"I Will Follow" - U2

Am concerned enough to almost try something stupid. Almost.

Time.

Wait.

Hate.

Annoyance.

Need to be proactive.

Worry, worry, worry.

Hackers and crackers with WOW, what next?

Worry, worry, worry.

Crazed unfriendliness towards those I love?

Unacceptable.

Not sure if this will help but go to itunes and download Brave Saint Saturn's album "The Light of All Things Hoped For", put it on something portable, get some headphones and lay down with it.

Thinking about...and prayer...hope...peace...and love...something more than just mere sentiment but genuine...beyond human's lack of care and inability to understand...but the peace beyond understanding...to you in ways only you can understand.

As always...muse...I stand ready for a transmission...a reception of some sort...to know the work is heading in the right way...I need your grace and guidance for this to take off and land.

The darkness overwhelms...threatens to drown...but the darkness cannot perceive the Light and is overwhelmed at the thought of the divine reaching beyond the legislation to humans...the part spirit and part animal mixtures that get more wrong than right...but that love still prevails...and reaches into the soul...and brings one soul to another...no matter the miles, the pain or the fear.

Love wins.

I wish I could find a video of the song "The Sky - Alpha" by Showbread.

That would possibly work.

Even though words are lacking in words to help...I don't hate your life.

Away to the ceremony of graduates I must go!

Feeling my soul burst into flames at there mere thought of your whispery inspiration...I have to ask...why dear muse have you been so silent as of late?

See the large stack of things to do?
My bad health?
Lack of income?

I'm trying to meet you in the middle here but if you don't get with the sprinkling of the magical muse dust I'm going to come in there and get it.

I say that with sincere love of course.

I hate being so paranoid about oversleeping that I do not sleep at all...*sigh*...

Progress has been elusive...but the conversation...outside...and in has been productive in its own ways...leading to conclusions...creating and cross synapses that have only dreamed of being fired and opening pathways of thought into metaphors and unexpected conclusions.

Five AM though...what a time for phone calls.

Prayer and sentiment mixed with hope...directed to those sick and ailing...in the body, mind and soul...so much more yet so much less...things are gathering, being blown and directed in ways most unexpected.

What is this hope?
This light daring to pierce darkest night?

Unspoken words...acknowledge and given via train of thought to those in most of need...suffocating on the lack of consideration and love...not knowing how dearly beloved you are in both thought and action. Beloved, muse and all.

"The Goat" - Showbread

For A Smile...

...make sure to watch in order.

Prayer and warm thoughts.

Having a soul on fire with no logical way to stop the fire...the pain at times is odd.

When it rains it pours...when you don't sleep you don't dream and when you don't get a phone call at 5AM you can always wait for the next day...you know?

Interesting...that was amazing.

Apologies are unneeded, existentialism is needed...continue on...continue on...

Yikes...I should always check and read first. >_<

Sorry.

Oh well...no sleep.

Hope it gets better soon...

Here I go...once again...*cue White Snake song*

"Staring at the Sun" - U2

I miss you.

Pain is there too.

Can't breath so well...pain...so...much.

There is a certain degree of madness that is becoming evident as the day progresses...thoughts...feelings...confusion.

An answer is asked for...definitions too...and it is something I lack.

I don't know how to give justification or explanation for any of this...it is.

Truth and love...all relevant and beautiful despite the pain that does manifest.

How?
Why?
Where?

Where is this all going?
What is to come of it all?

Finding Nineveh...such an odd journey.

Tired Bones and Weary Souls

Why does my body have to scream in agony every time I try to get out of bed? What do I have to hurt? What point will this serve?

Why...why do you never leave me when I forsake You?

How do you love such a broken creation...I am so tired, so broken and God so ashamed. I wish I could pull up into myself and hide from the dread Your beauty instills into my soul. I see your love, your compassion and God your grace...they terrify me and shake me to my core.

To realize my limitations and how self obsessed...and how broken.

Where does it end?

But this love, how can it begin when everything feels so run down, so broken and so impossible?