07 Oct 2003 Title: Struck Alone so fuck it, i'm out! now don't scream and shout, i've heard you all before, you nearly broke down my door. i know you dont love me, i know you dont need me to see this madness is hard for you but hate me and i'll always have love for you, you know that it's true, you always said that you knew. so fuck it, i'm out. Title: Goodnight, Goodbye So tuck the little ones off to bed, Laying awake with you in my head, On my pillow dances visions of you, Heading off to the South to start once anew. The curtains are drawn, the lights down real low, I can only imagine that dress once again. The smell of sweetness for show, Cast out of with the lions, for good out of den. So drive off once more, in my dreams all the same, I'll chase after you, still yelling your name. I can only imagine how you must feel right about now, I think i'll just die or drift off right some how. Idea for title of unwritten work: Lucky Strikes Untitled treatise: I don't get why people feel that it's necessary to torture themselves and deny themselves wordly things in the name of Christ. Didn't Christ suffer for us, so that we wouldn't have to? Isn't that the whole premis? He did this for us, so we wouldn't have to. True, He said we should live a life like his, but His life was not full of denial of the world. He did not become and ascetic, or flog Himself. He worked miracles and did good for the poor and downtrodden, and befriended the outcasts, and helped them. Most importantly He helped to show us our judgemental tendencies and taught us not to judge, but to help each other on our journey through life. "Just be nice." I don't understand why people want to deny themselves all the good and pleasurable things that God granted to humanity, so long as they don't endulge for the wrong reasons, or with the wrong intents. Oct 08, 2003 Idea for "Reconciled Life:" A flower blooms whether anyone is there to see it. This is how we should be. Live for yourself and share with the world even if there aren't other humans to share with. Nature shares with nature, and we are part of nature. Quote of my own: "Who is to say what's upside down? One man's sky is another man's ground." OCt 15 2003 There's a storm gathering over the mountains, The sun shines low on the horizon, And my keys pull me down. Oct 20 2003 Title: Velo Lo, Wherein does it say that no one is there? Point me the page that holds the secrets of this plight. For if there be a page, let my hands tear it from its home, And burn it on the gravestone of the one that wrote it. Lo, There is not one way to live. They that say there is but one path Have already died, though they walk the earth still. They wander with their heads up, but their minds down. Lo, You know that when something is bothering you, It will always be that which pulls you closer, Even if it repels your very soul. Yet, Just because you feel a repulsion, doesn't mean that There is no value for your life. You gain even from that which takes away from you. Every loss is a gain, for the void is never left empty. The void is never left. The void is never. The void is. The void. Lo, behold the sunshine from behind her eyes. Lo, behold the spell from the void that stares at you. Lo, behold there is not a void at all. Lo, Ve. Oct 22 2003 Untitled: I'm sorry a thousand times if I hurt you when I said yes...I'm sorry for all eternity if I hurt you when I said no... Title: Rediscovery in Understanding The match tumbles to the floor As another is set inbetween his lips. One last glance is given back at what Can never really be what they think they want. The door swings and back again Leaving the match that she felt on her palm Lying on the ground so softly. Across the puddles he sets sail, Leaving that harbor for the last of the Last times. The match moves from his lips to the side of The box, and sparks. Again, and a spark. Again, and a spark. Again, and a flame leaps up and engulfs the matchhead. It leaves as quickly as it was born. The match flies through the air, A tribute to the muses, And lands so that it lies softly on that hard Ground, without the glance that would make it Harder to stay set in his strength. As the grass is pressed down lightly, A sense of renewal glides across the cold field. And he knows that even though Winter is approaching swiftly He will always be warm enough to remember.