Beacon Blog, Webdate January 29th, 2006.
Hehehe....like that, my little play on the generic Star Trek openers? Ok, nevermind....um....I haven't got much to write about....so I'll just see what comes to my mind that I can scribe down. I'm currently reading this book: Tales Before Tolkien, The Roots of Modern Fantasy, which has got some cool short stories in it (ones that supposedly inspired the master of fantasy). So that's interesting, I'm finally reading again. And I wrote some poetry last night (see previous blog), so I'm back on the skald/scribe track...if there even is one. I'm doin' better in school....brought up my Ap us grade from a D to a B...which is good improvement...gonna keep it up.....and all other classes are pretty much under control. So yup....
Not really sure what else to talk about....tryna start a pen&paper RPG....can't find a game master though....so it may take some time....alas...I ramble....o well.....other than that not much is goin' on. I've gotten into the show Babylon 5, saw all of Season 1, which is pretty good, nice intergalactic diplomacy stuff...I like it....the characters are well drawn out too...so that's pretty interesting. Anyway...
That's all I have to say about that
Daitanis
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Daised
The foreman calls out,
You must get out!
You must get out!
I hope I’ve made the right choice,
I pray that I’m following the right voice,
And the foreman calls and seems to know,
Let her go,
Let her go,
Yet I still yearn,
And when I see her, my stomach does churn,
Still the foreman calls,
Don’t think with your balls,
Don’t think with your balls,
But I still hope that things will change,
That maybe she won’t think I’m so strange,
The foreman sings,
Remember the nine kings,
Remember the nine kings,
I seem to be consumed by lust,
I’ve forgotten how to trust,
So the foreman sighs,
Saying let the world die,
Let the world die,
Like Gatsby of Great,
I’m in a daised state,
The Foreman seems crazy,
As he tells me,
Daisy let it go,
Daisy let it go,
Daisy,
Let her go...
You must get out!
You must get out!
I hope I’ve made the right choice,
I pray that I’m following the right voice,
And the foreman calls and seems to know,
Let her go,
Let her go,
Yet I still yearn,
And when I see her, my stomach does churn,
Still the foreman calls,
Don’t think with your balls,
Don’t think with your balls,
But I still hope that things will change,
That maybe she won’t think I’m so strange,
The foreman sings,
Remember the nine kings,
Remember the nine kings,
I seem to be consumed by lust,
I’ve forgotten how to trust,
So the foreman sighs,
Saying let the world die,
Let the world die,
Like Gatsby of Great,
I’m in a daised state,
The Foreman seems crazy,
As he tells me,
Daisy let it go,
Daisy let it go,
Daisy,
Let her go...
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
You Can't Take the Sky From Me
(To whoever might read..not that I care...just scribing thoughts down)
Green Day blasts their Jesus of Suburbia over the computer: "Everybody's heart doesn't beat the same." This quotation's got me thinking....bout the whole shoe comment thing (see earlier blog: Shoes of the Gospel...if you care) I probably shouldn't even be listening to their comformist manufactured, synthetic crap...but I like it....so I'll listen to whatever the hell I want. As you can tell, I'm not in a very good mood. My high school and the community I live in...all the people are stuffy...and stuck up...and easily offended...and I'm tired of their frivolous bullshit. (Ok..this has turned into an anguished teen rant...btw)
They're only obsessed with themsevles (usually...not always...making angry assumptions...and yes I'm being hypocritical...I'm just venting) and don't see other people around them. They just go about their business and do everything to get a good transcript for the college their parents will bribe their dumb asses into. They get straight As go into APs...become mindless liberals....that "care about minorities" but really they're just fucking baby killers. Most of them just don't give a damn about me...geek cripple me.....or any other geek..in fact...if they see anyone who's at all different...they pounce on the poor dude and isolate him to such an extent that he becomes an introvert. The popular people experience sexual situations and flaunt it right in front of us of geekdom....pressing their over manicured lips together in a display of animilistic fervor. That then pisses us Geeks off so we go and try it on with girls...and then they mock us when we miserably fail or get cruelly rejected (not just from my own experience). They expect us to deal with it...and control our hormones (while they themsevles can't) and "Get over it" or "Leave them alone" UGGGGGGGHHHHHHH
It would atleast be bareable if I had people at my school that I could consider "my crew". However, I only have a few people...and they're just not into the same stuff as me (I'm not trying to be picky...most of them don't even like Star Wars). So I've dealt with it. I've put up with my freinds (some of whom desperatly strive to be popular and talk about frivolous crap like girls, fashions, and the latest "news" (gossip)) and I have. I've really tried to be content. I've really tried to be nice. I've tried to be a Guinan...always listening to peoples' problems and advising them on their "relationships". But gorramit....I'm sick of it!!! I want to talk about stuff like we talk about at Tribe. Deep, meaningful, useful, thought provoking discussions. But nope, all I get to talk about is so and so's mother...(though mom jokes rnt so bad :))...and which dick is dating the chick u like.....) And I'm truly fucking tired of it. I wanna talk about scifi/fantasy/rpg (yes...D&D....what about LARPing, anyone up for that...no...no you wouldn't be. Even other geeks laugh at LARPers (If you have no idea what I'm talking about....it just further to prove my point) I know nobody who wants to do that kind of stuff (and you need at least 2 or 3 others for a good D&D game) They all either wana talk about sex and penises..or that girl over there...which I really don't wanna worry about right now.....who gives a rut?
So I don't know. They say....oh...wait till college....everything will be okay....you'll meet new, interesting people......it'll all be plumcakes and daffodils....but I don't want to wait that long......no....gorram it....I'M NOT GONNA WAIT THAT LONG....I REFUSE TO!!!! "I ain't gonna live forever" And I'm close to the edge. So forget these Armonk faggots. They don't need me. So I'm just gonna act like they don't exist. Cuz they don't. They don't matter. Their snotty little opinions don't matter....and.....I'm just gonna go full on Geek.....and I'm not fucking looking back.
This has been a different point of view
Brice
Green Day blasts their Jesus of Suburbia over the computer: "Everybody's heart doesn't beat the same." This quotation's got me thinking....bout the whole shoe comment thing (see earlier blog: Shoes of the Gospel...if you care) I probably shouldn't even be listening to their comformist manufactured, synthetic crap...but I like it....so I'll listen to whatever the hell I want. As you can tell, I'm not in a very good mood. My high school and the community I live in...all the people are stuffy...and stuck up...and easily offended...and I'm tired of their frivolous bullshit. (Ok..this has turned into an anguished teen rant...btw)
They're only obsessed with themsevles (usually...not always...making angry assumptions...and yes I'm being hypocritical...I'm just venting) and don't see other people around them. They just go about their business and do everything to get a good transcript for the college their parents will bribe their dumb asses into. They get straight As go into APs...become mindless liberals....that "care about minorities" but really they're just fucking baby killers. Most of them just don't give a damn about me...geek cripple me.....or any other geek..in fact...if they see anyone who's at all different...they pounce on the poor dude and isolate him to such an extent that he becomes an introvert. The popular people experience sexual situations and flaunt it right in front of us of geekdom....pressing their over manicured lips together in a display of animilistic fervor. That then pisses us Geeks off so we go and try it on with girls...and then they mock us when we miserably fail or get cruelly rejected (not just from my own experience). They expect us to deal with it...and control our hormones (while they themsevles can't) and "Get over it" or "Leave them alone" UGGGGGGGHHHHHHH
It would atleast be bareable if I had people at my school that I could consider "my crew". However, I only have a few people...and they're just not into the same stuff as me (I'm not trying to be picky...most of them don't even like Star Wars). So I've dealt with it. I've put up with my freinds (some of whom desperatly strive to be popular and talk about frivolous crap like girls, fashions, and the latest "news" (gossip)) and I have. I've really tried to be content. I've really tried to be nice. I've tried to be a Guinan...always listening to peoples' problems and advising them on their "relationships". But gorramit....I'm sick of it!!! I want to talk about stuff like we talk about at Tribe. Deep, meaningful, useful, thought provoking discussions. But nope, all I get to talk about is so and so's mother...(though mom jokes rnt so bad :))...and which dick is dating the chick u like.....) And I'm truly fucking tired of it. I wanna talk about scifi/fantasy/rpg (yes...D&D....what about LARPing, anyone up for that...no...no you wouldn't be. Even other geeks laugh at LARPers (If you have no idea what I'm talking about....it just further to prove my point) I know nobody who wants to do that kind of stuff (and you need at least 2 or 3 others for a good D&D game) They all either wana talk about sex and penises..or that girl over there...which I really don't wanna worry about right now.....who gives a rut?
So I don't know. They say....oh...wait till college....everything will be okay....you'll meet new, interesting people......it'll all be plumcakes and daffodils....but I don't want to wait that long......no....gorram it....I'M NOT GONNA WAIT THAT LONG....I REFUSE TO!!!! "I ain't gonna live forever" And I'm close to the edge. So forget these Armonk faggots. They don't need me. So I'm just gonna act like they don't exist. Cuz they don't. They don't matter. Their snotty little opinions don't matter....and.....I'm just gonna go full on Geek.....and I'm not fucking looking back.
This has been a different point of view
Brice
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
But You Said
I turn on the T.V.,
And all I see,
Is death and war,
Floods and people lying hungry on the floor,
I cry for God to tell me why,
He lets them become so poor while I put on my thousand-dollar tie,
While cities are swept away,
Suburban youth complains; tryin’ to imitate Dre,
We sob at how bad our lives are,
As we pass the charred and burning car,
I whine about my achin’ tooth,
While poverty limits inner city youth,
When I don’t want to go to university,
Others strive to get in despite the locks and find the key,
I say I’ve been forsaken,
While it’s considered acceptable to be life takin’,
I weep and write emo poetry,
While children starving reach for moldy Brie,
So I’m prayin’ God,
Why are the boys and girls’ faces in the sod?
You are a God of love,
So where is the helping hand from above?
I don’t need it right now,
They need a carton of milk; give them a cow,
They are your children,
And they’ll be dead by ten,
So save them all,
They’re cornered between the wall,
Even when we don’t care,
That kid in the poster still needs a teddy bear,
Don’t comfort me,
Your people were meant to be free!
And all I see,
Is death and war,
Floods and people lying hungry on the floor,
I cry for God to tell me why,
He lets them become so poor while I put on my thousand-dollar tie,
While cities are swept away,
Suburban youth complains; tryin’ to imitate Dre,
We sob at how bad our lives are,
As we pass the charred and burning car,
I whine about my achin’ tooth,
While poverty limits inner city youth,
When I don’t want to go to university,
Others strive to get in despite the locks and find the key,
I say I’ve been forsaken,
While it’s considered acceptable to be life takin’,
I weep and write emo poetry,
While children starving reach for moldy Brie,
So I’m prayin’ God,
Why are the boys and girls’ faces in the sod?
You are a God of love,
So where is the helping hand from above?
I don’t need it right now,
They need a carton of milk; give them a cow,
They are your children,
And they’ll be dead by ten,
So save them all,
They’re cornered between the wall,
Even when we don’t care,
That kid in the poster still needs a teddy bear,
Don’t comfort me,
Your people were meant to be free!
Shoes of the Gospel
Dear Freinds (am I starting to sound like Mr. Rogers?)
Thank you guys who emailed me in response to my "teenage anguish". I really appreciate the support. I think it helped. :) I was able to do something for my college advisor which I had been wrestling with myself to do all Christmas break. (It's an essay about what I like, what I find enjoyable etc....If anybody would like to read it and comment....I've posted it below :)) So...yeah...I do want to go to college....even though I have no idea what I want to do with my life and what exactly I would like to study.
I think I know what's been bothering me though. (really bothering me....bothering isn't really the right word...it's more of a frustration....yeah....frustrating me...) (I would delete the bothering thing...but I'm going for a more Kerouacian style) It all dawned on me as I was rolling (rather slowly...cuz my friggen chair....ugg...don't even get me started) and I was goin' along, right...and these two girls are talking....so just to be polite (hehehe) I turn down my music....and I overhear part of their conversation:
"Like omg...weren't so and so's shoes soooo cute!"
And there it was like a bright and twinkling star, like a frikken plank in my eye....right in front of my eyes and ears...I understood. I've been so frustrated because people at my school are superficial cuttouts from a fashion magazine. There aren't....well a few...like two...but I don't hang with them enough....many people like me....at my school...that like the stuff I like...that yearn to go to cons and are christian ( there are people who are...I just don't talk with them much). This is what's been frustrating. So i'm not sure how to fix this frustration..I just feel alot better...cuz now I know what's been bothering me (perhaps its also my new interest in country music....I think I'm turning into a hick....oyvey as Cliffy would say) So if you could pray for me...and if you have any suggestions..email me....call me....how's that U2 song go...I only know the Weird Al version....Floss Me...Bill Me!!!....man Kerouac must have been drunk when he made up his writing style)
Essay thingie:
Most people would say I am a strange person. So I don’t surround myself with most people. Most people, especially in high school, in my opinion are boring squares that don’t have fun. To me fun has a lot to do with being different, or knowing things about what most people would never know about. If people find what I think to be interesting to be boring, then that’s their loss. I’ll keep on enjoying what I like to do.
For fun, one of the most important activities I participate in is writing. Whether this is writing short stories, poetry, or (I hope someday) novels, each time I put pen to paper I am able to scribe out my feelings and emotions. I’m not sure how my love for writing began, but for as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to do something to do with writing with my life. Perhaps because of my love of reading, I wanted to voice my own opinions and thoughts through my own stories, poems, and novels. Mostly writing in science fiction and fantasy, I enjoy these genres the most because I feel they give the writer the most freedom to use his imagination, and also explore the potential of mankind (even if I’m writing about aliens or ogres) (Even when your writing about fantastic creatures, your still only writing about human emotions under all the tentacles and horns). For a long time, I have tried to write poetry to express more down to earth emotions that I feel churning within myself. However, until recently, I was not able to express myself through this outlet. Since being able to rhyme and gain inspiration, I have written many poems, songs (at least attempts at songs), and also ballads. Poetry has become the most comfortable style of writing for me since then, but I really hope to develop this skill to a more complete fruitation during college.
Another activity in which I enjoy participating in is watch football. Specifically, I enjoy watching Green Bay Packer football. Even though some would argue this is a pretty passive pastime, I would have to disagree. I don’t remember how I became a Packer, but I know I will never root for another team in the NFL for as long as I live. I have visited Green Bay twice now, and have fallen in love with the town and team. Never before, nor anywhere else, will you see a town so completely absorbed in their team. A town with an approximate population of 90,000- 75,000 of them attends home games on Sundays. You cannot go two feet in the town without sighting a G logo on a door or car window. Even when they do terribly in their season, like this year for example (4-12), I will still loyally watch every game. I don’t give up, even when times get tough.
The final, and most important aspect of my life that I enjoy participating in is my faith. A fairly new believer in Christianity, I’m still learning a lot of what it means to be a Christian. (I’m told this doesn’t change much) Nothing is as comforting to me as the thought of a God who cares for me and loves me. My ever present inspiration for not only writing- but for life- God is the only one who keeps me going at certain points in my life. I also enjoy learning about my faith by studying the Bible. This is why I may want to go to a more Christian centered college so I will be able to take some theological classes or classes of that sort. I definitely want to go to a college where I will be able to practice my faith and where there will at least be others (any denomination) that celebrate the same God as I do.
Anyway
God Bless
Psalmer
Thank you guys who emailed me in response to my "teenage anguish". I really appreciate the support. I think it helped. :) I was able to do something for my college advisor which I had been wrestling with myself to do all Christmas break. (It's an essay about what I like, what I find enjoyable etc....If anybody would like to read it and comment....I've posted it below :)) So...yeah...I do want to go to college....even though I have no idea what I want to do with my life and what exactly I would like to study.
I think I know what's been bothering me though. (really bothering me....bothering isn't really the right word...it's more of a frustration....yeah....frustrating me...) (I would delete the bothering thing...but I'm going for a more Kerouacian style) It all dawned on me as I was rolling (rather slowly...cuz my friggen chair....ugg...don't even get me started) and I was goin' along, right...and these two girls are talking....so just to be polite (hehehe) I turn down my music....and I overhear part of their conversation:
"Like omg...weren't so and so's shoes soooo cute!"
And there it was like a bright and twinkling star, like a frikken plank in my eye....right in front of my eyes and ears...I understood. I've been so frustrated because people at my school are superficial cuttouts from a fashion magazine. There aren't....well a few...like two...but I don't hang with them enough....many people like me....at my school...that like the stuff I like...that yearn to go to cons and are christian ( there are people who are...I just don't talk with them much). This is what's been frustrating. So i'm not sure how to fix this frustration..I just feel alot better...cuz now I know what's been bothering me (perhaps its also my new interest in country music....I think I'm turning into a hick....oyvey as Cliffy would say) So if you could pray for me...and if you have any suggestions..email me....call me....how's that U2 song go...I only know the Weird Al version....Floss Me...Bill Me!!!....man Kerouac must have been drunk when he made up his writing style)
Essay thingie:
Most people would say I am a strange person. So I don’t surround myself with most people. Most people, especially in high school, in my opinion are boring squares that don’t have fun. To me fun has a lot to do with being different, or knowing things about what most people would never know about. If people find what I think to be interesting to be boring, then that’s their loss. I’ll keep on enjoying what I like to do.
For fun, one of the most important activities I participate in is writing. Whether this is writing short stories, poetry, or (I hope someday) novels, each time I put pen to paper I am able to scribe out my feelings and emotions. I’m not sure how my love for writing began, but for as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to do something to do with writing with my life. Perhaps because of my love of reading, I wanted to voice my own opinions and thoughts through my own stories, poems, and novels. Mostly writing in science fiction and fantasy, I enjoy these genres the most because I feel they give the writer the most freedom to use his imagination, and also explore the potential of mankind (even if I’m writing about aliens or ogres) (Even when your writing about fantastic creatures, your still only writing about human emotions under all the tentacles and horns). For a long time, I have tried to write poetry to express more down to earth emotions that I feel churning within myself. However, until recently, I was not able to express myself through this outlet. Since being able to rhyme and gain inspiration, I have written many poems, songs (at least attempts at songs), and also ballads. Poetry has become the most comfortable style of writing for me since then, but I really hope to develop this skill to a more complete fruitation during college.
Another activity in which I enjoy participating in is watch football. Specifically, I enjoy watching Green Bay Packer football. Even though some would argue this is a pretty passive pastime, I would have to disagree. I don’t remember how I became a Packer, but I know I will never root for another team in the NFL for as long as I live. I have visited Green Bay twice now, and have fallen in love with the town and team. Never before, nor anywhere else, will you see a town so completely absorbed in their team. A town with an approximate population of 90,000- 75,000 of them attends home games on Sundays. You cannot go two feet in the town without sighting a G logo on a door or car window. Even when they do terribly in their season, like this year for example (4-12), I will still loyally watch every game. I don’t give up, even when times get tough.
The final, and most important aspect of my life that I enjoy participating in is my faith. A fairly new believer in Christianity, I’m still learning a lot of what it means to be a Christian. (I’m told this doesn’t change much) Nothing is as comforting to me as the thought of a God who cares for me and loves me. My ever present inspiration for not only writing- but for life- God is the only one who keeps me going at certain points in my life. I also enjoy learning about my faith by studying the Bible. This is why I may want to go to a more Christian centered college so I will be able to take some theological classes or classes of that sort. I definitely want to go to a college where I will be able to practice my faith and where there will at least be others (any denomination) that celebrate the same God as I do.
Anyway
God Bless
Psalmer
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Almost Aphrodite
Is this love?
Should it feel so much like a rough shove?
I’ve heard stories of the sweet emotion,
Is it supposed to cause such a stomach commotion?
Every time she goes passed,
I fear my heart and mind won’t last,
They say you only feel this kind of love once,
Maybe this is it cuz I haven’t gotten her outta my mind for months,
It can’t be love though,
It feels like I just stubbed my toe,
This isn’t at all pleasant,
I keep on getting disappointed every time I pass another day’s crescent,
Wishing that she’s the one I’m looking for,
Vainly hoping that she’s Guinevere of Lore,
But I have to accept that I haven’t found the one for me,
The one who’ll be the queen of my love tree,
I haven’t found my dream girl,
I guess she’s just a grain of sand, and not my pearl...
Should it feel so much like a rough shove?
I’ve heard stories of the sweet emotion,
Is it supposed to cause such a stomach commotion?
Every time she goes passed,
I fear my heart and mind won’t last,
They say you only feel this kind of love once,
Maybe this is it cuz I haven’t gotten her outta my mind for months,
It can’t be love though,
It feels like I just stubbed my toe,
This isn’t at all pleasant,
I keep on getting disappointed every time I pass another day’s crescent,
Wishing that she’s the one I’m looking for,
Vainly hoping that she’s Guinevere of Lore,
But I have to accept that I haven’t found the one for me,
The one who’ll be the queen of my love tree,
I haven’t found my dream girl,
I guess she’s just a grain of sand, and not my pearl...
Samuel
Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,
I can’t see too far in any direction,
I want to spit when I see my reflection,
I walk around aimlessly,
While before I frolicked in the hills shamelessly,
Now all I feel is pain and frustration,
It’s as if I’m the sole target of Satan’s invasion.
Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,
The armies seem to surround my weathered tent,
So I cry to my God and repent,
But every time I overcome one demon,
Another rears its ugly head despite the season,
All I see in my future is the same disease,
So I pray as I fall on bloodied knees.
Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,
My path seems to be mapped out before me already,
All they say I have to do is bear the storm and keep my feet steady,
What if they are wrong?
What if I wasn’t meant to march to the beat of their song?
They say just pass this final test,
They say their older and they know what’s best.
Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,
I’m prayin’ that I’ll make the right choice,
So when I’m older and I look back I can rejoice,
But I can’t see where I’m to go,
So I’m asking for you to help me; O carpenter apprentice of Joe,
I think I’ll walk down the path of right,
Even if that path has more of a bight.
So I’m looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking down,
Looking up...
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,
I can’t see too far in any direction,
I want to spit when I see my reflection,
I walk around aimlessly,
While before I frolicked in the hills shamelessly,
Now all I feel is pain and frustration,
It’s as if I’m the sole target of Satan’s invasion.
Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,
The armies seem to surround my weathered tent,
So I cry to my God and repent,
But every time I overcome one demon,
Another rears its ugly head despite the season,
All I see in my future is the same disease,
So I pray as I fall on bloodied knees.
Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,
My path seems to be mapped out before me already,
All they say I have to do is bear the storm and keep my feet steady,
What if they are wrong?
What if I wasn’t meant to march to the beat of their song?
They say just pass this final test,
They say their older and they know what’s best.
Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,
I’m prayin’ that I’ll make the right choice,
So when I’m older and I look back I can rejoice,
But I can’t see where I’m to go,
So I’m asking for you to help me; O carpenter apprentice of Joe,
I think I’ll walk down the path of right,
Even if that path has more of a bight.
So I’m looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking down,
Looking up...
Monday, January 02, 2006
Second Star to the Right and Straight on 'Till Morning
Throughout my travels this vacation to Virginia..and elsewhere (among the darkest dungeons in my mind), I have been thinking. Not alot...watching a little too much T.V. :)...(and let me say there is nothing on....cept for TIMMY!!!) But yeah...I've been pondering on my life a little bit....alot....I mean, I did nothing constructive this vacation...I mean, I tried to write a few times..but nothing came to me. Alas, I digress.....this is the new year...but it all feels the same...boring....old...decadent....and I know its not....and I'm young and I got my whole life ahead of me and all that crap...and I should be happy in God...and I am...it just feels this way with school....and my social life....(yeah the girls too...even though I give up with the whole damned lot)....and it's like...I'm just....at a crossroads..I guess you could call it...(here I go with the fork stuck in the road thing...again...) and I'm thinking bout my future...and its like....I don't really want to go to college anymore....I don't really see the point....I mean....I want to write....I don't know.....its just....I'm sick of school and teachers and...people my age.....and its.....UGGGGHHHHHH....and I don't know what God wants me to do...I mean...I assume he wants me to go to college.....but maybe he doesn't....its just that college is this drift into thing that everybody does....and its just...stupid....mayb not....but.....I'm sounding very confused aren't I?
I don't want another year like last year. Between the failed test after failed test and sudden outbursts of heartbroken tears....I want a new year with new freinds.....and successes...and not lusting after stuff (and girls)....but it just seems the same..another day..another year..another fight...another struggle with my self everytime I see even the most remotedly beautiful girl...and I still dont have my power chair after 8 frikken weeks (new beginnings?) and its just....weighing me down....and gettin' to me....
So today I saw the press conference from the Packers when the GM fired head coach Mike Sherman...saying he "wanted to go in a new direction". Earlier this horrid season, Favre said that if the coach was fired it would be alot harder for him to come back to football. After his emotional walk off the field on Sunday, waving goodbye to the cheesheads at Lambeau field...and also unexpectadly hopped onto the seahawk's plane after Sunday's game to speak with Holmgren- his former Super Bowl winining coach for a talk..so I'm fairly certain he will retire after the canning of the coach he swore loyalty to. So I guess this is farwell to one of football's greatest icons...Peace be with you too Favre.....
So its gotten me thinking....changing of the guard....changing into the new year....new semester coming up soon....supposedly leaving this dump I go to school in....changes....it's happening all around me...but I just can't feel them...I feel numb, stagnant...as if in a trance...I want to be able to smile again like I used to..but these past few months...even though I became a christian....have just....I dunno....maybe its becoming a man....but its been the hardest few months I've ever endured....I just hope something changes.....Cuz I'm getting sick of the old...I've had enough...I need a change....a big change...lots of big changes...maybe inside of me (I gotta talk to someone bout something to do with the struggles inside of me...if you guys want..) I want new....the death of old...the beginning of new...of good...of light....of joy....To the year of Jubilee!!!
Ominous Kismet
The old warrior hangs his helmet,
The new come to meet their inevitable kismet,
The old sits down to rest,
While us young ones try to do our best,
The old passes on his torch,
And takes his place next to the elders on the front porch,
As they watch their sun fade,
Smiling at the world they’ve made,
As we wonder what will become of our burden,
Will we be able to protect the flowers in our garden?
Will we do our father’s proud?
Or will we succumb to the thickening crowd?
Cuz I can’t see an answer to the riddle,
There’s our past and there’s our future and we’re stuck in the middle,
So we’ll have to build bridges,
Despite the dark and jagged ridges,
We’ll build bridges to the future,
Maybe we’ll be the ones to find the cure,
The old are handing us the keys,
The oaks drop seeds; could they become trees?
I don’t know where we go from here,
But it seems we’ve missed our ship and are just sitting on the pier,
So the new takes the place of the old,
But the black seems to be consuming the gold,
Were we meant to live and constantly fret?
Is this our ominous kismet...?
For now....Peace be with you too Favre...the sun sets, will it come back up?
Psalmer
Saturday, December 31, 2005
"Till the World Caves In..."
Changing of the Guard
I sit on the brink,
The sun has set on this year amidst promising pink,
And now the year is ending,
Abba, my life you are slowly mending,
Before it ends,
I want to thank you for all the unforeseen twists and bends,
I sit on the brink,
I wait for the year to finally sink,
You have guided my path,
Without you I couldn’t do even the simplest spiritual math,
Hallelujah to my king,
I soar under your healing wing,
I sit on the brink,
Watching the old and new link,
The changing of the guard,
Is happening right now in my yard,
The beginning of all that is new,
Father, I thank you for my friends in the pew,
I sit on the brink,
My savior looks back and pauses for a wink,
I know with him I’ll be fine,
I’m gonna let this light shine,
I know I’ll make some mistakes along the way,
But that’s why I’ve gotta tell others of what he came here to say,
So I sit on the brink,
I sit on the brink,
On the brink...
I sit on the brink,
The sun has set on this year amidst promising pink,
And now the year is ending,
Abba, my life you are slowly mending,
Before it ends,
I want to thank you for all the unforeseen twists and bends,
I sit on the brink,
I wait for the year to finally sink,
You have guided my path,
Without you I couldn’t do even the simplest spiritual math,
Hallelujah to my king,
I soar under your healing wing,
I sit on the brink,
Watching the old and new link,
The changing of the guard,
Is happening right now in my yard,
The beginning of all that is new,
Father, I thank you for my friends in the pew,
I sit on the brink,
My savior looks back and pauses for a wink,
I know with him I’ll be fine,
I’m gonna let this light shine,
I know I’ll make some mistakes along the way,
But that’s why I’ve gotta tell others of what he came here to say,
So I sit on the brink,
I sit on the brink,
On the brink...
Friday, December 16, 2005
Lifeboat
I’m a hopeless wretch
My life’s story in front of me you etch
I’m a dirty imperfection
You show me my potential reflection
Despite your love I still lust
I spit in your loving face- and sometimes cussed
I constantly turn my back on the life tree
Yet “Faithful!” you decree
I don’t deserve this Lord
That is why I’m playing this psalm on my chord
Hallelujah to the Lamb
He is my protecting dam
Hallelujah to my king
Soon it will be spring
For your love
Falls from above
So I thank you
For without the raft I’d be drowning in blue....
My life’s story in front of me you etch
I’m a dirty imperfection
You show me my potential reflection
Despite your love I still lust
I spit in your loving face- and sometimes cussed
I constantly turn my back on the life tree
Yet “Faithful!” you decree
I don’t deserve this Lord
That is why I’m playing this psalm on my chord
Hallelujah to the Lamb
He is my protecting dam
Hallelujah to my king
Soon it will be spring
For your love
Falls from above
So I thank you
For without the raft I’d be drowning in blue....
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Myth Trap
A little winged devil flies through the heavens
His wicked bow and arrow pierce the hearts of the fickle
The cherubic demon does not give us a chance for sevens
He makes us lust after buety; causing our mouths to trickle
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan
Yea, he causes the best of us to want matin’
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan
He grips our hearts and sets out for taintin’
He makes us reach for those that are out of our reach
He pulls his bow back and catches us unguarded; sleepin’ on the beach
His arrow pierces our eyes
This minion of Satan just feeds us lies
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan
Yea, he makes us fall in love with those that have all the hatin’
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan,
And I’m tired for all this sitting around and waitin’...
His wicked bow and arrow pierce the hearts of the fickle
The cherubic demon does not give us a chance for sevens
He makes us lust after buety; causing our mouths to trickle
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan
Yea, he causes the best of us to want matin’
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan
He grips our hearts and sets out for taintin’
He makes us reach for those that are out of our reach
He pulls his bow back and catches us unguarded; sleepin’ on the beach
His arrow pierces our eyes
This minion of Satan just feeds us lies
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan
Yea, he makes us fall in love with those that have all the hatin’
Yea, Cupid’s the spawn of Satan,
And I’m tired for all this sitting around and waitin’...
Monday, December 12, 2005
YuleFork
I still stand on the threshold
Not quite where I wish
Part of me wants to fold
Will I ever be able to hook a fish?
I’ve been working for years
Blisters cover my weary hands
All I get from my peers is their cold shoulders and rears
I am sick and tired of trudging through the same sands!
I’m lost in this cold world of technology
I wish I could just be a lone hermit
There has to be more to life than memorizing useless chronology
I feel like a puppet; a manipulated Kermit!
I don’t see the point in these enclosing bars
The path that lies before me already seems to be cement
All I want to do is live by myself and write on Mars
All these sums and formulas just seem to add to my detriment!
I’ve come to another fork in my road
I don’t know which way is right
I feel I’m carrying too heavy a load
The light at the end of my tunnel seems to be out of sight!
I fear I cannot go ahead
I pray for guidance
My energy seems to be drained and dead
All I hear is silence...
Not quite where I wish
Part of me wants to fold
Will I ever be able to hook a fish?
I’ve been working for years
Blisters cover my weary hands
All I get from my peers is their cold shoulders and rears
I am sick and tired of trudging through the same sands!
I’m lost in this cold world of technology
I wish I could just be a lone hermit
There has to be more to life than memorizing useless chronology
I feel like a puppet; a manipulated Kermit!
I don’t see the point in these enclosing bars
The path that lies before me already seems to be cement
All I want to do is live by myself and write on Mars
All these sums and formulas just seem to add to my detriment!
I’ve come to another fork in my road
I don’t know which way is right
I feel I’m carrying too heavy a load
The light at the end of my tunnel seems to be out of sight!
I fear I cannot go ahead
I pray for guidance
My energy seems to be drained and dead
All I hear is silence...
Friday, December 09, 2005
Soul Salesman
Dear Brothers,
So I suddenly got this idea when my aide at home (she's really cool) was on the phone to her granddaughter....and her granddaughter told her to call her back...and my aide said no because she had no more minutes on her cell phone. But her granddaughter said, but I'm your granddaughter! My aide replied: "I wouldn't give a kitty if you were Jesus, if you wanna talk to me call me yourself" Much to my amusemant. So that got me thinkin'....
Psalmer
Soul Salesman- An Exposition
“Hello, Daniel White speaking, who is this?”
“Hello, Daniel, This is Jesus.”
“Wha-um….I think you have the wrong number.”
“No…no…this is the right number.”
“Are you selling something?”
“Well…in a way…yeah.”
“Dude, you are starting to creep me out!”
“I know…I know…I just have a message for you.”
“I’ll call the cops!…I can track your phone line!”
“Oh…. (warm chuckles crackle across the phone line) I don’t think they’ll be able to track this phone line…unless they had a key to get to my pad…. and Pete still has it with him up here; at least he did last night at the football game. Those angels always have an advantage over the dead people. I think we should institute some sort of rule about blinding lights…”
“You’re an absolute lunatic!”
“That was the popular theory when I was down there too.”
“I’ll hang-“
“Have patience, young man, patience. I just wanted to tell you that everything is going to be fine. My father is in control of everything…just don’t open the door. Lucifer is prowling around your apartment building. Do not invite him inside. Looks can be deceiving; he may be cleanly looking on the outside-
“Click-(a recorded woman’s voice) “Please hang up and try your call again”
“Why does nobody ever take heed to what I say the FIRST time? (Sigh) Daniel wake up!”
Daniel woke to a pounding at his front door. He must have fallen asleep again while writing his term paper. Suddenly, his dream flooded back to him, just as clear as it would have been in reality. Perhaps it was reality…Dan shook his head from sleep, trying to gain control of his overactive imagination. The doorbell now sounded, an almost agitated and impatient tone to its usually melodic greeting.
Something told Dan not to move though, as he remembered the warning through the phone in his dream. He attempted to move, but his brain was telling him to stay where he was. The knocking died away, and the doorbell ceased abruptly. Daniel turned to the Bible that his Mother had left him the night before. Just one look wouldn’t hurt…
So I suddenly got this idea when my aide at home (she's really cool) was on the phone to her granddaughter....and her granddaughter told her to call her back...and my aide said no because she had no more minutes on her cell phone. But her granddaughter said, but I'm your granddaughter! My aide replied: "I wouldn't give a kitty if you were Jesus, if you wanna talk to me call me yourself" Much to my amusemant. So that got me thinkin'....
Psalmer
Soul Salesman- An Exposition
“Hello, Daniel White speaking, who is this?”
“Hello, Daniel, This is Jesus.”
“Wha-um….I think you have the wrong number.”
“No…no…this is the right number.”
“Are you selling something?”
“Well…in a way…yeah.”
“Dude, you are starting to creep me out!”
“I know…I know…I just have a message for you.”
“I’ll call the cops!…I can track your phone line!”
“Oh…. (warm chuckles crackle across the phone line) I don’t think they’ll be able to track this phone line…unless they had a key to get to my pad…. and Pete still has it with him up here; at least he did last night at the football game. Those angels always have an advantage over the dead people. I think we should institute some sort of rule about blinding lights…”
“You’re an absolute lunatic!”
“That was the popular theory when I was down there too.”
“I’ll hang-“
“Have patience, young man, patience. I just wanted to tell you that everything is going to be fine. My father is in control of everything…just don’t open the door. Lucifer is prowling around your apartment building. Do not invite him inside. Looks can be deceiving; he may be cleanly looking on the outside-
“Click-(a recorded woman’s voice) “Please hang up and try your call again”
“Why does nobody ever take heed to what I say the FIRST time? (Sigh) Daniel wake up!”
Daniel woke to a pounding at his front door. He must have fallen asleep again while writing his term paper. Suddenly, his dream flooded back to him, just as clear as it would have been in reality. Perhaps it was reality…Dan shook his head from sleep, trying to gain control of his overactive imagination. The doorbell now sounded, an almost agitated and impatient tone to its usually melodic greeting.
Something told Dan not to move though, as he remembered the warning through the phone in his dream. He attempted to move, but his brain was telling him to stay where he was. The knocking died away, and the doorbell ceased abruptly. Daniel turned to the Bible that his Mother had left him the night before. Just one look wouldn’t hurt…
Thursday, December 08, 2005
White Day
Will it snow on this night?
Will we wake up to a world of white?
Will the cruel institutions be shut down?
Will freedom ring through this barren town?
The answer my friend is coming,
The answer my friend, will be numbing,
Will the light shine like a blanket?
Will joy fill the Earth like it’s wet?
Will we be free of our restraints?
Will we be free of the mold big brother paints?
The choir of change is humming,
The drums my friend are thrumming,
It’s time for you to change the course of history,
It’s time for you to unravel tomorrow’s mystery,
Life’s more than laboratories and textbooks,
Life’s more than partying and pretty looks,
And you are more than they say,
So will tomorrow be your White Day…
Will we wake up to a world of white?
Will the cruel institutions be shut down?
Will freedom ring through this barren town?
The answer my friend is coming,
The answer my friend, will be numbing,
Will the light shine like a blanket?
Will joy fill the Earth like it’s wet?
Will we be free of our restraints?
Will we be free of the mold big brother paints?
The choir of change is humming,
The drums my friend are thrumming,
It’s time for you to change the course of history,
It’s time for you to unravel tomorrow’s mystery,
Life’s more than laboratories and textbooks,
Life’s more than partying and pretty looks,
And you are more than they say,
So will tomorrow be your White Day…
A Blue Fork Pierces a White Road
Brothers,
On Tuesday night this week, I was talking to Gary (our chieftan) at Tribe, and he was saying how God was telling him how something big is about to happen, and how the times are changing. Well, God has been showing me that too. Especially after Gary said we are on the verge. I know Christ said "the kingdom of heaven is at hand", but I feel that this has always been true (at least after he was born), but I can tell we are "Livin' on the Edge!" as Aerosmith puts it.
This week I got a test back for Math...and HALLELUJAH...I PASSED A MATH TEST FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS YEAR! Kind of pathetic...I am aware....but none the less..I did. So that's one thing that is changed from previously. I also had a freind over at my house for the first time in like three years...he's awesome...check out his blog:
http://beginningsofagoodworld.blogspot.com/
btw, Cliff, he's jewish (his foster parents are anyway) :) And he keeps on Iming me through this post....and it's awesome...I haven't talked to someone my age for this long a time...and have meaningful conversations before...and he's only a freshman...hahaha....sucks for him...ok now i must mock him.............ok..mocking over. :) God's showing me stuff again..his name on that is Golden Phoenix...and thats what his email has been for like the longest time he says it signifies: "to me, a phoenix represents me, i can get hit down, and come back up anew, and the golden part, not to be egotistical, is me being a gentlemen, and hopefully good at heart". But whoa....Abba, you are cool...Phoenix...Phoenix...Golden Phoenix...Phoenix Beacon....whoa....fire.....revolution...redemption.
There is something very ethereal about that. We'll see what God does there....alas I digress..back to other new stuff....new headphones Ian (Golden Phoenix) gave me....um...o yeah....
So I was at the Christian group at my school today and we were doin' our worship thang....and I just started singing..cuz I was happy (just before God told me to push my manual chair down the school hallway by myself...just to exercise my arms...and my arms were slightly sore after it..but I feel so invigorated by the experience..that I'm gonna do it again...and again...and again) Yeah, so anyway, I was praising the Lord in this group (B.A.S.I.C. Brothers and Sisters in Christ) and I just began to sing my heart out....(very badly, despite the presence of females in the room) and I just praised him more..cuz even a month..and definetly a year ago...I would have been too self concious...especially with the ladies...to sing in front of them (with them..they have beutiful voices...btw...;))...but now my God has given me strength and faith to praise him in the temples and streets...that now I will sing of him throughout all the Schools, Parks, Streets, Sidewalks, Garages, Coffee Houses, Pizzareas, Concerts, Podiums, Benches, lamposts....o...yeah....another thing to praise my lord for....Narnia.....THANK YOU LORD....yeah....lost my thread there...but my God is so great....and I praise him....for through him...I am ALREADY HEALED...SO DANKE ABBA...(see now I'm speaking in tounges...lol....jpjp...maybe one day though) And today I also found out that many of my evangelical poems are gonna come out in the Literary Magazine on Monday or Tuesday....and people will finally be able to see Jeshua workin' through me via poetry and a story (all on my blog already) but, just another thing to thank my lord for. And also for my freinds that are just suddenly popping up EVERYWHERE....AND IT IS SO COOL...AND I THANK GOD...Anyway.....
These are all my freinds on blogger:
http://themythod.blogspot.com/ (Gregory- the olive oil emperor :))
http://forrestfire.blogspot.com/ (Cliff- the piercing hobbit)
http://beginningsofagoodworld.blogspot.com/ (Ian- biggest Breaking Benjamin fan I know :))
http://platoreborn.blogspot.com/ (Tasso- the Greek philosophical dude)
God Bless
Psalmer
On Tuesday night this week, I was talking to Gary (our chieftan) at Tribe, and he was saying how God was telling him how something big is about to happen, and how the times are changing. Well, God has been showing me that too. Especially after Gary said we are on the verge. I know Christ said "the kingdom of heaven is at hand", but I feel that this has always been true (at least after he was born), but I can tell we are "Livin' on the Edge!" as Aerosmith puts it.
This week I got a test back for Math...and HALLELUJAH...I PASSED A MATH TEST FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS YEAR! Kind of pathetic...I am aware....but none the less..I did. So that's one thing that is changed from previously. I also had a freind over at my house for the first time in like three years...he's awesome...check out his blog:
http://beginningsofagoodworld.blogspot.com/
btw, Cliff, he's jewish (his foster parents are anyway) :) And he keeps on Iming me through this post....and it's awesome...I haven't talked to someone my age for this long a time...and have meaningful conversations before...and he's only a freshman...hahaha....sucks for him...ok now i must mock him.............ok..mocking over. :) God's showing me stuff again..his name on that is Golden Phoenix...and thats what his email has been for like the longest time he says it signifies: "to me, a phoenix represents me, i can get hit down, and come back up anew, and the golden part, not to be egotistical, is me being a gentlemen, and hopefully good at heart". But whoa....Abba, you are cool...Phoenix...Phoenix...Golden Phoenix...Phoenix Beacon....whoa....fire.....revolution...redemption.
There is something very ethereal about that. We'll see what God does there....alas I digress..back to other new stuff....new headphones Ian (Golden Phoenix) gave me....um...o yeah....
So I was at the Christian group at my school today and we were doin' our worship thang....and I just started singing..cuz I was happy (just before God told me to push my manual chair down the school hallway by myself...just to exercise my arms...and my arms were slightly sore after it..but I feel so invigorated by the experience..that I'm gonna do it again...and again...and again) Yeah, so anyway, I was praising the Lord in this group (B.A.S.I.C. Brothers and Sisters in Christ) and I just began to sing my heart out....(very badly, despite the presence of females in the room) and I just praised him more..cuz even a month..and definetly a year ago...I would have been too self concious...especially with the ladies...to sing in front of them (with them..they have beutiful voices...btw...;))...but now my God has given me strength and faith to praise him in the temples and streets...that now I will sing of him throughout all the Schools, Parks, Streets, Sidewalks, Garages, Coffee Houses, Pizzareas, Concerts, Podiums, Benches, lamposts....o...yeah....another thing to praise my lord for....Narnia.....THANK YOU LORD....yeah....lost my thread there...but my God is so great....and I praise him....for through him...I am ALREADY HEALED...SO DANKE ABBA...(see now I'm speaking in tounges...lol....jpjp...maybe one day though) And today I also found out that many of my evangelical poems are gonna come out in the Literary Magazine on Monday or Tuesday....and people will finally be able to see Jeshua workin' through me via poetry and a story (all on my blog already) but, just another thing to thank my lord for. And also for my freinds that are just suddenly popping up EVERYWHERE....AND IT IS SO COOL...AND I THANK GOD...Anyway.....
These are all my freinds on blogger:
http://themythod.blogspot.com/ (Gregory- the olive oil emperor :))
http://forrestfire.blogspot.com/ (Cliff- the piercing hobbit)
http://beginningsofagoodworld.blogspot.com/ (Ian- biggest Breaking Benjamin fan I know :))
http://platoreborn.blogspot.com/ (Tasso- the Greek philosophical dude)
God Bless
Psalmer
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Dork Ballad
I see them all the time,
As they walk by me without a glance,
I look for even the slightest romantic sign,
But I soon realized they were all in a trance,
In a trance,
In a trance,
In a trance,
Let them march to their own tune,
Their reign will be over soon,
But still their tyranny lasts,
The older ones say it will be better on the other side,
Though all I hear is the sound of canon blasts,
Canon blasts,
Canon blasts,
Canon blasts,
So let them march to their hypnotic drums,
While we pick up the leftover crumbs,
I don’t care anymore,
Before too long I’ll be off this floor,
Now I may be a loner,
But they’d have one if I become a moaner,
A moaner,
A moaner,
A moaner,
So let them march to their dooms,
We’ll be waiting to heal them in the Emergency rooms,
For now we will wait,
Until just before it is too late,
And we will be the ones to save the human race,
But for now; it’s slow and steady; and that’s our pace
Pace
Pace
Pace….
As they walk by me without a glance,
I look for even the slightest romantic sign,
But I soon realized they were all in a trance,
In a trance,
In a trance,
In a trance,
Let them march to their own tune,
Their reign will be over soon,
But still their tyranny lasts,
The older ones say it will be better on the other side,
Though all I hear is the sound of canon blasts,
Canon blasts,
Canon blasts,
Canon blasts,
So let them march to their hypnotic drums,
While we pick up the leftover crumbs,
I don’t care anymore,
Before too long I’ll be off this floor,
Now I may be a loner,
But they’d have one if I become a moaner,
A moaner,
A moaner,
A moaner,
So let them march to their dooms,
We’ll be waiting to heal them in the Emergency rooms,
For now we will wait,
Until just before it is too late,
And we will be the ones to save the human race,
But for now; it’s slow and steady; and that’s our pace
Pace
Pace
Pace….
Turkish Delight
Lord, I want to praise
Lord, I don’t want to be caught up in the Turkish delight craze,
So I sing your name on high,
Because of you; my spirit soars high,
God, for you I do sing,
For God, you are the once and future king,
No one can take your place,
You help me at my own pace,
You love me even when I sin,
You settle my mind’s restless din,
God, for you I do sing,
For God, you are the once and future king
When I want that seductive delight,
You keep your glory within my sight,
And I play on my harp painted with blue dye,
Adonai, Adonai, Adonai, Adonai,
God, for you I do sing,
For God, you are my once and future king…
Lord, I don’t want to be caught up in the Turkish delight craze,
So I sing your name on high,
Because of you; my spirit soars high,
God, for you I do sing,
For God, you are the once and future king,
No one can take your place,
You help me at my own pace,
You love me even when I sin,
You settle my mind’s restless din,
God, for you I do sing,
For God, you are the once and future king
When I want that seductive delight,
You keep your glory within my sight,
And I play on my harp painted with blue dye,
Adonai, Adonai, Adonai, Adonai,
God, for you I do sing,
For God, you are my once and future king…
The Fishing King
Many men search for an answer
An answer to all their suffering
An ending to all their sickness
But few have found this Grail
Like the king of old Corbenic
Who was wounded in battle
And became bitter in old age
While his kingdom fell into
Darkness and obscurity
All of us strive to find
An end to all our cruel humanity
An end to all our endless wars
But we find that we are chasing
Ghosts; that seem to mock us
The truth of the matter is
The answer is right in front of us
We don’t have to go anywhere
To find the Holy Grail
Knights in all the land
May come to “heal” us
But like in the tales of old
They all fail in the end
What we must do
Is look inside our
Souls and find the truth
He is in everything we do
He is the very thing that keeps us going
He is the very thing that makes being a Human
Such an awesome responsibility
He is Love
And love is the great healer
Like gallant Galahad in the stories
Love comes to our broken wastelands
And makes us smile
And heals our broken hearts
As we head out the door to tell the truth of the Grail…
An answer to all their suffering
An ending to all their sickness
But few have found this Grail
Like the king of old Corbenic
Who was wounded in battle
And became bitter in old age
While his kingdom fell into
Darkness and obscurity
All of us strive to find
An end to all our cruel humanity
An end to all our endless wars
But we find that we are chasing
Ghosts; that seem to mock us
The truth of the matter is
The answer is right in front of us
We don’t have to go anywhere
To find the Holy Grail
Knights in all the land
May come to “heal” us
But like in the tales of old
They all fail in the end
What we must do
Is look inside our
Souls and find the truth
He is in everything we do
He is the very thing that keeps us going
He is the very thing that makes being a Human
Such an awesome responsibility
He is Love
And love is the great healer
Like gallant Galahad in the stories
Love comes to our broken wastelands
And makes us smile
And heals our broken hearts
As we head out the door to tell the truth of the Grail…
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Wisdom of Mama Gump
Dear Peeps,
This used to be on the header to this blog, but I didn't want it anymore on the header. However, I still wanted to post it...so I did:
Life really is like a box of chocolates. Sometimes it can be bitter, sometimes it can be sweet. Sometimes it looks sweet on the outside, but it turns out bitter. Sometimes it just plain tastes bad. Sometimes you want to savor its taste melting in your mouth. Sometimes you can waste it so quickly that its gone before you know it. Sometimes you just gotta enjoy what kind of box was given to you. But most of all, I love chocolate. :)
Psalmer
This used to be on the header to this blog, but I didn't want it anymore on the header. However, I still wanted to post it...so I did:
Life really is like a box of chocolates. Sometimes it can be bitter, sometimes it can be sweet. Sometimes it looks sweet on the outside, but it turns out bitter. Sometimes it just plain tastes bad. Sometimes you want to savor its taste melting in your mouth. Sometimes you can waste it so quickly that its gone before you know it. Sometimes you just gotta enjoy what kind of box was given to you. But most of all, I love chocolate. :)
Psalmer
Thursday, December 01, 2005
The Gospel of Pimp
We’ve been tricked,
The world is just a lie,
She shoves sex down our throats constantly,
She tells us we must have all the girls that playboy picked
But that is the world’s way to be content,
And that only leads to death,
The people that follow that path end up with emptiness inside,
Their lives get washed up and do not even bother to repent
You go around this world and know there’s gotta be something more,
We weren’t put on this Earth just by accident,
We aren’t just a bunch of random objects in space constantly colliding with one another,
But you don’t really face the truth until you have tripped and fallen on the floor
When someone above this Earth puts you back on your feet,
And you know that he loves you more than a poem could convey,
You can finally put a smile on your face,
You begin to march to another drummer’s beat
I don’t pretend to be a man with the most power in the land,
Nor do I have any riches to show off,
I have no maidens to console me,
But I do know the touch of an angelic hand
Things of this world do not matter,
You do not need women to be a true pimp,
Beauty is fleeting,
And money just makes our greed even fatter
So now I am a disciple of the truest Gospel,
And the worth of a man is not by his wealth,
But a true pimp is in his perception,
He is happy in what his God has given him and rejoices for his life has been full.
The world is just a lie,
She shoves sex down our throats constantly,
She tells us we must have all the girls that playboy picked
But that is the world’s way to be content,
And that only leads to death,
The people that follow that path end up with emptiness inside,
Their lives get washed up and do not even bother to repent
You go around this world and know there’s gotta be something more,
We weren’t put on this Earth just by accident,
We aren’t just a bunch of random objects in space constantly colliding with one another,
But you don’t really face the truth until you have tripped and fallen on the floor
When someone above this Earth puts you back on your feet,
And you know that he loves you more than a poem could convey,
You can finally put a smile on your face,
You begin to march to another drummer’s beat
I don’t pretend to be a man with the most power in the land,
Nor do I have any riches to show off,
I have no maidens to console me,
But I do know the touch of an angelic hand
Things of this world do not matter,
You do not need women to be a true pimp,
Beauty is fleeting,
And money just makes our greed even fatter
So now I am a disciple of the truest Gospel,
And the worth of a man is not by his wealth,
But a true pimp is in his perception,
He is happy in what his God has given him and rejoices for his life has been full.
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