December 2010
30 posts
Watchmade my day
Dust Poem
The dust floats unsettled, gliding with the breeze, and fluttering in the gusts, helpless and misguided the dust thrashes about constantly caught up in the twists and turns, ups and downs of it’s daily existence, but a presence draws near, hand out-stretched, eagerly reaching to catch and tenderly hold close the seemingly insignificant dust, as the hand closes around the particles and lifts...
Psalm 71
“And an utterly unknown quality in God cannot give us moral grounds for loving or...”
– C.S. Lewis
“And an utterly unknown quality in God cannot give us moral grounds for loving or...”
– C.S. Lewis
Weakness of our bodies Can’t make us climb...
decoder - conflicts
So calm is the wake from a dream Returning to the world feels strange Did I sleep? Or am I still sleeping? Memories of the world are drawn together In mediums That these eyes have not seen Put me under there is nothing left When will I sleep my eyes are so heavy Why have I woken? Put me under there’s nothing left When will I sleep or am I still dreaming? So sick is the plague of the world....
A night experience (rough but w/e)
I once stood on a hill, I was worn tired and cold, I stood not alone, beyond the clear sky, i stared far above the earth, deep into the vacuum that we call space, my broken heart yearned for a touch, my brokenness was beyond me the struggles had broken me down, but still hope shown in those stars that night, and so I stood, I waited for streaks and flashes to pierce the sky, a delightful warm...
Listen
I faced your world,
I tore you down to believe,
that I did nothing for you,
and you mean nothing to me,
This is all too familiar,
and I am to blame for the waste you call life.
So now that I’m nothing,
What made you believe that you meant something to me?
When will you let this go?
We’re not the same that we were before,
but after all this time,
I was the one that you relied on
I...
Teacher, do You care that we perish? Awake from...
Poem of a day
It seems as though each day is a new millennia, having it’s own celebrated sloppy birth, to an adventurous existence of riding each of life’s waves that is thrown at it from subtle beginning, rapid drawing, continuous powerful building, its frightening crescendo, to the crashing fall, and into the bubbly rolling end, each day holding a different looking looming ocean of events, and...
As Cities Burn - Into The Sea
And it’s alright, it’s alright And it’s alright, it’s alright Everybody is a failure in this light And it’s okay, it’s okay And it’s okay, it’s okay Underneath it nobody’s back is straight And I tried to stop it when I saw your posture start to bend But honey it was not mine to lift Go throw yourself into the sea Go throw yourself into Throw...
Holding Onto Hope: We are in the final week of... →
holdingontohope:
Welp folks, we have SIX DAYS left to raise the funds for our record. We have already been incredibly blessed to have 79 backers and have raised a total of $3,317 so far! In order to make this album happen we need to raise exactly $4,683. Here is something crazy to think about.
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Snake that bites
Painful death
Reaching through my...
