In Death There can be Life

“All along I thought I was learning how to take

How to bend not how to break

How to live not how to cry

But really I’ve been learning how to die

I’ve been learning how to die”

                                                                     ~Jon Foreman

~In Death There Can be Life~

Worthy of all things that I do not deserve.
Blessed to be more than what I see for myself.
God is the One who is worthy of praise.
For He is the Lord that is stronger than the addictions of this world.

Break me oh God.
You are the fire that burns my strife.
Break me oh God.
You are the truth that punishes me for love. 

Worthy of all things that He says I should have.
Blessed to be more than this world has to offer.
God is the One who is worthy of glory.
For He is the Lord that is stronger than the pride of this world.

Break me oh God.
You are the fire that burns my soul.
Break me oh God.
You are the truth that disciplines my doubt.

In death there can be life.
In pain you can grow.
In life there can be death.
And in my life I want all three.
Burn me, break me, save me.
For you have more than this world has to offer.
Amen.

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Emotion is Fine, but I Will Not Rely

~Emotion is Fine, but I Will Not Rely~

Sort it out on your sleeve.
Press on and die.
Patience and waiting.
Emotion means nothing without ones sleeve.

Take one step and do not look back.
Mind like a child innocent, and loud.
Take one step forward and do not look back.
Your sleeve will come with you, emotion soft and quiet.

Sort it out on your sleeve.
Press on and die.
Better to be yourself with emotion than a fake with it all.
Emotion is but one way to be who you are.

One, two, three let me be me.
Four, five, six walk in the wood’s where the sticks will click.
Seven, eight, nine emotions are mostly fickle and that can be fine.

For…

I will sort it out on my sleeve.
I will press on and die being me.
I will have patience and wait while I pray.
I will be emotional but will not lean on me.

Press on and die.
Be true to yourself.
And believe what you believe.
For oneself can be it all, even when you fall.

Contrast and Understanding

  “Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand”

                                                                      ~ Hayley Williams


~Contrast and Understanding~
I fall down and then I fall down even deeper.
Slanted and deceptive, a snake creeping and slithering to the end.
I fall down and fall again.
Covered by the crowd and what they believe is true.
They tell me jump to the left.
But I feel like jumping to the right.
I fall down and then I fall down even deeper.
Ignoring the righteous and hurting the lamb.
I fall down and fall again.
Engulfed by the waves and hurling towards the deep.
They tell me to take the bait.
But I feel like taking my crown.
Contrast and understanding.
Black and white.
Slipping to the left, slipping to the right.
I fall down and the take my crown.
As I drown a hand comes.
As I am covered a hand reaches.
Why is it that sometimes I do not grasp on?
I fall down and then I fall even deeper.
If I grab the savior I will rise back up.
But then so many times I fall down and fall again.

Past My Soul

I have long stopped asking why the mad do mad things.”
~Constance(AHS)

~Past My Soul~

Sometimes I look at my life and wonder where do I belong?
I look past the narrow and take heart that I am not running alongside the broad.
Sometimes I look at the paths I have chosen and think, “Is it a path at all?”
Feeling insecure and thinking of a fold out map, feeling secure and reading my GPS.

Sometimes it looks as though it hurts to set aside dreams.
Sometimes it looks as though it feels good to take on struggles.

Love makes me reevaluate my life.
Love takes chances on me that I would not take on myself.
Love takes me and breaks me and makes me whole again.

Sometimes I look at my life and wonder where do I belong?
I look past my soul to find what more there is to learn.
Sometimes I look at more than what meets the eye.
Transforming my attitudes into actions suited for a better man than me.

How Deep and How Wide is Love?

“Did you know this house is falling apart, what can I say this house is falling apart? We got no money, but e got heart. We’re going to rattle this ghost town!”

 ~Walk the Moon

~How Deep and How Wide is Love?~

The gap is closing.
The opportunity is falling all around me.
My chance at redemption is slipping through my fingers.
My courage is wavering and my resolve is weakening.

“Today is my day.” I said.
Then the day came and the day went.
I was told to go, to jump, and to land.
I was told I could move a mountain.

“This week is my week.” I said.
Then the week came and the week went.
I told myself that I would make up for not seizing the other day.
I told myself I could do it my way.

I was thinking that my strength was enough.
I was thinking that by my hands I could be healed.
I was thinking I would rely in myself with skyscraper faith..
I was thinking about doing something better.

The gap closed.
The opportunity fell around me.
My chance at redemption slipped through my fingers.
My courage wavered and my resolve died.

Perspective and reliance comes from hindsight.
Looking back and seeing the failures of a child.
Looking back and remembering how I came into being in the first place.
Perspective is a mirror that can see what should have been.
How deep and how wide is the love?
I should of found out.

When I was Young

You think you know me so well. You think I’d purchase what you sell, pickled in your private hell. I will scream and I will yell. ~Max Bemis (Say Anything)

~When I was Young~
When I was young the world was so large. 
Every flower was new.
Every smell filled my lungs with joy. 
God was one prayer away.
And his love was mostly shown through the prayers of loved ones. 
Day by day I lived carelessly knowing I was safe from harm.
To be so young,
To feel as I did would be a wonderful thing to feel again.

My Cheesy Video Game Poem

Shigeru Miyamoto

“Video games are bad for you? That’s what they said about rock n’ roll.”
― Shigeru Miyamoto

~My Cheesy Video Game Poem~

Environments fly past me with unrivaled force.
Desserts, oceans, and forests take me away from reality and into worlds I could otherwise not be part of.
Virtual worlds and virtual emotion shine light on things I could never fully explore.
And I even can rescue a Princess when I am bored.

When  a movie does not satisfy, or a book not interactive enough,
I let my mind dive into the space of polygons and shaders that make a beautiful face.
If I want power I play with my mouse and keys, if I want to lay down and relax a controller is in my hands.
Power does not make a game good, but the how the game is played.

Environments fly past me with unrivaled force.
While the big three fight and snarl,
I enjoy all three as well as my PC.

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