This is a song I wrote inspired by current
events and Psalm 46
Why do you fear, you who hope in the Lord?
These are the signs of His coming.
Walls fall down of great cities.
Great towers fall of the heathen.
Though these mountains are cast in sea.
I know my present and future is thee.
When I rise to the wailing of hell.
I will run to the Fortress to dwell.
My God. You are with us. (Voice 2)
You move with indignation.
The kingdoms here are shaken.
Oh the desolation!
The men of war are quaking.
Hear how they plead for peace.
You promised judgement.
Be still and know
that I, am, God
I will be exalted! I will be exalted! (2xs)
Among the nations, in the earth
the King who's coming, the last, the first (2xs)
My God. You are with us. (Voice 2)
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Burning for Love - a song
inspired by my brother meeting his fiance
...definitely not one of the nicest things I've written, and it's incomplete, but...
tattoos up her arms piercings in her face
she's searching for the one that no one can replace--
and he says she's beautiful
what lies had led her there, homeless unaware
she's always bringing on these random love affairs
and she says she's beautiful
sex on the ledge, sex on the edge
she tells you all her partners, you should have asked her legs
and they think she's beautiful
This world's not yours
nor your body
The time's not yours
it's unwinding
and when it ends
will you be friends
or somewhere burning
burning for love, burning for love
(added this verse after I recorded it, ha!)
he looked in her eyes, he never saw the time
just took her in to see, if sex was on her mind
and he thinks she's beautiful
This world's not yours
nor your body
The time's not yours
it's unwinding
and when it ends
will you be friends
or somewhere burning
burning for love, burning for love
burning for love, burning for love,
burning for love
Sorry about the muttering. I didn't want my brother to hear me:)
...definitely not one of the nicest things I've written, and it's incomplete, but...
tattoos up her arms piercings in her face
she's searching for the one that no one can replace--
and he says she's beautiful
what lies had led her there, homeless unaware
she's always bringing on these random love affairs
and she says she's beautiful
sex on the ledge, sex on the edge
she tells you all her partners, you should have asked her legs
and they think she's beautiful
This world's not yours
nor your body
The time's not yours
it's unwinding
and when it ends
will you be friends
or somewhere burning
burning for love, burning for love
(added this verse after I recorded it, ha!)
he looked in her eyes, he never saw the time
just took her in to see, if sex was on her mind
and he thinks she's beautiful
This world's not yours
nor your body
The time's not yours
it's unwinding
and when it ends
will you be friends
or somewhere burning
burning for love, burning for love
burning for love, burning for love,
burning for love
Sorry about the muttering. I didn't want my brother to hear me:)
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Thoughts, Not Poetry
Can you accept that God's not through with me yet?
It's not, you're saved and then abracadabra you're God-like
These are the many things about me that I cannot believe
I want to tell you the truth, but abracadabra I lied.
I want to be there for friends, but abracadabra I hide.
I want to do well in school, but abracadabra I procrastinate.
I want to love everyone, but abracadabra I hate
everyone that gets in my way, and takes my energy from my goals.
What have I learned from Love?
Be patient.
Be patient with the insincere liars, that aren't there for you when you need them, that are lazy with their work, and blame and hate you for it.
Be patient. I'm a work in progress. I will not pretend to be perfect,
and I do not expect you to be.
If everyone could just hold everyone to this standard - to forgive those that fall time and time again, just like you. There is heaven. There is a kingdom worth living in.
But, here are my false starts. Any suggestions on how not to be human?
I'm listening.
It's not, you're saved and then abracadabra you're God-like
These are the many things about me that I cannot believe
I want to tell you the truth, but abracadabra I lied.
I want to be there for friends, but abracadabra I hide.
I want to do well in school, but abracadabra I procrastinate.
I want to love everyone, but abracadabra I hate
everyone that gets in my way, and takes my energy from my goals.
What have I learned from Love?
Be patient.
Be patient with the insincere liars, that aren't there for you when you need them, that are lazy with their work, and blame and hate you for it.
Be patient. I'm a work in progress. I will not pretend to be perfect,
and I do not expect you to be.
If everyone could just hold everyone to this standard - to forgive those that fall time and time again, just like you. There is heaven. There is a kingdom worth living in.
But, here are my false starts. Any suggestions on how not to be human?
I'm listening.
Two Feet In Front of Me
My whole life was two feet in front of me
where I would decide to go
what I would decide to do
and who I would decide to listen to
from now--on
It's on, and I cannot focus on what I need to do
These pixels are perfect
Not a reflection of the users at all
Two feet in front of me lies my life
In a basement, undisclosed
Closed off rather
"Do Not Disturb"
I'm trying to make something out of nothing,
or pixels, same thing right?
Two feet in front of me.
Don't have time to listen to your problems.
I'm trying to fix my own. I'm sure Google knows...
how to fix a life,
half-lived
I've only moved two feet towards what I can give
The rest is lost in memories, digital photos of the places
I've gone
The people
I've met
The past, but what of the becoming--
isolated?
Two feet in front of me,
what a wonderful gift
to go
to an online chatroom and find neighbors across the world
can't stand the ones across the street
right?
The ones through the lines have an airbrushed illusion of me
that they admire
I thought I'd love it. I hate it.
I've only shared my good, but I expect them to know my failure.
Are we done pretending?
So I'm taking my two feet, stuffed neatly beneath my desk, and I'm sitting here until I complete--
what I started. An accurate depiction of disconnect.
Response to Jim Rohn's talk "Turning Nothing Into Something"
where I would decide to go
what I would decide to do
and who I would decide to listen to
from now--on
It's on, and I cannot focus on what I need to do
These pixels are perfect
Not a reflection of the users at all
Two feet in front of me lies my life
In a basement, undisclosed
Closed off rather
"Do Not Disturb"
I'm trying to make something out of nothing,
or pixels, same thing right?
Two feet in front of me.
Don't have time to listen to your problems.
I'm trying to fix my own. I'm sure Google knows...
how to fix a life,
half-lived
I've only moved two feet towards what I can give
The rest is lost in memories, digital photos of the places
I've gone
The people
I've met
The past, but what of the becoming--
isolated?
Two feet in front of me,
what a wonderful gift
to go
to an online chatroom and find neighbors across the world
can't stand the ones across the street
right?
The ones through the lines have an airbrushed illusion of me
that they admire
I thought I'd love it. I hate it.
I've only shared my good, but I expect them to know my failure.
Are we done pretending?
So I'm taking my two feet, stuffed neatly beneath my desk, and I'm sitting here until I complete--
what I started. An accurate depiction of disconnect.
Response to Jim Rohn's talk "Turning Nothing Into Something"
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
A Day of Turning
This is my salty deliverance
work for work's sake
a length of days I do not look for
everything builds to nothingness
I'm searching for certainty
But, I think this time is passing,
I think this time is ending so,
I live
Measures of times in bliss
Attack my memory
the torture--every morning of good dreams
to wake to this mystery,
doubting I was asleep
This fantasy, this dream, must be this decaying
substance that stares at me, from sunken sodden eyes
I dream I'll wake again in eternity
to find the whispering mind
not the words spoken
were true
This is my detestable time of labor
It does not end
God inhales, we sleep.
"Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit. Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away." James 4:13-14
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