as i stumble across old material

Tears have power, listen as they fall
Ricochet off laughter, and water dry souls
Tears have power, they ebb and they flow
Seep into silence, and fill cracks of bitter cold
Tears have power, they rust the surface of the old
Empty every mourning, and hesitate not to scold...


and as a warning, because she is paranoid about thought kleptos, my mother will personally hunt you down if you steal other people's work. ;)

Thought in the Raw RE: Hell

I don't feel like I need hell (the constructed place of fire/suffering, blah blah) as an impetis to do good or "please God..." I want to follow Him because of His Love for me...I don't ever want His presence in my life, my relationship with Him, to end. I enjoy it. I know I'd be missing out on something fantastic and stimulating and inspiring-it's the lack of that something, that Love that would sadden and curse me.
So my seperation from Him would be hell.

If I am consistant with Hell as seperation from Love, this thought circles...But as hell is also defined in physical terms, darkness/fire/torment, I repeat terminology, however, one is not synonymous with the other...physical vs spiritual...the physical edifice of hell doesn't concern me as much as that spiritual seperation, and without supposing one is without the other, spiritual seperation is the only hell i'm concerned with avoiding....

oldie, but, well, mom likes it at least

A broken heart was all that followed me out the door
That ran down three flights just to beat the elevator
A narrow escape it was, I hardly knew her
But she felt she was intimately mine

She didn't understand, I didn't love her
She didn't qualify to be my girl
She couldn't comprehend my leavin'
But she recognized the gesture when i shut the door

Never in a million years would i'd have thought i'd miss her
But it seemed as if the day had quickly come
Haunted by every second I had wasted
I left the band and bars to find my love

She had to understand, that i loved her
And that she qualified to be my girl
She had to comprehend my sorrows
That drove away my pride for sure

She answered with a baby in her arms
Six days old with eyes just like his mama's
And it was all i could do to keep from cryin
That boy lost his daddy long ago

She didn't understand, that i loved her
I didn't qualify to be her man
I couldn't comprehend the pain i caused her
but i had to recognize the gesture when she shut the door

Yeah, it's a "worship" song ;)

Whole Again

God provides, in this life, with no sense of space or time
Wait on Him, don’t give in, to the pressures of this fight
Don’t resist, its His gift, to captivate your heart and mine
And make it whole again, make it whole again

Bitterness, is but a glimpse, into a life spent without Him
It can mend, because He tends to all the broken branches of
His vine
He awaits our resting place, to ready us to bear the
Fruit of His heart in mine
And make it whole again, make it whole again

In the end, when all is over, He is there, willing to shoulder
The whole earth, in His glory, magnified, the One and Only
And for us, Holiness, something we could never get
Manifests, in us all, the Righteousness of He who called

All the nations to Himself
All the people in one breath
To escape from days infernal
Hearts like mine a life eternal

Spent all last night on the bathroom floor
Had too much jack and little more
And when i woke up drowning in my sorrows still
I swore off drinkin with a little red pill

Everything looks different from outside
But this condition's just too much to hide

That tile floor was much too hard
It threw my back outta wack
Caught my nerves in the act, it went far
Never thought I'd ever have such remorse
As the morning I tried to leave that drinkin' course

Gotta crick in my redneck
And pain in my left side
Numb in the bum(haha)and humdrum daily life
Can't see or hear
Cause this pain's eatin me alive

Thank God Almighty again for the little red pill

this is gay. and incomplete. but it's amusing me momentarily.