tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67891820305263148442024-03-21T19:17:15.119-07:00At last a place where things make sense.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789182030526314844.post-52952831814168426872009-01-03T18:15:00.001-08:002009-01-03T18:15:28.215-08:00Here we goaaannnddd it begins...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789182030526314844.post-57456688299715001292008-07-02T21:11:00.001-07:002008-07-02T21:11:53.742-07:00Testing testing 1, 2, 3alrighty, lets breath some life back in this thing!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789182030526314844.post-73195276780192549072008-02-01T21:01:00.000-08:002008-02-01T21:07:15.791-08:00I met a Lady today<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMZAG1lHyJ1jjhziZh3ieJKOOKkeQRAEGOEPDGlalr_MlKAdXlSVdgXxJcyc0fx1cV78emhwugvELMmnYksEgSQRaIQ_mksD6UTwn8EzuvPfdaDD_YitxR5ejJhu32nZ10h6VBBiZl2Y/s1600-h/23263328.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162244207226568850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMZAG1lHyJ1jjhziZh3ieJKOOKkeQRAEGOEPDGlalr_MlKAdXlSVdgXxJcyc0fx1cV78emhwugvELMmnYksEgSQRaIQ_mksD6UTwn8EzuvPfdaDD_YitxR5ejJhu32nZ10h6VBBiZl2Y/s320/23263328.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I met a Lady today. She wore her clothes in different sophisticated arrays. Her hat was on just right. Not too far to the left, and not too far to the right.</div><br /><div>She wore an intoxicating perfume. That demanded my attention from across the room.Her words, her touch, her smiling eyes.</div><br /><div>Her addictive laugh, I swear, such beauty can bring a tear to a man’s eye.</div><br /><div>I have seen girls like that before. But whatever they did she could do more.</div><br /><div>How she unknowingly ordered you to her charm,</div><div>And acted so calm and collected when around her you put your arm.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>What a real something that girl was, Intelligent, intuitive and reactive.</div><br /><div>Acts before she thinks, and leaves herself wondering how she did what she did.</div><br /><div>But enough of her pretty side now, Because like a coin a girl often has 2 sides, with one in disguise.</div><br /><div>She’s intoxicated with her looks, her moves and her charm. One could say that when she holds herself, her lover is in her arms.</div><br /><div>She feeds off the attention, and like a fool she is guilty of pretension.</div><br /><div>She’s only oh so hollow, hallow and wasted,</div><br /><div>She longs for a love she has never tasted.</div><br /><div>And for the redemption for which she had patiently waited.</div><br /><div>But Alas how can one see redemption when their eyes are on themselves?</div><br /><div>Or on other’s reactions to themselves? </div><br /><div>You see redemption is a hard acquired thing.</div><br /><div>For us its cheap as dirt but for God it was the price of our sins. But how is she to get it now?</div><br /><div>Christ knocks on the door while she is somewhere about.</div><br /><div>This surely is more complex than most could see.</div><br /><div>To her beauty she’s a slave and cannot be free.</div><br /><div>So next time you see the girl in sophisticated arrays, don’t fall in her trap.But know very well that; like you; she’s the victim of our society…a mere Hollywood fad. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789182030526314844.post-71063156483927619692008-02-01T21:00:00.001-08:002008-02-01T21:01:01.634-08:00BACK TO LIFEThis blog is officially back to life :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789182030526314844.post-54819930058009867222007-10-14T22:18:00.001-07:002007-10-14T22:18:49.221-07:00If I could make it work in life...a song by Kevin MaxI sit on a piano stool and I make up songs for these men who come in with dust on their faces and mud on their boots From these places that I'll never go. I sleep in a rented bed with a woman who gives me what lttle I get of the love we'd like to imagine is left Of the love that we never did know I slip out and scribble a note that reads like a million books It's a four cent nickel for my dime store theme, but it sure reads good If I could make it work in life Like it works on paper If the love that I describe Could be anything but words Then I would wipe my eyes I'd dry this ink I'd trade my pen in for a pair of wingsAnd I would fly If only I could make it work in life And at the end of every night I add up the tips and I count for what's mineI come down to a thing that amounts to a lieAnd the sum of it all I'm afraidIs less then what I know I need to slip beneath the surface of my forgeries Where I buried my hopes where sometimes my dreams Still stun me and steal me away. I can still hear Dine Bikeyah call just like we were kids I could tell you all about it in a song But Lord I wish If I could make it work in life Like it works on paper If the love that I describeCould be anything but words Then I would wipe my eyes I'd dry this ink I'd trade my pen in for a pair of wings And I would fly If only I could make it work in life, make it work in lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789182030526314844.post-73460772108460336452007-10-14T19:09:00.001-07:002007-10-14T19:09:40.074-07:00We have all but ourselves...We have faster transportations but nowhere to go to.<br />We have more wealth but nowhere meaningful to spend it.<br />We have longer lives but a more meaningless existence.<br />We have more freedom but we are more enslaved by our desires.<br />We have better looks but uglier personalities.<br />We have more cures but less hope when we are faced with diseases.<br />We have more rights but no idea how to use them.<br />We have more thorough linguistic vocabularies but more redundant dialects.<br />We have more intelligent professors but more idiotic scholarship.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789182030526314844.post-48795830190031623532007-10-14T19:08:00.000-07:002007-10-14T19:09:26.830-07:00The gulf of humanity...From our birth to our demise, we reach out.<br />From a child's cry for his mother, to an old man's need for another.<br />We want to live, we want to love, we want to feel the warmth of the smile of our significant others.<br />it is far beyond a need. It is a necessity. It is not our weakness, but rather our strength.<br />it is the gulf out of which our very humanity stems.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789182030526314844.post-20640934674369981972007-10-14T18:48:00.000-07:002007-10-14T19:03:09.001-07:00At our Saviour's Cross.<p>Even when I can't see the way, I'll walk the road that Jesus told me to walk everyday,</p><p>I may not make sense of why I am here or of why I write</p><p>But Jesus, I know he is so good to me and I know his words are always right.</p><p>"Come to me Ye who are Heavy laden, and I shall give you rest"i dont care if the whole world tells me else, or if my own person is unwilling to trust</p><p>Because I know that Jesus is always there for me, because I felt him before and his love changed me for the best.</p><p>So mom, I want to tell you, I miss you lots. But I wont lose heart just because you are not physically with us</p><p>.You were always an angel in a den of thieves, and I thank you for caring so much for me.</p><p>Mama I can't sleep at night thinking about how I wronged you. I dont know how I can live with this guilt of the pain that I willing caused you.</p><p>I hope you know I am sorry and that I am a very different person now. The person you always wanted me be, to show to the world that Christ changed me somehow.</p><p>But now I know that you were a blessing that I did not deserve, like the prodigal son I squandered my riches on things untold.</p><p>And you were my only earthly rich mama, the treasure of my life. So mama I write this to tell you that I wont lose heart. That Jesus is with me in this from the start.</p><p>Just watch out for me as I walk through life, I lost my bearing mama and I can't see things right.</p><p>But I know Christ let's you look at my heart...and I know that you see that under all the filth there is a will to have a clean start.</p><p>I wished I was able to make you happy mama, but I didnt, not because I couldnt, but because I was the devil.</p><p>I am sorry again, I know you understand...that without your guiding hand I would have been lost and wouldn't be here writting out my life's new plan.</p><p>So righteous woman, tell the Saint I say hi, St.peter, St.John and of course St. Paul</p><p>And I know you are always close to my heart, so everyday I will look for ya and meet you at our Savior's Cross.</p><p> </p><p>This is a tribute to the woman who was only surpassed by St. Mary in her Righteousness...my own mother. God rest her soul.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789182030526314844.post-24917336748187367162007-10-14T14:54:00.000-07:002007-10-14T14:55:20.651-07:00:Dtesting testinUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0