Power of Verse

Language.

Communication.

Verse.

The power of words. To Heal. To Harm. Verse is the word we hang on the essential part of music. The counterpart is Chorus. Verse, the single voice of music. Chorus, the voice of the whole. I am a humble man, at least, I try to be. I don't attempt to think that my opinions or beliefs, or any thought I have would be Chorused by any other. Just Verse. Verse is the all important individuality that God has created each and every one of us with. Verse is our soul crying out, of each and every cell of our being, created by God, to attempt in the slightest to mirror his amazing creation with minuscule and finite minds and bodies.

Verse is the essential part of humanity that screams for individuality, screams out to be noticed, to be loved, to be admired, to be just...smiled at. That I am created by a perfect Creator who loves me is beyond my comprehension. It touches my soul in a way no music ever has. No other person's Verse ever has. It is a personal belief, one I can not help but share. Not that I am pushy or preachy or narrow minded. I have felt a resonance, a perfect octave, a drum beat, a "groove", a perfect square or root, a prime number that is infinitely divisible by my soul.

It is unexplainable.

I only hope that I may live my life in such a way that its a microscopic mirror of Him. That should be enough to change the world. Not in my power, but just the mere reflection of him gives enough light and fire to burn away any human to the core of the soul. When our, your, their Verse joins the Chorus of Him, only then can it bring beautiful music to the world.

Chorus.

Chorus is the whole. Chorus is what you throw back you head, hold out your arms and scream out. Every song. Any song. Chorus is what you know, its what you feel. Its what you sing endlessly when you are so obsessed with a song that your friends roll their eyes after the first 3 words. Chorus is our souls yearning for belonging, of being a part of something greater, of screaming out at the top of your lungs, of finding another person that so wonderfully and completely attaches to your Verse that you close your eyes, hold your heart, and cry. That feeling of love, infatuation, compassion, stomach flopping, heartache, YEARNING...that pales in comparison to reaching out and touching the CREATOR. THE orchestrator, THE composer, THE musician, THE author of Verse and Chorus, THE creator of Love and Life and Soul Thirst. That emptiness inside is created by Him. To be filled by Him.

Why call this blog Unfinished Verse? I don't know. Maybe its because as a musician, no verse is finished, no song is ever completely satisfying. Its just "Good Enough". As a musician, a poet, a writer, a teacher, a preacher, a disciple, a follower...I don't believe I could ever truly finish anything perfectly that will resonate in Man like the resonance of His Chorus.

So Unfinished Verse is a bit about my creations. My unfinished, imperfect songs, poems, writings...unfinished, imperfect life. That I will never have the perfect Verse for my life until he touches it and scrapes all of my imperfect additions off, and just makes those small pen strokes of a master musician editing a friend's song to make it just the most perfect sound to the ears.

So Live, Love, Verse.

J. Beatnik