February 2012
3 posts
Singing Along
What a tune to share From sunsets and laughs To the sprinkling rain And the darkness inside From riding down an elevator Kicked out of a hotel To accomplishing life’s dreams What a melody to hear That makes even the loneliest heart Happy and welcome
It began with writing on the windows Cats and dogs with wings Trying to say hi to the cars around the interstate
Half an hour passed Til the...
First of the Thoughts
What did Adam think When the serpent came And stole away the love Destined forever his
What did Adam think When the Creator came And turned away the life Destined forever his
What did Adam think When the angel came And cast away the garden Destined forever his
What did Adam think When in the desert As he plowed What did Adam think And what did Adam lament?
And as Adam slaved, the promised...
Who can save us now?
None but the Lord.
January 2012
2 posts
Come Find Me
Here my sins Sweep them away Of this temple Cleanse it all Deliver the merchants away And bring the emptiness Let grace be the paint And mercy the tiles Of this temple
Come find me For I have sinned And be but a burden To a church I sought
Come find me here Help me love again Make this temple a loving one again Never a temple where It shall be described As rude or mean
But let this temple of...
Where shall peace lay?
The traveler seeks not the calm and peace ‘Til the storm shall rage and the road shall end But by then, the plains of peace are but a long past dream Of guilt and pain should the traveler be Knowing the whispers of God And turning away all the same Whose fault shall it be But of the man who sought the imperiling passion To forsake the reason that should have lived Who but the man should be...
December 2011
11 posts
The Son that should have been
What should sin be to me? It is dead, dead, all dead Its malignant hate off me Breaking terror no longer master What should sin be, but death?
Then, why should sin creep back in Seduce me right back in To give wrath and guilt? That with my own hand I drink this cup That should never have been drunk That I should pour judgment upon me To ruin the righteous clothes That covers my shame
That I...
The Dance Floor
Originally written on December 18, 2011
What a day to spend Of having unbiased friends Who should look at the worst And see just the best And laugh all the same With great big smiles And patient hearts To help a poor soul Dance off a some Spending the night With photography glamour And ritzy gambling While humming to the songs That makes everybody dance
But the one highlight came later that...
Revisit
From black to white There’s a room With photographs
And it’s growing New walls being made Old walls giving way To add more walls For more memories
Let this room Be the room that made it true That hope and dreams remain That no man can break these walls From white to black When life returns to its former shadow The light in each Shall be one small flame That makes a tunnel of a stars
...
“Dreadfully late in the day – as is so often the case with Mr Cameron and his...”
– Charles Moore (Telegraph)
And David Cameron thus forgot in his cool mind about Britain’s standing with the EU. Britain have effectively eliminated itself from the EU table.
Artist sketches what NPR personalities look like... →
LOL - now I have a visual on every person I hear on my ride to school.
November 2011
3 posts
“There is no surpassing experience. There is no deeper life. Christ is all and...”
– John MacArthur
fog of war
deep in thought 80 mph in a fog blinding everything else all the other cars being left behind as the feet remains and the acceleration holds now 85 in the fog not seeing past another car length but that’s okay because all curve and all else in the fog means so much less Without sight to make fear great
in this fog, the unconsciousness is tapped mesmerizing self, the conscious lose control...
October 2011
11 posts
Arcadia
How I wish to be in Arcadia, That of where peace flows Never ceasing, never lacking The love that is abounding That can be seen and believed! Oh how this heart yearns For the city of Arcadia High above in heaven’s realm Where goodness justly dwells And melodious praise plays
From this world, be no more There be no rest, no life That is less of pain And more of love How even the brethren...
“But it was fortunate for us, on that wintry eve of our untried life, to enjoy...”
– The Blithedale Romance (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
tumbling away
what agony dost my heart hold that on that night, it should be walking away and sinking into ocean’s night To be no more and feel no more To be running from the duty And be of great hurt To possess great pride And little else Of naught to boast But prouder still With the talk my heart spoke
What lifeline, what prayer should suffice If the rebellion is the heart inside What pride should the...
hush, child
in the night, with urban noises out and the people about there’s no shout only lots of doubt
Hush, child, Tis just the night So forlorn and unloved Where the war is won
Upon the battlefield Man and angel fight And the night’s just long Long enough for the sun to come
Wherefore dost the child cry? They answer, Of the night’s blinds That make her eyes die
Hush, child...
“Let’s live as His [children] not orphans.”
– Myung SMN
The Forest and the Plains
Take gentleness and walk into the forest But with anger as a friend, you’ll walk in the plains The road will be straight and quick. You won’t see the horizon, but you’ll know you’re on solid ground And that there is no fight to be won
But with gentleness and patience, Endurance shall be your friend And trials shall stalk every moment of your life Thorns shall prick and...
there it runs by
a hop, a beat there the skipping steeps making steps with each key to create a piano on stairwells and rails so each little child could find it neat and spend hours Stepping up and down To find that perfect note For his or her masterpiece no tech could sing the same as that old grand piano the child plays the smell and the sound the touch and the sight of good taste the aura has that no screen can...
Musings in Rain
The first rain comes After summer ends To leave glass stains And cloudy days
There’s fog And gloom Yet the voice of rain Soothes the temper Invokes reflection
Reading the words the thoughts on the page with the talks that were made upon the balcony one sunny day
On and on, the brother and sister spoke With laughter, hours past Quicker than a train With no souls onboard
Then she said Of how...
“We would not have reached this far…if it were not for the trials.”
– Roxanne Guinoo on her wedding day
Shootings on I-5 and Crashes on I-15
There were shots today on the I-5. Three of them was on the same road I take to the school. Shots at the exit I get off and shots nearby. There was a huge crash on Saturday on I-15 It’s the same road I go up every Saturday morning and Wednesday afternoon. I missed the crash by a few hours. And not so long ago, there was the shooting on the 163. I go down 163 to Balboa Park every so often....
Can you drink My cup?
Here I thought That I was an imagined hero Adored and relished for saving the day How great I must have been For crowds were many And I possessed the talents That made my pride inflate Twisting compliments And making them testimonies Attaining glory for myself But You came to me And brought upon a situation That I could not bear Without the provisions You provide Could I drink from the cup You...
September 2011
18 posts
“Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else’s...”
– from “Ed Wood” directed by Tim Burton
hello.
The wind’s blowing Covering her hair And making waves Floating on air
Here the angle is bright Because I could look every which way Up and down Left and right But still her face remains With all her blemishes And her warmth That make her More beautiful Than a pound of makeup As her mask
The sun makes her glow That even the night sky With stars shining bright Couldn’t compare to her
...
A Tree
Of rain and shine Dost the tree stand high Though man should chop And birds should peck Though animals climb And even live on it Though none should fathom The tree’s own thoughts Here the tree lies Used by all And loved by none
How dost a tree Be like me? For the tree, in silence, is thunderous And proud it should stand That no wind should make it bow But the breath that made it grow
Yet...
“Dear Madam,—
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a...”
– Abraham Lincoln
Thank You {for the birthday wishes} // New Blog
To those who gave me birth, to those who gave me life, to those who made me who I am, and to those who made me happy, made me believe, and made me prosper, to those who wrote happy birthday, sang happy birthday. Thank you for your love, patience, and hope in me. For your time and effort, for suffering and taking the burden, for building up and making it sound, for the prayers and the...
“I’m continually astonished by how powerful, beautiful, and dangerous language...”
– Stella Chen (ninstellaja)
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WatchThis is how I feel when I see a “haha” or a “LOL” on chat.
“It’s funny what You use to help me grow / So I’ll learn to love these days”
– Mandisa (These Days)
Basic Math
If I am lonely, I’ll write a letter to a person I am thankful of. And if by chance, they are lonely too, this letter will remind them someone thinks of them too. And by then, there’s two less lonely people in the world.
“It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and...”
– Conan O’Brien
“I’ll give you the gospel of St. John.
Hits me like a wake-up bomb
...”
– tobyMac
August 2011
11 posts
“Shai linne is living proof that God has a wonderful sense of humor. He once told...”
– Lamp Mode Recording Biography of Christian rapper Shai Linne [one of the more delightful, enjoyable biographies I read of musicians]
Random Act of Kindness #2
There he was: sitting at the picnic table. He was alone. It was an abnormal sight for a park on a Sunday afternoon where everyone but him had a companion or two to enjoy. But as kids ran around and adults cooked the burgers on the grill, he sat and looked to the horizon, almost oblivious to all the crowd’s laughter and screams. He was a like Stoic - with an overly grown gray beard and a worn...