One thing that takes awhile to get ,
is figuring out how to live.
We're constantly reacting to outside stimuli, and trying to process it that we often miss out on the important stiff.
I've figured that the best way to live is like an open window. I Glory in the light that nods its head and passes through.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Can the world be imperfect?
With all its faults and wrongs,
And ever changing views...
And its "woe was me" songs.
Lets be honest, you have nothing to compare it to.
So the world, needs be perfect.
Can a man ever love?
We think so, sure.
But How can we know without a doubt?
How could we set a scale or measure?
What is this "love" truly about?
Is it possibly a gift from ABOVE?
Is there an ABOVE?
I Have Faith there is
But How would I know?
Have you ever pondered this?
That there's no tangible proof to show?
Or is it an idea? like its friend Love?
All these questions!
And the lack of things to see,
Will I ever really realize?
Or am I to ponder whats to be?
And follow this noble enterprise!
To find answers to my every inquisition!
Oh the uncertainty,
And how certain it is, it seems.
Its a little paradoxical.
And is that not the theme?
That everything is theoretical.
an unreachable star .... at least in mortality
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
I'm building from the Ground up, Brick by Filthy Brick I lay my foundation.
And once that's set, My bear, aching hands begin to work yet
again.
My Bricks are set, my Concrete is dried But its the end of the day
and my spirit has died
It's Dawn! The sun, oh that Golden Halo to the Peruvian mountain ridge!
It illuminates my work place!
illuminates my heart
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Im peculiar, I know it.
I always look well groomed
My polo buttons are always done
My hair is very conservative and rather plain to look at.
no extremes, no tattoos no piercings.
No coffee in my hand, or cigs in my mouth,
No drug abuse for me
And I'm Sex-free.
People call me weak For being the kinda guy I am.
They don't understand, that by doing what im not doing, they're the weak ones!
You know easy it is to say YES your whole life? no inhibitions or rules put up for yourself.
nowhere to go and nowhere to be.
No higher power to keep you accountable.
You know how easy that would be? to deny truth and be "free".
But I am strong. I am strong in my god, For God is bigger than any mountain I'll ever have to climb. I take this truth and march up and down the highschool halls, with Banner WAVING PROUD!
IM MORMON. I KNOW IT. I LIVE IT. I LOVE IT!
So No to your worldly things and your so called "freedom".
Are you not prisoners of your own devices? and is not Godly love the only freeing thing? its you who ties you down. Your Manacles are crafted with abominable sin,
SIN.
A curable disease.
I invite all to repent and come to Christ. It really is the only way to get where we all want to go.
For Christ suffered for all the pains, afflictions, and transgressions that we commit.
He's paid the price for everybody already. Experiment on my words. Prove me wrong! Pray in the name of Christ, with your hearts door open.
Pray with Faith.
You'll feel it, Just like I have.
This world needs stronger people, Join me in the Ranks fellow Christian Soldier
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
I Love to see the temple!
I beheld its beauty today,
Its aura of love and its bright shining ray.
Its here we all Assemble
And show our faith through symbol.
We then continue on in the fray
and take this life righteously, day by day
so we in our lives, the temple, resemble.
Its here we show our devotion
and our good works and deeds
And learn to love and have more Faith
And get our lives in motion.
We'll tell the lord our needs,
and close the jaws of death and hell that gape.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Those were mine!
That's what I thought when my peer took my credit.
My pride and Joy.
My words.
He took them by a leash and paraded them around the busy class room.
And put them in an Iron cage to string up for the world to see.
For the Teacher to see!
For my own eyes to see, and I was appalled by myself.
Repulsed by my diction, yet they cheered and cried
for mighty were my words, and quiet was my mouth.
It disturbed me to know I hadn't said those words myself.
I hadn't taken credit, credit that I needed... craved.
I let my Mind think about it. Process it. Soak in it.
And I saw it!!! THE SECRET! The meaning!!!!
The best compliment a person could give, is to steal your work and take your words. For they valued them more than I did.... enough so, to make off with them like a bandit in the night.
Thank you, for teaching me to speak up, before you or anybody else does.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
when life gave us a fighting chance
and melody sang the blues
when we decided to take a chance
and felt we had nothing to loose
when we felt life stood still
Art made our soul rearrange
music made us swallow
a bitter pill
a potion to make us change
when living was an art form
on a constantly changing background
never did our actions mistake
we would ever back down
they are playing our song again
it's not about a broken heart
it's about years unspoken
it's about the years apart
it's about lives left broken
it's all about the body parts
no one makes a start unless
they hear about the life left un led
it's all about the words
that are artfully left unsaid
the 60's
they sing to me
in whiskey whispered rhyme
playing back to me
the memories
of a more or less
war time
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Life's like a little funny song,
Or rather a collection of them,
Some with refrains and some without.
Some with glorious chorus'
And some with a rigorous One verse .
The only thing all of these songs have in common is pain.
Pain is the sure constant, Not to be thought of as a plague or a curse
but rather a load to be carried throughout life.
Some have more, some have less
But all the some's have an amount.
Hurt is a different story.
Its a song of pain sung unwell.
Out of tune, out of key.
Not handled well, more straining than constructing.
No man has ever benefited from an ounce of hurt,
and that's the difference.
So I'm gonna tell you a secret.
take the hurt out of all the pain. how you ask?
Whistle a tune, say a hymn or sing a prayer!
Go for a walk in the Mountains, or the valleys.
See beyond yourself,
See where your actually going with this load of pain, and straighten up and keep walking.
You wear that pain proud throughout your life.
Heavenly Father knew you could carry that load, and live.
For God giveth no amount of suffering that we can't handle.
Just don't give up.
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
I look into their tiny little brown eyes
And see all that they are capable of. The good. the bad and the ugly.
I've come to labor for them, so that they may have a school, and a chance at a proper education. so that they can break that poverty cycle.
I feel for them because I know how it is to be impoverished,
how it is to be looked down upon.
Here am I. An American. A white boy who stepped out of his comfort zone. or rather flew out.
I came here for adventure, and enlightenment, and found just that
on that beautiful mountain.
That one mountain
Cleansed my soul and completed the experience.
Yet most the people in the city never get to see this mountain like we guests do. They are to busy making a meager, over deserved living.
To busy making rice and potatoes, maybe a little meat on the side.
I'd like to say that I truly understand
but I still don't.
and neither do you
You have a love of a mother, the support of a father. you've never HAD to strike out on your own.
But they have. and their country doesn't care
and neither do you, come to think of it.
in fact you haven't given one thought about anybody in the Concrete jungle that is Lima
until now.
Or any body who's belly is sore in Africa
until I told you about it.
send a dollar send dime. do whatever you think will help, but until you work among them. until you've looked into their eyes.
you will never understand
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
I would walk down the street,
Fist clenched
Waving a banner of red.
Hollering, crying about issues that honestly didn't concern me.
Feeling so gun-ho about my resolutions,
Starting mini "cultural Revolutions"
Or so I called Contention at the time.
I was so much older than, I'm younger now.
I would play Love like an out of tune guitar,
playing many different chords, and rifts.
The song I played, was one of anguish and void of hope,
It was no longer love.
My heart has matured
And I learned to see with my eyes.....
Instead of my hate.
Bottled up and rotten to the very core
Oh how old I was back than. I'm younger than that now
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC