if you're good at something never do it for free death was the price he paid to save me and for what? so i could flounder around aimlessly? prison door stands open but i ignore the key the punishment is just- i don't deserve liberation the same is true of every tongue and nation every mistake a product of a doomed creation we did this to ourselves; there's no justification Jesus broke our chains yet we choose to live deceived a vicious cycle of lies broken the moment we're redeemed believe he died for you; you don't have to be alone all of this is possible because God sits on the throne live your life sanctified, don't let his death be in vain and be thankful that you weren't the Lamb that was slain
a gentleman implores, "may I have this dance?" into his eyes i assent entranced swept off my feet ensnared by a glance he spins me round and round whispers in my ear, "don't look down" we ascend farther and farther from the ground his eyes are the windows to his soul all of creation an encapsuled mold of every tale both new and old the universe is his perfect design every sound and color a product of his mind praise and adoration are mine he dips me low and raises me high the earth gets smaller as we climb higher and higher into new life bowing before my bridegroom king i devote my abundant life to raising a love divine, not one comparing
Too often beauty is ignored and worth is denied
I am a diamond ring in a dingy dollar store
Chubby butterfingers try me on for size
Cheap plastic jewelry just won’t cut it anymore
Heart beats inside my chest like a toddler ready to purge dinner’s veggies
Chew me up and spit me out like plump, undesirable beets
How many licks to the center of the eye candy lollipop?
Until I’m just the worthless stick discarded in the street?
I’m sick at the though of banging anyone
because ordinarily that means pulling your trigger selfishly
over and over and over and over
You get what you want but throw away the hollow evidence
Using a body bag would be too dignified
The victim would first have to be recognized as human.
Like hard candy licked inside out
Like a piece of juiced fruit
You get your taste but what about the bruised peels that
pave your mushy path to satisfaction?
It’s temporary and insubstantial because once every corpse rots under your feet
Drowning in a sea of lifeless, forgotten faces
Recognition drown out by your blood rushing through your ears
Now you hear nothing but the loneliest of silences-
the emptiness that comes from realizing you were wrong.
The reality of what you’ve done hits you but it’s too late
You’re knee deep ironically in your self destruction
And just like no one was there to rescue your victims from you
There’s no one around to save you.
One thing everyone knows but refuses to admit is that no one really knows anything. We’re all just winging it and we all start off the same. As children, we don’t know any better than our curiosity and contentment. Muddy and completely mad, we’re unreserved and uninhibited. The life of a child is messy but simpler than hopscotch. It’s concrete, scraped knees, a swiftly slapped Band-Aid, and a kiss from a parent. Adult life is more complex. It’s is a series of math problems that get more complicated with age and can’t be solved with a calculator or a Band-Aid. If only parents had parents to kiss their boo-boos all better. It takes a village to raise a child because that is way too much responsibility to place on any underqualified duo. We’re all underqualified- still children, no matter how long we’ve been wandering the Earth. Gravity seems to get heavier and every year our skin sags closer to the ground where most of us are buried. Wrinkles are a poor disguise for the child-like, wide-eyed, fearful ignorance that inhabits most people until they die. It’s a miracle we’ve survived, and preposterous to think there’s a God in heaven who let this freak show play on for so long without intervention. He did intervene. His Son’s name is Jesus Christ the Messiah, but the majority of the people he was sent to save reduce him to a mockery. The human brain isn’t capable of comprehending vastness. It’s much easier to stuff what we can of a universe into a box than to accept our significantly smaller size and inability to understand. Sometimes I wish it were only a dream. I wish for once to wake up without a sense of dread latching on and sucking the life out of me like a leech. I didn’t ask for this. We didn’t ask for anything, and yet here is this enormous gift called life sitting in humanity’s collective lap. The only sense I can make of it is that God knows something we don’t, and wants us to experience something we’re not capable of by ourselves. There is beauty and there is love out there for anyone with enough faith and hope to search for it.
Downward I spiral into nothing; a darkness so abysmal my very existence threatens to cease. I descend for what seems like an eternity- long enough for me to ponder this fate. I have fallen for so long I have forgotten what it feels like to stand and to breathe. A whisper creeps into my consciousness, “it’s only a dream.” I freeze, suspended in recollection. Prying my eyes open, I snap back into reality. Rising from my slumber, I am astounded by the brilliance of the utopia before my bewildered gaze. In front of me stands a girl. Her eyes instantly catch my attention. Storms rage around her pupils, betraying her smile. Her glare pierces my soul, and immediately I look away, to survey my surroundings. A wall that spans as far as the east is from the west separates me from the girl. Behind her is the healthiest, most vibrant pasture which my eyes have ever had the pleasure to feast. I remember the dismal state of the nightmare from which I awoke, and am content to never glance down or behind me. The girl looks at me with a contagious longing that fills me with the desire to surmount this obstruction that disconnects us. My body is initially oblivious to the enormity of the task. However, many moons pass and diligent blows deteriorate into sporadic banging. Just as I begin to lose hope, cracks appear. I beat with renewed strength and within moments the wall shatters. Glass rains for miles. Suddenly, I am alone and shaded by a lifeless gray. Behind the wall is nothing. No trace of the utopia, or the girl I had fought so hard to reach. Defeated, I peer down at one of the glass fragments at my feet, and discover a dumbfounded face that stares back at me with familiar storm gray eyes.
Tree Hugger by Kimya Dawson (Performed by Antsy Pants) The flower said, "I wish I was a tree" The tree said, "I wish I could be A different kind of tree" The cat wished that it was a bee The turtle wished that it could fly Really high into the sky Over rooftops and then dive Deep into the sea And in the sea there is a fish A fish that has a secret wish A wish to be a big cactus With a pink flower on it And in the sea there is a fish A fish that has a secret wish A wish to be a big cactus With a pink flower on it And the flower Would be its offering Of love to the desert And the desert So dry and lonely That the creatures all Appreciate the effort Et le jackalope a dit "Je voudrais être un yeti Pour voler dans la nuit Et m'en aller loin d'ici" Mais le yeti a dit "Je voudrais être un monstre marin Pour pouvoir rentrer dans la mer De tous les requins" And the rattlesnake said "I wish I had hands so I could hug you like a man" And then the cactus said "Don't you understand My skin is covered with sharp spikes That'll stab you like a thousand knives. A hug would be nice But hug my flower with your eyes"
*A note for international readers: Goodwill is an American thrift store that sells “gently used merchandise” such as clothing, electronics, furniture and various knick-knacks. It is known for its large, packed floor space and plethora of useless doodads.*
Perched in solitude atop a rickety rocking chair is an unusually wise and expertly aged understanding. It sits among discarded holiday decorations and broken beach toys to watch the treasured past become prospective man’s dusty décor like a fine wine in an old corner store ice box. Technicolor and rust colored relics and decrepit scraps with no color at all lie- not forgotten but no longer cherished- on the shelves like dead things in wait to be buried. Shovels are without their pails. Santas are without their ruby red coats and Mrs. Claus is nowhere to be seen. Nothing matches and yet one thing remains; everything that once meant something has now lost its worth. The unseen loneliness of the past clings closer than the cobwebs, hides in all the corners, creeps down the aisles and curls around every customer like an ankle-biter soliciting for attention. It demands to be felt. A caveat for the dangers of commercialism and materialism: nothing lasts forever.
A defiant soul that never ages Despite the body's negligence A meticulous hand turns the pages Your life is laid out in reverence The secret you discovered years ago A growing body and a stagnant soul A seemingly flawless design and mold But what happens when you grow old? You turn the page to your final chapter Your perfect plan is now a disaster Finding no words, only a mirror Your wrinkled eyes betray your fear In that mirror your soul is trapped You're punished for trying to live in the past
Potential rosebuds versus deficient snow
Honey saturates my river of tears
Sunlight plus raindrops equals growth
With my eyes a bee interferes
Through viscous amber I experience the sky
Thank you Mr. Bee you saved my life
Blue melts into rainbows when I cry
Then the warmth of the sun dries my eyes
The ground is now warm and bursting with health
However, bees can’t fly in storms
Buzzing sweetly kisses my ears farewell
He sacrificed himself so I could bloom
Such Great Heights by The Postal Service I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images and when We kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God himself did make Us into corresponding shapes Like puzzle pieces from the clay And true, it may seem like a stretch, But its thoughts like this that catch My troubled head when you're away When I am missing you to death When you are out there on the road For several weeks of shows And when you scan the radio, I hope this song will guide you home They will see us waving from such great heights, "Come down now," they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away, "Come down now," but we'll stay I tried my best to leave This all on your machine But the persistent beat it sounded thin Upon listening And that frankly will not fly. You will hear the shrillest highs And lowest lows with the windows down When this is guiding you home They will see us waving from such great heights, "Come down now," they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away, "Come down now," but we'll stay