January 2009
50 posts
Let us observe:
Life in all its fullest Unhindered beings Fully self all for God.
“This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own...”
– C. S. Lewis
She told him that we’d be alright.
(And this is not that we have always gotten along fine by being independent. No, no. This is because God has always provided for us. oh God, I pray that we would not forget who You are and the good You are. You are good, and praise God You sustain us. With out God I’d probably be a lunatic.
This is no bromide.
Child, why the furrowed brow? Can you not see that all is planned And the newness you’ve been looking for actually lacks in your expectations? That which may seem jaded is rather what you’ve been waiting for: new life, new hope, right at your door.
C.S.LEWIS
= literary geniusssss. He comes up with the very creative examples that illustrate his points beautifully. Highly recommend you to read it.
It'd be way cool if I had a full sound system...
because Andrea Bocelli sounds amazing like that.
ebb&flow
can’t take the words back but can’t think into failures too much either flow move on.
1 score, 2 years ago
I draw out my valentine carefully crease it push down the edges jab at it with my pen and make quick strokes Fold it. Twice over, thrice over, till you can ‘t tell it’s a heart anymore. Then I toss it over my shoulder and my Valentine cold and crumpled lays forgotten on the floor.
shoot. it was supposed to be Mother Earth. Not Nature Earth.
Epilogue
Behold, the weakest of beings who are good at war and fighting and dissecting somehow we’ve stumbled upon the scandal, Hope (it was always before our eyes and Father Time and Nature Earth at hand, at will, ready to advise but we were always slow to unearth this wondrous instrument of second birth) Alas, We are never truly alone Arise, the light of life has duly shone Wake from your ashes and the...
“You’ll be the rhythm and I’ll be the beat
Then I’ll be the...”
– LYKKE LI
what ethereal light yonder breaks or is it just the solemn steady glow of the television you take out your phone after dinner and look at the pixelated album of loved ones of old they smile at you but you can only get so close to them before the images blur they never told us the consequences of digital distractions afterall, who wasn’t mesmerized by the gradeur of it all instant this,...
my poems
have been coming out pretty terribly lately. This is what happens when I think about myself too much and don’t notice the beauty of things around me.
grace
we have much work to do in the Spirit
what will it take for us to realize
real eyes patrolling the streets potential lovers make eye contact (go) where none (keep walking) see we’re all on the lookout for potential lovers but most of whom we find are none-of-the-abovers but we don’t realize the that it isn’t lost love we’re looking for it’s really Love looking for the lost and willing to pay for wooden crucifix, the cost.
Oh Child most prodigal, wherefore art thou senseless? Heed thy Father’s bidding or hence onwards thine heart will do you no good but part.
lights
twinkling in the sky glittering nets cast in seas upon the land glowing warmly surely silently through our skin casting shadows on the walls
make the path bearable to tread upon
sometimes it's better
to see to feel to hear to breath in deep the breath of life than to talk (is cheap)
but only sometimes.
Unfold
play me your melodies of old. shake shake shake the piano and string out those arpeggios of gold fingers surely strolling the tune that your heart knows so well tell me of stories untold. and let those rich voices of hands accompanying
Unfold
“Interesting, isn’t it? How time makes familiar all things unfamiliar… something...”
– morsels
cold entrance to chilled hearts the visitor turns away nonchalant looks on our faces we don’t care. or so we say.
“Love, love, love (love, love)”
– ATAL
late night TV
our eyes our/are dead we watch people who make to be payed so they can sell and we buy it blindly
The Night Walkers
They wake in their sleep and take long walks to clear their minds
For comfort For condolence To savor the quiet found in awareness To clear the loud talk that smacks in their ears othertimes
They walk long hours and would rather be wide eyed and sleepless than dormancy drunk and tangled in dreams
favorite 14
light which casts itself over all places and spaces and with darkness and black it erases
all traces
Progenitors 3
He used to sleep with his face contorted in fear and pain, but now he’s alright. Now his eyes are crescent like the moon. I hope I get to see him soon.
“are you writing from the heart?”
– Sufjan
he: do you believe in that psychic stuff?
she: I believe it's more important for a person to make a future for themselves rather than have it be determined by somebody else
currently: I would like to read A Man Without a Country by Kurt Vonnegut
shoot a dream in your arm
fall for the sirens’ charm
you say it does no harm
but it’s no
false alarm
currently: gushing with good moments and warm fuzzies. Like in Spring when everything's abloom and the air smells pleasant.
Memory 5
I eagerly came home afterschool each day and took out my notebook and crayons, and we would draw pictures together. It was a great time. Your pictures made me laugh. But now I mostly busy myself with minding my own business, not caring for you. Though I should be [caring for you]
Memory 4
At the restaurant the grandpa had crescent eyes and a smile playing on his lips, and the granddaughter smiling back. She was eating and so healthy and alive. You could tell he was so happy to see her, to see her being well and enjoying the food. It was such a sweet moment, the two enjoying each other’s company. Grandfather and granddaughter, family.
“(on politics) People don’t want your opinion, they want your love.”
Here is a lesson in creative writing.
First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college. And I realize that some of you may be having trouble deciding whether I am kidding or not. So from now on I will tell you when I’m kidding.
For instance, join the National Guard or the Marines and teach...
“what happened to living”
– GRACE
shed the heavens
and sit a while. Crack your face take off the mask smile again (stretch those muscles) and sit down
begin writing begin talking begin conversation and please, be yourself;
shed the heavens.
dorothea
The moon smiles on our road Two tales of life not yet told Cold feet beneath the home abode follow path and see the gold
Eight days in (you can’t always think about sin)
Favorite 13
13
Progenitors 2
She always spoke for others even when they didn’t mean what she was saying, or didn’t want her to say it, and her stories got more exaggerated with every tell.
“I love to hear that grin in someone’s voice when they’re bragging...”
– 1/7/08
we’re alright when we’re sober when all of night’s worries are over and we don’t bother
(anyone) (with anything)
anymore
after all this time I can’t believe my head’s above the water I know everything in theory and in mind but really it’s the heart I’m trying to find
I took it out.
I didn’t put this in:
regarding: the Wasting of Life I can already feel it coming along the sickening melody of a terrible song
because I don’t feel that anymore. Fresh pair of eyes.
The truth will disabuse you
unless you can’t handle it or deny it
Favorite 12
hope. one of the strongest unseen foices (forces) evah.