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| Speech? Sometimes I talk to much, I mean who can tame the tongue? I know I am not he. It seems to be what gets me into trouble. But words? Words can be the bitter sweet vein of grace given. The wrought of weary bones. The well spring of life. But all the ability to say what I shouldn't, and yet what I want to say doesn't seem to want to come out. I could use a little help. But it withholds.
The rain trickles outside my window.
My heart is a spectrum of emotion. The prevalent being happiness.
I want to be a mustard seed. This would come a little easier that way.
I want to dance, quietly, in the rain.
Lord guide my paths. And my footsteps HE made secure.
Never has one week held so much anticipation.
Try again to sleep, goodnight, God bless, and may your paths be made clear. | | |
| "I learned to laugh through my tears. I was born to love, I'm going to learn to love without fear..."
Born-Over the Rhine
I write in the still of night as gentle music fills my earbuds from my iPod. Why I write I'm not always sure. I usually feel hit with proliferation and a need to write when it's late and my mind won't slow to a sleepable pace.
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I write. And I write again. I backspace. I write what I think. I think it a frenzy of words not to be put to sound. I backspace. I often find thought in song. Sometimes clarity. Sometimes grey.
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"Feel I'm on the verge of some greath thruth
Were I'm finally in my place
But I'm thumbling still for proof
And it's cluttering my space
Casting shadows on my face
I know I have a strength to move ahead
I can hardly leave my room
So I'll sit perfecty still
And I'll listen for a tune
When the mind is on the moon
And if I stumble
And if I stall
And if I slit now
And if I should fall
And if I cant be all that I could be
Will you, will you wait for me..."
Wait -Alexi Murdoch
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My pride withers my bones.
The water of humility is a painful sustanance.
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| Chances lost are hopes torn up pages Maybe this time Chances are we´ll be the combination Chances come and carry me Chances are waiting to be taken And I can see Chances are the fascination Chances won't escape from me Chances are only what we make them And all I need -Five for Fighting Chances. Gifts? Open doors. The Mystery of a road less traveled.
On a journey, I choose a new route, unknowing of the treachery that lies ahead.
Brazened, I tread forward.
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| It all depends on your shoes, or lack thereof. Your shoes have a large affect on your state of mind. If one was to go barefoot, I don't think they would be inclined to work, sandals incline you to lounge, tennies to sports, glossy to classy, rubbers to puddles, leather to work, tall leathers boots to ultimate coolness. See? Think about it, if you had converses on at a ball, wouldn't you feel awkward? why do you think women have like 40 pairs? Shoes are part of you. Wet ones incline you to a sour disposition, dry feet are important.
It has been raining absurd amounts as of late, making everything saturated including a pair a day of shoes. At the ratio of getting them wet to dry time, I will run out of shoes in 2 days. Flip flops don't count. Imagine life shoeless. It is hard for most of us (though some curse there very existence), it would be different to say the least. This doesn't really have a point, this has been running through my mind all day though. So there you go. Chew on that.
May is here. May is good. Be blessed.
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| Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander they know not where
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.
Weary and homesick and distressed,
They wander east, they wander west,
And are baffled and beaten and blown about
By the winds of the wilderness of doubt;
To stay at home is best.
Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;
The bird is safest in its nest;
O'er all that flutter their wings and fly
A hawk is hovering in the sky;
To stay at home is best. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | |
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