Sunday, March 2, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Hmph
I cannot pretend to know this word.
Inklings of a life past flow in expanse.
Speechless.
Breathless.
Embrace.
The yawing, the gaping expression.
An expanse, the border of existence.
You are mindful now, if you ever were.
Nothing said, nothing will.
Goodbye.
Inklings of a life past flow in expanse.
Speechless.
Breathless.
Embrace.
The yawing, the gaping expression.
An expanse, the border of existence.
You are mindful now, if you ever were.
Nothing said, nothing will.
Goodbye.
Juxtaposition
"Sometimes I feel like I don't know
Sometimes I feel like checking out
I wanna get it wrong
Can't always be strong
And love it won't be long"
-U2, "Ultraviolet (Light My Way)"
There are so many indescribable thoughts in my mind that are described in that short verse. There are so many pounding, pulsating, raging, screaming thoughts desperately trying to escape from my mind at any given time. There are so many of these thoughts and so little that I can honestly do with them.
So much of myself is intermingled with the mask I wear around people. A lot of the time I am not sure about who I really am, where the persona and my soul end and begin. It is almost like I have lost sight of who I am, who this 'Matt' is, who 'Ninten' is, who any of these people, persons and things are.
Where do my real feelings begin? What do I feel? Why do I have all of these incredibly confusing impulses that make next to no sense?
I would much rather run free of this inhibitions, to be free of what feels like dead weight...to allow whoever it is that I am to be freed to exist.
It is more then just confusion about who I am, what I am...it is confusion over my being, my action, my reaction...similar to the discussions over if a person is made by their actions or if they make their actions because of who they are. Ultimately it is a dichotomy which cannot be separated.
Black and White.
Male and Female.
Night and Day
End and Beginning
So many opposites and necessary contradictions. There has to be a level of tension for life to proceed at any sense of pace. We are not allowed to set the parameters for life and existence but if we pay attention, if we look close enough then we can see so much more then we could ever know otherwise.
Juxtaposition.
God, unless you enjoy seeing someone tortured with their inability to express themselves, let me scream this song that has been building for years. Give me an outlet and an expression to vent. Look at me, listen to me and hold me with my tears.
Watch the blood and water intermingle and become one, close as we were, close as we might never be again.
Hold me closer then a breath, keep me beside.
Love me when I am grateful, know me when I forget.
Show me what I know and the pain I fight to forget.
Love me when I'm dry and distant.
Show me a mirror while I deride your name.
Let me see the hypocrisy that knows no bounds, just as much as I see Your love with no end.
Nothing I say will stand up, all will fall back into the mists of eternity.
Except your love.
The bedrock, the beginning, the end.
The only cornerstone, the one rejected because of self adulterated hate.
Be still my heart.
The pulsating fraction.
Blood flowing free within and without.
My love for you.
Never to recognize any of these,
just a burning feeling.
The desolate cold of knowing.
Shattered in thought.
Pulsate with life.
Wake, burn.
The words we speak to calm our sin.
Preach flowery words of hate to hide,
the lust, the pride all locked within.
Forget, forgive all for one side.
Comfort, confront all in one sense.
Thoughts, passionless, fruitless endeavors for self.
An orgy of self adulterated adoration.
Meaningless pleasure intermingled with an equally worthless rational.
Corrupted, busted, filtered, brokered self.
Buying and selling integrity with our esteem.
Bottomed out worthless trash of thought.
Skin upon skin upon sin upon that mindless grin without the taste,
the subtle hint of the irony possessed with a phony.
Sometimes I feel like checking out
I wanna get it wrong
Can't always be strong
And love it won't be long"
-U2, "Ultraviolet (Light My Way)"
There are so many indescribable thoughts in my mind that are described in that short verse. There are so many pounding, pulsating, raging, screaming thoughts desperately trying to escape from my mind at any given time. There are so many of these thoughts and so little that I can honestly do with them.
So much of myself is intermingled with the mask I wear around people. A lot of the time I am not sure about who I really am, where the persona and my soul end and begin. It is almost like I have lost sight of who I am, who this 'Matt' is, who 'Ninten' is, who any of these people, persons and things are.
Where do my real feelings begin? What do I feel? Why do I have all of these incredibly confusing impulses that make next to no sense?
I would much rather run free of this inhibitions, to be free of what feels like dead weight...to allow whoever it is that I am to be freed to exist.
It is more then just confusion about who I am, what I am...it is confusion over my being, my action, my reaction...similar to the discussions over if a person is made by their actions or if they make their actions because of who they are. Ultimately it is a dichotomy which cannot be separated.
Black and White.
Male and Female.
Night and Day
End and Beginning
So many opposites and necessary contradictions. There has to be a level of tension for life to proceed at any sense of pace. We are not allowed to set the parameters for life and existence but if we pay attention, if we look close enough then we can see so much more then we could ever know otherwise.
Juxtaposition.
God, unless you enjoy seeing someone tortured with their inability to express themselves, let me scream this song that has been building for years. Give me an outlet and an expression to vent. Look at me, listen to me and hold me with my tears.
Watch the blood and water intermingle and become one, close as we were, close as we might never be again.
Hold me closer then a breath, keep me beside.
Love me when I am grateful, know me when I forget.
Show me what I know and the pain I fight to forget.
Love me when I'm dry and distant.
Show me a mirror while I deride your name.
Let me see the hypocrisy that knows no bounds, just as much as I see Your love with no end.
Nothing I say will stand up, all will fall back into the mists of eternity.
Except your love.
The bedrock, the beginning, the end.
The only cornerstone, the one rejected because of self adulterated hate.
Be still my heart.
The pulsating fraction.
Blood flowing free within and without.
My love for you.
Never to recognize any of these,
just a burning feeling.
The desolate cold of knowing.
Shattered in thought.
Pulsate with life.
Wake, burn.
The words we speak to calm our sin.
Preach flowery words of hate to hide,
the lust, the pride all locked within.
Forget, forgive all for one side.
Comfort, confront all in one sense.
Thoughts, passionless, fruitless endeavors for self.
An orgy of self adulterated adoration.
Meaningless pleasure intermingled with an equally worthless rational.
Corrupted, busted, filtered, brokered self.
Buying and selling integrity with our esteem.
Bottomed out worthless trash of thought.
Skin upon skin upon sin upon that mindless grin without the taste,
the subtle hint of the irony possessed with a phony.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
No Wish to Sleep Forever More
Could be worse but as always it could be better.
You know?
It is hard understanding you. No offense but you have the advantage in this one. I really do not like the way things have been going, how they have turned out. The feelings are becoming slightly desperate because of what feels like a growing chasm between us.
Wow, I just kind of realized how this has been like a roller coaster ride of sorts. The years we have known each other, You wishing to be so much closer and I have just spent years running away. In the moments I shut up long enough to hear you, I then get upset because you are wanting to work in your time...not in mine.
Do we even need to get into the areas of where I screw up life not just for myself but for others? The pain I have caused again and again almost feels like a noose that is slowly slipping tighter around my neck. How much longer until people realize I am not who they think I am? Lord, what the hell was I doing in ever thinking I could be yours?
It is crazy how none of this even remotely looks like I thought it would. My natural inclination would be to apologize for who I am, for every breath I have taken, for every thought and impulse to travel through my brain's synapses...but it isn't like that, is it?
My biological existence means just as much to you as the ψυχή that drives the core?
I am to tired from fighting an endless fight of suppression. I do not want to face this world anymore, could we just run away from it all? I think I can safely say I am tired of it all. If we can't run away could you at least help me find some stability in my mind, my emotions, my desires, my needs, my thoughts...this amalgamated mess of my being?
Please help me to find a balance of who I am and who You are?
I know I say that I love You, that these words are somehow supposed to convey the longings of a blackened heart...but I do love you. Every last effort put forth by this broken thing desires to be about you. I am sick to death of myself and my desires, my wants, me...me...me. This self infected madness I embrace just so I can celebrate me.
Please teach me, reduce me, I honestly beg you. Remove me from the equation and do the kind of miracle of life that is only done by you.
In the next fleeting moment when I curse life, despise others, desire death, wishfully lust and pour out my malice into a mold of hatred...please remember me. I honestly no longer know who i am but You, You are my beginning and my end. No more, no less I need You.
"Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep?
I shall collect myself after I weep,
And garb myself in ocean blue,
With no method of goodbye to you,
Should the marsh render a crane to cry,
And the sea suspend her gulls to fly,
I’ll lend myself unto their wings,
And hear the voice of Jesus sing,
No wish for he whose whimsy does soar,
No wish to sleep forever more,
No eye shadow as thick as paint,
No pigment pleads unto the faint
Forgiveness like a blanket of snow whispers like the wind does blow,
Beckoning unto the deep, offering unto the meek,
And there you lay in Jesus’ hands, resting there beside the lamb,
There will not be a circular piece to drive into a square shaped keep,
No hands to hold within my own,
No second soul inside our home,
We’ll walk beside the crystal sea,
Myself for my love, and my love for me"
-Showbread, "The Missing Wife"
You know?
It is hard understanding you. No offense but you have the advantage in this one. I really do not like the way things have been going, how they have turned out. The feelings are becoming slightly desperate because of what feels like a growing chasm between us.
Wow, I just kind of realized how this has been like a roller coaster ride of sorts. The years we have known each other, You wishing to be so much closer and I have just spent years running away. In the moments I shut up long enough to hear you, I then get upset because you are wanting to work in your time...not in mine.
Do we even need to get into the areas of where I screw up life not just for myself but for others? The pain I have caused again and again almost feels like a noose that is slowly slipping tighter around my neck. How much longer until people realize I am not who they think I am? Lord, what the hell was I doing in ever thinking I could be yours?
It is crazy how none of this even remotely looks like I thought it would. My natural inclination would be to apologize for who I am, for every breath I have taken, for every thought and impulse to travel through my brain's synapses...but it isn't like that, is it?
My biological existence means just as much to you as the ψυχή that drives the core?
I am to tired from fighting an endless fight of suppression. I do not want to face this world anymore, could we just run away from it all? I think I can safely say I am tired of it all. If we can't run away could you at least help me find some stability in my mind, my emotions, my desires, my needs, my thoughts...this amalgamated mess of my being?
Please help me to find a balance of who I am and who You are?
I know I say that I love You, that these words are somehow supposed to convey the longings of a blackened heart...but I do love you. Every last effort put forth by this broken thing desires to be about you. I am sick to death of myself and my desires, my wants, me...me...me. This self infected madness I embrace just so I can celebrate me.
Please teach me, reduce me, I honestly beg you. Remove me from the equation and do the kind of miracle of life that is only done by you.
In the next fleeting moment when I curse life, despise others, desire death, wishfully lust and pour out my malice into a mold of hatred...please remember me. I honestly no longer know who i am but You, You are my beginning and my end. No more, no less I need You.
"Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep?
I shall collect myself after I weep,
And garb myself in ocean blue,
With no method of goodbye to you,
Should the marsh render a crane to cry,
And the sea suspend her gulls to fly,
I’ll lend myself unto their wings,
And hear the voice of Jesus sing,
No wish for he whose whimsy does soar,
No wish to sleep forever more,
No eye shadow as thick as paint,
No pigment pleads unto the faint
Forgiveness like a blanket of snow whispers like the wind does blow,
Beckoning unto the deep, offering unto the meek,
And there you lay in Jesus’ hands, resting there beside the lamb,
There will not be a circular piece to drive into a square shaped keep,
No hands to hold within my own,
No second soul inside our home,
We’ll walk beside the crystal sea,
Myself for my love, and my love for me"
-Showbread, "The Missing Wife"
Sick and Sicker
I have two modes of existence, sick and sicker.
Sick - I feel tired, fatigued, the normal back and neck issues and such.
Sicker - I have contracted something in addition to the normal aches and pains.
Today I am sicker. Curse you throat for hurting and God help me not to want to beat every smoker around me with a stick. Every time I go downstairs it is almost like I feel the second hand smoke running towards me wanting to slice and dice my throat. Hooray!
Sick - I feel tired, fatigued, the normal back and neck issues and such.
Sicker - I have contracted something in addition to the normal aches and pains.
Today I am sicker. Curse you throat for hurting and God help me not to want to beat every smoker around me with a stick. Every time I go downstairs it is almost like I feel the second hand smoke running towards me wanting to slice and dice my throat. Hooray!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Boom
Something I have always wondered about is why I am so sick so often. it isn't that I am the most healthy person, it is just I see people who's concept of healthiness is utter trash and yet they are not as sick as me. I won't bother saying that isn't fair because life is not but it is a frustrating thought all the same.
Another bothersome tidbit is the fact I can sleep about six-ten hours a night and still wake up completely exhausted and hurting. Isn't sleep supposed to fix some of that? Instead I get bizarre dreams that just remind me that I hate being asleep almost as much as I sometimes hate being awake. Well, not that I hate life per say, it is just there are some aspects of life I would be happy without.
Work I am looking at you with an angry glare and a desire to see you die the horrible death you deserve.
It is frustrating to be working a job to get 'experince' and nothing else. I am barely making a positive influx of cash and I am expected to work so hard for what is nothing better then a fast food job salary. I am not even sure how I got roped into this annoyingly stupid cycle.
Something else annoying, adults acting like childrean. That has been the hallmark of my life. Besides making me feel like God has a rather annoying sense of humor this has been nothing more then a nuisance. I freely admit I am being judgmental. It is frustrating growing up and being able to actually consider yourself more mature then the people you live with, simply because you are not the only screaming at others because of a selfish need to control (makes me think of a baby) or someone so addicted to chemicals that they make asininery seem like a talent (almost like one of the more annoying ninth graders I have had to watch at school). God, why the Hell do you have to have a marriage license but there cannot be some actual kind of regulation for people being allowed to raise or watch children?
It makes me physical sick to think that I have actually had a good life compared to a lot of people and the pain they go through. It makes enraged to think that so much time is wasted over such pointless emotions and feelings...I hate these memories and feelings and everything that goes with it.
Like a sulking child I wish God would just give me the complete silence and void of nothing that my immature and animal desires want. To be kept safe from all the messy entanglements and painful potential happy trappings of the word love. To be freed from the grating voices and demands of people just as lost and confused as me but are such egotistical asses that they instead flaunt about as if they are some pretty peacock we should fall down and worship.
I am repulsed by ego, by self righteous flaunting about, as if it some kind of a right. You know what, I annoy myself for the exact same reasons! It is annoying to be the ultimate example of what you resent and hate most in life! I am more immature and more imbecilic then any of the people I rant about.
I am more angry, more immature, more easily agitated, less able to mask my pain, less caring, more apt to get hurt, more open to being misled, more quick to trust the worse possible people, more quick to want to slam my head against the wall, quite likely to shove my head into a pillow to scream profanity, unable to trust people, unable to want and enjoy the simple pleasures of life, despising the term love and everything connected with it, I am barely able to suppress my mad laughing whenever I hear anyone make the rashly stupid statement that I live with my 'family', I hate those different from me, I have problems with accepting differences in myself, I am vastly insecure, I hate that clothing store and wish God would burn the place down, I am tired, I am sick, I still deal with depression, I hate being in the same room with 'family', I hate hearing their sounds, their presence, hearing them call my name, feeling like I am nothing more then a burden that would better off never having been born, I hate the fact I do not know how to love these people, I hate feeling so isolated from the world, I hate being so immature, so quick to judge, I hate how I forget that other people exist outside of me, I am sick to death of feeling feelings and desires that make absolutely no sense, I hate wanting to cry every time I hear some kind of reference to 'dad' or 'father', I hate how I ramble on like this, I hate using the word 'I' so much in every little thing I write, It is quite disgusting to me that I can't put others before me, I desire to love but I never follow through, I am tired of being in a band that can never do anything, I am sick of not being able to play bass like I know I can, I hate my sub par writing skills that do nothing but attempt to duplicate something I have recently read, I hate how all I seem to do is complain, I hate being under this black veil of pain and death all the time, I despise the fact that I have to mask myself in lies and fake smiles just so I can make it through the day and not feel like I am a burden, I do not like being insincere, I hate lying through my teeth just so I can make it through certain times, I hate sexuality, I really do not like having to deal with the repercussions of someone else making the bright decision that me being born would be a 'good' idea, I hate how this may actually be read by someone and the fact they are not going to be able to understand me more then a few unknowable conclusions really annoys me and makes me wish it were possible to better pour my soul out...not because I understand why I have to do this, why I desire to speak my mind and my soul and my being but because I have the desperate desire to express myself and have other people judge and criticize it...it is like some kind of sadistic masochistic and philosophical explosion of self pity and arrogance...pretension maybe?
Another bothersome tidbit is the fact I can sleep about six-ten hours a night and still wake up completely exhausted and hurting. Isn't sleep supposed to fix some of that? Instead I get bizarre dreams that just remind me that I hate being asleep almost as much as I sometimes hate being awake. Well, not that I hate life per say, it is just there are some aspects of life I would be happy without.
Work I am looking at you with an angry glare and a desire to see you die the horrible death you deserve.
It is frustrating to be working a job to get 'experince' and nothing else. I am barely making a positive influx of cash and I am expected to work so hard for what is nothing better then a fast food job salary. I am not even sure how I got roped into this annoyingly stupid cycle.
Something else annoying, adults acting like childrean. That has been the hallmark of my life. Besides making me feel like God has a rather annoying sense of humor this has been nothing more then a nuisance. I freely admit I am being judgmental. It is frustrating growing up and being able to actually consider yourself more mature then the people you live with, simply because you are not the only screaming at others because of a selfish need to control (makes me think of a baby) or someone so addicted to chemicals that they make asininery seem like a talent (almost like one of the more annoying ninth graders I have had to watch at school). God, why the Hell do you have to have a marriage license but there cannot be some actual kind of regulation for people being allowed to raise or watch children?
It makes me physical sick to think that I have actually had a good life compared to a lot of people and the pain they go through. It makes enraged to think that so much time is wasted over such pointless emotions and feelings...I hate these memories and feelings and everything that goes with it.
Like a sulking child I wish God would just give me the complete silence and void of nothing that my immature and animal desires want. To be kept safe from all the messy entanglements and painful potential happy trappings of the word love. To be freed from the grating voices and demands of people just as lost and confused as me but are such egotistical asses that they instead flaunt about as if they are some pretty peacock we should fall down and worship.
I am repulsed by ego, by self righteous flaunting about, as if it some kind of a right. You know what, I annoy myself for the exact same reasons! It is annoying to be the ultimate example of what you resent and hate most in life! I am more immature and more imbecilic then any of the people I rant about.
I am more angry, more immature, more easily agitated, less able to mask my pain, less caring, more apt to get hurt, more open to being misled, more quick to trust the worse possible people, more quick to want to slam my head against the wall, quite likely to shove my head into a pillow to scream profanity, unable to trust people, unable to want and enjoy the simple pleasures of life, despising the term love and everything connected with it, I am barely able to suppress my mad laughing whenever I hear anyone make the rashly stupid statement that I live with my 'family', I hate those different from me, I have problems with accepting differences in myself, I am vastly insecure, I hate that clothing store and wish God would burn the place down, I am tired, I am sick, I still deal with depression, I hate being in the same room with 'family', I hate hearing their sounds, their presence, hearing them call my name, feeling like I am nothing more then a burden that would better off never having been born, I hate the fact I do not know how to love these people, I hate feeling so isolated from the world, I hate being so immature, so quick to judge, I hate how I forget that other people exist outside of me, I am sick to death of feeling feelings and desires that make absolutely no sense, I hate wanting to cry every time I hear some kind of reference to 'dad' or 'father', I hate how I ramble on like this, I hate using the word 'I' so much in every little thing I write, It is quite disgusting to me that I can't put others before me, I desire to love but I never follow through, I am tired of being in a band that can never do anything, I am sick of not being able to play bass like I know I can, I hate my sub par writing skills that do nothing but attempt to duplicate something I have recently read, I hate how all I seem to do is complain, I hate being under this black veil of pain and death all the time, I despise the fact that I have to mask myself in lies and fake smiles just so I can make it through the day and not feel like I am a burden, I do not like being insincere, I hate lying through my teeth just so I can make it through certain times, I hate sexuality, I really do not like having to deal with the repercussions of someone else making the bright decision that me being born would be a 'good' idea, I hate how this may actually be read by someone and the fact they are not going to be able to understand me more then a few unknowable conclusions really annoys me and makes me wish it were possible to better pour my soul out...not because I understand why I have to do this, why I desire to speak my mind and my soul and my being but because I have the desperate desire to express myself and have other people judge and criticize it...it is like some kind of sadistic masochistic and philosophical explosion of self pity and arrogance...pretension maybe?
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Tonight was odd because I felt closer to God then I have in the longest time. The message itself was convicting in the sense of a reminder that I have a responsibility for not just myself but for how others are treated. Being touched by the Father is in no way just a private event, it is like we are swept up and loved so that we can love others and help them to feel and see the love of Father.
I can talk about love, charity, purity of heart, sacrifice of the will, giving up oneself to the ever encompassing love of the Father...but none of it means anything unless there is a sacrifice...a trading of our selfish and worthless pride for love.
I am so absolutely sick to death of myself. My pride, my desire, my lusts, my hates, my problems, my depression, my tears, my hatred, my addictions and my self absorbed pompous asinine ways. But I have not been forgotten. I spit and rant, beginning every sentence about me...every punctuation about me.
But still I am loved. Nothing I have ever done, nothing I could do would ever make me worthy. Finding me in the worse possible way Christ reached down and wrapped his arms around me. Stepping down into the mud, the mire, the slime of this world he took on my pain as I spat in his face. The beauty of the love is matched only by the seemingly impossibility of it all.
"A cloud moves in, rain falls, thunder strikes
And sunshine breaks through the clouds
I can cry out of sorrow and joy
Every drop of rain turns into a crystal in the sun
So wash my eyes, my clothes, my skin, my bones, my soul
My feet, my love
I’m not forgotten
I’m in your thoughts cause I feel sunshine in the rain
To this day nobody moves
Nobody
Nobody moves me like You"
-Blindside, "When I Remember"
I can talk about love, charity, purity of heart, sacrifice of the will, giving up oneself to the ever encompassing love of the Father...but none of it means anything unless there is a sacrifice...a trading of our selfish and worthless pride for love.
I am so absolutely sick to death of myself. My pride, my desire, my lusts, my hates, my problems, my depression, my tears, my hatred, my addictions and my self absorbed pompous asinine ways. But I have not been forgotten. I spit and rant, beginning every sentence about me...every punctuation about me.
But still I am loved. Nothing I have ever done, nothing I could do would ever make me worthy. Finding me in the worse possible way Christ reached down and wrapped his arms around me. Stepping down into the mud, the mire, the slime of this world he took on my pain as I spat in his face. The beauty of the love is matched only by the seemingly impossibility of it all.
"A cloud moves in, rain falls, thunder strikes
And sunshine breaks through the clouds
I can cry out of sorrow and joy
Every drop of rain turns into a crystal in the sun
So wash my eyes, my clothes, my skin, my bones, my soul
My feet, my love
I’m not forgotten
I’m in your thoughts cause I feel sunshine in the rain
To this day nobody moves
Nobody
Nobody moves me like You"
-Blindside, "When I Remember"
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Third Time Out
My third day to substitute teach. It has been a month since my first two days so I am feeling slightly rusty...or perhaps that is the feeling of rustic?
Regardless I have been up since five AM because of going to bed so early last night because of a migraine.
Random thoughts...random thoughts...
I am not even sure what to write. So much of my material comes from being in pain and since I am relatively free of pain for the time being I am lacking in material to write about.
The heart still beats, it pushes blood through the physical being as the deeper spiritual core still pulsates with life. Despite the cold unassuming appearances a deeper fire still remains. Putting to death our preconceived notions of life, the heart defies our expectancy, the limitations we place on love, on peace and on life.
Father we need you here. Please.
Regardless I have been up since five AM because of going to bed so early last night because of a migraine.
Random thoughts...random thoughts...
I am not even sure what to write. So much of my material comes from being in pain and since I am relatively free of pain for the time being I am lacking in material to write about.
The heart still beats, it pushes blood through the physical being as the deeper spiritual core still pulsates with life. Despite the cold unassuming appearances a deeper fire still remains. Putting to death our preconceived notions of life, the heart defies our expectancy, the limitations we place on love, on peace and on life.
Father we need you here. Please.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Yeah.
There is a consistent drained feeling that keeps coming and going. Somedays it is physical, other times emotional and most every day it is at least spiritual.
My general want is to run away from it all. To find an outlet in the very act of retreating further inside...but the problem I face is where to run when I have reached my own personal inner limits?
The subtle solution offered by more and more people is the idea of drowning out ideas we do not like with chemicals. It may be irrational paranoia but it almost feels like a method of subtle mind control. Sure, I am the last one to say anything negative about this kind of thing (it's not like I of all people have EVER taken antidepressants... >_>) but how far is to far?
I can assume the general opinion is that those who are severally depressed on a regular basis are not normal. That there is some inherent abnormality about them that should be fixed.
Is that so? I do not attempt to say there is no pleasant or happy things in the world but I think ignoring reality with a blind sugar coated view of life can be even more dangerous then a person attempting to view life in proper perspective.
Plus other events from the other week will not leave my mind. I feel guilty, confused and generally just filled with slight turmoil. Dramatic words for sure but bottom line I would like to just do the right thing and not cause more hurt. That is what I hate the most, even doing the right thing still hurts people.
Yeah.
My general want is to run away from it all. To find an outlet in the very act of retreating further inside...but the problem I face is where to run when I have reached my own personal inner limits?
The subtle solution offered by more and more people is the idea of drowning out ideas we do not like with chemicals. It may be irrational paranoia but it almost feels like a method of subtle mind control. Sure, I am the last one to say anything negative about this kind of thing (it's not like I of all people have EVER taken antidepressants... >_>) but how far is to far?
I can assume the general opinion is that those who are severally depressed on a regular basis are not normal. That there is some inherent abnormality about them that should be fixed.
Is that so? I do not attempt to say there is no pleasant or happy things in the world but I think ignoring reality with a blind sugar coated view of life can be even more dangerous then a person attempting to view life in proper perspective.
Plus other events from the other week will not leave my mind. I feel guilty, confused and generally just filled with slight turmoil. Dramatic words for sure but bottom line I would like to just do the right thing and not cause more hurt. That is what I hate the most, even doing the right thing still hurts people.
Yeah.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Ack.
I wish hatred was a simple of a solution as it seemed and I was under no obligation by a higher power to show love.
Companies are evil or at least seem to have their interest higher then those of employees. Arson almost seems like a better way to make money.
I still do not know what you want for me to do. Okay, I admit I have ideas but COME ON ALREADY, what am I supposed to do with that? How does this pan out into anything I can try to actually live life with? How much more weary does my soul need to be before you will step in?
You know I want to quit. I'm sick of it, I want to quit in every way. I would appreciate being rescued by your love.
"Love rescue me
Come forth and speak to me
Raise me up and don't let me fall
No man is my enemy
My own hands imprison me
Love rescue me
Many strangers have I met
On the road to my regret
Many lost who seek to find themselves in me
They ask me to reveal
The very thoughts they would conceal
Love rescue me
And the sun in the sky makes a shadow of you and I
Stretching out as the sun sinks in the sea
I'm here without a name in the palace of my shame
Love rescue me
In the cold mirror of a glass
I see my reflection pass
I see the dark shades of what I used to be
I see the purple of her eyes
The scarlet of my lies
Love rescue me
And the sun in the sky makes a shadow of you and I
Stretching out as the sun sinks in the sea
I'm hanging on by my thumbs
I'm ready for whatever comes
Love rescue me
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow
Yet I will fear no evil
I have cursed they rod and staff
They no longer comfort me
Love rescue me
I've conquered my past
The future is here at last
I stand at the entrance
To a new world I can see
The ruins to the right of me
Will soon have lost sight of me
Love rescue me"
- U2, 'Love Rescue Me'
Companies are evil or at least seem to have their interest higher then those of employees. Arson almost seems like a better way to make money.
I still do not know what you want for me to do. Okay, I admit I have ideas but COME ON ALREADY, what am I supposed to do with that? How does this pan out into anything I can try to actually live life with? How much more weary does my soul need to be before you will step in?
You know I want to quit. I'm sick of it, I want to quit in every way. I would appreciate being rescued by your love.
"Love rescue me
Come forth and speak to me
Raise me up and don't let me fall
No man is my enemy
My own hands imprison me
Love rescue me
Many strangers have I met
On the road to my regret
Many lost who seek to find themselves in me
They ask me to reveal
The very thoughts they would conceal
Love rescue me
And the sun in the sky makes a shadow of you and I
Stretching out as the sun sinks in the sea
I'm here without a name in the palace of my shame
Love rescue me
In the cold mirror of a glass
I see my reflection pass
I see the dark shades of what I used to be
I see the purple of her eyes
The scarlet of my lies
Love rescue me
And the sun in the sky makes a shadow of you and I
Stretching out as the sun sinks in the sea
I'm hanging on by my thumbs
I'm ready for whatever comes
Love rescue me
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow
Yet I will fear no evil
I have cursed they rod and staff
They no longer comfort me
Love rescue me
I've conquered my past
The future is here at last
I stand at the entrance
To a new world I can see
The ruins to the right of me
Will soon have lost sight of me
Love rescue me"
- U2, 'Love Rescue Me'
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Yeah it is another day but does that really mean a whole lot? After last night what do you plan on doing? Is there anything really worth saying or doing that will change anything?
You want real change, you want a genuine broken heart that will throw everything away?
I do not know why you would look at me or want to care but you have. Do not take me as being an ingrate but I wish things could be easier.
All the same, thank you.
You want real change, you want a genuine broken heart that will throw everything away?
I do not know why you would look at me or want to care but you have. Do not take me as being an ingrate but I wish things could be easier.
All the same, thank you.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Note to self:
Short story involving person having a conversation with their personal demons. A whole book of collection of short stories type thing, in the vain of Screwtape Letters as it were.
Personal demons in the sense of some tangible spirtual entity. Not cheesy in the sense of a script reject for The Exorcist XII but in the sense of something Biblical, ala Legion and 'The Strongman'. Real personal problems induced by physical, emotional, spirtual pain as well as the day to day living in this world.
Two layers of exsistance physical and spirtual.
A gradual change of focus off the self and more of the general self problems.
Personal demons in the sense of some tangible spirtual entity. Not cheesy in the sense of a script reject for The Exorcist XII but in the sense of something Biblical, ala Legion and 'The Strongman'. Real personal problems induced by physical, emotional, spirtual pain as well as the day to day living in this world.
Two layers of exsistance physical and spirtual.
A gradual change of focus off the self and more of the general self problems.
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