I feel the energy.
Hunger for hate.
Seething rage about to boil.
Kick the music into overdrive.
Sound waves starting to careen
create and crease as it starts to live.
Vibrations,
they make and create
blurred lines of emotions.
Screams and slamming
a beat
with tone
and reverberating.
Smash this,
break it in
and don't know
never know
what just to do.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Thesis Writing
Wow.
I didn't realize how hard it would be.
Seriously.
I have not had such a hard time writing...in...well...forever.
I am so freaking worried about getting myself expelled or kicked out for being too moderate and upsetting the status quo.
That is why I'm trying to work on several projects at once...I am hoping the excess of writing will help trigger something with my thesis and then I will be able to just throw it all down, get it down, get it approved and then dance across the stage and May and never return to that insufferable school.
But in the mean time I have to read for school, write some smaller papers and explore the realm of online writing. Right now it's just writing reviews and placing them online to give myself some focus...but that is better than just sitting here and hitting my head against the desk.
I didn't realize how hard it would be.
Seriously.
I have not had such a hard time writing...in...well...forever.
I am so freaking worried about getting myself expelled or kicked out for being too moderate and upsetting the status quo.
That is why I'm trying to work on several projects at once...I am hoping the excess of writing will help trigger something with my thesis and then I will be able to just throw it all down, get it down, get it approved and then dance across the stage and May and never return to that insufferable school.
But in the mean time I have to read for school, write some smaller papers and explore the realm of online writing. Right now it's just writing reviews and placing them online to give myself some focus...but that is better than just sitting here and hitting my head against the desk.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Meek Whispers into the Night
Oh Soul,
are you lonesome tonight?
Are you lonely tonight?
Are you looking for love,
just for tonight?
Tired Soul,
broken nails,
dirty face
and tear stained clothing
are all hurting like Hell,
getting tired of grace.
Oh Soul,
won't you come out tonight?
Will you speak out tonight?
Be moved tonight?
The hour grows late
and soon the chime shall ring
striking chords of midnight
and what have we to show?
Made to be of a consistency
reflecting that of
Celluloid and Cellophane.
False lies
and plastic smiles.
I hope it does not repeat again tomorrow night.
are you lonesome tonight?
Are you lonely tonight?
Are you looking for love,
just for tonight?
Tired Soul,
broken nails,
dirty face
and tear stained clothing
are all hurting like Hell,
getting tired of grace.
Oh Soul,
won't you come out tonight?
Will you speak out tonight?
Be moved tonight?
The hour grows late
and soon the chime shall ring
striking chords of midnight
and what have we to show?
Made to be of a consistency
reflecting that of
Celluloid and Cellophane.
False lies
and plastic smiles.
I hope it does not repeat again tomorrow night.
World of Warcraft
Yeah...just...don't even say a thing.
Stigma.
Shame.
Guilty pleasure.
Wonderful music.
Familiar sounds.
The only thing that could hope to ever match it was The Matrix Online...
Stigma.
Shame.
Guilty pleasure.
Wonderful music.
Familiar sounds.
The only thing that could hope to ever match it was The Matrix Online...
Friday, February 15, 2013
Must finish prospectus...must finish prospectus...must...finish...prospectus...
Labels:
headache,
masters class,
prospectus,
sleepy,
thesis
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Quote of the Day:
"Love is not fantasy. Love is real, and true love is
forever. True love comes without condition. It comes with sacrifice and
selflessness. It comes in the form of freedom. I have felt it. I still
feel it burning inside me like a raging fire that will not be contained.
It sweeps over barren landscapes and devours the bleak darkness and the
empty sorrow. It washes over pain and hopelessness until nothing
remains but these: Faith, Hope, and Love… but the greatest of these is
love.“
— | "The Spinal Cord Perception" by Joshua S. Porter |
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
"I Am Afraid I Am Me" - Showbread
"Lately i have found frustration among the incongruence
a movement of peasants and pacifists drowning in patriotic affluence
i feel as though i should do something but I'm staggered by the ramifications
they've baptized the empire into the church and heralded its sanctification
sometimes i feel as though I'm taking place outside of myself
but I'm afraid that i am me
I am me
I'm me
I'm me
"blessed are the meek" succumbs to "might makes right"
"turn the other cheek" succumbs to per-emptive strike
"love your enemies" is fossilized beneath the frozen tundra
and "blessed are the poor in spirit" is devoured by "God bless America"
you file the children into the classrooms, make them stand and say an oath
and when we ask "should i love God or my country?"
you smile and tell us "both."
we've hidden the God we claim we serve and driven him beneath the floorboards
but i can still hear this still, small voice
and i can't take it anymore"
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Interesting Article:
http://joshdies.com/2013/02/08/the-jesus-follower-vs-the-arts/
" Maybe if Christians continue to flee in the face of art and culture they will continue to run the risk of creating tired, dishonest and irrelevant art and culture of their own. This is a risk our King calls us away from as he engages the criminals, the crooks, the hookers and the sinners like you and me. For those called to be creative, as their heavenly Father is creative, there is no private Christian culture, no umbrella for believers to hide beneath. The gospel is a powerful and dangerous thing, a lamp that cannot be covered by a shade."
" Maybe if Christians continue to flee in the face of art and culture they will continue to run the risk of creating tired, dishonest and irrelevant art and culture of their own. This is a risk our King calls us away from as he engages the criminals, the crooks, the hookers and the sinners like you and me. For those called to be creative, as their heavenly Father is creative, there is no private Christian culture, no umbrella for believers to hide beneath. The gospel is a powerful and dangerous thing, a lamp that cannot be covered by a shade."
Labels:
Art,
Christian Culture,
Christianity,
Father,
Josh Dies,
King,
not a tame lion,
Showbread,
The Gospel
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
"is it difficult to speak your mind when the world hates the things you have to say?
oh they screech and they bray, there is doubt and dismay, may the sun set on this day
when you dragged all of them effortlessly straight into the dark
while they where there they wondered:
what if the kings that we've put on their thrones aren't really kings at all?
what if they should fall?
and all of the false gods that we're prostrated before have no gracious reign in mind
what if we wake up to find ourselves coiled in their ashes?
we will finally start to wonder what it is that we should leave behind
we'll see the signs and realize there's never been a better time to overthrow the principalities
in all our words, in all our deeds
and storm the gates of hell to show them they will not prevail
if all our hopes and all our dreams fall on deaf ears
then let them see
the gates of hell will not prevail
and You've broken the chains on me
i needed to be vindicated for all of my frustrations
but dragging all my grievances was heavy as damnation
i don't need to feel so right, but I badly want to feel alive
i'm done with a contest of wills
and i'm not afraid to die"
oh they screech and they bray, there is doubt and dismay, may the sun set on this day
when you dragged all of them effortlessly straight into the dark
while they where there they wondered:
what if the kings that we've put on their thrones aren't really kings at all?
what if they should fall?
and all of the false gods that we're prostrated before have no gracious reign in mind
what if we wake up to find ourselves coiled in their ashes?
we will finally start to wonder what it is that we should leave behind
we'll see the signs and realize there's never been a better time to overthrow the principalities
in all our words, in all our deeds
and storm the gates of hell to show them they will not prevail
if all our hopes and all our dreams fall on deaf ears
then let them see
the gates of hell will not prevail
and You've broken the chains on me
i needed to be vindicated for all of my frustrations
but dragging all my grievances was heavy as damnation
i don't need to feel so right, but I badly want to feel alive
i'm done with a contest of wills
and i'm not afraid to die"
Labels:
amazing,
Lyrics,
music,
raw rock,
raw rock kills,
Showbread,
Two-Headed Monster
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