristine Christensen's* brilliant
statement at the reception for my university graduation.
She said, "I feel like a cookie, pressed and baked." I
said, "Kristine! I love it! I'm going to turn it into a
poem and dedicate it to you!")
"I feel like a cookie,
Pressed and baked."*
I've eaten these years away,
And it all can be seen today.
I feel like a cookie,
All crunched and digested.
I feel like a theory
That hasn't been tested.
I'm lost in a chocolate sea;
Glued to vanilla cream;
Exhausted from ecstasy.
Here I lie
On a tray.
I'm at a reception
For my life.
People are asking
What comes next
As they take me in pieces
From the tray
And munch their curious
Souls away.
But the taste
Makes them happy,
And the chocolate
Makes them hyper.
They munch away
At my possible futures
While I figure out how to
Pay the piper.
But I will make it.
I have the power.
I am cookie;
Hear me roar.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
(Inspired by my friend Kristine Christensen's* brilliant
statement at the reception for my university graduation.
She said, "I feel like a cookie, pressed and baked." I
said, "Kristine! I love it! I'm going to turn it into a
poem and dedicate it to you!")
"I feel like a cookie,
Pressed and baked."*
I've eaten these years away,
And it all can be seen today.
I feel like a cookie,
All crunched and digested.
I feel like a theory
That hasn't been tested.
I'm lost in a chocolate sea;
Glued to vanilla cream;
Exhausted from ecstasy.
Here I lie
On a tray.
I'm at a reception
For my life.
People are asking
What comes next
As they take me in pieces
From the tray
And munch their curious
Souls away.
But the taste
Makes them happy,
And the chocolate
Makes them hyper.
They munch away
At my possible futures
While I figure out how to
Pay the piper.
But I will make it.
I have the power.
I am cookie;
Hear me roar.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
EMILY (JTK.CA Name Art)
This name art was inspired by my friend Emily Cronin. I created the letters and the colour gradients in Adobe Illustrator and did the rippled reflection in Adobe Photoshop, so I suppose this artwork is technological mixed media. For more on these two great electronic painting tools, visit www.adobe.com
2004-09-25
THE WRECKING BALL OF HYPE
THE WRECKING BALL OF HYPE
One of my major pet peeves is the fact that the whole world celebrated the Millennium at the start of 2000, when it did not actually begin until the start of 2001. The reason 2001 began the Millennium is that the B.C. years to A.D. years transition went like this: "4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4...." There was no 0 B.C. or 0 A.D. With no zero in the system, the years went from 1 B.C. directly to 1 A.D. So, basically, math is not our society's strong suit, when it is believed that 1 + 2000 = 2000. It doesn't; it equals 2001, but the global ignorance was unsurpassed as we watched magnificent celebrations for 24 hours, as we crossed time zones, via television, from the comfort of our living rooms. But we were watching the cataclysmic fall of reason to the wrecking ball of hype, as we rang in a one thousand nine hundred ninety-nine year Millennium, wearing a necklace of genuine faux pearls that we also fell for. The number 2000 ends in three goose eggs, representing pop culture's collective IQ.
Even my own intellectual preening is moot. Jesus was actually born in 6 or 5 B.C. (Before Christ). Yes, Christ was actually born "Before Christ." When setting up our current calendar system based on the year of our Lord, supposed human intelligence fell prey once again to reality. After all that calculating, we were obviously off by a few years.
And now, in the Era of Tolerance, naming the years after Jesus cannot be tolerated. No longer "Before Christ" or "anno Domini," we now live in C.E. (the "Common Era"), and the years before "the religious figure preferably erased from history" are now titled B.C.E. ("Before the Common Era"). The world makes it circuit in a cosmic wasteland, where we worship numbers and forget the "One" who made us, preferring compassionate math that calls no answer wrong.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
One of my major pet peeves is the fact that the whole world celebrated the Millennium at the start of 2000, when it did not actually begin until the start of 2001. The reason 2001 began the Millennium is that the B.C. years to A.D. years transition went like this: "4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4...." There was no 0 B.C. or 0 A.D. With no zero in the system, the years went from 1 B.C. directly to 1 A.D. So, basically, math is not our society's strong suit, when it is believed that 1 + 2000 = 2000. It doesn't; it equals 2001, but the global ignorance was unsurpassed as we watched magnificent celebrations for 24 hours, as we crossed time zones, via television, from the comfort of our living rooms. But we were watching the cataclysmic fall of reason to the wrecking ball of hype, as we rang in a one thousand nine hundred ninety-nine year Millennium, wearing a necklace of genuine faux pearls that we also fell for. The number 2000 ends in three goose eggs, representing pop culture's collective IQ.
Even my own intellectual preening is moot. Jesus was actually born in 6 or 5 B.C. (Before Christ). Yes, Christ was actually born "Before Christ." When setting up our current calendar system based on the year of our Lord, supposed human intelligence fell prey once again to reality. After all that calculating, we were obviously off by a few years.
And now, in the Era of Tolerance, naming the years after Jesus cannot be tolerated. No longer "Before Christ" or "anno Domini," we now live in C.E. (the "Common Era"), and the years before "the religious figure preferably erased from history" are now titled B.C.E. ("Before the Common Era"). The world makes it circuit in a cosmic wasteland, where we worship numbers and forget the "One" who made us, preferring compassionate math that calls no answer wrong.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
2004-09-23
SOLITUDE
SOLITUDE
Solitude
My friend
My bane
An extra reason
To stay in from the rain
A hope embraced
By hopelessness
A tortured yet comfortable distress
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Solitude
My friend
My bane
An extra reason
To stay in from the rain
A hope embraced
By hopelessness
A tortured yet comfortable distress
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
2004-09-20
MODERN CANVAS OF WORDS
MODERN CANVAS OF WORDS
(Inspired By The Computer Monitor)
page of glass stares at me
empty
longing for adventure
waiting for a dance of words
to slide across its empty white plain
it glows for you
it glows for me
waiting to unveil a mystery
dark room lit up
by a pane of glass
waiting for inspiration
longing for something to share
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(Inspired By The Computer Monitor)
page of glass stares at me
empty
longing for adventure
waiting for a dance of words
to slide across its empty white plain
it glows for you
it glows for me
waiting to unveil a mystery
dark room lit up
by a pane of glass
waiting for inspiration
longing for something to share
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
WORRY IS THE MONSTER
WORRY IS THE MONSTER
(Dedicated To The Rev. Bob Smart)
Don't make decisions in the depths of despair,
Or when you're half asleep.
Your choices may take on a dismal air
And ruin your happy and waking hours.
Downcast, you say, "I remember then."
I respond, "Don't worry,
And the time will come again."
*
Worry is the Monster
Guarding the City of Despair--
He welcomes you in
And tries to keep you there.
He serves a feast to the god of mistrust.
You eat until you're stuffed.
You ate it up,
And now, from inside,
It eats you up.
Welcome to
The lure of lies.
The Monster of Despair
Hugs you tight and cries with you,
While he keeps you imprisoned.
Get out of the city!
Run away and don't look back,
For if you look back,
You will go back--
That's the nature of a gaze.
Retreat is more honourable
Than surrender.
Just run,
Don't think,
Because you cannot think
When you're in the Liar's Lair.
He's the Monster of the City of Despair,
But you know him by another name;
Yes, he's Satan, the King of Lies,
The Angel of Pseudolight, playing another game.
The Real Light comes in,
And you see beside you
A face of true beauty.
He says, "I've been with you
All along, working to get through
The wall of worry you've built between us."
You respond, "That I've built?
The Monster of Despair
Built this city and its walls!"
Jesus says, "No,
This is a city of your own invention,
And Satan was only too glad to help.
Now, come again with me,
And walk life's roads
Without malice toward the truth
That you are mine.
You cannot escape my love.
I bought you back from the Monster
You had sold yourself to.
Here,
Feel my scars."
Committed to your safety
And His love for you,
He wounds the Monster of Despair,
Not with a sword,
But by showing him the nail-scarred hands.
Then, Jesus,
Committed to your safety
And His love for you,
Grasps your hand
And leads you from
The City of Your Own Invention.
As He holds your hand,
You feel a scar
That saved you from yourself.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
(Dedicated To The Rev. Bob Smart)
Don't make decisions in the depths of despair,
Or when you're half asleep.
Your choices may take on a dismal air
And ruin your happy and waking hours.
Downcast, you say, "I remember then."
I respond, "Don't worry,
And the time will come again."
*
Worry is the Monster
Guarding the City of Despair--
He welcomes you in
And tries to keep you there.
He serves a feast to the god of mistrust.
You eat until you're stuffed.
You ate it up,
And now, from inside,
It eats you up.
Welcome to
The lure of lies.
The Monster of Despair
Hugs you tight and cries with you,
While he keeps you imprisoned.
Get out of the city!
Run away and don't look back,
For if you look back,
You will go back--
That's the nature of a gaze.
Retreat is more honourable
Than surrender.
Just run,
Don't think,
Because you cannot think
When you're in the Liar's Lair.
He's the Monster of the City of Despair,
But you know him by another name;
Yes, he's Satan, the King of Lies,
The Angel of Pseudolight, playing another game.
The Real Light comes in,
And you see beside you
A face of true beauty.
He says, "I've been with you
All along, working to get through
The wall of worry you've built between us."
You respond, "That I've built?
The Monster of Despair
Built this city and its walls!"
Jesus says, "No,
This is a city of your own invention,
And Satan was only too glad to help.
Now, come again with me,
And walk life's roads
Without malice toward the truth
That you are mine.
You cannot escape my love.
I bought you back from the Monster
You had sold yourself to.
Here,
Feel my scars."
Committed to your safety
And His love for you,
He wounds the Monster of Despair,
Not with a sword,
But by showing him the nail-scarred hands.
Then, Jesus,
Committed to your safety
And His love for you,
Grasps your hand
And leads you from
The City of Your Own Invention.
As He holds your hand,
You feel a scar
That saved you from yourself.
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudeCreations.com
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