I believe,
And you believe
That each of us knows what's right.
We fight for our cause,
We follow our laws,
We've got all our goals in sight.
I'm brave and strong
And I know what's wrong
And I won't step away from the truth.
You've found the way
And you'll never stray
'Cause you've got some solid proof.
The catch in the story
That steals all the glory
That problem that burns and stings,
Is that you and I,
Though truth's flag we both fly,
Believe in quite different things.
We argue and fight
Over what's really right,
We forget what's at stake up above.
It's so hard to concieve,
That whatever we believe,
All anyone really wants is Love.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Quotes Part III
"Who'd you eat for dinner?"
-The Ma
"I'd just be glad my life was... Alive."
that same night:
"They need to behave more... Behaved."
..still that same night:
"It's estrogen on testosterone!"
-My favorite Lex.
"Excuse me a moment, I'm being improper."
-I wonder about myself sometimes.
"Hey! I get up every morning and sort of do my hair! THAT is effort!"
-I also worry.
"I LOVE U2!!" *Gives me a wierd look* "...Uh, I meant the band..."
-Ha ha...ha :)
"Oh! I thought you said you had 'eyeball-sockets of popcorn in your teeth'."
-I LOVE the people I work with!
"You've been kissed by the sugar flum pairy!"
-The Ma.. On whatever it is The Ma's always on <3
It's been a good month :)
-The Ma
"I'd just be glad my life was... Alive."
that same night:
"They need to behave more... Behaved."
..still that same night:
"It's estrogen on testosterone!"
-My favorite Lex.
"Excuse me a moment, I'm being improper."
-I wonder about myself sometimes.
"Hey! I get up every morning and sort of do my hair! THAT is effort!"
-I also worry.
"I LOVE U2!!" *Gives me a wierd look* "...Uh, I meant the band..."
-Ha ha...ha :)
"Oh! I thought you said you had 'eyeball-sockets of popcorn in your teeth'."
-I LOVE the people I work with!
"You've been kissed by the sugar flum pairy!"
-The Ma.. On whatever it is The Ma's always on <3
It's been a good month :)
Monday, January 23, 2012
The lessons that silence has taught me.
I've just spent a priceless while walking in the snowy cold. I'm inside now, warm and safe. My hands are blue and warming quickly. My hair is wet, and the last flakes of snow are just now melting into it, making it curl.
I was walking in a place that I have loved since I moved here seven years ago, a place that has kept me strong and sane and safe. It's a small, quiet haven here in the city. I have known the trees as they've grown, many new ones planted recently, in fact, in the time that I have lived here. I've memorized so many of the names that mark the grave sites lining the paved roads and pathways.
I often times hear the sound of the wind russling through the leaves as I drift off to sleep. The pathways of the Lehi Cemetery have been the setting of countless numbers of my dreams.
As the snow falls within the fences and the world around it is muffled, the magic of the place intensifies. The quiet peace of the cemetery brings back memories of the past and helps to develop a clearer view of future possibilities. As the thick white flakes make crisp sounds on the ground, it's as if the voices of those memories are in my ears, heightening the sense that I am not alone here. I feel closer to the earth, closer to myself. I can think clearly.
All too often I forget this magnificent gift, this safe haven so close to my home. In a matter of months I will pack up my things and be off to college. I'll be leaving this place behind me, and I will miss it.
But I know I will still fall asleep to the sound of snow flakes coming to rest on the wet ground. I will dream of the wind singing its way through green leaves, soon to capture sun colors and dry up and fall to the ground. I will remember the many songs I sang in that place, and the special people I shared it with. I will remember these things because they carried with them the spirit of strength and light that is so rare, and often lost in this world of noises and bustling. I will never forget the peace that spirit has given me through my personal battles. Through my own mistakes and pain.
The greatest lessons I have learned in my life seem to have come through silence. They have come through running to a place where I can feel alone and safe and loved and free. Today, in the cold, I realized how fortunate I am to have had this place near to me, and how sad I am to leave it behind. It will always have a place within my soul, near to the heart of me. I will never forget all of those song filled walks in the cold.
In the rain.
In the wind.
In the the snow.
In the beaming sunshine.
I will never forget the lessons that silence has taught me.
I was walking in a place that I have loved since I moved here seven years ago, a place that has kept me strong and sane and safe. It's a small, quiet haven here in the city. I have known the trees as they've grown, many new ones planted recently, in fact, in the time that I have lived here. I've memorized so many of the names that mark the grave sites lining the paved roads and pathways.
I often times hear the sound of the wind russling through the leaves as I drift off to sleep. The pathways of the Lehi Cemetery have been the setting of countless numbers of my dreams.
As the snow falls within the fences and the world around it is muffled, the magic of the place intensifies. The quiet peace of the cemetery brings back memories of the past and helps to develop a clearer view of future possibilities. As the thick white flakes make crisp sounds on the ground, it's as if the voices of those memories are in my ears, heightening the sense that I am not alone here. I feel closer to the earth, closer to myself. I can think clearly.
All too often I forget this magnificent gift, this safe haven so close to my home. In a matter of months I will pack up my things and be off to college. I'll be leaving this place behind me, and I will miss it.
But I know I will still fall asleep to the sound of snow flakes coming to rest on the wet ground. I will dream of the wind singing its way through green leaves, soon to capture sun colors and dry up and fall to the ground. I will remember the many songs I sang in that place, and the special people I shared it with. I will remember these things because they carried with them the spirit of strength and light that is so rare, and often lost in this world of noises and bustling. I will never forget the peace that spirit has given me through my personal battles. Through my own mistakes and pain.
The greatest lessons I have learned in my life seem to have come through silence. They have come through running to a place where I can feel alone and safe and loved and free. Today, in the cold, I realized how fortunate I am to have had this place near to me, and how sad I am to leave it behind. It will always have a place within my soul, near to the heart of me. I will never forget all of those song filled walks in the cold.
In the rain.
In the wind.
In the the snow.
In the beaming sunshine.
I will never forget the lessons that silence has taught me.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Simple Thoughts
Thoughts enter
Words unbidden, flawless,
Silence spills into beginning.
A new chapter can be written
As the slate of mind is wiped.
Not clean,
No, memories tarnish,
Add a strange hue,
To this new image.
Ideas flow soundlessly,
Pure and gentle,
Welcoming a tired heart.
It is a new place,
A clean place,
Bound together by simplicity.
Simple words, simple thoughts.
Clean ideas.
Pulling this new place together,
Words swirling through
White space
The tainted nothingness
To create a new home,
A new place to be.
Hope spirals skyward
Blossoming from the new ground.
Hope that this
These simple words
Are true.
That they are strong enough to hold
A soul,
Full enough to nourish
A sad spirit.
These thoughts, though unbidden,
Are welcome.
Words unbidden, flawless,
Silence spills into beginning.
A new chapter can be written
As the slate of mind is wiped.
Not clean,
No, memories tarnish,
Add a strange hue,
To this new image.
Ideas flow soundlessly,
Pure and gentle,
Welcoming a tired heart.
It is a new place,
A clean place,
Bound together by simplicity.
Simple words, simple thoughts.
Clean ideas.
Pulling this new place together,
Words swirling through
White space
The tainted nothingness
To create a new home,
A new place to be.
Hope spirals skyward
Blossoming from the new ground.
Hope that this
These simple words
Are true.
That they are strong enough to hold
A soul,
Full enough to nourish
A sad spirit.
These thoughts, though unbidden,
Are welcome.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Stand with both of your feet in the same place. Either you believe in the truth, or you deny it. Because the time will come when the side of the rift that is truth and the side of the rift that is lies will begin to move away from eachother. If you are not grounded in truth, you will either fall into the rift, or find yourself consumed by darkness and lies on the other side. Not to say that there is no way back, but do you really want to deal with the injuries, regrets, and pain that come from denying truth? The choice is yours.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Your Choice
The soul is shaken,
The heart breaks.
Earth has split beneath your feet.
As it's people have begun to fall,
To forget eachother,
Sadness becomes merely bearable.
Is there hope?
No.
No, they say.
It's time to give up,
To turn your back upon the crumbling people
Who kill this world.
The loss of morals,
The crushing blows
Dealt to those
Who love,
Simply because of a destructive
Choice.
A wrong
Attitude
Toward this life.
They begin
Destruction.
An entire race
Balancing on their killing sword.
Our race.
Our Earth.
They hate to love sincerely.
They are proud.
They are lazy.
There is no hope for them.
There cannot be!
Can there?
Those who destroy have lost
The Light.
Their light.
Does that mean it cannot be found?
No.
There IS hope.
The world is dry and cracked and bleeding,
The only cure,
The only hope
IS that light.
The Light of love
Of truth
Of respect.
The Light that so many have lost.
We pray,
Plead for humility.
For us,
And for them.
Because we know
The point will come
Where nothing we say,
Nothing we can possibly do,
Can change thier minds.
Could ever soften
The hardness in their hearts.
Earth bears her wounds
Bravely.
But must she bear them at all?
No!
Not if we are at peace.
At peace with ourselves,
With eachother,
With the work we must do
To love.
In the end it is a choice.
Will we serve ourselves,
Watch the world cry and bleed,
Begging on her hands and knees
For love?
Or will we work
As we must!
For the joy that can be,
If only we learn to love
The Light.
To respect the
Brothers,
Sisters,
Children of the world
As we do our own selves.
Only then will She cry out
In joy
Rather than in anguish.
Laugh as She,
Perfect and new,
Once did.
Our Earth.
Our people.
The fate of our happiness,
Of our entire future,
Has always,
And always will,
Rest in one choice.
It all,
Everything,
Comes down to your choice.
The heart breaks.
Earth has split beneath your feet.
As it's people have begun to fall,
To forget eachother,
Sadness becomes merely bearable.
Is there hope?
No.
No, they say.
It's time to give up,
To turn your back upon the crumbling people
Who kill this world.
The loss of morals,
The crushing blows
Dealt to those
Who love,
Simply because of a destructive
Choice.
A wrong
Attitude
Toward this life.
They begin
Destruction.
An entire race
Balancing on their killing sword.
Our race.
Our Earth.
They hate to love sincerely.
They are proud.
They are lazy.
There is no hope for them.
There cannot be!
Can there?
Those who destroy have lost
The Light.
Their light.
Does that mean it cannot be found?
No.
There IS hope.
The world is dry and cracked and bleeding,
The only cure,
The only hope
IS that light.
The Light of love
Of truth
Of respect.
The Light that so many have lost.
We pray,
Plead for humility.
For us,
And for them.
Because we know
The point will come
Where nothing we say,
Nothing we can possibly do,
Can change thier minds.
Could ever soften
The hardness in their hearts.
Earth bears her wounds
Bravely.
But must she bear them at all?
No!
Not if we are at peace.
At peace with ourselves,
With eachother,
With the work we must do
To love.
In the end it is a choice.
Will we serve ourselves,
Watch the world cry and bleed,
Begging on her hands and knees
For love?
Or will we work
As we must!
For the joy that can be,
If only we learn to love
The Light.
To respect the
Brothers,
Sisters,
Children of the world
As we do our own selves.
Only then will She cry out
In joy
Rather than in anguish.
Laugh as She,
Perfect and new,
Once did.
Our Earth.
Our people.
The fate of our happiness,
Of our entire future,
Has always,
And always will,
Rest in one choice.
It all,
Everything,
Comes down to your choice.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
And, as she began to settle into life once more, the dam that held back the darkness and hardships in her life burst, weakened as it was.
"Well," she said to herself, "I suppose, by now, that it ought to be expected." And with that, she pressed on, fighting her way through a fresh fog of blackess and confusion with The Light at her side.
"Well," she said to herself, "I suppose, by now, that it ought to be expected." And with that, she pressed on, fighting her way through a fresh fog of blackess and confusion with The Light at her side.
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