Weep not for roads untraveled....

"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." - E. B. White

"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..."

She dreamt of aero space planes and fell in spells of neon futures...

"I happen to prefer champagne to ditchwater, but there is no reason to suppose that the cosmos does." - Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

"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..."

May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground...

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I am saved"
I'm whispering "I get lost!"
"That is why I chose this way."

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need someone to be my guide.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are too visible
but God believes I'm worth it.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority.
I only know I'm loved.

- Carol Wimmer 

"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..."

We only know this life, deep in the woodwork...

Once again I'll  carry another's burden when my own keep me at night. But I'll still come to you through the wind and the snow, it'll take all my might. I'm up for review every day though I know that I should be doing my homework. Words and phrases all aligned, but I'm fed up with quotation marks. Take my time, I'll give it up, but these personal endevours carry so much weight. You've lost your way and come to me, but I don't always know how to make it right.

You're not sure you can take much more, who knows what tomorrow has in store. So pour me another cup of coffee and spill your guts, I'll wait and watch till the sun comes up...

"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..."

Light 'em up, up, up...

The Carpenter’s Cloth by Sigmund Brouwer (1997 Word Publishing)

            During Jesus’ time, there was one way a carpenter let the contractor know a job was finished. A signature, so to speak.

            Imagine a hot afternoon in Galilee. Jesus has completed the final pieces of a job has worked on for several days. The hair of his strong forearms is matted with sawdust and sweat. His face is shiny with heat. He takes a final and welcome drink of cool water from a leather bag.

            Then standing to the side of his work, he pours water over his face and chest, splashing it over his arms to clean himself before his journey home. With a nearby towel he pats his face and arms dry.

            Finally, Jesus folds the towel neatly in half and then folds it in half again. He sets in on the finished work and walks away. Later, whoever arrives to inspect the work will see the towel and understand its simple message. The work is finished.

            Christ’s disciples knew the tradition. Sunday of sorrow, three years after Jesus had set aside his carpenter’s tools, Peter will crouch to look into an empty tomb and see only the linens that the risen LORD has left behind.

            A smile will cross Peter’s face as his sorrow is replaced by hope, for he will see the wrap that covered Jesus’ face. It has been folded in half and half again.

           

            Peter understands the carpenter has left behind a simple message.

                        IT IS FINISHED!

 Submitted by Linda Amado

"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..."

Thrive.

"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..."

And now I just sit in silence...

I've got brown hair, but I grow a ginger beard. Maybe that's the reason that you're not here. Some crazy people they say I'm kinda blonde, But I'm not so sure that'll  they'll stick around. Cuz as I get older my hair will only recede, and waking up with you will be all I need. I'll only get so far until I fix my bedhead, "You don't love me," is all I know that she ever said.

So this is an ode to all of the above as we all leave behind all of our love. We've got our own cause, so kindly hold your applause while we sign up for new gun control laws. Waiting on a time when no one can rhyme, and no more doubters ask for a sign. I'll speak only the truth while she raises the roof and screams for the sake of every youth.

I'm not a revolutionary, I'm just innovative with too much food on my contemplative mind is leaking faster now, I can't seem to stop the coming disaster now. I know the wind, I know the rain,  oh please come now, please don't be late! Renege the weatherman, I'm in charge now, revenge the sinking sand, rise up from the ground and tell the dead that they're obsolete. We'll never really taste defeat.

"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..."

And I couldn't sleep...

Sometimes, I wonder what the heroes of the faith would do if they were standing next to me today.
Would Paul have words of wisdom? Would David burst into song? Would Esther persuade my companions?  I'm not sure. Instead I've got to stand in my own shoes shrugging my shoulders and grinning. My place is behind the scenes. Whenever I step into the forefront of the room I end up putting my foot in my mouth.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGoRfPeUCIQ

I'm not always at a loss for words, but when I am it's out of insufficiency. You'd think I'd be comfortable in my own skin by now, but that's just the problem. It's all inside. I refuse to believe that people aren't as complex as they seem. Granted, among the shallow and feeble minded, I'm king. But the story that some have to tell just isn't one for me to know. I'm comfortable being unimportant. I'm content to convalesce. The salience of my existence is so small that somehow people are convinced that I'm worth something. You don't need to read another sentence about me and what I can contribute to this world, because it's nothing. The very notion of self is one of selfish misconduct and I refuse to be self centered any longer. That's why I don't write here anymore, because whatever ends up here is selfish and self deprecating.

"Blessed are the meek...for they shall inherit the earth"

Teaching those who do not have, now that has meaning. Establishing those who come after me, now that has value. Preparing the way, now that is salient. I guess that's why God invented the Church. The Holy Spirit guides everywhere, but it sure is nice to have a hand to hold...

 Loneliness isn't all that bad you know.

"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 need you at your best so I won't forget...

"The opposite of ignorance is not knowledge, it is obedience..."

"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 bet that traitor tasted like your favorite champagne...

All the world is moving and alone. 

"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..."

And don't leave a note, 'cause I swear if you wrote me I'd probably take it all back...

So great are these scars of pure honesty

They run deep like pine roots which grow while I sleep

I don’t ask for much, just for love and for life

But I’m just so tired of being the bad guy

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Would you lay down your shield and pick up my heart?

The seasons can make it a new work of art

Somehow I fumbled my one guiding light

We’re passing through life just like ghosts in the night

When I leave,

You won’t know

How this genie inside me just won’t us go­

Bottled Up

Courting dust

I don’t want my three wishes, I only want one

And that’s the one thing just out of reach

By a mile.

Can you trust in me while I’m casting my lot?

I’ll whisper to you all the things we forgot

In the small spaces between black and white

I catch a glimpse of the truth in your eyes

When I leave,

You won’t know

How this genie inside me just won’t let us go

Bottled Up

Courting dust

I don’t want my three wishes, I only want one

And that’s the one thing just out of reach

By a mile

And I’ve had it comin’ for a while now

Cuz I’m always looking for reasons to frown

And maybe if you remember why I loved you

Then we’ll come to terms and the world will too.

When I leave,

You won’t know

How this genie inside me just won’t let us go

Bottled Up

Courting dust

I don’t want my three wishes, I only want one

And that’s the one thing just out of reach

There’s too many miles between you and me

Cuz’ love’s the one thing just out of reach for a while

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPrj53ydjbU

"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..."

Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men...

It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again.

When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums,
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes...

  

"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..."

Chasing after gold mines, crossing the fine lines we knew...

"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..."

A thousand voices singing reasons of understanding why it happens...

Suddenly, I can't stop my eyes from watering...

"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..."

So close your eyes but don't dream too deep...

 Please pass me some memories...

As the horizon fades into grey and the clouds converge on the graceful passion spirit of this evening I have a reason to think that I'm forgiven of all that I've been forgetting. I forgot, how could I forget. So I guess this is it. It's not that I couldn't feel, it's just the fact that i've been feeling this whole time.
This one moment allows for everything to be different. That's just my luck. You see it's something like this, overwhelmed is just that. Overwhelming. This time I need to speak to myself rather than someone else. 

I'm not sure what to expect, but I'm not sure that I should expect anything. All my greatest adventures have been impromptu up to this point. They promise that one day I'll find what I'm looking for. Contentment is my friend for the time being. You see it is 2013 after all.

"It's for life...and I'm going to live a long time."

This year, I make my own luck...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTrT158J0FU

"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..."

Son, make canvas of coastlines so I know where I stand....

“The skeleton key unlocks the mind and swings open the door of imagination. A far better place than here A much safer place than there The quintessential somewhere The mystical nowhere The enigmatic anywhere My gift to you - the key to everywhere.
The mortal will find itself lost while the soul always knows the way it is grateful for the darkness and celebrates the day

I can give you peace my peace I give you... but I cannot be your savior or your god - I cannot be the light along your path - I can only give you the lamp and point the way.

The blind will see... the deaf will hear... but those who choose reason will never understand.

Woe to the ones who think they know the answers they will cease to ask the questions that may be their own salvation.

We possess the knowledge of the Universe from conception. Once born we are taught to forget.

If we cannot look out at our world and see our children's vision then we are truly blind we are unable to lead them to paradise.

"Even people who are in the dark search for their shadows. Shadows exist only if there is light. We will never find total darkness - not even in death... ...and we always cast a shadow no matter how overcast our skies become. You are never alone."

Do not listen to the voice that shouts to you from behind desks behind podiums, behind altars. Do not pay attention to the orators and the opportunists. Do not be distracted by the promises made behind masks. Listen to the quiet. Listen to the whispers as they gently guide you through the assaults of man's absurdities. Listen to the gentle breathing of your mother and lay your head to rest in her peace and in her warm embrace and understand that truth and power lie within you. Breathe silence.

The free bird will always return to the cage sooner or later to seek food and water and the loving hand of it's caretaker.”


--- M. Teresa Clayton

"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..."

God, I need grace bigger than mouth. I need mercy that resounds ten thousand times as loud...

I wonder why there are so many anti-heroes in the real world. More than that I wonder why the anti heroes  command my respect more than the traditional ones. Like I've been telling everybody lately, I find myself equally attracted and repulsed by my influences and contemporaries these days. I'm not quite sure how that works. It's probably because I know who and what I want to be, but I'm either not sure how to get there, or I'm just too lazy.  My previous fears about being unintelligent were somewhat fruitless. Either that or I really am stupid and hard work really does pay off. Funny how I really didn't work that hard.

"Never compromise...not even in the face of Armageddon..."

Too late for that. The end of the world is today and I haven't done a thing about it. All these electronics are starting to get to me. Don't get me wrong, I love the beats but they're starting to worry me. I'm no tree hugging free Mason-type hipster, but I do sometimes worry about the long term effects of processed food, long computer exposure, and volume indexing.

Truth is, she's just so far out of my league it's not even funny. I'm playing it cool for now and it doesn't really matter which way the inferences flow.  The line was clearly drawn for me, and I won't ignore that. I can respect boundaries, but I can stretch them...I suppose. Doesn't help that I've lost touch with reality. I knew what true love felt like once, but It's been a long time. It's kind of like how as you get older you remember the taste of your favorite dishes, but whenever you eat them, they never taste as sweet. I'll find it someday, that is if I live that long. There are still things I'd like to experience, but I've got to shake this feeling somehow. If i was grieving I'd be somewhere in between the bargaining and depression stage. I think this what they call impurity.

Afterall, it's 2:20 a.m. and I'm just here blogging again. That's cute. Not really sure what good it does for me or anyone else. I'm the only one who reads this anymore. It was always for me in the first place, so if you're reading this right now, I might be insulting you.

"What's one more body amongst foundations?"

"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..."

And when I get there, it won't be far enough...

"Like a sculptor, if necessary,
carve a friend out of stone.
Realize that your inner sight is blind
and try to see a treasure in everyone.”

- Rumi

"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..."

Without warning there was this total eclipse of the sun!

Sometimes, when I'm talking and people don't get it. It's times like that I really feel like doing stuff like this...

"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..."