"There must be more than this,
Oh breath of God, come breathe within..."
I had an interesting dream last night.
I dreamt I was following Jesus. There was a bunch of us, and we were following Him; literally. Going with Him (or after Him, depending) through fields and along country paths. Hanging out with Him in indoor pools, hot tubs, and feasting together. Just hanging out, laughing, and hanging off of His every word.
A very ‘different’ interpretation of Jesus than I have really ever had before. Pretty cool. A more laid-back, gregarious, life-loving Jesus than how I have pictured Him before.
Lyrics to "She Don't Know She's Beautiful"
We go out to a party somewhere
The moment we walk in the door
People stop and everybody stares
She don't know what they're staring for
She don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her so
There she goes just walking down the street
And someone lets a whistle out
A girl like her she just can't see
What the fuss is all about
And she don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her so
Morning comes and her hair's all a mess
That's when she thinks she looks her worst
It's times like this she don't know why
I can't take my eyes off her
'Cause she don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her
She don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her
She don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her so
I am feeling pretty darned emotional lately, about a lot of things. I’m missing having somebody in my life to tell them that they are beautiful and special. I mean, I know I have my daughter, and I love her to pieces, I do. But, it is not the same things as having that lady in your life who makes you want to protect her, want to cherish her, want to put her on a pedestal for all of the world to see, make her believe in herself and see herself as the treasure that she is. I miss that. Some days, more than others. I want, I need, somebody to talk with, share with, somebody to seek God with, a partner, someone to enrich my life and make it be more passionate and exciting. It’s been too long without, and my life is starting to suffer because of it. I do not want to deteriorate, I want to accelerate. I don’t want to grow old, I want to grow wild.
God, keep my heart safe, and soft, until that lady arrives.
"Fill us anew each day,
Leave us abandoned to Your praise..."
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
My "Peace" Of Art
So, I am really having a lot of fun over here lately,
http://peace-keepers-canada-inc-onlinecomic.blogspot.com/
writing the adventures of the Canada Peace Keepers Inc team of superheroes.
Initially, I planned to tell the story from the point of view of a constantly changing character, so that no two stories ever seemed alike because different personalities would be living them and telling them. “The world through many camera lenses” sort of deal. But, something strange happened on the way to the Coliseum…
I ended up getting really hooked on the first team member I introduced. So much so, that I have written pages and pages and pages of stuff, and it has all revolved around her and the way she sees things, unveiling to the reader bit by bit just who she is and what she is really like.
It wasn’t the way I intended to do things, but sometimes when you write, things just write themselves. Sometimes characters surprise you, and turn out different than you thought they were. Sometimes a strong personality just leaps to the forefront, and stays there, despite your plans. Such is the life of an artiste. Called by the muse, serenaded under the moon, then jerked about by the puppeteer until your arms threaten to fall off, and you realize that the creation is controlling the creator, the inmates are running the asylum…and you smile, and couldn’t be happier.
The story, such as it is so far, is taking a lot longer to tell than I thought it would. I am learning, that this is what happens when you have a strong female lead character who cries out for more of the limelight. I am really enjoying writing a female character – I find that Vanessa Jensson has unexpected strength, little time for idiots, yet loves people and the little pleasures in life. I think I more enjoy trying to write from behind the eyes of a female character, because they are so much more complex, so many different layers to them. Men are too simple. Really, men are almost exactly how they seem to be. Women, though…fascinating creatures.
The story is also taking twists in directions that I already never expected to go. As parts of the characters’ personalities begin to emerge, the story drives itself in new and untold directions. It goes from the framework you have in your mind, and builds itself piece by piece into a city of fantastic beauty and grandiose architecture. The characters truly choose their own paths, and the paths they choose help to determine just who exactly they are. I have already written scenes that I never, ever expected to be writing; but the characters brought me to them.
I enjoy playful interactions, flirting, subtle eye and facial gestures and body language that certain people pick up on, and others have no clue about. I love introducing someone, and knowing very little about them, and then having one single line of conversation twist and turn in upon itself, and it opens up a whole new level of who this person is, and suddenly I am sitting here filling in their background in my notes. I like writing friendships that do not seem likely but become obvious after you write them, and I like writing two characters side-by-side who do not seem to like each other, but trying hard not to give that away to the reader all at once. I love the thought processes that go into storytelling, I love the background, the history, the bit players who become important, and the characters whom you expect to be one way but you write them in a completely different manner in order to shock the reader and cause the story’s playing field to tilt in an unusual direction. I love researching foreign names and cities on the internet, looking at pictures of moving dollies to firmly fix in your mind what they look like, and also just the feeling of intense satisfaction (and intense pressure) from knowing you are creating a world that did not previously exist. And I love the internet, where you can “publish” these works without having to go through rejection letters and red tape.
All in all, I am thoroughly enjoying my time writing these adventures. But they do take up a lot of my time, so anybody who wants to send me pre-packaged and pre-cooked meals that I can pop in the microwave, that’d be great; that, and some clean clothes. And a new toothbrush, because toiletries are an essential item, don’t you know! And a new keyboard, I am wearing mine out. Oh, and about that food – if you can make it takeout from Rudy’s drive-in in Texas, that’d be just perfect…
Oh, and did I mention how hard it is to be a man and have to learn how to describe women's clothing in writing? Anybody who can help me understand these things, I'll hire you as my assistant (the wages are lousy, but the benefits are...well, non-existent, quite frankly).
So, I hope you enjoy reading my stuff. If you don’t have time for it, or don’t enjoy it, no worries. Not everybody appreciates fine art, after all.
Toodles! And, see you in the funny pages!
http://peace-keepers-canada-inc-onlinecomic.blogspot.com/
writing the adventures of the Canada Peace Keepers Inc team of superheroes.
Initially, I planned to tell the story from the point of view of a constantly changing character, so that no two stories ever seemed alike because different personalities would be living them and telling them. “The world through many camera lenses” sort of deal. But, something strange happened on the way to the Coliseum…
I ended up getting really hooked on the first team member I introduced. So much so, that I have written pages and pages and pages of stuff, and it has all revolved around her and the way she sees things, unveiling to the reader bit by bit just who she is and what she is really like.
It wasn’t the way I intended to do things, but sometimes when you write, things just write themselves. Sometimes characters surprise you, and turn out different than you thought they were. Sometimes a strong personality just leaps to the forefront, and stays there, despite your plans. Such is the life of an artiste. Called by the muse, serenaded under the moon, then jerked about by the puppeteer until your arms threaten to fall off, and you realize that the creation is controlling the creator, the inmates are running the asylum…and you smile, and couldn’t be happier.
The story, such as it is so far, is taking a lot longer to tell than I thought it would. I am learning, that this is what happens when you have a strong female lead character who cries out for more of the limelight. I am really enjoying writing a female character – I find that Vanessa Jensson has unexpected strength, little time for idiots, yet loves people and the little pleasures in life. I think I more enjoy trying to write from behind the eyes of a female character, because they are so much more complex, so many different layers to them. Men are too simple. Really, men are almost exactly how they seem to be. Women, though…fascinating creatures.
The story is also taking twists in directions that I already never expected to go. As parts of the characters’ personalities begin to emerge, the story drives itself in new and untold directions. It goes from the framework you have in your mind, and builds itself piece by piece into a city of fantastic beauty and grandiose architecture. The characters truly choose their own paths, and the paths they choose help to determine just who exactly they are. I have already written scenes that I never, ever expected to be writing; but the characters brought me to them.
I enjoy playful interactions, flirting, subtle eye and facial gestures and body language that certain people pick up on, and others have no clue about. I love introducing someone, and knowing very little about them, and then having one single line of conversation twist and turn in upon itself, and it opens up a whole new level of who this person is, and suddenly I am sitting here filling in their background in my notes. I like writing friendships that do not seem likely but become obvious after you write them, and I like writing two characters side-by-side who do not seem to like each other, but trying hard not to give that away to the reader all at once. I love the thought processes that go into storytelling, I love the background, the history, the bit players who become important, and the characters whom you expect to be one way but you write them in a completely different manner in order to shock the reader and cause the story’s playing field to tilt in an unusual direction. I love researching foreign names and cities on the internet, looking at pictures of moving dollies to firmly fix in your mind what they look like, and also just the feeling of intense satisfaction (and intense pressure) from knowing you are creating a world that did not previously exist. And I love the internet, where you can “publish” these works without having to go through rejection letters and red tape.
All in all, I am thoroughly enjoying my time writing these adventures. But they do take up a lot of my time, so anybody who wants to send me pre-packaged and pre-cooked meals that I can pop in the microwave, that’d be great; that, and some clean clothes. And a new toothbrush, because toiletries are an essential item, don’t you know! And a new keyboard, I am wearing mine out. Oh, and about that food – if you can make it takeout from Rudy’s drive-in in Texas, that’d be just perfect…
Oh, and did I mention how hard it is to be a man and have to learn how to describe women's clothing in writing? Anybody who can help me understand these things, I'll hire you as my assistant (the wages are lousy, but the benefits are...well, non-existent, quite frankly).
So, I hope you enjoy reading my stuff. If you don’t have time for it, or don’t enjoy it, no worries. Not everybody appreciates fine art, after all.
Toodles! And, see you in the funny pages!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
2nd chances
Happy 87th birthday, Dad. As always, you are my hero, and the person I strive the most to be like. God's continued grace be with you.
“Second Chances”
The very phrase makes me weep.
I am so glad to serve a God of second chances. And, it is amazing, how when as a person you least feel like you deserve one…He is there.
I have been watching the Justice League DVDs lately. A 6-season tv show, running I think from 2003 to 2009. I never saw it on tv, but I have the first four seasons on DVD. You know, the Justice League – Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, Superman, and many other DC Comics heroes.
At the end of season two of Justice League, there is a heart-stopping moment; the Thanagarians have just invaded the earth and been beaten off. Hawkgirl, a member of the Justice League, was revealed to be a commander in the Thanagarian army, and a spy sent to earth to learn its weaknesses. Despite the fact that she helped free the Justice League and save the earth from doom against the wishes of her own people, the Justice League does not know if they can trust her and are voting as to whether to allow her to remain one of them. Before they tell her the verdict, she quits and walks away in tears. Alone on a planet not her own, without a friend, without family, having betrayed the people of her birth planet and of earth, she is left broken-hearted and alone. Near the end of season three, she returns, a changed person, but still searching for meaning in her life. Not expecting any acceptance, she nevertheless finds it, as the League tells her that despite the feelings of most humans because of her betrayal, that they still believe in her, and that the vote they took ended up being to keep her in the league. And they welcome her back. Strangely enough, she doesn’t feel welcome, or trusted, or like she deserves to be forgiven…
After getting over the ‘weepies’ at this development in the show, I pondered…isn’t this exactly how we are when we mess up in our lives?
I know people who know me (not that there are that many of you who do) are concerned for me, because I do not have a woman in my life at this time. (Although, my parents keep reminding me that I am the same age now as my dad was when my mom met and married him)
Of more concern for me, is that I have not had a true, close friend in a very, very long time. By my calculation, about 12 years. That is a long time to have nobody to trust, to share deeply with, to care about, and who reciprocates that in kind.
Too long. It is a wonder that even I have survived that long without one. Only by the grace of God…
What seems like a long time ago now, but isn’t really that long ago, I met a girl. It was a time when my heart was just beginning to tenderize after taking a frightful pounding for a few years. This girl wasn’t special to anybody else. Just an ordinary girl. Nothing much to look at. Full of problems.
I fell in love with her soul. Her immortal soul, that spark that God places in all of us. I couldn’t help it. Nor, if I could go back and change it, would I, in spite of all that has happened to me since.
No, I did not get a crush on her. I did not rebound and fall for her. This isn’t about that, not at the beginning, anyways. It was her soul; it called to me. It was crushed, bruised, beaten, despised. She was in hopeless straits in her life. She reminded me so much of my Saviour, of what He went through to save us from the same.
I didn’t fall FOR her; I fell, because somebody had to, somebody needed to, and I was willing. She needed somebody to believe in her, somebody to tell her she was worthwhile, somebody to show her that God loved her. I wasn’t the perfect person to do it, and I think I proved that point through what went down. But I may have been the only one. I don’t know, I cannot answer that question.
In spite of the hurt that I took out of this, and still bear with me on many days, I do not regret being the one to stand forth for her. It had to be done, because, to God, she was worth it. I tried to be God’s humble servant; I failed. His strength, became my own strength. His love that I felt for her, got twisted up and became my own love for her as well. I was not strong enough, though perhaps the point that I needed to learn (and am still learning, obviously) was that I was never meant to be strong enough – just obedient. I wasn’t meant to be the be-all, end-all for her, merely a vessel-in-play along her path.
I think back to Moses, who I am reading about in the Bible now. He was called. Called to bring freedom to God’s people. To show them the love of the Saviour who was coming, through his actions. Moses felt weak, too. He asked God to not let him be the one. He asked to bring Aaron along to speak for him. All God wanted, was for him to be willing and obedient. It was God who was going to do it, not him. Moses tried to solve the problems facing God’s people on his own; he saw something he did not like, and took up the sword and tried to change things himself. In my own story, I did the same too many times; trying on my own to get her saved, God’s way seemed to slow. I wanted to SEE her get saved, I wanted to BE there. I didn’t want to water the seed, I wanted to harvest it. And, like Moses, my plans came crashing down around me.
Maybe, just maybe, like Moses, far down the road, I will get to see the end result. I am not holding my breath. But I would dearly love to see that redemption moment for her. Maybe God still has a way that He can use me in her life. After all, Moses was not involved with his people for like 60 years or so, until God called him from the bush to go back and finish what God was starting. Maybe, just maybe, one day God will place me in her path.
I can only pray that if that happens, that I fall to my knees and worship Him, and tell my God that I am willing to do things His way, not my way.
I think that I am STILL in love with her soul. But now, I know it is not MY soul to have, it is HIS. He can use me, or He cannot. I just pray that He remembers the work that He started in her, and completes it.
Melanie Joy Young, welcome to a life changed, a life re-arranged, a life worth living. Whether you know it or not, it is waiting there for you. Waiting with outstretched arms, arms nailed to a wooden cross for you. He died with your name on His lips. I believe that He will see you home.
Second Chances. Not just for me, but for everyone that God calls by name. Melanie included.
As for me, mine are coming as well. Can’t see them yet, but they are coming. “God will provide all my needs; according to His riches in glory.” Amen.
By the way, anybody interested in Hawkgirl and the Justice League, here are two short videos, one showing how Hawkgirl leaves the league and her lover, Green Lantern, behind, and the other a montage of Hawkgirl scenes set to some love song. (Something new for me - embedding the video right onto my blog!)
and
Enjoy. I know I did. Sometimes, even the simplest things, like Saturday morning cartoon shows, can speak more to the heart, and the soul, than the best-meant words of those closest to you. Funny what God uses to help restore hope to a shattered life, isn't it?
Looking forward to being completely able to look forward to what my story has on the next page. I'm getting there, just slowly.
“Second Chances”
The very phrase makes me weep.
I am so glad to serve a God of second chances. And, it is amazing, how when as a person you least feel like you deserve one…He is there.
I have been watching the Justice League DVDs lately. A 6-season tv show, running I think from 2003 to 2009. I never saw it on tv, but I have the first four seasons on DVD. You know, the Justice League – Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, Superman, and many other DC Comics heroes.
At the end of season two of Justice League, there is a heart-stopping moment; the Thanagarians have just invaded the earth and been beaten off. Hawkgirl, a member of the Justice League, was revealed to be a commander in the Thanagarian army, and a spy sent to earth to learn its weaknesses. Despite the fact that she helped free the Justice League and save the earth from doom against the wishes of her own people, the Justice League does not know if they can trust her and are voting as to whether to allow her to remain one of them. Before they tell her the verdict, she quits and walks away in tears. Alone on a planet not her own, without a friend, without family, having betrayed the people of her birth planet and of earth, she is left broken-hearted and alone. Near the end of season three, she returns, a changed person, but still searching for meaning in her life. Not expecting any acceptance, she nevertheless finds it, as the League tells her that despite the feelings of most humans because of her betrayal, that they still believe in her, and that the vote they took ended up being to keep her in the league. And they welcome her back. Strangely enough, she doesn’t feel welcome, or trusted, or like she deserves to be forgiven…
After getting over the ‘weepies’ at this development in the show, I pondered…isn’t this exactly how we are when we mess up in our lives?
I know people who know me (not that there are that many of you who do) are concerned for me, because I do not have a woman in my life at this time. (Although, my parents keep reminding me that I am the same age now as my dad was when my mom met and married him)
Of more concern for me, is that I have not had a true, close friend in a very, very long time. By my calculation, about 12 years. That is a long time to have nobody to trust, to share deeply with, to care about, and who reciprocates that in kind.
Too long. It is a wonder that even I have survived that long without one. Only by the grace of God…
What seems like a long time ago now, but isn’t really that long ago, I met a girl. It was a time when my heart was just beginning to tenderize after taking a frightful pounding for a few years. This girl wasn’t special to anybody else. Just an ordinary girl. Nothing much to look at. Full of problems.
I fell in love with her soul. Her immortal soul, that spark that God places in all of us. I couldn’t help it. Nor, if I could go back and change it, would I, in spite of all that has happened to me since.
No, I did not get a crush on her. I did not rebound and fall for her. This isn’t about that, not at the beginning, anyways. It was her soul; it called to me. It was crushed, bruised, beaten, despised. She was in hopeless straits in her life. She reminded me so much of my Saviour, of what He went through to save us from the same.
I didn’t fall FOR her; I fell, because somebody had to, somebody needed to, and I was willing. She needed somebody to believe in her, somebody to tell her she was worthwhile, somebody to show her that God loved her. I wasn’t the perfect person to do it, and I think I proved that point through what went down. But I may have been the only one. I don’t know, I cannot answer that question.
In spite of the hurt that I took out of this, and still bear with me on many days, I do not regret being the one to stand forth for her. It had to be done, because, to God, she was worth it. I tried to be God’s humble servant; I failed. His strength, became my own strength. His love that I felt for her, got twisted up and became my own love for her as well. I was not strong enough, though perhaps the point that I needed to learn (and am still learning, obviously) was that I was never meant to be strong enough – just obedient. I wasn’t meant to be the be-all, end-all for her, merely a vessel-in-play along her path.
I think back to Moses, who I am reading about in the Bible now. He was called. Called to bring freedom to God’s people. To show them the love of the Saviour who was coming, through his actions. Moses felt weak, too. He asked God to not let him be the one. He asked to bring Aaron along to speak for him. All God wanted, was for him to be willing and obedient. It was God who was going to do it, not him. Moses tried to solve the problems facing God’s people on his own; he saw something he did not like, and took up the sword and tried to change things himself. In my own story, I did the same too many times; trying on my own to get her saved, God’s way seemed to slow. I wanted to SEE her get saved, I wanted to BE there. I didn’t want to water the seed, I wanted to harvest it. And, like Moses, my plans came crashing down around me.
Maybe, just maybe, like Moses, far down the road, I will get to see the end result. I am not holding my breath. But I would dearly love to see that redemption moment for her. Maybe God still has a way that He can use me in her life. After all, Moses was not involved with his people for like 60 years or so, until God called him from the bush to go back and finish what God was starting. Maybe, just maybe, one day God will place me in her path.
I can only pray that if that happens, that I fall to my knees and worship Him, and tell my God that I am willing to do things His way, not my way.
I think that I am STILL in love with her soul. But now, I know it is not MY soul to have, it is HIS. He can use me, or He cannot. I just pray that He remembers the work that He started in her, and completes it.
Melanie Joy Young, welcome to a life changed, a life re-arranged, a life worth living. Whether you know it or not, it is waiting there for you. Waiting with outstretched arms, arms nailed to a wooden cross for you. He died with your name on His lips. I believe that He will see you home.
Second Chances. Not just for me, but for everyone that God calls by name. Melanie included.
As for me, mine are coming as well. Can’t see them yet, but they are coming. “God will provide all my needs; according to His riches in glory.” Amen.
By the way, anybody interested in Hawkgirl and the Justice League, here are two short videos, one showing how Hawkgirl leaves the league and her lover, Green Lantern, behind, and the other a montage of Hawkgirl scenes set to some love song. (Something new for me - embedding the video right onto my blog!)
and
Enjoy. I know I did. Sometimes, even the simplest things, like Saturday morning cartoon shows, can speak more to the heart, and the soul, than the best-meant words of those closest to you. Funny what God uses to help restore hope to a shattered life, isn't it?
Looking forward to being completely able to look forward to what my story has on the next page. I'm getting there, just slowly.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
and
I am not following the Olympics much. Mainly, cuz I do not care, so why bother?
However, I said before they started that Canada would not do well in men's hockey. I said that the US would beat Canada in their match, and after it I stated that Canada would not even get a medal in hockey.
My pre-game prediction for the upcoming game, is; Germany 2, Canada 1
We'll see how close I am on that one!
However, I said before they started that Canada would not do well in men's hockey. I said that the US would beat Canada in their match, and after it I stated that Canada would not even get a medal in hockey.
My pre-game prediction for the upcoming game, is; Germany 2, Canada 1
We'll see how close I am on that one!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
gone
R.I.P. Uncle Jim.
Gone but not forgotten,
In the Father's loving arms,
Joy and peace abounding,
Ever safe from harm.
Gone but not forgotten,
In the Father's loving arms,
Joy and peace abounding,
Ever safe from harm.
Friday, February 19, 2010
rockin'
Rockin' out to some Saint lately.
Outside of Stryper, possibly the best Christian lyrics for this style of music.
lyrics to "Abyss" by Saint
The battle happened in Heaven,
The battle happened a long time ago,
Satan in a rage, I think it's something we all should know,
The devil took by his side one third of Heaven to fall with him,
And now the demons they cry and the False Prophet burns with them
Well you know it's not safe to go out at night
His wrath comes so quick, but my God never lies
Welcome to Abyss, I hope you have fun
Look for the masquerader, look for the one who lied
He's dressed like Dr.Jeckyl, but he's really Mr.Hyde
He wants to deceive you, he wants to drag you down besides
There is another choice, and by His strength the dragon dies
And you know it's not safe to go out at night
Life in fear, that's your right
So do you get the drift about spiritual suicide
That comes with following the devil, he wants to see genocide
He wants to rip off your flesh, he wants to poke out your eyes
He's trying to get you in trouble, and yes he wants us all to die
But you know it's not safe to go out at night
His wrath comes so quick, but my God never lies
Don't want to see you in Abyss, you're not going to have fun
Forever is a long time when there ain't nowhere to run
Don't want to see you in Abyss
Outside of Stryper, possibly the best Christian lyrics for this style of music.
lyrics to "Abyss" by Saint
The battle happened in Heaven,
The battle happened a long time ago,
Satan in a rage, I think it's something we all should know,
The devil took by his side one third of Heaven to fall with him,
And now the demons they cry and the False Prophet burns with them
Well you know it's not safe to go out at night
His wrath comes so quick, but my God never lies
Welcome to Abyss, I hope you have fun
Look for the masquerader, look for the one who lied
He's dressed like Dr.Jeckyl, but he's really Mr.Hyde
He wants to deceive you, he wants to drag you down besides
There is another choice, and by His strength the dragon dies
And you know it's not safe to go out at night
Life in fear, that's your right
So do you get the drift about spiritual suicide
That comes with following the devil, he wants to see genocide
He wants to rip off your flesh, he wants to poke out your eyes
He's trying to get you in trouble, and yes he wants us all to die
But you know it's not safe to go out at night
His wrath comes so quick, but my God never lies
Don't want to see you in Abyss, you're not going to have fun
Forever is a long time when there ain't nowhere to run
Don't want to see you in Abyss
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Making a difference...
...He's making a difference in me.
lyrics to "Primed And Ready" by Saint
The red of dawn is on the rise
you know it comes as no surprise,
The earth quake came, the wars are here
the end of time is getting near,
Poison waters fill the land
are you ready for the last stand,
Armor up, it’s not too late,
to join the few, to delegate
“Primed and Ready”
The end of time is near
“Someone’s Shouting”
He’s coming back for those who care
Soon the earth will burn in flames
and wickedness will stake it’s claim,
What’s to come out from the east
the son of death, the mighty beast,
Sinful men will hear his cry
On judgment day they all will die,
Evil's got them by the tail
And with their gods, they’ll burn in hell
“Primed and Ready”
The end of time is near
“Someone’s Shouting”
He’s coming back for those who care
When it all has come to pass
When the first have become last,
When evil's lost the final fight
To the King and all His might,
Memories will fade away
The horrors of forgotten days,
Except the one who’s chosen wrath,
He's tasting death, who’s laughing last?
“Primed and Ready”
The end of time is near
“Someone’s Shouting”
He’s coming back for those who care
lyrics to "Primed And Ready" by Saint
The red of dawn is on the rise
you know it comes as no surprise,
The earth quake came, the wars are here
the end of time is getting near,
Poison waters fill the land
are you ready for the last stand,
Armor up, it’s not too late,
to join the few, to delegate
“Primed and Ready”
The end of time is near
“Someone’s Shouting”
He’s coming back for those who care
Soon the earth will burn in flames
and wickedness will stake it’s claim,
What’s to come out from the east
the son of death, the mighty beast,
Sinful men will hear his cry
On judgment day they all will die,
Evil's got them by the tail
And with their gods, they’ll burn in hell
“Primed and Ready”
The end of time is near
“Someone’s Shouting”
He’s coming back for those who care
When it all has come to pass
When the first have become last,
When evil's lost the final fight
To the King and all His might,
Memories will fade away
The horrors of forgotten days,
Except the one who’s chosen wrath,
He's tasting death, who’s laughing last?
“Primed and Ready”
The end of time is near
“Someone’s Shouting”
He’s coming back for those who care
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
so far...but yet
So far, this year of 2010 has tried to keep me down. It has tried to crush me under its weight, and make me lose sight of God's goodness.
But God has good things in store for me. I might be in financial difficulty now, but God has already made a way out, and He will show it to me.
God's blessings are coming to me this year. Just you wait, and I will be able to show them to you.
I will seek God's Wisdom, and He will show me the paths I am to walk. End of story. Blessings to follow.
But God has good things in store for me. I might be in financial difficulty now, but God has already made a way out, and He will show it to me.
God's blessings are coming to me this year. Just you wait, and I will be able to show them to you.
I will seek God's Wisdom, and He will show me the paths I am to walk. End of story. Blessings to follow.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Shaded poem
I am really proud of this one.
http://leplaunpoetree.blogspot.com/2010/02/shaded.html
I wrote it a month or so ago, but never blogged it until now. I am so happy, both with the way it expresses emotional turmoil and regret (and fear), and with the way it rolls off the page and the tongue (when spoken.
One of the better poems I have written in a few years.
http://leplaunpoetree.blogspot.com/2010/02/shaded.html
I wrote it a month or so ago, but never blogged it until now. I am so happy, both with the way it expresses emotional turmoil and regret (and fear), and with the way it rolls off the page and the tongue (when spoken.
One of the better poems I have written in a few years.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Well, I have decided to start up an online comic book, combining my love of superheroes with my love of writing. Alas, no art skills, sorry. :(
http://peace-keepers-canada-inc-onlinecomic.blogspot.com/
is where it will all be happening. Feel free to check it out, or join up as a fan!
http://peace-keepers-canada-inc-onlinecomic.blogspot.com/
is where it will all be happening. Feel free to check it out, or join up as a fan!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
lost, not a slave
I refuse to be a slave to television.
There is nothing I hate worse, than HAVING to be at home on a certain day or night, at a certain time, to watch some stupid tv show. I have seen too many lives lost to the bube-tube. Too many people, rotting their minds away behind the tv screen, begging for more even as we drool away all of our sanity. When I say that I hate television with a passion, I mean it.
About a year and a half ago or so, I got Lost. I bought the first season of Lost on DVD a few months before that, I had heard so much about it, and it intrigued me. And I got hooked. To my mind, it is the best-written drama series ever put on television.
But I refuse to watch it on tv.
Since I bought, and watched, that first season on DVD, I have bought the next four seasons, and watched all but Season 5. And I have never, ever, watched an episode on tv. The only thing I watch on tv, besides the odd religious show, is hockey, and I tape that on my Digital Recorder and watch it later (that way, I can forward through the commercials, and get done much quicker).
I waited until Seaosn 6 had already started airing on tv, before delving into the Season 5 DVDs. That way, I will not be a slave to the tv. This way, I keep my independance, I make my own choices, and I live my life the way that I choose to (not the way some station executive chooses for me).
Season 6 of Lost has started. And I have opened my DVDs of Season 5. I am now 5 episodes in. I had to MAKE myself stop watching, to take a break, a breather; it is that good of a show.
I may be Lost, but I am a free man, not a slave.
Season 6 of Lost is to be the last season of the show. The DVD will come out in October, most likely. And, when it does, I will watch Season 6; on my time, in my way. Because I am free.
Lost, but free.
There is nothing I hate worse, than HAVING to be at home on a certain day or night, at a certain time, to watch some stupid tv show. I have seen too many lives lost to the bube-tube. Too many people, rotting their minds away behind the tv screen, begging for more even as we drool away all of our sanity. When I say that I hate television with a passion, I mean it.
About a year and a half ago or so, I got Lost. I bought the first season of Lost on DVD a few months before that, I had heard so much about it, and it intrigued me. And I got hooked. To my mind, it is the best-written drama series ever put on television.
But I refuse to watch it on tv.
Since I bought, and watched, that first season on DVD, I have bought the next four seasons, and watched all but Season 5. And I have never, ever, watched an episode on tv. The only thing I watch on tv, besides the odd religious show, is hockey, and I tape that on my Digital Recorder and watch it later (that way, I can forward through the commercials, and get done much quicker).
I waited until Seaosn 6 had already started airing on tv, before delving into the Season 5 DVDs. That way, I will not be a slave to the tv. This way, I keep my independance, I make my own choices, and I live my life the way that I choose to (not the way some station executive chooses for me).
Season 6 of Lost has started. And I have opened my DVDs of Season 5. I am now 5 episodes in. I had to MAKE myself stop watching, to take a break, a breather; it is that good of a show.
I may be Lost, but I am a free man, not a slave.
Season 6 of Lost is to be the last season of the show. The DVD will come out in October, most likely. And, when it does, I will watch Season 6; on my time, in my way. Because I am free.
Lost, but free.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Ran Dumb
Some random thoughts, spilling from my head...
So, I am sitting here thinking…how many people enter into marriage, or any other long-term committed relationship, with the goal being that they want to be happy or find happiness?
What is it with us, that we do that? How come so many of us never learn?
We wander around with our extension cords in our hands, looking for a place to plug them in. We want that light in our hearts to come on. But, we keep looking to plug into another person. And, that person most often has an extension cord in their hands as well! It’s insane!
If you cannot even be happy with yourself, how can you possibly enter into a relationship, fooling yourself into believing that you can make another unhappy person happy and that the same unhappy person can make you happy?! That’s nuts!
Relationships should only be for the emotionally healthy, for those who love God and accept His love for them, for people with peace in their lives and love overflowing in their hearts.
Think about it; why is it, usually, that people get divorced or break up? Either they aren’t happy, or they think somebody else can make them happier. HEL-LO! Why are we relying on somebody else for our happiness?!
Happy Birthday to ; Axl Rose, Natalie Cole, Tom Brokaw, Rip Torn, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Babe Ruth, and President Ronald Reagan.
And, a quote from my favourite move, Say Anything:
"I wouldn't get my hopes up, Lloyd."
"I'm sorry, it's just that you're a really nice guy and we don't want to see you get hurt."
"I wanna get hurt!!"
So, I am sitting here thinking…how many people enter into marriage, or any other long-term committed relationship, with the goal being that they want to be happy or find happiness?
What is it with us, that we do that? How come so many of us never learn?
We wander around with our extension cords in our hands, looking for a place to plug them in. We want that light in our hearts to come on. But, we keep looking to plug into another person. And, that person most often has an extension cord in their hands as well! It’s insane!
If you cannot even be happy with yourself, how can you possibly enter into a relationship, fooling yourself into believing that you can make another unhappy person happy and that the same unhappy person can make you happy?! That’s nuts!
Relationships should only be for the emotionally healthy, for those who love God and accept His love for them, for people with peace in their lives and love overflowing in their hearts.
Think about it; why is it, usually, that people get divorced or break up? Either they aren’t happy, or they think somebody else can make them happier. HEL-LO! Why are we relying on somebody else for our happiness?!
Happy Birthday to ; Axl Rose, Natalie Cole, Tom Brokaw, Rip Torn, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Babe Ruth, and President Ronald Reagan.
And, a quote from my favourite move, Say Anything:
"I wouldn't get my hopes up, Lloyd."
"I'm sorry, it's just that you're a really nice guy and we don't want to see you get hurt."
"I wanna get hurt!!"
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