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 ***-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

When I awake, half an eye open
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
I shrug off the fatigue of sleep
and Get ready for the day.
Getting ready to be a Rock star
I stare at my lonely, Pathetic, Insecure Reflection
look it square in the eye and tell it
"NOT NOW"
"NOT EVER"
It whimpers from starvation as I walk away from it.
My Star child kicks in as I'm walking to school.
My eyes have the power to stare into any mans soul and see them for who they are, not who they want to be.
My fists represent Glory and Justice and they are intolerable to any other thing
My heart is like a beating drum, savage and controlled loving everybody and everything. I walk from class to class and absorb the attention. the love. the admiration.
I walk home, chest out with pride.
I get home, and I look at my reflection
and it stares right into my soul. and its reality hits like a hammer.
My Rock star dies, and I'm left with me....

Oh how I hate it

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

Its for the redemption of Man that I tarry still On this mortal plane.
Its because The lord has filled my mouth that I still Speak his words and sing his songs.
Songs of Love and Faith.
Songs of atonement and redemption.
Songs of hope and cheer
for his next coming!
Oh How Joyous the occasion will be! as I stand in judgement, Before my lord.
My face is smudged with the dirt of Righteous service.
My hands, are cracked and tired from Long days of hard work.
My body aches
and
My clothes are torn.
beside me are snakes in suits, with fancy words and tumults aimed at the purpose of weaseling their own way to Salvation.
But not me.
I offer the lord my best, my worst. My all.
I offer up my mortal service, and my Missionary experiences.
I offer up my pocket-full of Souls I've touched, and wait for judgement.
I can see the worry in the serpents eyes, the doubt and fear.
they're dressed perfectly, their hair is perfectly greased back
and their disposition is fancy to say the least.

Oh, ye fools who look heavenly for most part, but have no trace of it in  their hearts, for Life is not about the love you appear to show, or the lives you appear to bless.
Life is about giving everybody and everything
YOUR ALL.
ALL your Love and all your Glory.
And such is the Kingdom of God.
Made up of Men like me who are meek and humble. made up of the weary, and the lowly in heart. Real men who did Real work.
Men who served
Lovingly, Faithfully.

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.

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

For my love of God
The eternal Deity
My heavenly Father and friend,
I will depart from my
home
travel to near and distance lands
Spreading his love and words to those
who will feel and hear his
message of Love and cheer.
For I am one of the ninety and nine
of Gods Chosen lambs,
ne'er to go astray
ne'er to falter
as long as I fly
On the Wings of Faith

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

A child, to young to ever know
To walk in the Right.
To walk with a Fistful of Love
and a pocket full of Divinity through lifes
Path.
Most learn this all to late and all to well,
That Hate was never the way to walk, or the way to see, or the way to act.

On a battle field Red as a soviet
you learn to give peace a chance, While the world is Cold
Your to old to be told
something you knew at birth
but slowly forgot in the stream of time,
Indoctrination fills your head and replaces all the love and light with Their love and light.
You walk their path now
You play their game
by their rules.
And all you'll ever know
is what they teach.
But your heart knows better.
Your heart knows right
And lives only because of the fact that it knows,
truth is given to us all in our time, in our turn.
and it feeds off this truth, heaven sent, like a starved infant whose belly is sore.
This truth is given to those that fall to their knees in real, potent supplication.
This truth is Your truth
and its seal is Gods.
And by this shall you know how to walk in the right.

A Dark storm cloud lays lazily just beyond the Horizon.
-Lightening flashes violently just out of reach
-Just out of sight, you cant see the bolt, or hear its thunder
-but you know its there by the illuminations of the cloud.
-the bright blue explosions that fill the cloud, that assimilates the mountains, encompassing everything.
You fear
but aren't afraid
For life is as the lightening is.
Its fleeting, and leaves us without a whisper, with out a goodbye.
And they to will fear us, and not be afraid.
For theirs is the same journey
and theirs is the same reward