they were caught in this vat

there was one way out

the way was narrow

not like a spout

few searched earnestly

for the way out

many content just "to be"

living a life of complete drought

dying daily, only for self

living with mountainous doubt

i wanted so very badly

to scream and to shout

to point them to

the Narrow Way out.

The Bare Necessities

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.

To cause to be influenced or controlled

as by an idea or emotion

chiefly concerned with one's own interest

especially to the total exclusion of the interests of others

To decline from a state of norMality, excellence, or prosperity; deteriorate

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.

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To decay morally

Selfish-Obsession

Viking God

Start 'em Young

world's best date

10.24.09

Campfires always equal goodtimes

Southern Comfort

Demonic Dog

Our Baby Girl

Really?!

act, love, walk with your God

With what shall I come before the LORD and bow down before the exalted God? Shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves a year old? Will the LORD be pleased with thousands of rams, with ten thousand rivers of oil? Shall I offer my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul? He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.  - Micah 6:6-8

Joyseph and I Want to Go...

We've never been

So Great

fingers dripping with unspeakable words

expression seeping from the tip of a stick

a mouth that utters more or less than birds

tries to find rest amongst the chaos created on a canvas 

'flambe'

Depressing Music

Ready... Go

ear muffs are the way to her heart... and guns... and tank tops.

They're Southern Sweetness to my Soul

sweet 'n sassy

johnny burns and the stealthy kelly

don't be fooled by their looks

the zoo

ah-men

zee famalia

one-hundred-and-three

if i live to one-hundred-and-three

i hope that i've sailed the mediterranean sea

and absorbed a healthy amount of vitamin d

maybe i will have more than one academic degree

that all revolve around painting, drawing, singing, and pottery

i hope that i lived in the capital of tennessee temporarily,

and grew a beautiful avocado tree 

and drank unglody amounts of norwegian tea

i hope that my 17 children visit me 

even though i'm senile and mostly crazy

i hope that my man still loves me

even though i'm wrinkled and scary

i hope my dentures are comfy

and my eyes don't fail to see

the colours of the seasons, i love leaves

o' one hundred and three

 i hope you don't make me cranky

that would be a dangerous sight to see

hmmmmm.... mmmhm.

if i live to one-hundred-and-three

i hope that i'm used immeasurably

"you ain't frum dese parts, is ya?"

".... no. no sir, not really."

"whuduh ya mean, 'not really'?"

"it's complicated."

"it's cuz you'z a female."

behave, behave.....

i don't quite know how to behave.

behave, behave....

i don't quite know how to behave when i'm around you.

when i'm around you.

Festval of Colours: Holi

mmmm... COLOUR! i love it!

the splash of blue across the image calms me while

the vibrant colours in the background ignite excitement within me.

it's a very well balanced piece that illustrates a joyous moment. 

i'm not hindu and i don't celebrate their holidays, but holi looks like a fun event.

http://prayfordaisy.tumblr.com/ 

"Alas," cried Candide, "I have had some knowledge of love myself, this sovereign of hearts, this soul of souls; yet it never cost me more than a kiss and twenty kicks on the backside. But how could this beautiful cause produce in you so hideous an effect?"

walking that fine line between life and death

you refine us and make us whole

you define us by your love

you declare us as your own

God's sovereignty does not negate responsibility.

My Precious, Anemic Little Lass

Emotionally, avast, uncharted Landscape.
Anemic from your youth.
Fellows lie and deceive
Broken your heart they leave.

Emotionally, a deep, dark well.
Anemic from the truth.
Scars are slow to heal
On hearts that cease to seal.

Oh, my Little one.
Have faith,
All this too shall pass
my precious, anemic Little lass.

08/06 /08

Hello

I'm back.

Live at the Orpheum theater in downtown Los Angeles. September 4, 2009