05.25.08

Welcome.

But do we all make it?

We're all supposed to grow up,

At least that's what expected and told.

From childhood to adulthood to death

We're riding that horse at a gallop.

It's a once in a lifetime ride for all.

Ev'ry single day we will trip and fall.

Do we learn from our 'falls'... mistakes?

Or do we say we do, but it's all fake?

Sometimes we find ourselves in a rut.

We try to dig ourselves out but

We end up less and less temperate.

No limits or bounds; a lose cannon we become

Because "hey, we're only human."

No more excuses, everyone.

Own up to who you are today and try to become

The woman or man God created you to be.

We're all unique and are gifted specially.

I hope you all see what I see.

I hope you understand it clearly.

Grow up, that's my advice.

Rely only on Christ.

It will suffice.

Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm

O' Joy

An Urge

I am itching to write something.

I haven't in a while (it feels like).

But I guess I don't really have anything to say.

While in the city, we saw entertaining sights.

Some dikes (an interesting couple at that & I HATE that word, sorry)

Loads of people on bikes.

A man prepared to hike... the Alps (no joke, he had it all including the poles)

A belligerent drunk fool whose name might've been Mike?

He struggled and tried to fight 

the taxi man & friends. It was an amusing sight.

Mike couldn't even stand on his own in the stinken day light.

"Go Cubbies!" were his only words. 

Most of what I saw I did like....

I was reminded of how we are all so "un-godlike."

in our flesh, we are very doglike... am I making sense?

In my head it makes perfect sense.

There are many things I like and dislike.

Too often my thoughts get condensed

and then no one can understand; I become dense. 

Blaldkjfakldfjalsdfja... I'm rambling.

This is dumb.

The End.

Dreary

I want these cloudy days to go far far away.

Lincoln Park

When Will You Come Home

I made my way to the shores.

It was a perfect day.

I waited, but what for?

I looked across the bay.

Everything blossoming.

It really was a perfect day.

Sprinkle of colour splashed 

against a clouded sky.

A few old ladies said hi,

and wondered how I got so high.

Still. I sat there alone.

Waiting... but what for?

Why Won't You Die?!

They cause you to itch

and they cause you to ache.

Some may cause you to twitch.

They may keep you awake,

maybe till daybreak!

They cause earaches,

Or they make you shiver and quake.

Someone once told me

that they inhabit our lake.

That caused heartache.

I was more afraid of them than snakes.

They are no keepsake.

They cause terrible outbreaks.

I'm not sure what to make

of these things that crawl through our skin.

How I am STILL so afraid of germs...

The Midwest

Today.

Roads lead to many places... even to you.

The Midwestern Man.

They Are Quite Opposites

Do you ever think about your body?

It's completely disconnected from your soul.

Sometimes I just step outside of myself

and wonder and stare at the person I see below.

It's just a body... skin, hair, eyes, nose...

Another being living and breathing and talking and seeing.

It's weird to think that I live inside of that shell.

There's nothing special or unique or profound about it.

It's just a body... and holding place for now.

It has so many different desires than my own soul.

It desires the lusts.. the temporal things of this world,

but my soul thirsts for something... someone... bigger than all of this.   

My body will fade sooner or later.

It will grow old (or maybe not)... but needless to say,

It will cease to be, and my soul will continue for forever more.

Forever... forever.... forever...

Can you grasp that? I cannot.

Hmmmm.... .....

On a simpler note:

The two are kind of like salt and pepper.

On some things, they're a great mix of flavor,

but on other things, i prefer one and not the other.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Things I Notice and I See

Nonsense is on every face.
The world keeps running at its own pace.
People stop and people stare.
Impressions built by what you wear.
We're all guilty of this 'theme.'
It flows through our bloodstream.
Images, music, sounds, and smells,
they drive our mind, we can't repel. 
Tomorrow could be just another day...
Instead, die to self and live for Yahweh.

She's Come Back To Me

And So History Repeats Itself

Once upon a time, all things were lovely.

Lovers met and spoke plainly.

Affection was pure and open,

Nothing hidden, disclosed from anyone.

Hah, or so we deceive ourselves into believing...

Or... Once upon a time, she was confused.

Others tried to warn her; she ended up misused.

He poisoned her with his charm,

She never thought he'd do her harm.

He bought his way to her heart,

Along with that foreign accent

Or at least that was a start.

Unexperienced and untainted by the world of men,

He introduced her to it again and again.

She savored each and every lie

Because everything tastes, feels,

And seems delicious in July.

She ignored every single red flare,

And ended up talking to the air.

All she got back was something damaged and ugly.

Who would ever want the random pieces left over?

Pieces that once belonged to that bloke, unfortunately.

Afraid to show her emotions, she wept

Late at night while the others slept.

Feeling sorry for herself,

Wondering why she gave up herself,

Wanting terribly to be herself,

Wishing others didn't see herself

as someone gone to waste.

She got lost somewhere in between.

Do you know what I mean?

Over and over I repeat, sometimes with strife,

"Watch over your heart with all diligence,

For from it flow the springs of life."

Once upon a time... Once upon many times.

It's More Than Some Think

"The thing about rock'n'roll is that, for me anyway, it wasn't enough...There were great catch-phrases and driving pulse rhythms...but the songs weren't serious or didn't reflect life in a realistic way. I knew that when I got into folk music, it was more of a serious type of thing. The songs are filled with more despair, more sadness, more triumph, more faith in the supernatural, much deeper feelings."

E.R.

I'm ready to change
I'm wanting to grow
I'm ready to be changed
I will follow
I'm done being stagnant
I surrender my heart
in complete revance
God, tear me apart

Fighting A Lost Battle

What's the point in fighting what we're feeling?

We both know we'll never win.

Ain't this what we're missing?

Let's just stop all this resisting and give in.

Slowly Drowning

Holy smokes.

It's out of control.

Papers and fabrics

consume my floor!

Sheets of music,

little notes,

Too much traffic,

My mind is exploding

with all this business

I cannot express.

Organization

and 

Procrastination...

They don't mix.

I should've stuck,

to the rubrics.

It's too late 

my dear Kate

to try to change,

or even improve,

something that is so deranged.  

I

Am

Doomed

. 

Surreal

I met her once

it was brief.

She told me about

her life, her grief.

She warned me of

a dangerous path.

Told me to take heed

from this, this and that.

The details are fuzzy.

I wish I paid more attention.

Sometimes these things are just too murky.

So

There I sat,

dumbfounded,

confused.

I think that she was only amused.

She was old and fatigued,

ready to be deceased.

Didn't know what else to do...

So I posed a question,

it was jolting, if you ask me.

"Have you decided what colour

you'd like your coffin to be?"

She laughed, I sighed

and then we both cried.

Dreams are weird.

They don't make sense.

Once I grew a beard.

It was pretty intense.

Thank goodness it wasn't real,

Hah, that would've been quite an ordeal.

The Bare Necessities

My life is full of junk I don't need.

Time to think about the necessities...  

A passion for Christ;

Some water, no ice;

Enough food to get by;

Family; true love; and a little shuteye. 

I think this list is perfect!

Wait. Stop. Did I miss anything?

Tell me please, what's your verdict?

The end.

....time....long nights....

Tired mind.

Endless thoughts.

I can't sleep.

So distraught.

......... ...... .

Can't get over

this or that.

Keep replaying

every chat.

How did we get

from here to there?

I miss the moon,

and your longhair.

..... .....

What time is it?

It's getting light.

The moon has gone.

It was just midnight.

Time keeps slipping

from my hands.

This keeps ending,

again and again.

... ....    .......... .

A song? O yes, I hum along...

"somedays I love you,

somedays I don't.

but when I love you,

you're all I want."

I need sleep

to clear my head.

I can't sleep 

in this empty bed.

. .. ... ....

You see, I miss this friend

More than any boyfriend.

Things I would say,

if I may?

"Forgive me for:

my silly games,

my indecisiveness,

for my shame,

also for when

I called you dumb names.

Once again,

you've won in this game.

You've got my heart.

But who is to blame?"

And there I go,

I just keep rambling. 

.... ..... ...... 

No, this is not a game.

A spark can explode

into a great flame.

.. ....

Sleep, where are you?

Come to me, please!

My thoughts are endless.

Sleep, give me peace.

A Mess

Blisters on my tips,

Screwed up hips,

Scar on my lip.

Broken friendships...

My throat is sore.

I'm such a bore...

better than being a whore.

Sleeping feels like a chore.

Everything hurts galore. 

I shouldn't complain,

or be so inhumane. 

Sometimes all I can feel is disdain.

It drives me insane. 

My life is one big bloodstain.