oops, i forgot...

i've been really sick lately so i haven't got to ask anyone at church, but...
i keep forgetting the names of the christian songs and artists that i really enjoy, so i was gonna name of a few and see if anyone would tell me any artists that are similar.

third day
michael w. smith
casting crowns
audio adrenaline
mathew west

... and theres a few more i want on my ipod, but i can't remember!!!! God gave me a weird memory... i remember everything thats either useless or bad, but i can't remember anything good!!!! (besided john eleven thirty-five. Jesus wept.) help plz!!!

'member my book???

well, it's kinda crazy.... i've never had trouble writing, but when i think about how much i'm gonna have to write.............
..........

...
the task seems daunting.
i'm only on the first chapter , at least as far as the actual writing goes. i've gotten the first quarter of the book planned... i think i might be too descriptive... time will tell
... maybe.

the hook for my book...

"In the midst of the pitch that was half of all that was, a lone, glowing figure stood, suspended in the darkness, as if standing on an obsidian platform. Opposite of her, in the midst of the brightness that was the rest of all that was, a blackened figured loomed, statuesque, his shoulders back, his chin forward, his jaw set. This would be the confrontation that would decide who's reality would govern all..."


yeah. this is owned by me. i plan on using it in my upcoming book, A Tale Apart...
so, if you wanna hear tidbits once in a while, keep reading, if not... don't read, lol! anyway, see you guys & gals later!!!

last night

what did i tell you? i told you the night that i run, or skip, as i predicted last time, that we wouldn't have service... the important stuff first, then we'll move on to how i knew i would skip instead of running like a normal person.

kk, well, i was in my little booth and several times i was thinking, "man, i don't like it back here, i can't stand up, i can't close my eyes, i can't run..." then i kinda mocked myself and was like, "you wouldn't do it anyway..." well... i guess i showed me!!! lol, i was back there and i was like, " you know what?!??!?! i'm doing it!!!" and i stepped out, looked back at the door, and i almost walked right back in, but i decided that if i wasn't gonna run, i was gonna jump, and honestly, i think it's more respectable looking to do 25 backwards cartwheels with your nose running and in the middle of a snow storm than to jump... i hate jumping straight up with a passion born not of words... but of deeds... lol, anyway, my reasoning was that if i did something i didn't like back where no one could see me, then God would see it, and realize that " Hey, he's really trying. i guess i can help him out, since he's proving he wants me too." i jumped a few times, and then before i knew it, i took of skipping!!! as soon as i took off, then i immediately had control and could have stopped if i wanted to... but i didn't. i got all the way around, and then i stopped up in the front right corner and i danced a little, then after i felt that God was happy with the praise i'd given, i turned and walked, limped, back to my little square booth. lol, i think i was kinda bothering bro. tod because i kept getting up, and leaving the booth. but he understood, i think. i prayed for some people, too. i learned something not too long ago. i've been claiming my mountains... and other peoples too, i guess... i've been telling God, " you know what God? this is mine, and i'm not quitting till i get it!" thankfully God's been acting like a dad and wrestling just a little bit, and then letting me feel like i won, though he just gave it to me. i beleive bro. Greg Hardin is healed... i don't care what anyone says, even though i have no more news as of yet. that man i like a father to me. he was only a small part of my life, but he loved me, and still loves me, and i'm more comfortable around that man than anyone else in the world, but you'll never notice it. i stand up straight around him, accept for my head, which i bow out of respect. that's just my natural way of showing respect. bro. Hardin knows things about me i've told only a small amount, even though it's not bad, it's just personal. i trust him with my life, and i refuse to let one of the people who supported me, and loved me when no one else did, to suffer and die. that's my miracle, and it'll happen and you'll all see God's healing power! i've prayed for others, and God gave 'em what they needed. i just prayed for what i felt i should, and they came to me crying after service, thanking me, not that i'll ever deserve it. it's God, folks... not me. i'm just a sinner who has to wake up every morning, wash the dust off, and pray for God to wash me throughout the day, so i can stay clean and acceptable. everybody fails, i'm an everbody, so don't try to say i think i'm something, cuz i know i'm no better than the people shooting up, and stealing things to sell and get their next high... so don't ever think you're something. remember where you came from, and know that "there, for the grace of God, go I." God's the something... we're just what he's decided to use to reach through the darkness and find more to show his love.


anyway, i didn't mean to preach on anyone, but it started going so i wrote it...
on to my second thing i wanted to say!!!!!! how i knew i would skip instead of running. well, ever since i was little kid, i've hated running... more than giving blood, and everyone knows thats one of my greatest fears... running is just uncomfortable and i don't like it. so i skipped as a little kid. it's easier on your legs and more comfortable, plus you can be fast no matter what!!! anyway, it got to the point where if something scared me, i skipped away in one mega long stride, turned and checked it out, and then took off, skippin' some more! well, skipping is the instinctive thing for me. so yeah, that's how i knew...

Sad poems are my favorite to read later.

"lost is found,
and all around
old becomes new.

things dissapear
for only a year,
before seeing, agian, day's light.

nothing to do,
and nothing made new
under the sun, so bright."

...and?


"sing to me, my friend,
sing your little tale!
about the emerald forests,
or the azure whale!

sing a song so joyful
that never was allowed
a tear upon my face,
or this greif, like a shroud,

hanging over me,
thickly running,
sadness threatens,
my mind is numbing.

so only, my friend,
i ask of you
to sing songs of joy!!!
and my mind renew..."


sorry for being dark tonight... it's been one of those weeks... yeah. anyway, i've been told my sad poetry is the best, and if that's true, you have something to enjoy here! anyways... i love you guys, and i thank you so much for all the prayers you pray for me!!!! thank you !!!!!!!!!

For all who don't know...

i find it ironic that last time i posted something about my iq, and then i did what i did.... for those of you who are wondering about my decision to revert back to my former favored hairstyle...

It.... was an accident.
i feel sooooo stupid! i was going to sis. Janet's house while daniel was at nayc, in order to see jaimie, and logan!!! well, when i got there, i found out that they decided to go to bellvue, and they forgot i was coming over!!! so... i decided to make sure my trip wasn't wasted by cutting my hair... yeah... never cut your own hair...

i started out doing well, i think, with a #4 guard on the clippers. my whole haid was cut to the size i wanted except for these really creepy parts in the back that looked like horns... so, i got a comb and ran it through and trimmed the hair with the clippers(with the guard on) next thing i know, there's a bald spot along the side of my haid!!!! i was more than a little obvious so i figured the next logical choice was to shave the rest of my head to match... thus, the bald head...


laugh while you can!!! when i shave it on purpose, it'll be my turn to laugh!!!!

i'm a genius... ya, right...

You're a Visionary Philosopher!

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I wrote this for someone special concerning how we both felt about something

Sweet joy, solid black,
Twisted, turning,
Slowly yearning.
Cunning, welcomed attack!

Bitter grief, crushed , but white,
Painfully growing,
Never knowing,
It is strengthened through it’s plight…

On Heaven, Grace, and a Loved Sinner...

with all of my passion, with all of my heart,
though this world tears apart,
through the darkness, through it all,
Lord, i hear your loving call,
paintings empty, hollowed shells,
twice lived tormented Hell,
my wretched heart filled with praise,
for your deliverance from that daze,
confusion lost, a new hope found,
a joy of leaving this cursed ground,
a life left, new life to gain,
in heaven, saved, praising your name.

I'm thankfull...

for the fact that Sis. Elms reads my blog. i know its often useless, but i want you to know that i appreciate your time. that being said, i don't mean to not include my long list of readers! but tonight, i was listening to my tapes from men's conference and i realized something...
i've never actually danced for the lord. i've never run the isles, and i've never opened my eyes to see the ceiling and realized i was on the floor. i've been wondering lately about the good ol' apostolic worship from back in the day. i want to be like that. i wanna take off skipping <> when i feel God's spirit flowing in that direction, and i wanna open my eyes and see everyone worshiping so hard that the visitors are confounded. i wanna know that the old worships not dead. well, i keep hearing, "start it and it'll happen." thanks, but, i know that. the problem is i get so much in my own way that it honestly and truly feels like my feet are cemented, up to my knees, to the ground. i keep meaning to ask bro. Andrew about it. i know he'll have some words to say that'll help me. lol, he can say something everyone else has said, in exactly the same words, but it's like something hits me, and i understand. well........... this will be updated the day you see me run in church. and you'd better beleive it, that day will be one of the longest services we've ever had at life tab, but there won't be preaching. i can see it and feel it in my head right now, and already my legs feel like lead. i don't know whether it's my flesh or what, but i need to overcome this... pray for me if you will!!! i love you guys and i thank you for your support!!!

"Minds, minds everywhere...
but not a thought to think."

I've always wondered why people don't dive into the greater truths in life, but i think i've solved my own question. People don't like working on finding an answer that will be painfull. i'm the kind of person who sees something and asks why. i've noticed that more and more of my answers are becoming the same... " because we're human, and we are naturally evil." i wonder, what does God think? does he cry because no one cares to question whether something is right or wrong anymore? or do you think he just gets excited when someone realizes that they're wrong and gives it all to him. i really hope that God will bless me with courage. i have all the strength i need, i believe, but i'm often too scared to face whatever fear i'm feeling. last night i dreamed that i faced a monster in order to rescue someone, but i didn't want to. i was so scared that i was willing to face the shame of walking away on someone i loved ( don't ask who, i couldn't tell you... i just remember that it was someone very important to me ), but bro. Andrew, and someone else i don't remember encouraged me. they said that i was the only one who could face and defeat this monster. i remember crying quietly and shaking as i pushed open the door to the biulding that the monster lived in, but when i went in, things were not as scary. i'd been so intimidated by the monster, i didn't even realize that there were tons and tons of people enslaved, body and mind by it. and when i saw that, i felt pity, and then anger. i don't know if i defeated the monster. the dream ended but my memory faded. i just remember standing there knowing i had to save those people... dreams make you wonder sometimes, ya know? not sure why i wrote all this, i just kinda felt to as i was writing. hmmm.... well, i uhhh.... gotta go... uhh...

HEY, LOOK!!! IT'S THE LOCAL SPORTS TEAM?
How bout that local sports team?

abstract is my artform

"corruptible, containable,
susceptible, sustainable,
erasable, maintainable,
and quickly, all is made new."

this is a simple poem that just kinda formed a little rhyme in my head and i thought of the meaning and changed the words to give it a better tone. well, whaddya think???

well, that just shows ya...

my neighbor who hates me made me soooooooooooooooo incredibly made the other day! i've been meaning to put that on here, but i've been busy. anyway, he chewed me out hard for something stupid. i walked away, and later that night at church i prayed for him. the next day, he mowed my lawn for me, because he felt bad that since i've moved in, he's been nothing but mean! haha!

if night were day...

if night were day
and day were night
what would happen to nightmares?
would they all run away
or would they stay in the day
or would they roam in between without cares?

sorry, i don't know what this is about it just kinda sounded interesting to me. speaking of interesting, i found out that i have a flesh eating virus inhabiting my arms and hands... not really but thats what it looks like :( anyway, i guess i'll try to find something better to right for you later!