Sheep

I felt it all too soon   that I would be shot down at noon   and I would be descending  while you were ascending  like some damn chariot   and the bellows in your balloon would be blowing       you far away from me  that primal fear would be  come cement our legs in…

A marionette

and the tip tapping   never stopped the clapping  making our way down to ground level   on sordid ground   so soundly do the beasts sleep   we tip toed around them   a marionette in a dance     seeing the cracks underneath our feet    a blade balancing on hair thin ice  …

I want to make a Tumblr where there are no pictures, no cheesy gifs, or videos. It would be amazing.

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you said it was too late and I was waiting on the back porch sitting with that smoke masking our face  I failed to see the point of it all   and even if you see it smoldering   underneath our houses    you just didn't really understand it   when you sparked the fire…

To live life practically is to define what is practical   And when we define the practical we lock up our imaginations  We need to return to unbridled creativity  To imagine the world God created it to be   If we are in a moral universe than God wins   It’s an insatiable optimism that…

Entry number 1 for Summer

 Currently I'm listening to Bon Iver right now. It's probably one of my favorite acoustic albums of all time. The album isn't entirely acoustic, but pretty darn close. It's a pretty sombre album, one lamenting the loss of love. Often the songs nearly reach a satisfying climax, but never reach such a point. And as…

There's no drug to calm me down    they try to lift you up (like a parachute)   and settle you down like leaves on a Sunday morning  but now's it's an evening where you could lay in a hammock   a straight sly breeze   that tricked me of it's own immortal quality  …

i wonder if Ill ever be back here   if the clouds would look the same drifting towards the horizon, like being late running towards a bus   and if the light rays would shine, playing hide and seek over the side of the barnyard  and if I would cling to the branches of the…

forget me not   while I'm strapped to this fateful submarine   when these air bubbles are emerging   a tingle of warm air   poping out of the air forget me not    when the kelp is clearly    molding with my hair    and these barnacles    have become our tattoos     don't…

God and music..

Sometimes I think we seem brief glimpses of God in society. I'm fully aware that sometimes people experience some religious or transcendental experience through art work and other means. Someone wrote this on a blog post and I think it brings up significant thoughts about how I think about God and why I am a…