So much on my mind...and no one to talk to...the plus side is that things are quite...

I just wish my mind would bother to shut off...

Is it too much to wish for happy endings still?

Red Eyes

Redundant thoughts pertaining
and recalling every second here,
freeing in this falling space
as hope in light breaking dark
with every second just passing.

Anger, raw emotion at this breaking point
of no knowing and reinventing my steps
with the pulsing heart beats
and blood dripping from the arteries
into the mind of sin.

Pretty,
falling and flying
mammon and machine
everything you never seen.
Bleeding sentiment
while falling over the trapping
of your eclipsed soul,
food for thought
and devour all you see.
Justice in inaction
with beautiful painted glass ornaments
that mean more
than the living soul
you placed within it.

Having a migraine and nausea is not fun...the plus side is the apartment is empty tonight while my hosts are off to work and a birthday dinner...

Plus 'Forrest Gump' is on. This movie makes me cry more than it should...but it captures so many emotions and feelings and thoughts...

Six hours of gaming, spaghetti with bacon and marshmallow brownies...the only way the night could have been better is if there would have been less tangents in the first few hours of play...but I tend to be too worried about that stuff.

All in all one heck of a good time. ^_^

Quote of the Day:

“We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn.'”
-C.S. Lewis quote

Poor Offerings to the Muse

I've never had
never had enough,
enough of these words
or of hope to share.
Life has taken
much more than it's given
but here you are.

Isolated,
but never truly alone.
Distance is a pale metaphor
for love
and time is never a friend
except when counting the seconds
of being blessed
and the uptake of the burning inspiration
of your Muse whisperings in my ear.

Words can never be enough
to give definition
and figure
to the hope
and the love
and all these words
will never be able to
give justice
or make the beauty have life
until you breath inspiration over it
and realize,
just realize the creative spirit
and brightness you inspire.

Even in the Darkness
there is hope
and more and more Light
because you are there.

Hold on,
the resolution is coming
and even when the curtain falls
the beauty of Love
shall never die.

I'm so sick of being in pain...

Quote of the Day:

“Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are.”
-Augustine of Hippo

Worry.

Pugs eating people? o_O

I KNEW there was a reason why I didn't like those animals...cats are so much superior to those treacherous canines...you at least know felines only want to use you for warmth and food...

http://www.wowt.com/news/headlines/79365732.html

Just one of those days spent waiting...

There are not words enough to voice my thoughts...to give justice to the multitude of questions, doubts, fears, hope, needs and shallow love I have to express to You, Lover of the Soul.

Everything I have hoped for...has it been in vain?
It feels so much that everything I have wanted has been the wrong thing, much less the wrong thing at the wrong time.

I'm a child who has lost his way and can't figure out my left hand from my right.

Why in the name of God would You want to trust me with taking the Gospel anywhere? I can't find my voice, I am so scared too...my shallow heart wants to have everyone love me and I am terrified of being hated.

I'm so sick from not feeling You my Love, I'm so sick and I need You more than I need anything in this life, in this world...everything is a cancer eating at me...I loose my sight and I cannot see...I cannot feel and I just feel like I am making a religious display that should just be burned away.

I need Truth, ergo I need You.
Nothing else, nothing else matters.
I will traverse this wasteland alone if it will please You.
I just...need You, can You understand that?
Need, desperate need where I ache so desperately for You.

Every relationship I have with people is going to die, everything I have ever loved is going to fade...and then what?

I feel like my soul is just full of garbage and lies...do I have anything beyond the base elements? Anything that is more substantial than...'maybe'? I have to equate love and faith as different sides of the same coin...I can't see either and I barely feel them in this cold night...

Paradox?

Is that what it boils down to...unreconciled contradictions that cause my heart and soul to endlessly ache?

The pain isn't in the emptiness...but that things have yet to be fulfilled...there is the hope and longing want that maybe...just maybe...this side of Eternity there will be...things might...just...

Jesus, You know how to make the word 'maybe' into such a loaded noun.

I'm not the kind of person who is okay not asking questions...if I didn't voice my doubt and fear...what shreds of sanity I have left would have jumped ship years ago...like it almost did back in college.

What now?
What next?
The more I read and the more I try to know...the less I understand and the less I know...give and take?

Just...help this, help me become something beautiful...

Quote of the Day:

"A fire broke out backstage in a theater. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to the general applause of wits who believe it's a joke."
-Soren Kierkegaard

I wish I could inspire hope for those that truly need it...

Dear Jesus

Thank you for letting one of my friends be clear of cancer.

One down and one to go.

Can we try to make this a two for two please?

Thank you.

Regards;
-Matt.

Quote of the Day:

"To summarize: it is a well-known fact that those people who most want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it. To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job. To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem."
-Douglas Adams

I'm either being glue to help holds things together...or just a wedge to push things apart.

Why can't I simply just love?

Logical Reversals

Day and night,
night and day.
Hours, minuted and seconds
just bleeding into the next.

Perception fading in and out
set to the rhythm
of your broken
and bleeding hearts.

Lacking substantial rhyme or reason
for this display
of turbulence
I just loose myself
and pray,
just pray for the coming Light.

Pain,
blinding and all encompassing,
pain that rips my body asunder
and pulls my soul out of its apathy
as I collapse gasping for air.

Value judgment calls
about the worth of the person
who lacks your dogma,
and I can't help but feel pity
for the close minds
that cause so much pain.

I want to feel again,
I want my heart and soul to bleed
and feel the hope
as they feel in pain.
Every last passing second
as I wait and cry
I will stand and die
just to feel
Your heartbeat again.

I have nothing
but this heart to given,
broken and black
as I hope for something more.

"The world is full of ones like me, who need to see the truth
But the truth is never truth indeed, the truth is only You
The world will soon become extinct, the age will pass away
And all will know that you are God, hallowed be Your name"

"Your eyes
Are always there
Your eyes
Are what I came for

Your eyes
Drive away my fear
Your eyes
I could just stand there and adore

Stop just right there
Everything has to stop to steal time
For whom I want to be near
Yes I do care and I love the love we share

And I know You're alive
I'll give my heart to survive
This world has nothing to offer a human soul
Reaching for the sky
So Father of light
Keep this human spirit alive"

The sheer amount of improbability is soaring and flying to new heights.

It seems understanding is merely a luxury these days...

Quote of the Day:

“God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: he makes saints out of sinners.”
-Soren Kierkegaard

Falling, Falling...

In so many words I just wish God would open the heavens and direct me to someplace like he did the prophets in the Old Testament and the Apostles in the New Testament.

It feels like every time I have 'felt' God tell me to go somewhere...things have blown up in my face in one way or another.

I'm still rather baffled about being in Chicago.
This has been...actually relaxing...I've enjoyed meeting new people (despite cultural, religious and philosophical differences being so extreme at times) and it wasn't uncomfortable.

The thing that makes me upset is that these beautiful people would not be accepted by most Christians and churches I know. Because of the lifestyles, beliefs and language they use...this would make the majority of the people I know that are 'good' Christians uncomfortable enough to ignore them.

For those keeping score at home, yes this is irony because I am making both assumption and judgment based upon previous experience...but honestly I can hear the conversations in my head.


It would take place at a circle table at church, people asking for prayer for such 'poor, ungodly people' for their unspeakable sins they commit. Why is prayer seemingly always turned into this chance for gossip?

Value judgments aside, where did this asinine assumption of superiority come from?

Growing up, why were we always told to not make friends with non Christians? That if we're around 'bad' people they would rub off on us?

Where is Jesus to be found in that load of crap?

There is nothing to be found in gathering together with the same tired cliches and useless expressions of holiness. I keep going on about how I want to break down barriers but the biggest hurdle is my own judgmental heart full of sin and pain.





Every time I think I know where my Nineveh is...things change and keep changing...action and reaction...things are it's own every growing mess of confusion. I think maybe it's because of my skewed perception that I think I am lost.

I'm starting to believe I am here...right here, in this chair, in this apartment in a suburb of Chicago for a real reason. What that reason is...I know not and any absolute certainty at this point is sheer silliness.

It's like the people so enamored with being in love that they only see what they want to see...they only see people as being a means to their end...it's a shame I've been treating Jesus like this.

I'm alive for a reason, part of that is to actually enjoy life...along the way it is possible to learn to share my heart and mind with those around me...I just desperately need to find Christians I can spend time with that will drop the charades and just be themselves...I can't take being around religious bigots much more...it's been dangerous being around those who have lived outside the church...it's helping me see my own hypocrisies much more clearly.

I just wish this thorn of pride could be ripped out...and I could start loving freely instead based on a value system.

So many thoughts...would you believe hope is mixed in?
Even in my bitter jaded self...hope is wrapped in and around my lungs and heart as I look to the heavens and feel the music pouring into my soul and out my lips.

Hope lives and will thrive, it will let me laugh and smile and embrace those I love...

This isn't the end of anything, just the beginning of eternity.

What would shut me up long enough for me to be 'happy'?