Bartender I'm going to need another bottle of generic Naproxen Sodium, stat!

Hooray for being a screw up!

On the plus side facebook actually proved useful in letting me know about my mom's birthday a few days ahead of time.

God, that is so sad.

I can't remember numbers and dates to save my life.

Tomorrow is in fact another day...it's a step...somewhere at least.

Shoo angst don't bother me. =/

Pain is such an odd, strange sensation.

I want to hide, I'm afraid of what I am opening now.

Just speaking seems like a sin and I see no real way out.

I keep looking, trying to breath, begging for a way out and a way to see and everything is blank.

What is this?
What is going on?

I think it's less scary to be involved with questions because the answers are so definitive and terrifying.

I want to run away but I want better grammar.

Does it matter when I hurt as well?

I don't know how to answer these problems except to say not knowing is still in fact a type of knowing, just not one people are happy with.

Should I move?
Am I just being delusional?
If I can beg, borrow or metaphorically steal the money I'm going...

...just where is up to You and...maybe...

...but if I am not careful it will be nothing more than second guesses about guesses and God the pain, the pain of change and knowing that You love me enough to never leave me here.

Bless me even if it kills me Father.

"And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass
And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass
It's just a moment, this time will pass"

Quote of the day:

Black Mage: I have doubts about the viability of manned flight.
Red Mage: Is it the crashing? It's the crashing isn't it?
Black Mage: It features prominently.
Thief: We're not going to accomplish anything by burning to death in here. Let's move!
Black Mage: But there's no fire.

FWOOSH!

Black Mage: Oh, THAT fire.

God, why do I butcher so many things?

"And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and T.V. reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On a Sunday bloody Sunday"

A Crimson Painted Rose For You, Dear

The excruciating pain is back...spreading it feels like.

I can't talk to...no...

It is inconsequential.
I hate myself so much sometimes.
I want to be strong when I'm weak.
I hate the pain I cause more than me.
Why do I butcher relationships?
The people I hurt the most are...
Redundancy, ridiculousness, redemption...?

Baptized thoughts, moderately alright.
Jesus Christ, don't leave me here.
Teach me to love, even, even me.
I've forgotten what life is just long...enough...

I want to hurt myself again,
baptize myself in pain
to trim away
just cut away
and see the hurt
and feel it deep in my soul
so I know
that you know
what this hate
feels like
overflowing
and filling up your soul.

Everything, everyone
just hurts.
It all hurts.
Every thought, every breath
every cry, every mindless baying purchase
bringing you right back to here.
I'm sick of temporal,
the fleeting finite
and I want it to all end.

I want to sleep now,
forever and ever.
See this body die
and my soul break free
to just fly, fly to You
and never be separated again.
By this sin, this shame;
my finite eternal Hell on earth.

I am exasperation,
I am desperation,
I am desecration,
I am the desolation,
I am the decree of blaspheme
of which you all have been waiting for.
The one who would crack,
finally snap
and realize how little has meaning.
Strip me down,
rip me apart
and take away this mountain of trash.
I'm wearing my own crown of shame
and feel it being twisted in
and the thorns cutting into my scalp
as I sit here mocking You
just as I mocked myself
on that faithful Day.

I feel anger,
enough rage to explode
and destroy this unholy
and distracted place.
Enough rage to hate me
almost as much as You
and realize how this has been a waste
a grand gesture of futile reminiscence
of just how much I hate.

I can sing
but it's distorted
and dissonance
and a dichotomy of sin,
pure unadulterated
adultery of the soul.
I was never Yours,
just a goat
playing at being a sheep
and here I am.
Just send me to the slaughter as You will
and be done with it
because I can't fake it
one more minute
or hold onto something I never knew
as this falsehood.

The one who reads this line
will think it is for them
never realizing this was never
it could never be about this
or the events of that
just the juxtaposition
of a soul screaming for Home,
never knowing or wanting this life
but being damned into the flesh
and longing for release.

I'm screaming please,
no more.
God let this pain end.
I can't carry this weight,
You promised to make it light and easy
but all I feel is the weight digging
and burrowing into my soul.
The vampires of fellowship
just draining my strength
and I want this all to burn.
What little I loved I hate now
and want to see flames
and everything I loved destroyed
just so there is a monument
to my shame, my fear and weakness.
So they know I never lied
and the pain I am in
is so real
they would kill themselves
just to be free
and I'll never
never
hear someone accusing me of faking
pretending to be ill
or
say how useless I am
because of choices I never made.

I hate this weakness
that drives my soul
to pretend
and fake
loving
and
knowing
so much hatred
because I'm afraid of love
or committing to life
and
and
and
I just long to be free
from this Hell
this temporal
that feels eternal
Jesus Christ
I love you so
that it hurts to know
the Eternal
and feel so ignored.

I am ignoble
and full of sin
and not worthy
to whisper Your name
while I lay
crumpled
dying
bleeding
in this pile of ----
begging to be named
just so I can hurt more
and it's trite
and reluctant
and full of refuse
that I refuse
to name again.
Demons clinging to my soul
as I drift like a leaf
begging to be a cherry blossom
so I may be beautiful
just for once in my short life.
Temporal as a deficient
as speaking with you.
Just leaving me more empty
as I long for less empathy
just so I won't miss...as...much.

And here again,
I dance to the music slowly
wishing for You
to consume my soul
burn me alive
and replace this pain with
Love eternal
and here
here
here
here
here
here
I wait.

Again.

At night.

Hoping,
praying,
loathing,
crying,
sinning,
hating,
not knowing
and waiting.

Please be swift
be quick to save
and revive me from
my
selfishness
sin
desocration
of soul
again.

I offered no bookends,
no blank pages
just this falling apart
sensation in my soul.
Take it as You will
and know,
just know
how little remains
as I fall
but how I loved You
before I knew You
and I will die
just to Love,
just to Love again.

"Scarlet" - U2

"Blind" - Kevin Max

Blissful Interloping Pain

Jesus, why do I bother to open my mouth?

I talk about how it feels like, how much pain I am in, like razor blades mixed with liquid fire, well I deserve worse than that for complaining so much when there are those worse off then me.

I'm singing so poor
so far off the key
that I don't want this
I want to leave by the door
and leave this forevermore
and just ditch this useless day
and live at night by candlelight.

My eyes stopped seeing
around the time
my heart stopped feeling
it's almost worth the tears
to just say again
how this is criminal,
knowing I betrayed You
by this heartbeat
and every thought I had
was about me, never You.

I would ask to feel hope
but no one numb can
at all.
Redistributed
and fallin
just fallen in here
falling to You
falling for You
and praying it hurts
when I crash
and break through this ice.

Not just because I hate me
but because I love You.
Take these nerve strands,
just unwind them
let me feel again,
let me love again
just take these prayerful
foolish inkling of wanting me
instead of just You.

"If I Could Make It Work In Life" - Kevin Max

There is nothing quite like the feeling of irrelevancy to bring out my feelings of feeling completely and utterly useless.

"This Is Who We Are" - As I Lay Dying

Now this is who we are
I am no one's hero
For we are not the giant men
That some may think
You are faithful when we are not
So I'd like to tell this story
The way it is meant to be
Without the burden that's in our hearts
None of us would have ever found You
For You are faithful when we are not
You began a work
That only you can complete

Now this is who we are
I'll never know the answers
And I'll always wonder why

...Why we're given grace we'll never deserve
And a second chance that we will never earn
For there is nothing I can do to save myself

Now this is who we are
I'll never know the answers
And I'll always wonder why
But You have let me start again
I'd rather be called weak
Than die thinking I was strong

I wish I could have driven down to Tampa to see U2 against last night...apparently it was almost the exact same set list as Tuesday...but I don't care.


"And we're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
When I got there, I go there with you
It's all I can do"

It's the small things in life...which make life worth living.

The conversations, the sunsets, the blades of grass and the sick cat sleeping on my right foot.

The darkness may seem impossible...but it never is.
We are blinded by our finite nature...and all of these things will work out, have to work out for the best.

I can't say I understand everything...all the pain...every vivid exposure of the soul...but I can say thank you for showing up. Taking the time to speak and being willing to take a second to laugh.

It's the small moments that I think we're all be thankful for when this confusing ride is over.

Readily Failed to Believe

I go there to the corner where the bridge and water is and look.

Just waiting for something to happen, a passing by of chance or maybe just a change in the weather.

Surely what I'm waiting for will come.
Even when I don't know what I am looking for.
But I know it is there.
Just outside my field of vision, just beyond imagination.
Touching hope, pictures of the past and praying things can change.

That the pain won't endure, that peace will overflow.
Maybe hope can spring eternal.
In Your Love, by it, for it and with it.
Because the pain is too much.
Let the rain fall while there is still time
before the end comes
and the pain is too vivid.
Let it wash away these stains,
the blood cleansing the scarlet
making all as pure as white snow
because only Love sprung from infinity,
forged in the eternity
can wash away the failure
of such an infinitesimal
broken machine as we.

Still doing my research...apparently this guy was the favorite to win the prize:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morgan_Tsvangirai

I found the BBC article on the actual news bit:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8299824.stm


I'm still confuzzled...well so confused I had to dip back into the ground of nongrammer.

Maybe if I sleep again at some point I'll understand better.

I don't know.

I hate politics...the more I read the more cynical I become.
It's not like I want the guy to fail...I would love to have a politician or two I have respect for...or something.

It's nothing worth getting worked up over but it's just...odd to me.

So...maybe the human body...DOES need...sleep...

That would explain why I do not remember 95% of this week, my sudden drop in feelings betters, my agreeing to do some silly things, my sudden drop in writing (And drop in quality material mind you) and...and...I can't think.

Flubub.

Quote me on that.

So I tend to not jump the gun as much as I cause physics to work backwards and cause the gun to explode.

Yeah.

I'm sure there is application for reversible physics somewhere.

I also feel like I'm loosing something.

And there is a an unexpected windfall coming.

The very bad kind.

My research skills are a fail...google can't even save me now...

Obama + Peace Prize = Wtf?

What did he win it for?

Seriously.

I'm confused now.

Well, extra confused at least...

Quote of the day Two:

Red Mage - "Oh, we're falling out of the sky at an incredible rate!"
Black Mage - "Damn this bucket of bolts!"
Thief - There's not a single bolt in its frame. This is more one of your 'Chewing gum and prayer' flying ships.
Black Mage - I thought this thing was fixed!
Thief - We fortified it with the prayer!
Red Mage - What more do you want?!?


http://www.nuklearpower.com/2004/12/04/episode-487-going-down-oh-grow-up/

Quote of the day:

"When you gotta do something wrong, you gotta do it right!"
-Fighter, "8-bit Theater"