sometimes i don't understand this living life with other people thing.
sometimes i am shown up. sometimes i am shown down.
sometimes i do not show up at all but i wish i was there instead of here.
because here i am stuck on top of this glass box, staring down at these people who think they are free.
our minds are our own, let us use them to be filled with our hearts!
to be taken away
from a society who tells us it's all about
"me!"
and over to
"soul".
love. one another. more than you love yourselves.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
skyflyer
no matter what challenges are in front of you
face them
try something you're afraid of
live life now
that's an idea worth spreading.
-chris colwell
face them
try something you're afraid of
live life now
that's an idea worth spreading.
-chris colwell
Thursday, November 3, 2011
don't tell me what to post
post this my friends
i mean, eat it. with all you are.
we are all the 99%
the marginalized
the few
the one who has suffered
the most.
until we realize this
we are all the
1%
the rest of the world
angrily shouting
"hey! i didn't get mine!"
and the ones taking from our neighbors
instead of giving
closing our doors and the minds of our children
and our hearts
and shutting the mouths
that ask to be fed
the souls, nourishing
walking past the majority who wants
just a moment
of our
time
so precious to us we couldn't possibly stop
because when we do
our reality crumbles
and the walls fall down
into a heap like a costume
sliding to the floor
and we have to
care
about
the 99%
and we are all it.
"he has told you, o man, what is good;
and what does the lord require of you
but to do justice, love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your god?"
-the book of micah, chapter 6, verse 8
i mean, eat it. with all you are.
we are all the 99%
the marginalized
the few
the one who has suffered
the most.
until we realize this
we are all the
1%
the rest of the world
angrily shouting
"hey! i didn't get mine!"
and the ones taking from our neighbors
instead of giving
closing our doors and the minds of our children
and our hearts
and shutting the mouths
that ask to be fed
the souls, nourishing
walking past the majority who wants
just a moment
of our
time
so precious to us we couldn't possibly stop
because when we do
our reality crumbles
and the walls fall down
into a heap like a costume
sliding to the floor
and we have to
care
about
the 99%
and we are all it.
"he has told you, o man, what is good;
and what does the lord require of you
but to do justice, love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your god?"
-the book of micah, chapter 6, verse 8
silent conversation
it dings
and sings
a fresh hope
into your heart.
you pick it up
and open the words
and show the world your smile
as it's sender sees naught
eagerly anticipate
as you wait
what the message might say.
delight fills the room as
your grin once more alights
on a tune
to the phrase you read
silly.
harmless lip health.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
a door is not a window. unless it is.
do you see this
fierce
icy cold
piercing
determined
HOPE
in my eyes?
do you feel this
beat
smooth as the wind is strong
round the corner of my steering wheel
JOY
pushing out my fingertips?
do you know this
jesus
kinda prayer breathing
life as a step and another
LOVE
fleshing out this journey?
do you?
it is consuming me.
fierce
icy cold
piercing
determined
HOPE
in my eyes?
do you feel this
beat
smooth as the wind is strong
round the corner of my steering wheel
JOY
pushing out my fingertips?
do you know this
jesus
kinda prayer breathing
life as a step and another
LOVE
fleshing out this journey?
do you?
it is consuming me.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
all the other steps
what if we could
go backwards
through time.
let's say we could.
all the steps we took
the clunks
and jerky
unsure
movements we made.
all the final runs we ran and jumps
we thought through
then lept into.
all those places we went on our own two feet.
or
did we
?
but now the ungraceful has
been redeemed
the moves and
nervous trips
have come to pass as
glides
down the school hallway in elementary
and it is.
for when we go backwards through time
we come to where we are.
go backwards
through time.
let's say we could.
all the steps we took
the clunks
and jerky
unsure
movements we made.
all the final runs we ran and jumps
we thought through
then lept into.
all those places we went on our own two feet.
or
did we
?
but now the ungraceful has
been redeemed
the moves and
nervous trips
have come to pass as
glides
down the school hallway in elementary
and it is.
for when we go backwards through time
we come to where we are.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
control
who knows how many more
sunsets i will see.
5,000?
or
5?
who knows how many more times i can hear people compliment me like waves on the beach
while also not wishing the sand they carried back out with them was staying with me?
being raised to be aware of others, i now cannot figure out how to be fully aware of myself.
(there are greater problems, do not worry, i will not stop here).
however, i seem to have no problem putting others ahead of myself except when it comes to romantic love. i will not let go; i never have. i am afraid of it, so it controls me. this thing that should be so glorious and beyond a depth i have ever driven!
instead
i wear a trench coat
and dark glasses and one of those ugly floppy hats.
to hide away from it, blend in with the masses; i am ok, i am fine by myself.
i cannot hide much longer though.
my heart is telling me
'enough.'
it pangs so hard, so often, more than ever before.
'stop holding me back.'
it says.
'just give him a chance! or, him!'
and it clamors to be heard
'if you try to squelch me again, next time it will hurt worse. but not nearly as much, you see, because you will have shut it out. sooner or later you will numb me entirely, and the frozen
nub
of me left will hit the ground, never to be moved again. and that will hurt the worst you see, because you won't feel a thing at all. to pain is to live, to agonize is part of love, part of the same beat that skips with delight at the thoughts of he
that loves you.
no promise comes without sacrifice.
give me up.'
and it is good. amen.
sunsets i will see.
5,000?
or
5?
who knows how many more times i can hear people compliment me like waves on the beach
while also not wishing the sand they carried back out with them was staying with me?
being raised to be aware of others, i now cannot figure out how to be fully aware of myself.
(there are greater problems, do not worry, i will not stop here).
however, i seem to have no problem putting others ahead of myself except when it comes to romantic love. i will not let go; i never have. i am afraid of it, so it controls me. this thing that should be so glorious and beyond a depth i have ever driven!
instead
i wear a trench coat
and dark glasses and one of those ugly floppy hats.
to hide away from it, blend in with the masses; i am ok, i am fine by myself.
i cannot hide much longer though.
my heart is telling me
'enough.'
it pangs so hard, so often, more than ever before.
'stop holding me back.'
it says.
'just give him a chance! or, him!'
and it clamors to be heard
'if you try to squelch me again, next time it will hurt worse. but not nearly as much, you see, because you will have shut it out. sooner or later you will numb me entirely, and the frozen
nub
of me left will hit the ground, never to be moved again. and that will hurt the worst you see, because you won't feel a thing at all. to pain is to live, to agonize is part of love, part of the same beat that skips with delight at the thoughts of he
that loves you.
no promise comes without sacrifice.
give me up.'
and it is good. amen.
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