Down and Out. Tantric.

i love this song...
its actually hopeful.... so in honor of the amazing song...
here we go.


for all the times you thought you could count me out,
i stand, smiling to tell you what i'm all about,
i laugh as you, bowed head, begin to pout,
it only grows as you begin to doubt,

for all the times i've felt you here,
knowing no one else would care,
you surround me,
warm me and astound me,

knowing nothing else but fear,
they all run and dissapear,
but you found me,
only joy an hope surround me,

kk, i'm done for now... need to work on my fans stuffs... lol, not much so it makes it more important!

stuf 2.3456

find me....

lost among the dessert sea loathing,
lost among the dark, bloating,
mass of all the graveyards going
slowly, slowly
...insane.

new path...

following yesterdays flotsam,
a path i'd rejected,
not realizing my love i'd neglected,
recovering, slowly
... again.

mmmkay

so here's the deal. i ended up having to come home, so while i'm having to stay here... i'm gonna right something.

a poem, one with meaning...


there once was a pretty stone... it did nothing, it's surface stayed cold...
and a young man existed who found it, he protected, watched out for and bound it.
not realizing just what he'd done, the man, so foolish, so young...
showcased his beauty to all, his stone, his gem, his fall.
he held it so tight, its dazzling light entranced the darkness of the night...
a man wicked and cold, with a tendency for evil so bold,
struck the young man, and limply his hand let go of oh its vigorous hold.
as the young man died, his eyes opened wide to a truth no one can be shown...

... the tighter you hold something, the less chance you'll keep it.
the more you love, the more you should release.

a sad after thought, that counted for not...
for the man, he still died alone.

Something i thought of, and thought was pretty

smile for me, darling
smile, sweet love,
fading, life dances away
on the backs of run-away doves
dance with me, beauty
be mine, sweet pet,
and through this odd dervish
of living never me forget
run, oh beloved
flee from the sound
a negative perspective
is the destruction of the sound

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!!!