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Saturday, 31 January 2009

  • Would You Consider This Poetry?

    I wrote this the other day. I'm not sure if it would be considered a poem or not. What do you think?

    Breaking
    A sort of rain drops on my head
    Unexpected in this landscape of white
    The sun shines through the finger-like projections above me
    And he sprinkles rain atop my head

    All around me crystals crash
    Shatter, lye in a pile of broken glass on the white blanket
    The brown once coated with liquid diamonds
    Now bare, breaking and dripping
    The cold beauty once there now past
    And for a moment I wonder if such beauty
    Will ere be seen there

    The sun lifts again
    Even though it seems like this is breaking
    And the tranquil beauty of yesterday is ending
    He whispers of the spring to come.

Friday, 23 January 2009

  • The Sister I Never Had


    You and I were a lot a like
    When we were young
    My friend, the sister I never had.
    Two Easter dresses, pink and yellow
     Soon to be speckled with food dye.
    Both of us carrying our picture bibles.
    We were rooted in faith from the start.

    Our sunburnt faces stationed at our post
    At the end of your driveway
    On that hot humid summer’s day.
    We sold two cups of lemonade.
    “Joined at the hip” they’d say
    “Best friends, even sisters.”

    The two of us under covers
    Flashlight illuminating our doll theater
    Up past curfew together
    We were naive together
    We didn’t know any better
    But to love each other, like sisters do

    Even into the later years
    Together at New Year’s
    Sparkling grape juice and friends, family
    Those were the pure, happy times
    No regrets, no worries

    Happy Sweet Sixteen
    You had some new friends
    Make-up and jokes I wasn’t in on
    I was too young, too sensitive, different
    You were changing
    I didn’t want to see it.

    I tried to overlook it
    But you were disappearing, separating
    As if that bit of flesh that held our hips
    Like two siamese twins
    Was severed
    It hurt, I didn’t want to feel it.

    Now I look, but you’re not there
    A shadow of the girl I knew
    No ambition, no hope
    Who are you these days?
    Who are you?

    The sister I never had
    Never had
    Never had

    That girl I knew is gone
    And I never did say
    Goodbye

    Could you tell her goodbye for me?
    Tell her I loved her
    And still do.

Thursday, 22 January 2009

  • Why are we so critical when it comes to ourselves?

    I was trying to find something to watch on TV last night when I came across a tele-evangelist. Usually I don't watch that many programs by tele-evangelists, but this guy was saying something really interesting. I just wanted to tell you about it.

    He said that we shouldn't have a negative monologue running through our heads all the time. We shouldn't be so down on ourselves. We should focus on all the good things we've done instead of the few bad things we've done.

    I can't count the number of times I've done just that, focused only on the things I've done wrong. After awhile, they've become so much bigger in mind than what I've done right.

    It's like when you're practicing a piece of music and you make one minor mistake. You hit one single note wrong amongst all the notes you hit right. Just because you hit one note wrong in a piece doesn't mean you're not a talented musician. It means you're learning.

    You can bet that even the most influential composers, the best pianists in the world, and the most popular rock stars all have this in common. Each and every on of them, Bach, Motzart, Reliant K, Hannah Montana, every musician on the face of this planet, every one of them has hit a wrong note at some time. Every one of them messed up a song so badly that they had to start over again. I guarantee you they have. What if they had focused on that one moment? What if they had kept it in the back of their minds? "I was off key in the third verse." "My rhythm was off." "I didn't hit that chord right." Where would they be now? They wouldn't be near as good musicians.

    In music, if you keep thinking about what you did wrong,if you focus on you flaws and only your flaws, you'll walk away from it. There will be nothing to keep you practicing.

    The same goes for life itself. If a person only focuses on what's wrong about them, there will be nothing to keep them living life to it's fullest.

    So why do some of us do this all the time. Oh, don't tell me I'm the only one who does it. Constantly telling myself I'm bad at things so that when I fail it's not so bad. Psychologists would say that the reason we fail when we think we will is because we subconsciously sabotage our success. It's called a self-fulfilling prophecy.

    God wants us to know that he loves us just the way we are. We are his royal priesthood. He made us, and, in a way, being down on yourself is kind of like telling God that gravity was a stupid idea. Who are we to question how God made the world? On the same coin, who are we to question how God made us?

Wednesday, 21 January 2009

  • Hi everyone! I'm just getting started on Xanga... Drop me a comment if you've got some ideas on what to do first - or just to say, "Hey"

    Hmm, I would add to this automatic Welcome Post, but that about sums it up right there. Doesn't it?

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