Cosmic Selfishness

Salvation is infinitely the most incredible thing to ever happen to mankind. Nothing comes even remotely close to being as precious as the chance to spend eternity with the God that created us. It is therefore our obvious duty to share this gift with everyone we come across. Not doing so would pin us as the most infinitely selfish beings in all of creation...

Just around the dark.

The silence that surrounds me, reminds me of the light that found me,

Sounding off in a roar of revelatory and unrestrained violence,

I was cast from the middle of the night I wandered in,

I am a mesonoxian man, displaced by something bigger than myself.

Marauding parades of gilded memories deceive me and

The fleeting fragility of the things I once held so dear is exposed,

And I once again reel in my insensitivity.

Instead of sending me, sentimentality seeks to render me.

A hint of something cosmic gleans in my mind's eye,

I wish that I had wished that I would never have found myself here.

sorry.

ı ɯıss ʎon' ı,ɯ louǝlʎ' ɐup ı,ɯ sɐp˙ ı,ɯ ɥɐlɟ oɟ ʍɥɐʇ ı ʍɐs˙

All That Life Had Done

When life was thrown from nowhere
There became, where there was nothing, something. And running from the ocean and coming from the inside there were motions, and all around the lights there was angst and there were notions to collapse, and there was not peace.

But when space had opened her majestic arms and on far away celestial farms had planted light and sound, all around there was a singing, an ethereal ringing, a song that sang the words of life. So something grew, and became the first new. Novelty found her newfound place at the rightful hand of lively space. Something had become what nothing hadn't seen, and life thrown from nowhere had come to be.

And when life had lived what life had lived and so had all that was from what life did, so went all that had become and what became from all that life had done.

delete.

Blood Red and Amber

( My newest song, written for a very special someone:) )

Blood red and amber, my answer's growing dark

I asked for something that would never stop or start

Baby blue and a smile from you, let's come here when we're older

But I'm just talking to myself for the things I haven't told her

This isn't ordinary, more than what we thought

She keeps me waiting and she stays later than she ought

The moonlight paints her face on a quiet night in May

She said she wasn't nervous, she left me in a daze

She looks at me

and I am weak

Speak to me softly and tell me you're as crazy as me

The weight of this moment is moving and I can't breathe

We can win over the whole world if you want to

I've searched the whole world over and still I want you

My lonely conscience called to me

And caused me to leave what I had known

I ran like heaven and hell were nipping at my heels

And now she feels like home

Speak to me softly and tell me you're as crazy as me

The weight of this moment is moving and I can't breathe

We can win over the whole world if you want to

I've searched the whole world over and still I want you

On ne peut désirer ce qu'on ne connaît pas.

I'm really getting tired of having to experience everything with other people. harsh huh? I believe a large number of people have this same problem and don't realize it. Obviously most of the things people do are direct responses to the words and actions of people around them, but do they realize that their thoughts and emotions are affected just as much? I came upon this realization when watching Braveheart with my cousins. One of them started to cry and then another, who might not have been as affected by the scene before noticing my cousin's reaction, began to cry as well. By the end of it all I was wondering why I wasn't crying. Then it hit me, the way I feel about a lot of things is a product of the thoughts and opinions of people around me. School- most important thing in life. God- also, most important thing in life. People- all of them are untrustworthy. Things like this have evolved out of my parents' view of things and my friends' view of things and their parents' view of things and it's beginning to bother me. I'm ready to go off for a long time and be alone so that I can form my own opinions of life and the world. I want to experience things unhindered and uninfluenced. Life is short, and I refuse to spend it looking through eyes that are not my own.