Discretion.

Life is like a fire. There will be moments of burning passion and sometimes the fire almost dies out, but it's  better to have a warm bed of coals and a steady flame, than a raging inferno.

"Is that the way it should be?"

"It's not so much how you deal with the highs and lows, but how you face the day after."

We all want the same revolution, but are still afraid of change....


"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..."

You and life remain beautiful...

When I was younger sometimes my Mom would ask me a silly question. I call it a silly question because the question merits such an obvious answer, that the question itself is negated in the very asking. It would be like asking the wind if he was afraid of heights, or a fish if he enjoyed swimming. Yet the question was asked all the same, and truthfully, I say that the question was asked (at least I think) simply to provoke me. To what I'm not sure, but it sure did.

The question was..
"Tyler, is there anything that you do enjoy?"

Now of course, everytime I was asked this question I would be taken aback due to the aforementioned reasoning. How am I suppose to answer that? Such a loaded question merits no answer, so I often wouldn't.

That's the the strange thing about communication, it often fails in the simple act of being carried out. It's much like  how the breeze on the back of your neck chills you to the bone while it also reminds you of everything that's worth fighting for in this world.  Equally as strange is the fashion that communication ties into everything it takes notice of. Take joy for example. All my life, I've been told that happiness is a choice one makes of one's own power. I was told that happiness is something that comes because you choose to see it.

"Happiness is a firecracker sittin' on my headboard, happiness was never mine to hold. Careful child, light the fuse and get away, cause happiness throws a shower of sparks."

I've decided that is a false statement, for one simple reason; and that reason is simply because joy is an illusion, or at least "joy" in the sense that many always speak of.

"Joy" is an illusion because people think of it as an attainable goal. Many consider joy a state of being, or maybe even a way of thinking which stands apart from others. All of these ideas are false. True joy is found only in motion. It's the journey in route rather than the location to be reached. Joy is the train, Love is the ticket, Blood is the wheels, and Heaven's where I'm heading. With His help, I'll get there someday. Until then I'm going to enjoy the view.

I had to say some hard things to you today, and you'll probably never forgive me. But if you read this, at least know...

If this was our destiny I'd treasure the fact,
And I'd give you whats left of me if I'd held back.
I miss you now,
I loved you,
And I know things could still be worse.

You and life remain beautiful...

Romans 3:25-26

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3ICASGpJDw


"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..."

Your mind is like a candle stick, and my ambitions are constantly burning out...

Can the dead see everything we do? If they can, I wonder if they cringe when we step out of line. Imagine that those who passed on before us know how every nuance of our conduct will play out. I'm not quite comfortable with the thought of my great-grandparents knowing my every thought; they probably would think me shallow and naïve, and the shame of it is they'd be right. I can't even fathom how much time I waste in pursuing that which will profit me nothing. It's even a greater shame when I can see when I've wasted my time.

Lord, I don't understand You or Your ways, but I trust You with my future.

 Could You ask those who are watching over me to be patient?

Lamentations 3:25-28

"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..."

Autonomy.

"I've always wanted to throw money at a problem!"

"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..."

Nothing complicated...

It's just living.

"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..."

Intermission.

I feel the salty waves come in,
I feel them crash against my skin,
And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win.
There's a haze above my TV,
That changes everything I see.
And maybe if I continue watching,
I'll lose the traits that worry me.

Can we fast-forward till you go down with me?

Stop there and let me correct it,
I wanna live a life from a new perspective.
You come along because I love your face,
And I'll admire your expensive taste.
And who cares divine intervention?
I wanna be praised from a new perspective.
But leaving now would be a good idea,
So catch me up i'm getting out of here.

Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time,
We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine.
And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines,
But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside.

Can we fast-forward till you go down with me?

Stop there and let me correct it,
I wanna live a life from a new perspective.
You come along because I love your face,
And I'll admire your expensive taste.
And who cares divine intervention?
I wanna be praised from a new perspective.
But leaving now would be a good idea,
So catch me up i'm getting out of here.

Catch me up i'm getting out of here!

More to the point, I need to show,
How much I can come and go.
Other plans fell through,
And put a heavy load on you, I know.
There's no more that need be said
When I'm inching through your bed,
Take a look around instead and watch me go.

Stop there and let me correct it,
I wanna live a life from a new perspective.
You come along because I love your face,
And I'll admire your expensive taste.
And who cares divine intervention?
I wanna be praised from a new perspective.
But leaving now would be a good idea,
So catch me up i'm getting out of here.

It's not fair, just let me perfect it
Don't wanna live a life that is comprehensive,
'Cause seeing clear would be a bad idea,
Now catch me up im getting out of here.
So catch me up I'm getting out of here...


"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 draw this line and hope you'll take my side...

All of the pieces have fallen in place, creating the exact same scene, and tonight...I am the blindest of the blind.

Beacons from the night illuminating the sky, they stand aligned. The wind inside blows turning all to white, as I pull my scarf tight. Blurring my sight the time speeds by, keeping me in line. Might the dreams I only dream come to be mine?

It’s hard to write love songs when you’re bound from soul to wrists, but getting what I what need always comes before getting what I wish. So i’m seeking some escape and giving into total depravity, and I’m  running down my hallways, while pacing in the dark, hoping for some stumbling block to finally end this heart.

But why should I listen to the kettle call me black, while I’m standing in line for a heart attack?

I’ll be the first to admit I’ve predicted the path incorrectly, but it’s not my fault I was chosen as the navigator.

"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..."

Don't follow that yellow brick road...

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

Cuz I’m always looking for a reason to frown

And maybe if you remember why I love you

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

I've had alot of things in my life the past few weeks point me back in the direction that I once thought I was traveling in.  

In reality...i've lost a bit of my original vision...

So...

Joyful living...Here I come...

To celebrate...I made a list of things I like. :P

Here it is...

My sisters

My Parents

My Grandparents

My Aunt & Uncle

My Cousins

Friends who never forget you’re there

Friends who are witty

Friends who are giddy over autotune

Friends who are so sincere that they’re abrasive

Running through the mud barefoot

Big cities at Christmas time.

Cold drinks without ice

The smell after a thunderstorm

The smell of cut grass

Being read to…

Running after dark

Ultimate Frisbee

Catching fireflies

Groves which possess an abundance of fireflies

Dlibert
Pearls Before Swine!
The Big Book of Bunny Suicides
Calvin & Hobbes!
Wading in the river during the summer

Conversations had while sitting in a tree

Closing my eyes and leaning against the wind

Staring at fires which light dark spaces

Bright sunsets

Heavy Rain

Swimming

Quiet Conversation

Meaningful Conversation

Humorous Conversation

Jelly Beans

People who give me jelly beans

Surprise Visits

The sweat on my brow

The words on this page...

The glimmer in his eyes...
The smile on her face...

The sound of the mandolin

Passionate Music!

New Music!

Clever Lyrics

Music Like This http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1W4EMgyVWk&feature=related

And this… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iX3jR5TmbPI

People who think like this… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWt8hTayupE

My Job

Eating out of bowls

Driving

Long, one on one walks

The feeling I get after beasting down homework!

Elephants

Colourful fish

Being by myself…but not for more than an hour at a time.

Intriguing questions

Waterfalls

Cloud patterns at night

Seeing my breath

Grey December nights with heavy wind and blowing snow

Ice sickles

Crying

Moonbasking

And many more things…I’ll think of later…

"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..."

Took the words right out of my mouth...

 Yes.


"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..."

You and God both got the guns, and when you shoot I think I'd duck...

Oh yes...

I'm in a Panic!

(NEXT DAY EDIT)

After listening to the entire record once...I think this is my favorite song, lyrically, musically, and especially atmospherically ...course I have yet to let the slower songs sink in.



 "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..."

Pick up your feet now boy, faster than love...

"This is how we know that we belong to the truth and how we set our hearts at rest in His presence: If our hearts condemn us, we know that God is greater than our hearts, and He knows everything. Dear friends, if our Hearts do not condemn us, we have confidence before God and receive from Him anything we ask, because we keep His commands and do what pleases him. And this is His command: to believe in the name of His Son, Jesus Christ, and to love one another as he commanded us. The one who keeps God’s commands lives in Him, and He in them. And this is how we know that He lives in us: We know it by the Spirit He gave us."

 - 1 John 3:19-24

I'm gonna start living my life by this, just you wait and see.

"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..."

Schemata

I really want someone to read to me...I would enjoy it alot. :)

"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 keep actions in the attics, to see cameras in the sky...

         

       Let all who write off punk rock as unintelligent noise be silenced in the wake of Rise Against’s latest album, Endgame. First formed in Chicago, Illinois in 1999, Rise Against still stand as one of the most provocative bands to appear on the scene. Their status remains unchallenged, not only because of their undeniable classic punk spirit, but also because of the bands actions on and off stage. As active supporters of PETA and straight edge lifestyles, the members of Rise Against remain extremely active and honest in their personal and political beliefs, allowing their music to act as one method by which their message is carried.

             

       The politically aware, melodic hardcore quartet have returned to the scene with their sixth manifesto, a album powered by more high octane anthems of socio-economic outrage. Set to the iconic vocal of front man, Tim Mcllrath, the band finds itself inhabiting a musical headspace akin to their previous outing Appeal to Reason, and musically there is not much difference between the two records. However, as they often say, “If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it!” If nothing else, Rise Against have polished their signature sound a bit after the dust collected during touring. On Endgame, the tunes are still driven by the razor sharp riffs of Zach Blair and driving beats of Brandon Barnes sitting behind the drum kit.

          

             As any Rise Against fan can attest to, the band excels at crafting upbeat punk music with a knack for catchy melodies, without losing any of the sleek brutality for which punk music is known. Yet In the myriad of punk bands, Rise Against still possess a signature twist in their writing which sets them apart. By utilizing well placed time shifts, the group adds energy to their civic rants, creating a touch of the melodramatic in their music. This familiar dynamic is employed on Endgame on such tracks as “Help Is on the Way” and “Satellite” where a melodic shift from minute major melodies to a darker, droning minor tone is applied. The former of these two (as well as the first single) gives listeners the ability to engage in the emotion and power of Mcllrath’s message as the jumpy lead guitar riff shifts into a slower brood.

          

              Another strength of Endgame can be found in the lyricism which the band puts forth. Where many punk bands don’t take the time to craft careful poetic phrases in their music, Rise Against place a lot of emphasis on their message which ultimately brings their lyrical quality above many of their contemporaries. With violent poetry Mcllrath, croons “That’s why we stick to your game plans and party lives, but at night we’re perspiring by candlelight. We are the orphans of the American dreams. Oh shine your light on me!” on “Satellite” truly painting his disgust with current day issues. Meanwhile on such tracks like “Survivor Guilt” the singer echoes the words of a deceased soldier, questioning the value of fighting for a country which will soon pass in lines such as “Carry on, don't mind me. All I gave was everything and yet you ask me for more. Fought your fight, bought your light, In return I lost my life. What purpose does this serve?” Where Tim Mcllrath does not overly rely on profanity to carry his songs, he doesn’t shy away from cursing several times on both “Architects” and “Survivor Guilt” preventing me from getting enthusiastic about those particular songs. Yet for the remainder of the album, the lyrics paint a desperate and angry scene of civil unrest and revolution, yet always end with the hope of change, leaving a place for reform.

             

             Ultimately, the downfall of Endgame is found in its inability to stand out in comparison to anything outside of Rise Against’s previous work. Though dynamic and energetic within the Rise Against camp, Endgame suffers from a predictability which is enjoyable to a degree but doesn’t shine brighter in terms of progression.  Listeners will certainly have fond memories of Appeal To Reason as they listen to each cut of this album, but will find themselves longing for tracks such as “Savior”, “The Dirt Whispered”, or “Audience of One” and will probably switch back to that record sometime before they even finish one revolution of Endgame, which doesn’t particularly make for an incredibly memorable album. However, fans of the group's sound and previous work will find this an aspect easy to overlook.

           

            Being the band’s sixth studio album in 20 years, it is refreshing to see a group remaining solid in what they have determined to be their sonic strengths. The demand to constantly deliver quality material is a pressure within the alternative scene today, and fans are never easy to please. However naysayers will be hard pressed to downplay the ever present passion in Rise Against’s current studio outing. If you’re suddenly caught in the middle of downtown setting fire to government property, just say, “Mcllrath made me to do 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..."

Never Re-decide.

               I’m running ahead, outracing the thunder while the storm still approaches. Stripping away some sense of dignity as the wind blows sharply and the river overflows. Honest, cross my heart, I'm listening. "Please speak..."

               Sometimes the best way to say something is aggressively. No words short of the abrasive will properly convey all that passion in it's immaculacy demands.  In earnest purity, a call is made leaving every other sentiment behind. No matter how loud wrong screams, and no matter how malicious, it is still inaccurate. Honor will always remain victorious in it's very existence, for it is eternal. All the while the simple are fighting fire with fire and rewarding peace with peace, making for a perfect Friday.

              Yet amidst all the empty words, one can't help but wonder at the panoply in a world filled with kind eyed snakes and dazzling wizardry. Inside of an afternoon the world revolves a bit more and the sparkling sidelines begin to fade, leaving something to be desired. A question can only be asked so many times before becoming white noise, which no one ever notices. Now's the time to back off.

              Can’t you see this is just another stream of consciousness? Another high paced mental leap, one that Freud could never predict. All the while...I can't get over this nagging feeling that something is changing. But hey...who said ever said change was inevitable? I guess I'm just oblivious. So now I’m giving apathy it’s full due for making me like this. No one ever told me just how to cope, cus it's hard to write love songs when you’re bound from soul to wrists.

             Meanwhile, most of us are really just flipping lucky pennies into a dark hallway and hoping for a "heads up." Seems like the coin is never friendly these days, but then again it never was. Just a ghost of a chance, and a simple life's stance inside the rubble of an ever present question...

 

 "Will I ever come around?"

"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..."

Dooda-dit-dooda, dit-dooda-dit-dooda!

Today was a good day. No gettin' around it. Here's the documentation to prove 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..."

Author of the Moment, Can You Tell Me, Do I End Up Happy?

           The Wind was a poet, and a reckless one at that. Each day at daylight he proceeded to rhyme and theorize until his own heart could stand it no longer. Despite this dangerous habit, all who came to know him admired him for his skill (for it was a gift), and held him in high regard. Showing no ill-will to any creature, The Reckless Wind would compose sonnets for the bumblebees as they went about their work. Dancing about on his heels, he would sing epics to the trees as they swayed in his rhythmic steps. Welcoming the afternoon as a dear friend, and sending the evening off with a fond farewell, there was no want for companionship in his melodic life.

                Yet, the composer was lonely, for he was in love, and as all lovers are at some point, he felt a longing for that which he could not obtain. Though he recklessly scored the world around him with an endless cadence, always the Reckless Wind would save his sweetest rhymes for the Pure Moon. Every night at twilight, she would rise to cast her lovely beams upon his face as he would whisper his cleverest limericks in her ear. Though they spent each night in blissful companionship, as all good things do, their time together would often come to an end far too swift; the moon’s brother, the Jealous Sun, would rise driving the wind back to his wandering and forcing the two lovers apart. Despondent, the Reckless Wind would travel many miles, the face of his beloved ever dancing before his eyes, and always he pondered how he might end such conflict.

                This rash cycle of joy and despair continued for many years, interminably and without any direct confrontation until one fateful night which changed the poor poet’s life forever. As the Reckless Wind coasted down the soft sand in a place near the sea, the night was swiftly approaching. As any lover can attest to, the wind was anxious beyond belief, expecting the appearance of his beloved. Though not an entirely unpleasant feeling, one can certainly never call such a feeling one of comfort. It feels much the same as one feels before rising to address a very large crowd, or when shaking hands with some very prominent person, or perhaps how one might even feel when speaking to one’s grandfather, though these be poor comparisons. The heart leaps in the chest with such ferocity, bursting at its seams, and crying out for relief from the pressure of anxious anticipation. Yet at the same time, one feels such a sense of inadequacy to address the coming circumstance that intelligible speech, much less conscious thought becomes nigh-impossible. The entire world suddenly becomes a rounded endeavor in which all ideas and objects begin to flow together in one seamless dream in which the slightest of discomforts and irritations have no place. Upon the singular person of the admirer’s sweetheart does the whole of this universe proceed to revolve in a continuous quantum. Such was the feeling and atmosphere of the Reckless Wind as he prepared for the coming of his lover.

                However, when the evening finally arrived, cooling the earth after the heat of the day, the wind remained waiting through the entirety of the night. Patiently he waited for the Pure Moon, for he was in love and faithful as no lover has ever been, nor as any since will ever be. Softly he crooned to the waves, reciting his favorite rhymes just to pass the time…

“Just listen to the voice in my head

He’s telling me that you’re the common thread.

The questions I ask, trailing behind

They over take me as I unwind.

As we avoid the truth, and our right minds

The planet turns and the stars align

You ask me how I am and I reply.

A constellation forms between you and I…”

                Constantly, the Reckless Wind questioned her eclipse, but never once doubted her resolve. Patiently he waited as the stars danced above, sweeping across the vaulted sky in their tribal rituals. As morning approached, the Reckless Wind had, by this time, become very anxious in his wonder and confusion. It was as the dancing troupe made their final departure from the heavens, and the jealous sun began to awake, that

the reckless poet caught the smallest of the stars so as to inquire as to the source of his dilemma.

                “Please, little one. In your many travels this evening, have you seen my lover? She is delicate, with eyes as deep as the summer. In the sky she glides upon God’s precipice. Her mantle is pale, and her presence of gentleness, but she has not met me here this night passing from my sight. Though I know her love is pure, her disappearance is highly irregular! Inspire of all your sanctions, could you shed some light on my passions?”

                The Young Starlet Child replied to his calling with wide eyes and voice forlorn. Her words brought no comfort to the anxious lover, for her attention was focused upon higher causes than that of the reckless poet.

                “If for purity you do seek, listen my son as I do speak. The sky stretches far, and the sky stays so near, some lovers stray, while others stand here. Wish not for the day to end, but search yourself for your dear friend. Through both the concrete and the abstract, find in yourself the strength to act. Inquire yourself of the Jealous Sun, not ‘till reconciled will your task be done.”

                In virtue was the Young Starlet Child contrived, and to virtue she looked, and nothing else. No cause separate of Utopia would enthrall such a hythloday to action.

               

                Dejected and drastic, The reckless poet was taken aback, suddenly uncertain of many things which he once understood, most of all in regards as to the whereabouts of his lover, he was desperately unsure. Despite this ambivalence, the Reckless Wind quickly began to theorize as to both cause and solution, and no matter which way he chose to describe his circumstance, all roads led to him, indeed taking the Young Starlet Child’s advice and inquiring as to the disappearance of his paramour; Inquiring of the Jealous Sun, himself.

                               

                And so, gathering every ounce of courage inhabiting the corners of his virtuous heart, The Reckless Wind approached the Jealous Sun at the break of day. To such sincerity and ardent devotion, even the most voracious of souls could not object to such a simple inquisition. The master of sky sat on his throne wearing a countenance numb, expressionless and still; yet when the composer of air approached he showed no fear.

                “My bright comrade, you know why I have come. Seeking that which was not, for my love is lost beyond my thought. Tell me now where she has gone, flying by night, as the sky stretches on. By grace and grave, the shipwrecked and smuggler, I know that it be not for sake of another. Save for your command given from atop your seat so grand.”

                Grave was the Jealous Sun’s expression as he listened to the Reckless Wind’s questions, and silent were his eyes. Yet patient was he, and calculating were his thoughts. Swift was his reply and curt was his speech, when the Jealous Sun finally spoke.

                “You’re earnest I can see, but your stories I still don’t believe. You amongst these souls, lack any form of control. My sister I have hidden away, eclipsed until I decide a day, when she might again rest in your arms, truly beloved and safe from all harm. Prove to me your words and thoughts for you have naught but youth, your foreign state of confusion is no longer safe, for your home is now in pursuit. Send for the light that lives in the north, she can cleanse you thenceforth. Your time grows short and so take heed, take the road less traveled by lovers indeed. Patience is key and separation is certain, through danger you must pass and then you will learn…”

                It was with these words that the Jealous Sun remained resolute in his purpose and sent the Reckless Wind away with few more answers than he had arrived with.

                Distraught, the Reckless Wind continued to wander, what had the Jealous Sun meant in his admonition? Such a duty fell ambiguous upon the poet’s ears. Cryptic was the path set before him, and fractured the road, yet in search of his love, he ploughed north with tears in his eyes, and questions in his heart. Over rock and ridge his swift steps took him, constantly in search of the light which would satisfy his charge and return his amore. Within the evergreen forests and across mighty rivers, beyond amber plains, and through driving rain the Reckless Wind traveled until he came to the very foot of the mountains. It was here that he collapsed, cold and tired amongst the rolling foothills, still sweeping onwards.

                When the Reckless Wind came to his senses, he found himself flowing down over the mountains passing through the trees, caressing each leaf as he sped by. He breathed the sweet valley morning and tasted the velveteen sky, leaving no scent untouched. Despite the ache in his heart, the poet found his soul beginning to soar amidst the beautiful landscape which now surrounded him. His core was moved so much that he burst into a joyful song, filling the air with his whimsy…

“ If I knew how to fly away from here,

Where stories are heard all the time,

And dreams are fished from deep sea brine,

I’d be there to stay.

The air would be filled with life at night,

No one could help but to sing,

While the placed their songs on wing,

Cuz they’re reminded of better days.”

               

                With a song on his lips and light in his murky eyes, he continued to travel the airwaves like an angel of interest, casting a gentle breeze across the blades of grass which swayed in time with his rhythms. A flock of sparrows drifted by his side and began to harmonize with his composition. Meanwhile a cardinal led the melody, dancing amongst the measures and leading each bar with his melodious solo. Such were the Reckless Wind’s companions as he continued northward. However, as the miles increased and the days of his travel began to blend together, the ground below his footsteps became colder, and the atmosphere sparse. Shorter were the daylight hours now, and bare was the landscape which met the Reckless Wind’s smoky vision, Soon all the world was bathed in a silver shimmer, as snow covered mountains began to rise higher on each side of the Reckless Wind’s path. Crystal glaciers pervaded the horizon on every side, where the sky, capacious in it’s expanse and reaching to the very corners of this life. Clear it was, and dark. So dark was the sky such that as the wind looked upon it he could taste the very tip of its immense girth. Amidst the expanse, islands of diamond gleamed, floating on frozen seas of glass. Softly would the wind coast about their aerial pinnacles, caressing each icy shaft with winter’s care. Like a mother gazes upon a beloved child’s face, would the Reckless Wind gaze upon such wonders, for each was his kin.

               “Certainly this must be the North, it’s all I’ve ever hoped for! No more could a breeze wish for such things. Truly is this the home of kings! Here I may find the northern lights as they dance amongst the heights. Here will my hope be restored to me. Now will be decided all that would ever be!” And find the northern lights he did indeed. Not but after a day of living amongst the frost did the Reckless wind find that which he sought. As twilight drew nigh, and the sky raged clear, the wind sat himself down to rest upon the water. Tenderly did he bathe his smooth fingers amongst the chilly ocean’s vast folds rustling the water’s surface. It was then that he cast his eyes to the sky with longing, and he met with a sight such as that he had never seen before.

                Blazing across the sky like a silvery estuary flowing down from her source near heaven’s embankment, an argent stream of light coursed across the deepening vault. Looping amidst her empyrean beacons were deep shades of azure and viridian, outlined in the deepest of crimson. Sterling starlets were cast throughout her aqueous figure, drifting about as schooners on a pale sea. Each possessed a wispy green sail, traversed by wafts of royal rills. An amber mist left over from the summer morning surrounded the celestial vapors. Swaying to and fro, the golden haze reminded the Reckless Wind of dawn in late August, calling to mind the sounds of rippling rivers, and crying herons as they hunted in the underbrush. Music filled the air congregating upon the loam, ever swelling and changing about the poet. One moment the sound of a thousand violins could be heard echoing about the canyons, the next sounding a chorus of bull-frogs taking their midsummer solstice. Hastily did the Great Lights move across their domain, casting such a feeling of abundant paucity upon the Reckless Wind that he could do no more than stand in awe of the great scene before him. Such was the ethereal allure of the Aurora Borealis, or has it been since said.

                Never before had the Reckless Wind seen anything of the sort, and as he gazed upon her magnificent brilliance before him, his heart leapt and his soul began to soar for he had found what which he sought!

                “Jubilation free! Could this be that which I seek? The Northern Lights are before my eyes, and I shall see my love ‘er the Jealous Sun rise.”

                Yet his joyous elations were suddenly cut short and all music ceased. As he gazed on in wonder and hopeful adoration, he began to take notice of that which had previously passed him by. Unbeknown to the composer of air, ominous storm clouds had began to gather on each side of the horizon, bringing with them the chilling rain of the North and stinging ice. In the face of such dangers, the tall mountains quaked in their roots as the sable rivers hid their delicate faces. Even the Great Light quailed in her path across the heavens. Violently did the rain and Ice berate the Great Light as she progressed, grasping at her sides and tearing her flesh. Quickly the very beauty which once ruled the sky became scattered about the endless void. Urgently she glanced about the earth for one who might deliver her from the storm’s onslaught. It was then that she noticed the Reckless Wind.

                “Help me child! Save me from this dangerous gale! I may seem grand and beyond reach but my life is frail! Find it within yourself to rescue me, and I will be in your debt, though I am weak. You cannot sit idly by, nor remain there and question why,”

                Confused, the Reckless Wind watched the Great Light under attack by the weather so strong; and confused, he searched for an action he might take. Never before had such fear grasped him, and never again would he be called upon to meet such a calling. Though he did not himself know it, the defining moment of his entire life was upon him, and his time was growing short. So it was, as the Reckless Wind closed his begrimed eyes, that he began to swell about in a stronger gale than he ever had before. Swifter now were his rhythmic steps and stronger was his melody. Grim became his demeanor and turbulent were his blasts. Surging high above the ground where once a young zephyr stood, now a mighty tempest raged.

                Whistling past sea and sound, the Reckless Wind rose in the air to meet the oncoming storm. As the two monstrosities approached each other, the air tingled with potency and the very sky began quiver. As The Reckless Wind faced the coming invasion, the vast heavens themselves folded aside in his path. It was with a clap of lightning that the two powers collided in the sky, each raging in order to gain some ground. For hours on end the two were locked into an endless struggle neither willing to give way to the other. Just as the Reckless Wind would push forward, the coming storm would seep in underneath his feet, bursting the glaciers lying beneath. Around their struggling forms whirled streams of ice and water caught up and tossed about in their efforts. All the while, the Great Light looked on, growing in admiration and esteem. Constant was each in their resolution, and powerful were their wills, yet so strong was the storm that even Father Time himself would have been irresolute as to the outcome, Yet as the wise so often say, it is truly he with the greater cause who triumphs in the end, and what did the Wind have to lose but true love? As he struggled, always was the face of the Pure Moon before the poet’s eyes, all about his station could he feel her lovely beams cast about his frame, and he was filled with strength. Every second his sight became clearer, his efforts grew cogent, and his will thrived. With one final burst of summer’s breath, the Reckless Wind silenced winter in its calloused raging and sent it farther north to those places where none have yet ventured.

                His duty fulfilled and the danger abated, the Reckless Wind returned to the ground, exhausted. All about him rang the applause of all creation. Tall mountains creaked in admiration, while the sable waters below leaped in excitement, even the Great Light herself could not help but shine the brighter because of his victory.

                As he gasped for breath, the Reckless Wind dimly saw before him the Great Light as she descended, bathing him in sharp colours and cradling his weary head in her rays. Softly she spoke to him words of wisdom and insight.

                “ You have traveled in search of the unknown, that deep history. You left your home seeking beyond your plateau, all love’s mysteries. It is love you shall have at the end of this day, inside every thought though hell should bar your path in every way, you’ve found what you sough. It's not enough, just to abstain, though it costs your freedom, to see others free. Till Christ returns, as I remain, Lord, let not chivalry die with thee, for your time has come now, my dearest friend, though neither you nor your breeze can be an island…”  With such words, the Great Lights comforted him and carried him home, far to the south where his true heart would forever dwell amongst the trees.

                        And the rest, as they so often say, is history. Though as vibrant as ever, the Reckless Wind was now, not so reckless. Again would the Tranquil Wind dance among the woodlands, and sing to the bees as they gathered their stores.. His poetry ever unfolding before him, still showing no creature any ill-will. Welcoming the afternoon as a dear friend, and sending the evening off with a fond farewell, there was no want for companionship in his melodic life. Again would he speak to the starlet children, guiding them with council sweet, and many times would visit the Great Lights of the North. Again would he approach the Jealous Sun with honor in his eyes, and integrity clothing his name, and again did he see his love. Never did she again leave him, for always do fidelity, passion, ardor and devotion have their accolade. Always the Tranquil Wind would save his sweetest rhymes for the Pure Moon. Every night at twilight, she would rise to cast her lovely beams upon his face as he would whisper his cleverest limericks in her ear. It was then that the poet would spend each night in paradisaical esprit, married to the Pure Moon. May such love forever flourish.

Inspiration Playlist!

Something Beautiful – Needtobreathe

I’ve Got This Friend- The Civil Wars

Happily Ever After- He Is We

Island- Mainstay

That’s Amore – Dean Martin

Name- Goo Goo Dolls

Istillfeelher, Part III – Jonny Craig

Miss Nothing- The Pretty Reckless

Waiting – We Are The Ocean

Northern Downpour- Panic! At The Disco

Best Is Yet To Come- Red

"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..."

Elbows and knees, elbows and knees!

Thank you God for giving me some of these....



...otherwise I'd be dead right now. :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..."

This is still unresolved... :P

Cameron: (HACK COUGH WHEEZE)

  WHAAAAAAHT!?!??!?!?

 me: Cam?

 Cameron: YOU LIKE NEEDTOBREATHE!?!?!??!?!

 me: are you okay?

  yesss>

  ?

 Cameron: i THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!?!?!?!??

 me: is that a problem?

  you don't like needtobreathe?

 Cameron: THIS IS TWILIGHT ALL OVER AGAIN!?!?!?!?

  GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12:27 PM NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

 me: why not?

 Cameron: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

  (fuming)

  I... put up with twilight, I put up with TFK

12:28 PM me: i happen to think they're great songwriters and have really catchy tunes...I would like an honest, decent, down to earth explanation as to why you despise them?

  and TFK for that matter :P

 Cameron: ...I PUT UP WITH DMB FOR PETE'S SAKE

 me: and DMB

  :P

 Cameron: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

  sigh

  collecting myself

 me: :P

 Cameron: (or trying)

 me: Laughing*

12:29 PM Cameron: alright

 me: and I don't like twlight that much...

  they were fun when I read them...but I've moved on...

 Cameron: YOU READ ALL OF THEM!?!?!??!?

 me: yeah like...3 years ago.

 Cameron: WHAT!?!?!?!?!?

  HOW... THIS IS...

12:30 PM me: on the suggestion of a fine young lady that I know...

 Cameron: oh.

 me: they were enjoyable...

  back before they were huge...

 Cameron: that is different

  oh well, whatever

 me: anyway

  Needtobreathe?

 Cameron:yes, them

  well, to start with, they are terrible

12:31 PM add that to the fact that the guy cannot sing, and you have a disaster

 me: because they're southern rock?

 Cameron: they are not rock

  the are the sou/gospel eqivelent

12:32 PM me: are too...they're just not nu-metal/symphonic/skillet/red type stuff

 Cameron: would you want him to sing an acoustic version of any song they sign?

  *sing

 me: who Needtobreathe?

 Cameron: yup

12:33 PM me: sure... I'd love to hear a minimal version of "Don't wait for daylight"

 Cameron: (sigh)

  I really thought better of you, Tyler

  one of your talents and experience

 me: http://www.google.com/search?ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&sourceid=navclient&gfns=1&q=don%27t+wait+for+daylight

 Cameron: should have easily picked out how sad that bad is

 me: no my friend...the kings of leon's new record is bad

 Cameron: and I refuse to click that link

 me: Needtobreathe is not :P

  haha

12:34 PM fair enough

  to each his own.

  I stand by Bear Rineheart and his songwriting..

 Cameron: next you will tell me you like taylor swift

 me: come on..

  you like the newsboys

 Cameron: so?

  they are aussies

  they were REAL

 me: I think they're pretty uncreative/corney :P

 Cameron: you see, tyler

12:35 PM everything the newsboys did has been redone. They point is they INVENTED it

  they were first

  they were the best at their time

  they wrote a ton of classic, solid stuff

12:36 PM entertaining angels, million pieces, stay strong,

  if you only are talking about what klove plays of them

  then you are right, though

 me: The Newsboys had influences just like everyone else.

 Cameron: but they were their own

 me: and so is Needtobreathe :P

 Cameron: just like there was nothing like comatose before skillet made it

  now you have fools like

  say

  manic drive

 me: Skillet didn't do the comatose sound first...

 Cameron: trying to mimic them

12:37 PM and yes they did

 me: nooo.

  Epica has been doing that same thing since 1991

 Cameron: not

  even

  close

  they are rock opera

  symphonic rock os totally different

 me: not really..

 Cameron: yes it is

 me: You're arguements are folding back on themselves cam :P

 Cameron: is taylor swift any different from needto breathe?

12:38 PM me: sure

 Cameron: yes, one is country, the other is soul/gospel

 me: Needtobreathe is an alt rock/southern rock band...nothing to do with soul...

 Cameron: but if you listen to their songs next to each other, one night argue that they sound VERY similar

 me: only gospel they've got comes from their southern roots

 Cameron: which is soul haven

12:39 PM me: and they don't...lots of different lyrical content and insturmentation

  Needtobreathe has been comapred to a newage U2

  not taylor swift :P

 Cameron: needtobrethe... like... U2....

  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

 me: name 5 needtobreathe songs you've listened to

 Cameron: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA'

12:40 PM HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAH

  HIOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

  HEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

  (rolling on the floor

  )

 me: waiting for an answer to your question

 Cameron: um, your question

 me: indeed

 Cameron: and daylight is coming

12:41 PM washed by the water

  perfect? is it called

  no, soemthing beatiful

  and the rest I don't remember their names

  no do I care to

  lousy stuff

12:42 PM me: okay so you've heard two needtobreathe songs...

 Cameron: three

  and more

 me: Credibility to your arguements dropping.....

 Cameron: you can say that if it makes you feel better

 me: I shall

  I did :P

 Cameron: but the only reason you can is because I am on defensive and you are attacking

 me: ha

 Cameron: have it your way

12:43 PM me: he

  ho

  you can say that if it makes you feel better

  :P

 Cameron: i did

  eat it

 me: well my friend

  I think we're gonna have to disagree on this one...

 Cameron: NTB sucks

 me: seeing as we can't even argue on the same plane

  Fair enough.

  have your way...

 Cameron: like, SUCKS

12:44 PM me: It's stayin on mah ipod :)

 Cameron: I smell victory in the air

 me: which is quite an accomplishment

 Cameron: not anymore, it sin't

  *isn't

  sadly

  it can hang out with yellowcard, DWP

  DMB

  TFK

  all it stinkin wants

12:45 PM screw it

 me: victory is all in the mind of the soldier...however diluted it may be German proverb

 Cameron: "the bear who for sees the trap cannot be caught" russian proverb

12:46 PM me: "The bear who likes honey....underestimates the bees* - Whitedude provberb

 Cameron: "The bear who likes honey....underestimates the bees*" loser proverb

12:47 PM me: Judge...my opponet is using an ad-hominem logical fallacy...in the entirity of his argumentation

 Cameron: Do not remove a fly from your friends forehead by a hatchet: chinese proverb

 me: let us then examine whom is getting his head cut off :P

 Cameron: dear, diluted tyler, there is no judge, no rule book to save you

 me: MEEEEEEE!! AHHHHHHH

  I need no savin

 Cameron: no army of logic, nothing but what you and I jointly accept to be true

12:48 PM me: for you have not triumphed except in your own site

  good thing truth is not deterimed by what we agree upon

  :P

 Cameron: and you only in yours, friend

 me: i seek no triumph and therefor free myself from this conversation :P

 Cameron: good truth is something a fallen human is hard pressed to come up with, regardless of the circumstances

 me: tis the thrill of the debate which keeps me here :P

 Cameron: suit yourself

12:49 PM me: I usually do :P

 Cameron: I know

  I usually let you

 me: you're a good friend :)

 Cameron: except for Euker

 me: against this no one can speak

 Cameron: I never let you off in that

  it is my last stand

 me: is okay

  I can't play Euker

 Cameron: you can

 me: i'm bad at card games

 Cameron: I taught you

12:50 PM and card games involve a sort of logic not found in debate clubs, tyler

 me: card games involve probability...not logic...

  there's no persuasion in card games..

12:51 PM Cameron: ah, hahaha, that is where you fail

  for not only is probability wagered

  but also the logic of unearthing the logic behind the other player's movements

 me: that's not logic...

 Cameron: you must see what drives them

  it is not proability

  what is it, oh exalted one?

12:52 PM me: probablity treats all men equality

 Cameron: This does not

 me: # the branch of philosophy that analyzes inference
# reasoned and reasonable judgment; "it made a certain kind of logic"
# the principles that guide reasoning within a given field or situation; "economic logic requires it"; "by the logic of war"
# the system of operations performed by a computer that underlies the machine's representation of logical operations
# a system of reasoning
wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn

  yes because it is probablity coupled with skill

 Cameron: ah yes, now he draws from the liberal arts colleges to save him

 me: skill which I don't have :P

12:53 PM Cameron: dear tyler, how many of those professors would make good Euker players?

 me: I dunno I havn't met any of them

  and it's a dictionary

  not a professor

 Cameron: this skill requires logic

  my dear friend

 me: not logic as I am trained in

  it requires acute observation skills

 Cameron: but a distorted form that si applicable to the game

12:54 PM you must realize that every trade is simply learnign a new language

 me: you've got to remember logic's main purpose is for reasoning and persausiong

 Cameron: and once you have altered how you see things, you succeed

  where is that in the bible?

  oh exalted one?

 me: yeah well i've never been one for altering my sight.

 Cameron: I know

12:55 PM :D

 me: it's not...it's simple definitons of english words

 Cameron: neither of us are

 me: which is probably why we get along so welll

 Cameron: english is the ultimate authority of everything?

 me: nooo...but in order to use simple words...you have to understand their meaning

 Cameron: since when, oh exalted one?

 me: Dude

  even you have have got to play within the simple rules of language and it's definition

12:56 PM Cameron: this life is not simple, thus simple word do not give its pieces justice

 me: you can't through ALL authority to the wind..

  then you sir have no grounds upon which you can converse... in any fashion

  for you have discredited language itself

 Cameron: I have one

 me: all you got left is body language :P

 Cameron: what if there was another language that sums it more perfectly?

 me: which language is that?

 Cameron: what if english is lower than the rest?

 me: sign language doesn't count

12:57 PM Cameron: ah, dear tyler

 me: you've discredited the very nature of language as a whole not simply english

  so you lose

 Cameron: (and don't tell a deaf person I said this, but sign language is a take off of english

  )

  you are twisting what I said, oh exalted one

 me: stop calling me exahlted one :P

12:58 PM Cameron: you refered to language as simple, yet you only know of two languages, and as such that is all you made reference to

  I am speaking in a broader sense, such as say the tongue they use in heaven, and its perfection that we humans simply cannot comprehend

12:59 PM me: yes but I still have faith in language....you decreed all language to be inadequate for this life...therefor elimating all possible possibility of conversing ANd keeping your arguements/statements intact

 Cameron: you put your faith in what you only comprehend two of the thousands of its forms?

  dear tyler, why?

  why do you limit your resoning?

1:00 PM me: see by your own words you are continuing to fold back on your previouis statements

  this sir is not a discourse of logic....

  it must first follow limitations...

  if you were a debator....our rouns would be hillarious

 Cameron: I fall back on what I afirmed at the begining, and you consistently assult, oh exalted one

1:01 PM me: and what did you afirm at the beginning oh so consisent one?

 Cameron: it is called "consistentsy"

 me: pardon me

  i'm typing fast

 Cameron: I have no idea, and neither do you

 me: yes I do...

 Cameron: but as far as language goes

  I discredited english

1:02 PM me: you affirmed that you did not like Needtobreathe...and decided toattempt to convince me of my error

 Cameron: and you have afirmed its abilities, twisted what I said about language in general

 me: how we got here....is a good story

 Cameron: dear tyler

 me: then what disagreement regarding language do we still have?

 Cameron: I only attempted to make you realize my disapointment in your tastes

1:03 PM I don't know, you are the assulting force, tyler

 me: you're really good at changing sides in the midst of a disscussion....just a side note :P

1:04 PM You would make an Excellent debator....with some formal training

 Cameron: I said english does not necessarily animate what this world contains, in the context of our discussion of Eucher

 me: You must be the chosen one prophecied

  you'll bring order to CCA and NCFCA

 Cameron: ha. ha. ha.

  no thakn you

  you say what happened to Aniken

1:05 PM and I do not value the debate clubs high enough to die giving them balence

  only certain members of thier teams

 me: tis a shame

  you show

  so

  much

 Cameron: really?

 me: promise

  :P

 Cameron: I wonder what would have happened if aniken had so: oh well, I guess I am not a jedi. Later.

1:06 PM you know?

  would have been...

 me: yeah I catch ya

 Cameron: interesting

 me: hey I need to get some work done.... :P

  lovely chatting with you.

 Cameron: me too

  agreed

 me: Keep up the good work dude

  ;)

 Cameron: (a fine way to pull out of your defeat, I might add)

  later

 me: facepalm

1:07 PM you're hopeless

 Cameron: (you complement me, on saying I have promise, use work as an excuse to leave, and then say I am hopeless

  )

  pity

 me: Goodbye Cameron :)

 Cameron: what the inconsistent one said, yeah

  later

1:08 PM :D:D:D

"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..."