Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
start with me
Remember, repent, and repeat.
Put the three R's of revival into practice, because we need to be revived before God.
Put the three R's of revival into practice, because we need to be revived before God.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
noyesnoyesnoyesnoise
I'd lost "yes," but i still had "no," so if someone asked me, "Are
you Thomas?" I would answer, "Not no," but then I lost "no," I went to
a tattoo parlor and had YES written onto the palm of my left hand, and
NO onto my right palm, what can i say, it hasn't made life wonderful,
it's made life possible, when I rub my hands against each other in the
middle of winter I am warming myself with the friction of YES and NO,
when I clap my hands I am showing my appreciation through the uniting
and parting of YES and NO, I signify "book" by peeling open my clapped
hands, every book, for me, is the balance of YES and NO, even this
one, my last one, especially this one. Does it break my heart, of
course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was
made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never
thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that
wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't
the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of
never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so
painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to
what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and
think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but
never once into it. "I" was the last word I was able to speak aloud
foer
you Thomas?" I would answer, "Not no," but then I lost "no," I went to
a tattoo parlor and had YES written onto the palm of my left hand, and
NO onto my right palm, what can i say, it hasn't made life wonderful,
it's made life possible, when I rub my hands against each other in the
middle of winter I am warming myself with the friction of YES and NO,
when I clap my hands I am showing my appreciation through the uniting
and parting of YES and NO, I signify "book" by peeling open my clapped
hands, every book, for me, is the balance of YES and NO, even this
one, my last one, especially this one. Does it break my heart, of
course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was
made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never
thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that
wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't
the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of
never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so
painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to
what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and
think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but
never once into it. "I" was the last word I was able to speak aloud
foer
move me
love and marathons
your heart beats like its going to burst.
it brings you sheer joy.
you stride from beginning to end.
some live their entire lives without experiencing it.
you learn to love yourself.
sometimes you feel lonely.
if you don't focus, you lose.
you can get hurt.
but you do it anyway because in the end, its all worth it.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
my superman
Hey Hey Hey
Well you're a liar and
Your cues are all wrong
but I can't count all the ways you woo me
I watch you capture
What I can't hold
Now make it make some sense to me
You are
You are my
Superman
Hey hey
You've got to live
Make it fly
Bless your soul
You get by
Take me along
But all the static here it's tearing you a-part
So get out the way you , you , you , you
You are
You are my
Superman
Hey you Hey Hey
you you
you can't wait
walk walk walk on now
You know you save me
Don't don't go hands down
You are
You are my
Superman
Hey hey
You've got to live
Well you're a liar and
Your cues are all wrong
but I can't count all the ways you woo me
I watch you capture
What I can't hold
Now make it make some sense to me
You are
You are my
Superman
Hey hey
You've got to live
Make it fly
Bless your soul
You get by
Take me along
But all the static here it's tearing you a-part
So get out the way you , you , you , you
You are
You are my
Superman
Hey you Hey Hey
you you
you can't wait
walk walk walk on now
You know you save me
Don't don't go hands down
You are
You are my
Superman
Hey hey
You've got to live
Thursday, January 1, 2009
prose and cons
thought conjunctions formulate travesty but as surprising as life is, simple moments of wonders can be all the worth- like a resting monarch butterfly and carnelians captured on screen. you saw it before i did, even twice. but today i saw it- and i gloat in the love. simply fronted through every soul pieced in this landscape i call life. "be still and know i am God" ringing, protruding out of every vein and pore of my being formulates the effervescent credence of just sealing that over every hurt, sorrow, fear, and doubt. i will not be shaken i will not be moved and the mountain of struggle fades to dust. and bites. love covers all things. the world flooded over and over and over again through his patience and kindness and mercy. will it ever stop, the cleansing rain the morning sunrise the glimmering stars the gentle wind. trees will lose their leaves flowers their scents butterflies will shed their wings
yet new buds will bloom fragrances will fill the air and caterpillars will transfigure to things of new heights and depths, colors and shapes floating on
the world is my playground. is that what the little prince saw... a place filled with possibilities, or people?
people with possibilities?
yes
the trajectory of this road
i took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference
may it be the outpouring of his blood that leads all to that road
the straight and narrow road of life
what more must be said?
the answer to all my questions is love
and the question to all my answers is love
so it is to say, love.
to love more and more and more and more
til the death of me
but even then
strength shall be given
spirit shall be renewed
for none can fathom
none can see
but only receive the infinite grace given
cheers to the me that desires to love God more and to love this world more and all we need is love.
goodbye 2008
hello 2009
yet new buds will bloom fragrances will fill the air and caterpillars will transfigure to things of new heights and depths, colors and shapes floating on
the world is my playground. is that what the little prince saw... a place filled with possibilities, or people?
people with possibilities?
yes
the trajectory of this road
i took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference
may it be the outpouring of his blood that leads all to that road
the straight and narrow road of life
what more must be said?
the answer to all my questions is love
and the question to all my answers is love
so it is to say, love.
to love more and more and more and more
til the death of me
but even then
strength shall be given
spirit shall be renewed
for none can fathom
none can see
but only receive the infinite grace given
cheers to the me that desires to love God more and to love this world more and all we need is love.
goodbye 2008
hello 2009
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