Friday, September 23, 2005

Obsolete

Forget about the pre-post. It exists to demonstrate that I am over-the-top analytical slash dramatic equals insane. I have this ridiculous tendency to get dramatic about something when I dwell on it for too long. This expresses itself in my writing, speaking, art, singing. . .you name it. I am WAY to expressive for my own good sometimes.
Oh, well. . .I suppose that's just me,
I think I need to learn how to place all of that under Christ though.
All too often I take it out and try to control it on my own.

Slap my wrist please. . .

Thanks.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Where I sit. . .

Envision this:


Dangling from this:


And there you have it. . .the state of my life currently.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Lord.

I can't remain here. I must move on. Show me, speak.
Please, reveal it all.
I desire nothing uncovered, completely bare.

You know. . .everything.
YOU know. . .each struggle, each heart ache.
YOU KNOW.

Let me trust You in that. Please, curb my heart.
Turn it toward Your rays.

I Can't remain here. I MUST not.
Speak, Oh Holy One. Your word is silent, bring forth it's voice.

There is a hidden depth You are trying to teach me.
Can it shadow much longer?

You know. . .my needs.
YOU know. . . my sins, all darkness.
YOU KNOW.

Please, please show me YOUR grace. I have none alone.

Oh, Silent One. . .BREATH.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Tragic


A small bud began to grow, thrilled to respond to sun. It's only ambition was beauty and pleasure for all who would look. Feeling it's need, full color blushed into place, it's arms began to stretch out in joy. Fragrance began to fill the air, life was good.

A small bud began to grow, an icy chill swirled at it's feet. There was no admiration, all sweetness, stripped away by the wind. The joy was replaced with a grip of fear, finally death.
The small hope was only momentary. . .vanquished by the Winters scorn.


It's been a putrid day, I thought it was over, but it's not.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

I just "know".


What does it mean to know? "I just know". What is that? There is some mysterious secret lurking there. Somehow "knowing" evades anything tangible, and hides from all things clear. Vague, and yet strong sense of. . .what? Next time someone says, "you just know" to me. . I think I'm going to cite:

know P Pronunciation Key (n)
v. knew, (n, ny) known, (nn) know·ing, knows
v. tr.
To perceive directly; grasp in the mind with clarity or certainty.
To regard as true beyond doubt: I know she won't fail.
To have a practical understanding of, as through experience; be skilled in: knows how to cook.
To have fixed in the mind: knows her Latin verbs.

After which I will pull from behind a very large creme pie and insert it directly into thier starry-eyes and open mouth.

Huff. The end.