If it is the truth you seek,
My eyes are clear as water.
And if it is strength you need,
My will is steel indeed.
And if it is tenderness,
My arms are soft and warm.
And if it is love, my dear,
My heart is a harbor in the storm.
If it is wisdom you yearn for,
Read the brail upon my mouth.
And when life leaves you cold,
Kiss the sunlight in my soul.
I am all of these things
For you, everything and more.
There is a song that inside me sings
A song I want you to hear.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Untitled II
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Untitled
Accepting love by faith—
It is not something for cowards.
I won’t lay down in safety
I won’t listen to their whispers
I will walk among the thorns
I will sing lions to sleep
How can I rest peacefully
When all of my blood is screaming?
There is something I believe in
And I will not stop until I reach you.
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Sunday, December 6, 2009
Dream in Red (lyrics)
Falling stars light up the sky
It's never too late to try.
And phoenix birds aren't scared of fire.
It's never too late to rise.
Lady, please don't cry.
Rest your aching head.
Others, they may dream in white
But you dream in red.
Flowers grow in garbage heaps.
It's never so much it'll make you sink.
When you live your life with passion and love,
You're bound to draw a little blood.
Lady, please don't cry.
Rest your aching head.
Others, they may dream in white
But you dream in red.
Others, they may dream in white
But you dream in red.
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I Must Walk Alone (lyrics)
The faith in your heart
Was beautiful and pure.
It moved me
Into wanting to know more.
Then you fooled me
Into walking with you.
The you schooled me
You taught me how to live and what to do.
But now I must walk alone.
There are things I must find out on my own.
And if you stand beside me,
You know I'll be grateful to you.
And if you leave me stranded,
You know I'll still do what I need to do.
I'm trying to find out who I am.
I'm trying to find my own way to stand.
I tried on
Religion and philosophy.
I tried on everything and everyone but me.
I was repressing
To satisfy and play a role
Then I started digressing
From the hot poker in my soul.
But now I must walk alone.
There's things I need to find out on my own.
And if you stand beside me,
You know I'll be grateful to you.
I hate to have to leave you,
But still I must do what I need to do.
I'm trying to find out who I am.
I'm trying to find my own way to stand.
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Friday, December 4, 2009
Wild Heart
I’m getting used to the sting in my eyes
The anchor in my stomach
And the sinister ticking of time.
The push and the pull of your wild heart
Sets me free
But makes me so tired
How long until you hold me?
I never knew that I could be so strong
That I could stand on a rock
That I could love you so long.
I'm holding this light all alone in the rain.
How long until you find me?
But there’s no use in standing here
Nauseous and wet
There’s no use in waiting
If I’ll never be met.
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
More Song Lyrics.
Shame.
Everybody talks to much.
Words are poison that can squander love.
Bitter phrases pierce your memories,
Diluting their purity.
Aint that a shame?
It's such a shame.
Nothing ever stays the same.
Everything must change.
People think they know it all.
About a million books could fill my walls
With ideas, concepts, rules, and thoughts.
It only proves that we all feel lost.
Aint that a shame?
Seems like a shame.
Do we really know anything?
Have we learned a thing?
The only thing worth fighting for
Is love that sings outside your door.
It's the only thing that stays when everything fades.
I found a pretty picture.
It captured our love that day.
I want to crawl inside it.
I want to live there eternally.
Aint that a shame?
It's such a shame.
You traded your love for pain...
All your love for pain.
You should trade pain for love.
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Easy Confidence
What's this at my feet?
It's hungry, un-fed fantasies.
No, I don't want to talk.
The rain is coming down in sheets.
I'd call you, but you're gone at the beach.
Anyway, I don't want to talk.
Your words of splendor and eloquence
Silver coated phrases of decadence
My heart is buried under the weight of your easy confidence.
I waited for your package to come.
It got delayed then never showed up.
Now I don't want to talk.
Waited at the station for hours
You said you'd meet me there, but instead you sent flowers.
No, I don't want to talk.
I don't want to talk.
Your words of splendor and eloquence
Silver plated phrases of decadence
My heart is buried under the weight of your easy confidence.
The dark peace of solitude has it's own beauty, I suppose
But so do you.
No I don't want to talk.
I don't want to talk.
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Monday, April 13, 2009
Red Pill
I had a dream the other night about that famous scene in the Matrix. You know, the famous red pill/blue pill scene... What a bizarre thing to dream about out of the blue. (No pun intended.) I felt moved by it so I wrote a little ditty.
Red Pill
I woke up with a pounding head
Feeling like a stranger in my own bed
I walk into empty places
All filled up with empty faces
And I wonder if there's a different life instead.
I'm doing what I can
To figure out who I am.
Have I relented to slavery?
They put it in a pretty package
And spoon fed me.
That's the way they condescend;
They make you think it's good for you
Until on it you depend.
I've gotta strike the root.
I've gotta figure out the truth.
I wonder just how deep it goes
I wonder what I really know
Am I willing to spend everything I have
To get it back?
I don't know.
I hold two paths in my hand
One represents the life I love
And one I don't understand.
Tell me, which way should I go?
Am I willing to unpave every path
And unearth every road?
Do I have the guts
To break every crutch?
I wonder just how deep it goes
I wonder what I really know
Am I willing to spend everything I have
To get it back?
I don't know.
I don't know.
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Dear Tennessee,
This is my voice
This is my song
This is my heart
And it aint wrong.
These are my dreams
These are my plans
Please just leave me be
If you can't take me for what I am.
I can't apologize
I can't run and hide
I can't compromise
Just what I am inside.
I can't play a role
And I can't pretend
So, please just leave me be
If you can't take me for what I am.
I've tried on religion
And philosophies
I've tried on everything
Everything but me.
I know that you don't like it
But I'll give it to you straight,
The life I used to live
Is now the one I've grown to hate.
Don't put me in a box
Please don't shut me out.
I don't want to offend you
Because that's not what I'm about.
Don't strong arm me
Into your point of view.
Don't do unto me
What I would never do to you.
I'm tired of being judged
I'm tired of feeling bad
I'm tired of dreaming about
A life that I don't have.
I'm going to go and get it
All the things I know are mine
Please just get out of my way
Because I'm running out of time.
This is my voice
This is my song
This is my heart
And it aint wrong.
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Multiplication
I've multiplied all the things said by
all the things done
and it's an empty sum
when actions are none.
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Sunday, April 5, 2009
Push Pops for me Please!
I hate being an adult. I hate paying bills, worrying about carbs, worrying about my car and other maintenance issues, going to work and being nice to people I don't like, curbing what I say to make sure it's always appropriate, and worrying about what extremity of mine may next become arthritic. I miss singing as loud as I want wherever I want with absolutely no regard to who was listening.
I want to eat as many bomb pops as I want. I miss when the summer felt like years long and a day actually felt like a day. I miss not wanting to go to sleep because I didn't want the day to end and waking up way too early because I was excited for the next day to begin. I miss being silly and saying whatever I want because I have and excuse..."I don't know any better." I miss all of my fears being curbed with a simple kiss on the forehead. I miss laughing a hundred times a day and thinking everything was safe and fun. When you're little you think that being an adult is just sort of something that happens one day. But then you become one and realize that you don't feel like one at all. I don't want to be 27. I want to be 5. Word.
Yes, change is the nature of the world right? If everything stayed exactly the same, nothing would ever grow. Seeds wouldn't become flowers...blah blah blah. I'm gonna go eat my low-fat fudge bar and shut up now......
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Thursday, April 2, 2009
Attachments from the Buddhist Perspective
For the record, I do not claim to be a Buddhist, but I adore Buddhist philosophy. I consider myself a Christian but I believe that a lot of concepts in Eastern thought are useful. I don't claim to be an expert by any means, but I've found this thought to be helpful.
So here is the story. You've been here, I've been here. You meet someone. They are great, beautiful, and you get along with them fantastic. You start making all of these plans in your mind. The relation could be friendship, romantic, or family. Then something happens. They move or meet someone else or stop caring. They move on but there you are, stuck with all of this emotional baggage. What do you do? How do you get rid of it? How do you appease it? Why do we always desire things that we cannot have? Well, perhaps it can be as simple as changing your perspective. The mind is very powerful. Who says that it cannot be honed and strengthened just like any other part of us? We all have had experiences like this. Often times we end up repeating destructive patterns that make us unhappy in the search of outward fulfillment.
When you are attached to something, the mind becomes excited and full of unrealistic expectations for someone else to fulfill something within yourself. Attachment is self-serving and we often gloss over fact with fantasy when we are going for what we want. This is usually in the form of another person but sometimes it can be applied to other objects like food. But attachment is not true happiness because you cannot control what someone else says or does and emotions in and of themselves are fleeting. If someone else changes their views or their opinion or withdraws their attention, you are not happy anymore. Yes, we eat and get full...but of course we will become hungry again. (I wish I wasn't hungry as much..hee hee) But, this is not true happiness. Desire in and of itself does not equal happiness.
The consequences of attachments are often not peace and contentment but dissatisfaction and more desire. Attachment clouds our mind and prevents us from seeing its faults. And since the nature of the world is impermanence and change the object of our attachment may not always be useful or pleasing. External things cannot bring lasting contentment. Until we are truly happy within we will repeat the same patterns of attachment which is really only a distraction for how we feel inside.
It is useful to think about death. Some people think that it is morbid and scary to consider, but it is only a part of life. When we think about how we will not always be here and that we cannot take anything or anyone with us, it helps us to enjoy what is in the moment without projecting unfair expectations onto someone else. Not letting go of something only harms ourselves and we are simply wasting precious energy. That energy could be applied to bigger and more positive things.
Consider the fact that the object of your attachment is not you. You are separate from it. Feel the sadness but realize that it doesn't have to become a part of you. It is not a part of you. It does not own you and in and of itself it cannot make you better or worse. You are not it. You were perfectly fine before it and will be perfectly fine afterward.
Look beneath the surface of things. Realize that a lot of things are not what they seem. We often "make" them what they are by the thoughts that we project unto them in our own minds. Consider a very attractive person for instance. Imagine being able to see beneath their skin, beneath their eyes.. Think about the blood, the vessels, the bones, and the intestines. Think of the organs and everything else beneath the surface. Outer beauty is fleeting and it does perish. There is only one beauty that is lasting and that is the beauty of the soul. This is not to say that beauty should not be enjoyed, but we should not worship it or attempt to be validated by it.
Okay. That is my thought for the day. A lengthy one I know, but what can I say? I believe that sometimes we can be our own therapists.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Simple Things Matter
Although there are many books that have moved me in different ways, I have one book that means more to me than probably any other book. It is a slender, gold book of 86 pages. It was given to my mother by my grandmother when she was young and was later passed on to me. It is called, "Apples of Gold" and it is a compilation of quotations from different people throughout history. It talks about the "fruits of the spirit" (Love, Joy, Peace, Long suffering, Gentleness, Goodness, Faith, Meekness, and Temperance) Here is part of the original inscription that my Grandmother wrote to my mother:
"I know that you will enjoy reading this. It has been a favorite of mine for many years and I find the quotations timeless and inspiring."
Then, my mother writes an inscription for me....
"I will always cherish this book. My mother gave it to me and now I'm giving it to you. It is full of wisdom, peace, and love. If you read it every day it will inspire you."
So, I've been thinking about becoming a bit more serious about this blogging business. And therefore I am starting a new tradition. It will be called "Quote of the day from Grandma's book." I will try to write one every day, even though knowing me I may miss a few. I hope you glean from it as much as my family apparently has.
I will post them on the right side of the screen.
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Better or Bitter
I was going through all my little posts on here and geesh...they're like a time capsule of hurt feelings. I made myself nauseous with all the love talk. Just goes to show that time CAN make us better or bitter. Okay, so it's a cheesy quote, but true nonetheless. I DO have a lot of other things in my mind that I think about. (Food, politics, music, my cat, chocolate fudge double scoop in a waffle cone...) Oh yeah and did I mention the RECORD I'm making???!!!!!!
I need to start doing this more. Especially considering I can type a lot faster than I can write and I always have some sort of rambling in my head... But as for now, I've gotta get going. Spring done sprung and I've gotta go play in the sun.
tootles.
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