Pretty Girl-dedicated to my niece

Pretty girls with celestial eyes
stop crying
because your tears are liquid gold
dance around unbalanced
giggles are addicting
smiles balance our steps
pretty girl
the sun will come out tomorrow
I know it is early spring
sometimes nature throws a curve
pretty girl
don't have to try to be cute
you are already so photogenic
your momma and daddy loves you
and the rest of us think
you are a missing piece of a fallen star
free spirited little girl
you are making firends
firends that will dance with you
pretty girl you are a piece of the stars
you've fallen in your mother's arms

area10blog- Living with Freedom (freewrite)

When I was alot younger then I am now, I bought a t-shirt that had an anarchy symbol on the front. ON the back it said PUnk is not dead. I got it from a store similar to Hot Topic. I was a poser.
I was still living underneath my parents roof, and I thought punk or even myself would eventaully over throw the governemnt and we would have anarchy. Only problem was how do you start something like that. I didn't know.
With Freedom, too much of anything can be a bad thing. Too much alcohol, drugs and mayhem is  a bad thing just ask Sid Vicious. If you can find him.
As adults we are free but they are some contraints, such as the laws. With anarchy someone can still your car and nothing would be done about that.
The sermon even discussed that most people's outside view of Christians is that they don't have fun. Growing up in a church I had the same view but now I see Fun as something that runs out. I am 32 now and beer gut doesn't look sexy. Not to mention, alcohol's influence can promote bad diecision making. My pastor says the bible says don't get drunk it doesn't say not to drink. HOwever, for me 1 beer can turn into three, can turn into five and so on. For me I try not to drink.
As far christians not having any fun, it are depends on the christian. Right now I am listening to the ventures, and before that it was the jazz giants Dizzy and Charlie Parker. I always have to have music going on in my apartment.
In todays society it seems that the world wants you to drink. This goes way beyond beer comercials. I guess we all need some kind of vice.
In the words of HUnter S. Thompson, you can turn your back on a firend but you can't turn your back on a drug. With alcohol you never know how a person is going to react. In bar scene was wrong glance was wrong motion can mean alot.  Having smarts about drugs or bars doesn't put money in your back account it takes money away.
I am rambling now so I better stop.
 

 

Shivering Straight jackets

Breeze blazes blue
trees ascend with buds open to cool
First day of spring
and winter has extended it's grip
first day of spring
snow flakes may fall
cool kingdom spreading out in clouds
the fortress is crumbling
and the king sprinkled his
gold through the glass
while wind whirls
entangled branches
the guards shiver while rooftops
split cool covering sighs
to the overthrow
layering us with straight jackets in the asylum

3/17/13 sermon chosen by God

The world or America wants us to live the dream. The dream is to work hard, get married, have kids, and live in a nice house. Some of you are probably thinking that diesn't exist anymore, and some of you are probably taken the dream to the next level. Providing for you family is one thing, but turning your kids into deush bags is another. KIds do not need a brand new car when they turn sixteen. THey don't need name brand clothes, or the latest greatest Iphone. KIds shouldn't be in the mind set that they are too good to work at some job where they cleanup after others or serve the public.
Todays sermon was entitled-Exile Chosen by God. It takes place in 1 Peter. Peter says we are living stones for God's house. WE are just a little piece of the puzzle.
If God is or was in your household, you will see change.
I grew up in a Southern Baptist church. Looking back, I think there were many nice people there. HOwever as a kid I could only see the conservative view. Meanwhile I was getting into punk rock, and I was raised to be democrat. I was in the minority.
Some of you have probably heard something in the church or from so called religious people that turned you off.
Personally I think when mankind gets involved with anything it becomes corrupt. I know I am not  perfect. HOnestly there are some days when I don't feel like reading my devotions from Chuck Swindoll-no particular reason just laziness.
For those of you who have left. GOd wants you and he never left you. GOd has no interest in materialistic things some people want.
God wants you. He wants a schizophrenic, an alcoholic, sometimes socially awkward, sometimes man with a mousey voice, fat guy. But he not only wants you, he wants you to spread the story of how he has changed you. MIssions fields can be anywhere. Have strength. You may be rejected, and you may even be laughed at, who cares!
 

Snow day

I don't like celery. It is carrots unwelcomed brother. It has winkles, and it taste terrible with its weird texture. As a kid I liked celery with peanut butter. I licked the peanut butter then choked down the celery. It is sub par. Kermit the frog sings, it isn't easy being green but celery you have nothing going for you besides being green. You come in a bunch and at the end you just suck. Carrots and brocolli are successful vegetables but you sleep all day you have never worked except for being awful. Celery you don't deserve to be on a salad or in my chicken pot pie. If I liked ranch that could cover up your taste but you suck and so does your color. You are a pare green while brocolli is like yeah I am two shades of green, cook me baby. but celery you just suck. 

Epic POem (fiction)

THe end was posted on a bed sheet
nailed to a wall
we watched enlightened
as our fate reign throughout
the sky fell
and the earth was on fire
the end was televised
or it could be streamed on your labtop
we laughed and cried
like fools debating
what should we spend our last dollar on
cell phones lost their charge
and nature was victorious
the lights were on inside yet dim
we couldn't tell if it was day or night outside
missing pieces of the sky were faded red
what was left of the earth was ash and mud
stunned we viewed the screen
and turned to view outside
to be certain the end was really going on
without heart stopping ring tones
mountain roared down like waves in the ocean
water evaporated
leaving our mouths dry
then finally decending from the sky,
besides the last fragments of the horizon,
the chosen one in armor that
shined passed the sun blinding our eyes
the massive figure's face could not be viewed
People in the shape of stars formed a symphony
the melody quivered our spines
they played and we rose through
the fragile roof over our heads
some stayed and mixed with mud and ash
we entered a new dimension
that non-believers said was not true
they cried out, "NOw I beleive!"
Suddenly the ground shook and broke apart
devouring what was left of earth
the melody brought infalliable souls together
in a worldly reunion

3/413

the sun twinkles through the glass
as the day fades
a phantasm
when you step outside
to feel the thorns of chill
from the wind
you thought spring is here
there's also snow in the forecast
yet the cat still inquires
about the reflection
 the face of my watch makes on the wall
not swallowed by light
the sky is clear and mellow
wishing it was spring too
so we could put the coats away

What can you share?

In a world, where everything (philosophically speaking) has been thought of and every story has been told, where do you stand? I usually share my blog on facebook. THere I have conservative firends, liberal firends, believers, and non-believers. There are kids, parents singles, etc. THey are all good people.
I on occassion try to think of things that we would all agree on. Parents may agree that they want their kids to have some morals or they want their kids to have a good work ethic. Conservatives and liberals may agree that we should help those less fortunate. Conservatives and believers may agree that you have to make things happen for yourself.
I have listened to the sermon a couple weeks ago, and have come to the conclusion that we are on this earth to help others.
Helping others doesn't have to be earth shattering.
I havea relative who fly kites on the beach. HIs kites have beautiful colors that attract all kinds of people. THe people come up to him and he answers their questions and if he figures they are strong enough he let's them fly them. I bring this up because your hobby can be shared.
I have been asked to have a writing workshop for my fellow veterans. Problem is I am terrified of public speaking. My doctor says that writing doesn't always come nature for everybody. That is another reason why I don't want to do it. HOwever, the release I feel when I write down something that may only be profound to me, can't be measured. Maybe that is what my relative feels when he answers questions about his kites. That is a reason why I would like to do it.
What can you share with others? 

Love and the writer

MOthers girlfriends and wives
delute the writer
I'm not saying that is a bad thing
but once the writer is cured from
his insanity and loneliness
the words aren't so inspiring
Maybe the writer thinks
the events of love
can't be written down
if attempted the words
will go through a filter
LOve for a writer
words can be a friend
that you out grow
you try to relive it
 but it ends up just being break up poetry
without a muse
without a the muse or love
the writer walks with bad posture
similar to the Greek GOd Atlas
who has the weight of the world on his shoulders
with the love maybe the writer smiles
possibly
chooses water over beer
Hemingway was addicted to wives
look what happen to him