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Writers block.
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Isaiah 12

"In that day you will sing:
“I will praise you, O Lord!
You were angry with me, but not any more.
Now you comfort me.
See, God has come to save me.
I will trust in him and not be afraid.
The Lord God is my strength and my song;
he has given me victory.”"
-Isaiah 12:1-2



I don't think I can grasp how horrible, how terrible sin is.
The rage, the destruction and the darkness caused by it.
I see myself.
But rarely do I stop to see You.

Could you be my strength?
Could you be the song on my life?
If there is victory to be had, may it be Yours and Yours alone?

If I have to walk this path with no outside human help...please hold my hand. Stay near and keep close because...this pain...this doubt...all of it is so real and I do not know what to do...

Quote of the Day:

"The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. Through violence you may murder the hater, but you do not murder hate. In fact, violence merely increases hate. So it goes. ... Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Isaiah 11

"Nothing will hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain,
for as the waters fill the sea,
so the earth will be filled with people who know the Lord.

In that day the heir to David’s throne
will be a banner of salvation to all the world.
The nations will rally to him,
and the land where he lives will be a glorious place."
-Isaiah 11:9-10

Can this be real?
Or is it just a dream?
A glimpse of eternity,
across this distant sea.

Father, please cover me.
Hold me close, like any father would.
Be my strength, for I have none.
My body, mind and soul fail me...
I am weak and needy.
Hold me as any father would
and heal me with Your Love.

Help me to see the Hell I create in my daily life.
Help me to care, help me develop compassion and love for all...not just the ones for whom it is convenient.


I have so many thoughts.
So many fears.
So many doubts.
Could You please...please...help me.
I do not want to wait here when there is so much across the Jordan river...

I'm alive for a purpose.
No?
Then I want to live.
I am in pain.
I fear I always will be...
But Your grace is sufficient.
Carry me for I am too weak to stand.


"This life has shown me how we're mended and how we're torn
How it's okay to be lonely as long as you're free
Sometimes my ground was stoney
And sometimes covered up with thorns
And only You could make it what it had to be
And now that it's done
Well, if they dressed me like a pauper
Or if they dined me like a prince
If they lay me with my fathers
Or if my ashes scatter on the wind
I don't care

But when I leave I want to go out like Elijah
With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire
And when I look back on the stars
Well, It'll be like a candlelight in Central Park
And it won't break my heart to say goodbye"

Reflect

Emotions.
Too strong.

Thoughts.
Too vague.

Reminders of life, lost and won.
Love, broken and scattered.

The sun rising and falling.
New to life, to this realm and living.

Maybe, just maybe.

Isaiah 10

"What sorrow awaits the unjust judges
and those who issue unfair laws.
They deprive the poor of justice
and deny the rights of the needy among my people.
They prey on widows
and take advantage of orphans."
-Isaiah 10:1-2


You can turn the unjust just.
You alone can turn this world upside down.
Father, turn me upside down.
Help me to see the unjust places in my life, grieve my soul and help me change.

Give me sight to see the things I can do in this world...and help me to not stop until I see You face to face.

Evidently I have an unintended habit of stepping on toes...I never realized just speaking my mind was so dangerous...

Idiosyncratic Ramblings

Meh.

Eh?

Bah.

Emph.

I really cannot get my mind going to start writing something coherent...mental and emotional funk in line with my physical aching and hurting.

So much...internal conflict and convoluted thought...over thought.
And things.
And pain.

I wonder.
Yeah it makes me wonder.
All the aches, pains and mehness.

Sums...everything adding to something...unknown and confusing...

I'm not even making sense to myself.
I could use less pain, warmth, a hug, reassurance, love, a gentle breeze, seeing the stars and knowing I am loved.

Things.
Yeah things.

I wish I could be more apathetic, more calm, more cool and collected then I tend to ever be.

Too much passion, too many emotions...all of it misdirected into...this black hole of pointlessness.


Everything will be better in time.
Everything will be healed.
Everything will be restored.
Everything made new.

It's just the waiting that kills me.

"Hey you
What you running from?
All your hate
What you've become
Bet you didn't think
It would happen to you
All used up
Half way through

And this is not my face
And this is not my life
And there is not a single thing here
I can recognize
This is all a dream
And none of you
are real
I'll give anything"

Anything.
Anything.
Any.
Thing.

Murph.

That...would be a good attempt at summarizing.

Incidental Transcendentalism

Dawn, is so peculiar.
Because of being so sick, so often I rarely take the time to enjoy anything outside of my room...much less the sun rising and setting.

The light coming to life and dying away.
Colors being painted across the sky, spreading across like the laugh of a child and then fading away like the last sparks of life.

We have these huge post marks of life and death.
Everything else in between helps some give some meaning.
It's so hard to remember how and why.

Contrary to popular belief I am not miserable all the time.
I just tend to feel things far too intensely for my own good.
Put me alongside those who are happy and I feel their joy.
Likewise for the miserable.




A pity Jesus said nothing about going to parties, concerts, playing more video games, watching more comedies and laughing more.

Then again, life is to be lived.
Who was it that said life was wasted on the living?
I've done and seen some amazing things.

Feeling the wind in my hair, the taste of salt on the air, the sounds of laughter and the mists of rain as a gentle kiss.+

So many of the small things in our lives reflect who we are, who we really are deep within us and behind all the masks we try to hide behind.


So that makes me wonder what my love of the absurd, silly and none sense says about me...if much at all.

As the day begins, much like it will end...in bed and darkness...I can't help but wonder what will or can happen today. How much pain, how tired, how life will happen and everything in and around the between.

Somethings and some people I may miss...but most I won't.
Most of the things I cannot.
Why waste my time worrying and grieving over things that were make believe in the first place?

Maybe I can have some non-cynical conversations today as well.
And maybe pigs will start flying as well.
Never know, right?

Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.

"There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb."




The one thing reality will not permit me is numbness.
No breaking from the pain.
Cycles...in and out, circular, moving, falling and being destroyed.

Why do I...and why should I care at all?

Moving beyond the open gate and into reality...seeing all there is to be seen and realize that none of it amounts to much...

Faith, hope and love...but where is the love?

Clever lines of jargon and disinformation...lies I fed to myself in order to invent you...make you up and become enamored with something that wasn't even real to begin with.

Curious...curious...

I wish sleep could take me and I would wake up to where everything was better...
One day...one day...one...day...

Placebo Verbiage

Words, words and more words.
Plenty of none sense.
The restless movement
being mixed
with relentless tension.

Words, words and more words.
Losing their meaning
and always redefining
just what it means
to be human.

Not sure what matters
or what the cost can cost
when everything
reaches a climax
of pointless heights.

Apathy in my cup
and wanting to find
hope and love
just waiting
and wanting to be found.

Making sense...of anything...is nowhere as easy as it used to be.

I'm getting way too old for handling any of this stuff...

Is twenty-five too young for retirement?

Isaiah 9

"The people who walk in darkness
will see a great light.
For those who live in a land of deep darkness,
a light will shine."
-Isaiah 9:2

So much darkness.
So much pain.

I d not even have to think to find suffering, pain, rejection, despair and hate.

It's so murky, so confusing...it feels like every time I find something on this damn planet even remotely stable...uncertainty and pain flare up...

Is this your way of saying I should stay alone and find solace in solitude alone?
Or maybe I should just listen to Pink Floyd even louder and hope the good music at least does something encouraging?


I can't see.
I think I did.
At some point it seems there was more...

But here is blindness and I'm praying for a light.
Not just a tiny illumination...but a blinding reclaiming of every aspect...


I'm sick of my own ignorance.
Of the games played.
Of not seeing when I look.
I just need freedom.
Even if it's painful and awkward freedom.

I don't want to see by false lights.
I do not want to get my hopes set on falsehoods.
I just want to know, see and live truth.
Everything else is silly and pointless.

Please, please...illuminate my life.
Help me to find and destroy this darkness with Your Light.
Illuminate, burn and never end.

"Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the
promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue
sky?

Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on."

"I found a dark, infernal place I don't want to face anymore
Somehow, I won't stop feeding the pain
My heart's just the same as before

So now I'm stuck here
Between the guilty and the insincere
The words I spoke have left me here all alone
I should have known this
I never saw the backlash when the tide began to rise
I wish it all gone
I could've burned it when I had the choice
And now I'd die to kill the noise in my head"

Dreams Becoming Nightmares

The worst thing seems to be getting what we want.
Not what we need.
But what we want.

Nightmares are my reward for dreaming and dreaming too hard.

A statement that is a bit egocentric and full self-righteousness, yes but if you don't know that about me by now I don't think you ever will.

Literal nightmares.
Disturbing and upsetting enough that even seeing the painful scene last night, it because the fuel for my dreams.

Nightmares.

Whispers, voices from the other side of eternity, pressing from the aether and spinning into the chaos that runs the gauntlet of my nerve cells, neurological impulses making less sense today then they did yesterday.

Does it matter if I love you?
What if I always have loved you?
What if I had loved you since the beginning of time?

Impossibilities.
Words are meaningless.
The actions of a coward are nothing.

Negative reaction, not even two negative being able to make a positive because it is merely a wave of negative that creates, makes, breeds and...this.

This.

Do you see?

Can you see?

Does it matter?

Can it matter?

I keep wanting to withdraw.
At least that way I wouldn't have new hurts.
I could just let the current wounds fester.
I could create my own reality.
Which would be more real than this one.

Everything and nothing are playing out on the state.
Seeing, believing and failing to understand.
Why?
How?
Where?

Passing and falling, all over again.

Even the things I love I will begin to hate.
It is all just a matter of time.
Weakness.
And The Dark spreading and corrupting.

"Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your father, he made the world in seven
He's in charge of Heaven
Will you put a word in for me"

Cave of Illusion

The crevice within is growing,
small rock chips and water droplets
all falling at their pace.

Whispered winds are moaning
dancing across the edge
making and moving as it will displace.

Certain people frustrate me to no end.
Granted, I must do the same thing to other people.
However hypocritical it is, they make me want to set them on fire all the same.

But I suppose some of the best prayers are either never answered or are simply a no.

I'm silly Lord.
Thank You for loving me.

Empty Case File

Smoke in the air,
cheap drinks across the room
and not enough change for the fare.

Looking for something,
a kind of reform
the kind of thing
is to find the truth
which is true for me
and not just
falsely printed liturgy.

Hearts on the sleeve,
and the Word
written on the heart.
Philosophy and religion,
holding hands
walking step by step,
truth in truth.

Bins with discarding notes
charting out discarded paths
and false mentalities.
Captain of my faith
and challenger of destiny
crying out for a real direction.

False direction,
fake dichotomies
and realizing this old tomes
are nothing but the chronicles
of a broken and disenfranchised soul
that has written it's way into tombs.

Murfhph.

That...is about...what sums it up.

I hate the feeling of just being on autopilot.
Nodding.
Agreeing.
Saying what's expected and needed.

I wonder, how much it matters...