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Thursday, November 20, 2008

I think that we have what it takes to get this heart start beating again.



So today I went for a bike ride on an empty stomach. This hypoglycemic boy should have eaten something rather I took a vitamin supplement. I drenched myself in the sunlight, and drowned myself in music. Maybe considered as a LSD/Ecstasy trip by some in certain circles, unhealthy yes.  Two and a half hours later I think I found myself today.

“How long before I get in? Before it starts, before I begin? How long before you decide? Before I know what it feels like? Where to, where do I go? If you never try, then you’ll never know.” -Speed of Sound, Coldplay

I’ve been walking around so long so broken. Hiding everything from everybody. Afraid to be myself. Losing myself in the process.

“I try to find my way out without letting go And will I lose my mind if it comes back this time? If i dont turn out perfect will you be a friend of mine?”-Slow Bleed TFK

I forgot that I am strong and that God is in control.

“How do I speak of the indescribable to You. I will try to explain these feelings that are true. So looking to the sky I will sing and from my heart to You I bring
All of the words in all of my life that could never explain and never describe
All of my love, which is nothing to hide so I lift up my hands and I worship
I worship You”-All the words, Kutless

I’ve tried so hard to be in control of everything. The more I have tried to hold on to everything. The more I found myself flailing in the wind.

“feelings, inside my head. i don't know, but i'm thinking about you. understand that it's so hard to tell you, cause you already know. you already know. when it's twice as hard to realize. that i'm still trying twice as hard to satisfy myself on my own”-Those words are not enough. Relient K

I’m ready to be me!

“I’m on fire and now I think I’m ready to bust a move. Check it out I’m rocking steady. Go!” -The future freaks me out, Motion City Sound Track.

About a year ago, Someone looked me in the eyes. I swear, it was like God looking me in the eyes. Its taken me a while to process it. Usually when people look me in the eyes, they want something or to try to figure me out. Never take me as I am. At the time I didn’t have anything left for anyone to take.

“Like a river in Arizona, Dried up before you were born.”-Permanent, Acceptance.

But this person didn’t take anything, didn’t want anything. It just happened. I have written about it in stories in a romantic tone. But it wasn’t in real life, unless you carry through in a “We are Christ’s Bride”, sort of way. My perception of what happened was that in that moment someone ‘hugged’ the essence of ‘me’ like Christ would. And at that moment it was what I needed the most in my life.

“Be a cornerstone. Be the rock higher than I. Be my fortress wall. Be a foundation for all, my cornerstone.”-Cornerstone, Day of Fire.

I’m afraid I might have damaged the friendship in this person, because I didn’t understand what I saw that day. Who honestly expects to see something like that?

“Taking hold, breaking in. The pressures on, need to circulate. Mesmerized and taken in. Moving slow, so in resonates. It’s time to rest, not to sleep away. My thoughts alone, try to complicate. I’ll do my best, to seek you out and be myself, not impersonate. Tried so hard to not walk away. And when things don‘t go my way. I‘ll still carry on and on just the same…” -Breathe You In, TFK

I just hope it all holds true. And I remember who I am, inside and out.

“I take it all to heart. Don't point the finger. Choose the winner. Hold your own. It's never been arranged. Who's the liar. I'm the coward. The letter read like this…”-The Letter, Acceptance

…I.. ah… I laughed with my whole heart today…
…Something I haven’t done in years…



Sunday, June 08, 2008

Intersection of i can't sleep and i don't want to.

its five thirty am. Just got off of playing wow. I swear, i play games and listen to music so i can hear the hurt within my own soul. but its here; haunting me now.  I  did  a stupid bad thing the today. I visited that part of my brain and heart that has my ex there. bad bad thing to do. So lately have been having dreams with her in them. I wake up in tears. its been nearly a year. and the hurt still hasn't stopped, borderline throwing up.. will it ever stop? So it seemed like a good idea to visit her facebook to prove to myself she is as miserable as i am.. if so she is doing a good job at hiding it. then again, she was always good it hiding everything.. then would let everything go on me. I'm a strong person, but i can't handle everything in someone else's life. well, i don't honestly regret many things in my life, however, giving her everything that i am, i do regret. I'm not one to give myself to anyone. sure i can emotionally detach myself to share my life with others. but giving myself is different. I gave everything i had to her time, money, love, my honesty, weakness, everything and it wasn't enough. she pouted off to our friends.. saying i did wrong. which yeah technically you could say that. but I've learned through out my life. if you say "technically" usually a douche bag comment follows shortly afterward. But, the thing that kills me is she wronged me just as much as i wronged her. yet, she loses trust in me completely and decides its not worth it? after *sigh* i'm afraid it isnt' worth saying, or expressing through words. whatever, i'll take full responsibly for the relationship failing..but

it just bothers me that someone could be so close to me and "know my heart" so well, be in love.. me giving my all, yet that still not be enough.. I'm not perfect.. but it feels like that is what she wanted from me...I'm not anybodies savior, if you want perfection look to God. I am male. I am man. I am secure. I am honest. but i am not perfect. So that being said, having your best, your everything not being good enough cuts deep. especially when you have looked over the other persons flaws. and they express your flaws are too much to handle. ..it sickens me..

So here i am trying to find my pieces again. hoping i can trust females again one day. meanwhile, i'm slowly going deaf, and there isn't something quite right with my blood sugar levels. possible that i could be diabetic, unlikely though.. boo.. and i can't do anything about it either cause i don't have insurance.. boo..

welp here i go to dream something. i hope it is good.


Sunday, March 30, 2008

Words


So my computer is a 4 on the dead scale. Ten meaning it is gone, one meaning it is starting to act weird. I think it is slowly fading. I’m slightly irked about it. meh, I suppose I can’t really do anything about it. Technology is so short lived.


I don’t really care to post narratives, where I am speaking directly to my audience because it seems too personal for me. I generally prefer third person because it gives me some distance to run if I mess up in my words. Even though I know that it greatly confuses other people.


I’ve been doing a lot of search on this planet, in my heart, and in my mind. I believe I have come up with some interesting things. Maybe I’m speaking to people who already understand all of this, but it seems new to me.


I was sitting in the ETBU quad some time back. Thinking on my life, wondering how in the world I had gotten to the place where it was. You know the normal thing you do in the quad if your not listening to the freshman guitarist. And I started to look at the Jesus statue holding his cast net. And I thought about what it visually represented. He is standing on a the Star of David, he looks like he was Americanized, He is staring straight over you, which is pretty impressive because I’m six foot tall give or take a few inches. And when you knock on him being metal you hear that he is hallow with a few support beams inside. At first I wasn’t impressed, to me it spoke as though this statue represent him as being impersonal, "crushing Judaism beneath his feet", there is no substance to him, and that we make him fit our lives. But sitting there in the quad that day, I saw that statue in a different light. I saw it as a reminder that Jesus is God. Even though He is a personal God, that he cares about the individual, He will also have His will His way. Meaning it will be done. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I think sometimes we get so caught up in calling Him "Dad" that we forget He is the "Lord of Hosts" or "Lord of Armies". It also showed me a certain humbleness about God. That He just stands there and waits for you to pay attention to him. He doesn’t scream out forcing you to do something. I’m not that patience; if I want your attention I will get it. But he just stands there at your heart’s door. That is incredible to me.

            My mind dwelled on that for quite some time. Then it seemed like it purposely and uncontrollably shifted to a memory of when I was in the band in high school. To me, being in a good band is a powerful thing. It is the will of just a few to hundreds all moving and shifting their emotions together, showing their personalities. Bowing down to let someone express his or her gifts in a solo. Moving in unison, while playing different parts harmonizing together, all making beautiful noise, showing dynamics in emotions from morbidly sad to pompously happy; Comical to serious, and everything in between, near and far. As I was thinking on this, a tear came to my eyes, I began to see how this was how God wants us to act. To make beautiful music together, sharing things moving as one going through dynamics emotions through life together. Be loud, be silent, be happy, be sad; all together. Then another memory hit, it hit hard and low. It seemed like blood in my mouth. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to express the memory but it was the equivalent to the roman guards gambling for the Jesus’ robe: Playing games at the foot of the cross, much like playing games in the church. It hurts me bad when I see things like that. I wonder how in the world can someone be so close to the heart of something so great, and completely not get it. I seriously get sick to my stomach wanting to vomit when I think about things like that. Yeah, I understand that people in this world don’t believe that there is such a thing as sin…But one who knows better, yet still does it?… Or quoted, "There is no right and wrong any more." in all seriousness, I laughed, and then I realized the person was being serious. I walked away in a shocked state all the while rubbing my forehead trying to figure out how that was possible.  I suppose it is the age we live in. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t label myself as conservative but I also wouldn’t label myself liberal either. [Audience member mumbles to self, "meh, a fence rider, bah."] My perspective is the conservative ones where the Sadducees and the Pharisees, the liberal one in the picture there is Jesus. But on the other hand in the midst of the drunkards and prostitutes was Jesus; in this picture the conservative one was Jesus. So I would say that I am like that. I, however, am not saying that I’m equivalent to Jesus. I just get bothered when Christian people say, "Your core group of friends needs to be Christian people". If that where true, (A) I wouldn’t have had any friends growing up and (B) a lot of my friends/people wouldn’t have become Christians. However, I do understand that it is good advice, but at the same rate, I believe myself to be firm in my foundation. I have stared doubt in its face, and I understand what I believe and why I believe it. Granted I do understand that there are things I just don’t know yet that do come with age. I am just saying I am strongly against separation of people groups no matter what. Because we are all humans, I wish people would put themselves in other people shoes. I wish everybody saw complexities that go beyond themselves. Though, I suppose it is fun being selfish.

            I wonder to myself, if people who believe in evolution and survival of the fittest truly believe in that. I mean, if this where true we wouldn’t have a problem killing infants that look sickly, or elderly people. We wouldn’t set up things such as social security and welfare. We’d probably say something along the lines of, "Screw you", way more often. I also don’t see a lot of people mating with people who have severe genetic abnormalities. If these people believe in evolution then why aren’t they trying to further the evolution process? It to me is a little fishy, when even scientists say that mutated genomes generally cause eventual serialization. Well, if we are a mutated genome that has evolved then, why the heck are there still humans around? Why do we have morals and the rest of the animal kingdom not? It all seems a little hypocritical to me. However, I’m reminded of a book, this girl is in dialog with this cat, she protests to the cat, "Why are you playing with your food?" she goes on and in response that cat says, "At least I give my food the opportunity to escape." I suppose one could say that perhaps we too are the ones without morals. But that is why I love the Bible and Christianity so much. It explains what life was like before it went wrong, what when wrong with it, what God was going to do about it, what He did about it, and then the consequence. Granted that is grossly over simplified but it is also the same thing that separates Christianity from all other religions. Most other religions ignore that something is wrong with the world, or if they do acknowledge that there is something wrong, they express that it is wrong and that is just the way things are. But Christianity expresses, "Hey we understand that this isn’t right, and this is what we have done and are going to do about it." And if you are curious what this something wrong is, it is sin.

            Well this is my belief, take it or leave it, fine by me either way. I’ve come to the conclusion that there isn’t anything I can say or do to make anyone else believe or do something that I want him or her to do. Rather the only way for change and things to be done is if an individual finds and does it for himself or herself. 


Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Title Less

I like xanga for the pure fact nobody really reads it. Maybe a handful here and there occasionally. but overall not that many people meander across my site. Its more like my public journal. but it feels private. Maybe, 'cause i'm on this side of the screen. hum. Well, I've been thinking. I have a lot of dreams and desires that i wish to fulfill. but it never seems like there is going to be time for all of them. I worry about that. but at the same time. I'm okay. I'm content where I'm at. and i think, for the first time in my life, I mean it. I'm sure that being in a meaningful relationship would be nice. But, I like being selfish right now. I like focusing on me. Living my life, for me. I use to live for other people to live out what their expectations where. I found out, that isn't the life for me. It only leads to stomach ulcers and plenty of advil. Don't get me wrong, if a friend called and needed me, i would be there in an instant. I wouldn't be there though if they needed me to be their something else though. I'm not really sure that entirely makes sense. however, i think it gets my point across, then again, i'm doped up on antihistamines, so there is no way to be certain right now. but at least i can breath. I'd love to be a publicly known author, i guess it is one of my bigger dreams in life. But i don't really think I'm to that caliber. not yet. When i read my stuff. I think that is lame. or cheesy. or not very good at all. And i think my friends are nice. and possible have no taste in literature at all. or i'm sort of good. and they are emphasising that. I'm just afraid that when/if i ever go public, more so than xanga or facebook, that i don't embarass myself like those people who have been lied to that have been told that they are good singers and then try out for american idol and then can't handle it when the professionals say they suck big time. I guess that is one of my bigger fears. .. anywho. i'm off track in the brain so. catch ya later!


Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Fight of the Night.

An anxious feeling is looming around me,
 much like darkness looms around me now.
 I stare into the clock
with its green illuminations lighting up my face.

 I wonder if that saying is true.
 “Only time can heal.
I crawl into a ball on my bed in the corner of my room,
 searching for sleep.
Yet only finding pain.

 A certain eeriness hangs by me,
 like the calm before a storm.
Rushing gusts of wind
beat against the wind chimes proves all the more.

 “Rest for the weary”,
then what am I?
“Hope is the only antidote to fear”,

what have I to hope for?
Her.
 I have hope for her.
 The one I see in my waking dreams.

“All is lost, all is abandoned”,
 I scream.
Tears run down my face.
She looks me in the eyes,
 asks, “What’s wrong?”
I look at her as she wipes my tears away.
“Nothing, now that you’re here.”

Oh maiden of Hope,
may prowessness find us somewhere between you and me.



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