Man, Numbers, and God

“A God of redemption could break our routine.”

~Switchfoot (Jon Foreman)

 

Man, Numbers, and God

Man versus the world.
Man versus God.
Man versus self.
Man versus everything else.


Number one is a losing battle.
Number two is a lost cause.
Number three is a failure from the start.
Number four is just sad.


Somehow even when every battle is lost men keep on pressing on.
Somehow even when every battle seems won it never is.
Somehow even when every battle ends without violence, blood is still there.
Somehow even when every battle finishes with life, death is always present.


Man is not worthy of such rewards.
Man is not worthy of strength.
Man is not worthy to prosper.
Man is not worthy  of God.


Number one for some reason we get rewards.
Number two we can have strength.
Number three how come we can still prosper?
Number four we are still able to find God.


Somehow we press on
Somehow we are loved
Somehow we have won
Somehow I know it was God

Fairy Tales and Truth

Acts 4:12

“Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.”<sup class="crossreference" value="(N)”>

“What is missing in the church today? Willingness to sacrifice.”
~Jeremy Rapp

Fairy Tales and Truth

Live your life as if the sacrifice is worth it.
Take the journey past the emerald city,and walk on the side of the yellow brick road.
A smoking caterpillar may be reality, but the truth of the matter is the smoke shrouds beauty.


Live your life as if it was on fire.
Burn, burn, burn all the troubles made by the White Witch who is casting a spell of false washing snow.
Set fire to the hearts of those gingerbread men who broke into pieces and need to be alive again.


Live life for the one who laid it all down for you.
Fairy tales may be fun, but their magic does not compare to the man that loved the whole world.
Stories are just stories , but God is the ultimate wizard, with the ultimate magic called love. 


The deeper magic made by Heaven and not by man.
Live your life like his sacrifice was worth it.

This Bug is Detrimental to My Helath

“The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.” 
― Victor HugoLes Misérables

~This  Bug is Detrimental to My Health~

There is a stain in my head that is growing and thriving, I want to throw up.
The crazy people flooding my head need to make up their minds on how long this con will go on.
With a bug being placed in my head to kill and destroy all that is dead.
The crazy circus of illness needs to go away, or I may have a bad day.

I want to find a miracle.
I need to find a miracle the end is not the only way to go.
I will live to live again, and I will die to have a life filled with the end.
A seed has been planted the stalk has risen to the sky.
I climb and I climb to reach the other side.
But of course that sounds so cliche, but that is okay.

There`s a stain that is growing in my mind.
The stain is crimson and it is like lead.
The crazy people flooding my head need to make me sane, but I have already been washed to the sea.

Where am I? Who knows where I could be.
I think it would be better to contrive an answer that doesn’t`t make sense than an answer that is logical, but detrimental to my health.
The bug,the bug in my head is a comfort even if I end up dead.
In the end I don’t know where I’ve been, but I have a lie and I’m sticking to it.

Can I Cause my Heart to Splinter?

Where do I go from here?
Is it possible to last until tomorrow?
Can I look, and let go, or am I over my head?
Can I move along, and cause my heart to splinter,
until my breath is as ice, and I’ll be with the love of my life?
Where do I go?

All my days have left me under the ground, and under the flood of my lakes.
Fire and water is a long way down, as I look below on the edge of the precipice.
I decide to jump and when I do, I don’t know what to do…

Where  do I go from here?
Is it possible to last until tomorrow?
Can I look, and let go, or am I over my head?
Can I move along, and cause my heart to splinter,
until my breath is as ice, and I’ll be with the love of my life?
Where do I go?
Is it possible to enter into the clouds, or underground into the world?
Can I move along, and cause my heart to splinter?
Where do I go?

I am falling faster and faster towards the ground, and I am trying to move.
I see the end of me, and the end of the way down, the way down to the ground below.
I jumped and when I did, I found out what I meant to do…

Where do I go from here?
I jumped with no way out.
Can I look, and let go, or am I landing on my head?
Can I move along, and cause my heart to splinter,
until my breath is hot as fire, and I’ll find the love of my life?
Where do I go?
Is it possible to enter? Into the clouds, or underground or into the world?
Can I move along? Can I cause my heart to splinter?
Where do I go?

I fell and was caught, but was left on the ground, and now I am trying to move.
I see the sky up above, and I am at the end of the fall, the fall to the reality below.
I jumped and when I did, I found out what I meant to do…

Where do I go from here?
Is it possible to last until tomorrow?
Can I look, and let go, or am I over my head?
Can I move along? Can I cause my heart to splinter,
until my breath is as ice, and I’ll be with the love of my life.
Where do I go?
Where do I go?

Hope this Finds You Well (The Status of Life)

I write a lot and have a lot of thoughts. I made this place to put out what I write. This is unedited poems/thoughts on life that I have. I hope you enjoy the way my mind works. The first one I am posting is…

~The Status of Life~

The inside is the outside of my heart, but not of my mind.
The status takes place at the end of my lifetime.
Outside in the cold, I wander around my soul, and I beg to be let into the places inbetween this life and my other life.
Circling and engaging in activities that seem to make me more mad than happy, and engaging in services that hurt more than heal.
The inside of my heart is a life that longs for better people and better things, with better days, and higher callings.
Outside of self and outside of mind, I delve deeper into the world than any other situation.
Mimicking the situation that underestimates my abilities, and then takes outside inside and calls it names on an unholy level.
The states of being equal the parts set out and set aside for better lies, and better truths.
This is much more difficult than the mind makes it out to be, or is it that my mind is on track but the heart is leading me astray?
Long live the better days and loving things, that belong to the times that make you see what you need to see.
The inside is the outside, while the outside begs to be taken in, but do not think that the opposite can’t be true too.
Breathe in breathe out, take heart and take back.
Input ingenuity, and output failure.
Long live the better days and loving things, that balance the effects of being awake and being bored.
I call this living the life, I call this exciting the image of originality, I call this the end.

"How can we be ourselves, if we don't know who we are?" ~Jon Foreman