You Echo Me

I stare at you, and you stare at me,

But we never speak,

Of love and respect or the cause and effects,

Of what could be by the end of next week.

I hear you say, “Friend, I just don’t know…”

And you echo me

But you’ll never know just how far I can go

Or what I can do to make you see

(Chorus)

So let’s strip down and get back to basics

Nothing but fairy-tales and instinct

Of all that’s false, I know what’s true

You amaze me, do I amaze you?

Your faith is mine, and I know it’s not right

So I’m gonna try

To take back the past and change all the facts

And speak sincerely’ til the day I die…

(Chorus)

So now it begins, and I’m on the run

But your vision’s straight.

If you take my hand and we start again

No one can stop us, we’re anxious to wait…

 "I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

"Look children to the eastern sky..."

I'm living my very own fairy-tale. Set in my own back yard, I can see all of the players move about on stage. They execute their lines perfectly, never missing a cue...

This time... I won't play my part.

Trust me, it's not out of angst, it's not out of rebellion.

It's because I care about you.

If I'm wasting my time,

Please tell me...

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"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

"But all the colours mix together to grey..."

I drown out of inevitability. Once taught to swim, performing all of the strokes brings me to my grave.

Floating is an extermination.

My heart guides me, and leads me down paths which my heart does not understand. Blindly I stumble out of safety. Façades are terrorism.

I receive many smiles, and have much to cause a smile. Yet I am forced to never demonstrate joy. Emotion is my adversary.

I plant the largest seeds, water them, watch them, and love them. Yet they never grow. Cultivation is tacky.

I long for spontaneity, but was never taught how to be such. Whimsy is vain.

I listen to every-signal, but they are boisterous. Devotion is vicious.

I am more sincere than any on earth, yet, am blamed for trying to go the extra mile. Effort is unruly.

I have bid “fare-well” to the theatre, but love to act. Thrills are delinquent.

I can see everything, but nothing seems as it is. Sight is exaggerated.


I am selfish, yet must acknowledge self in order to examine the heart. Righteousness is impossible. 

 I am a contradiction who will never admit the fact, for in admitting the truth, one becomes the truth.

Truth is a murder.

There are thieves among the faithful… and all of the rouges have clean hands.

Darkness now sheds sound on the unseen… and this light is so loud.

This mind has stopped beating, and this heart has begun spinning.

This foreign state of confusion is no longer safe...

For my home is in pursuit…

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"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

The words I wrote are a broken chain, holding me from the criminally insane...

Dude... I can't wait for this album.

If you havn't heard their debut, then you my friend, are not a rock fan. This is gonna be absolutely beastie.

Edit: I purchased this album today (it was on sale on it's release date?!?!) and trust me...it hasn't disappointed. ;)

Ooooooh! New metal. :)

Not to mention new Anberlin, new Family Force 5, new Eisley, new FM Static...and loads more comin' soon...

My music library is about to swell... :P

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

"I'll call off the dogs, if you call off your guard..."

A while back, my dad and I went for a walk...and as you know, walking always constitutes talking...and so  we had a pretty lengthy discussion. We talked about, life, work, women, friends, and of course...we talked about God.

I confided in him that I had been speaking to our Father a bit more than usual, because of a misplaced sense of dignity, a bit of uncertainty, and a whole lot of disgrace...I told him that I didn't like asking God for things in my prayers. I felt that it wasn't my place. I mean...come on, I'm talking to the Creator of the universe. He owns everything, and I am nothing more than a lowly servant not even capable of worthy service, much less deserving of favors.

My dad, just kept walking...looking ahead...and paused, as he so often does when he's considering his words. Then after about a minute or so, he said to me. "I think that God wants us to ask Him for things, and He wants to give things to us, but it's not until we realize that what we want truly doesn't matter that He can do so..."

I'll tell you right now, I didn't agree with my dad that evening. I was feeling pretty crummy about myself, and my relation to my Savior...and I have been for the past few months, and that's not a good feeling...

But something shifted this week...

It's almost like Job said to his friends in Job 31... only I have made a covenant with my eyes, my hands, my feet, my ears, my head, and my heart..."On the brink of disaster I see, that the cause of my blindness is me. I can't be the one who clouds my sight. Clean off myself and reflect your light..." I'm gonna stop this thing right here, and right now. Why? Because it's my life! It's my life and I'm going to give it to God now while I still can. I'm going to drive it into the ground on my own so I need someone else to choose the paths I walk down.

'Course it's all because I'm just so stinkin' oblivious...But with some help, someday I'm gonna see more than what's simply below my own nose. Maybe...just maybe, someday I'll be worth more than a simple servant...that's what I'm working for. "I'm holding onto a fairy-tale. We're moving forward, but we're not there yet..."

However...



I did ask God for something tonight...



and I think I received it.


:)


"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

"I remember being ready, and waiting to fall..."

The royal feast was done; the King

Sought some new sport to banish care,

And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,

Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"

The jester doffed his cap and bells,

And stood the mocking court before;

They could not see the bitter smile

Behind the painted grin he wore.

He bowed his head, and bent his knee

Upon the Monarch's silken stool;

His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,

Be merciful to me, a fool!

"No pity, Lord, could change the heart

From red with wrong to white as wool;

The rod must heal the sin: but Lord,

Be merciful to me, a fool!

'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep

Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;

'Tis by our follies that so long

We hold the earth from heaven away.

These clumsy feet, still in the mire,

Go crushing blossoms without end;

These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust

Among the heart-strings of a friend.

The ill-timed truth we might have kept--

Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?

The word we had not sense to say--

Who knows how grandly it had rung!

Our faults no tenderness should ask.

The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;

But for our blunders -- oh, in shame

Before the eyes of heaven we fall.

Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;

Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool

That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,

Be merciful to me, a fool!"

The room was hushed; in silence rose

The King, and sought his gardens cool,

And walked apart, and murmured low,

"Be merciful to me, a fool!"

The Fool's Prayer- Edward Rowland Sill

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

"Cuz everything is never as it seems..."

Summer is so incredible...I wake up in the morning with the sun in my eyes. I step outside and breathe in the air, so thick with memories that it's enough to make me tear up. The breeze fills my lungs and lifts me to the top of the nearest pine, placing amongst soft branches.

As I watch the world from my cradle of needles, I see the birds in their nests. I see bees, bustling about their busywork; and mischievous flies dancing about, playing tag. I watch ants in their quiet lines, parades from above. I see the river ebb and flow, waving as it continues it's never ending journey toward the sea.

I see the sun fall, and see the moon rise as they high five in the sky, signalling the other in a tag team. I see the fireflies begin their tribal dances, weaving in an out in elaborate steps. They posses a fellowship, none can best, as they commune in their council.

Yet, as I climb down from my watchtower, I breathe in the air...so thick with memories, it's enough to make me weep.

For I cannot take part in the dance...I have been weighed, and found wanting...
My heart is filled with sorrow...


Tomorrow, I shall watch again...


"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

"This is as life should be..."

So let's hold onto the ideals...however faraway they are...



"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

I've got my life in a suitcase, I'm ready to run, run, run away...

I just need some time to myself,
I just need some time alone.
I just need a place to let myself go,
I just need to let the tears flow.

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."