Name:Sam Country:United States State:Texas Metro:Tyler Birthday:6/20/1992 Gender:Male
Interests:I love playing the piano.(as you might have guessed). Or maybe I love theatre more! but I love Israli folk dances and reading and writing. Which I hardly ever do! I also love paintball it's sooooooo awesome!!! my bro still kicks my but but oh well. I also love skiing!!! And i love playing tennis! and hanging out with all me theatre buds is sooo much fun. but most of all i love Jesus!!! Expertise:Playing the piano maybe? I'm still expertising that at the moment. And skiing. I"m expertising at that too. oooh and tennis. that too. Occupation:Student Industry:Other
It was a misty morn. The
trees were dripping, the birds a singing, and my soul was contemplating
quietly. The thick blanket of fog immersed the landscape. It was an
English fog. Big dew drops fell from my leafless friend who towered
over me as if he wanted a peak at what I was writing. As I looked up
to him our eyes met and I gazed into his soul. He spoke to me in
silence of the morn as the trees in the distance grew fainter as the
English fog thickened. He told me a story with his eyes. A story of
many years, many fears, and of the joy it was to look around and admire
his kingdom. He mentioned how the birds would live with him as long as
they paid their rent. As he mentioned this, a song bird landed in his
crown and began to sing a melody fit for a king to all who might
listen. The tree almost smiled as if to say a simple thank you. As I
listened to the birds song my heart rose and for a brief second I felt
like royalty. The tree had stated that he had a kingdom, which
intrigued me due to the fact that there were many other trees nearby
and even though his newly budding crown was impressive and beautiful he
surely wasn't king of the surrounding area. He smiled and answered me
thus. "You sir, one who has not felt the winds, seen the sky or heard
the majestic night lark, they have given me my royalty. You may not
understand still so young, but remember my words... Everything you were
born to experience elevates your soul. The world will not recognize
your wealth or your kingship, because your wealth is enjoyment and your
royalty all that you might learn and experience. You are crowned by a
larger force but you must listen..." The last water droplet fell on my
head and he spoke no more.
- Written atop a haybale in early March. Inspired from my trip to
England and the beauty of dew drops on the tips of tree branches.
Among the hills a meteorite lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, the contours of the stone.
Thus easily can Earth digest A cinder of sidereal fire, And make her translunary guest The native of an English shire.
Nor is it strange these wanders Find in her lap their fitting place, For every Particle that's hers Came at the first from outer space.
All that is Earth has once been sky; Down from the sun of old she came, Or from some star that travelled by Too close to his entangling flame.
Hence, if belated drops yet fall From heaven, on these her plastic power Still works as once it worked on all The glad rush of the golden shower
C.S.L. I
am taking a break. Yes... I am. I have a book list now... and it will
keep me company :) As well as a sonic pen and plenty of Notebook paper!
I shall post something hopefully every sunday if I find the time. Other
than that I will not be on xanga or Myspace or Youtube or any other
internet related activity other than an hour or so on sunday. I pray
that the Lord will guide your steps, and give you peace of mind. And
yes I am going to Camp Yeshua :)!!! I'm uber excited! Prayer would be
nice this month, it shall be an interesting one I assure you. Aslan is
on the move! I can feel it in my bones... and steve is standing on end.
Thats not usual... Let me assure you. :p I love you all. I wanted you
to know that. God bless and Go under the mercy! -Sam
That would have to be my fathers Dr. Why outfit. (Dr. Who
outfit). He was a rather large fan of the British Sci fi show Dr Who which is
STILL RUNNING :). This particular suit which entails a vest with pocket watch
and an over coat with tails as well as a red scarf comes from the 4th Dr which was
played by Tom Bakers widely regarded as the best of the classic Doctors. My
father used to teach college physics at a near by local college. Since he was
kind of an academic fellow he would transfer into his alternate personality and
become Dr. Why for a while. He was also the director of the local Planetarium
and he would use this Dr. Why character to teach elementary kids about physics
and the stars. I never saw him perform live. I only have a picture, but I
suppose that’s all I really need. Recently I took the suit with me to London where I saw and
stood beside the ACTUAL Tardis from Dr. Who. The suit means quite alot to me,
more than I'll ever know right now. In the future, (If I'm not already there
already...) It could mean more than the world to me... and even more so to my
children. Its a little bit of the past that I carry on with me, and inside of
me. In a way, I follow in the path of my father, yet in a way I'm blazing my
own trail. I only hope I can follow the torn treasure map he left behind,
because the Lord knows too many pieces have been burned and swept away in the
wind. If I'll ever find my path to my own individuality and self confidence
that exists in the words becoming a man, I only hope I'll be as great as a one
as my father.
This song reminds me. It immerses me into a deep reflexive
state that can only be described as a deep breakfast. When I found
this album in my Cd player and listened to it again each song brought back
memories of my childhood. Each song memories of the Planetarium of my father
and of joy, except this one. This one has always impacted me ever since I was
little. I had completely forgotten about it. When I listened to it again the
other day when I found it everything hit me at once. All the poignant
memories of love and of happiness and of sadness flowed through me as this
moving song played and I sat there and cried. When you love someone, you miss
them when they're not around to share life with. When you miss them, you're
torn in two. And when you're torn in two these waves of memories rush upon the
shore of your mind over and over again at different times but they will never
stop. Sheldon described this very well when he mentioned that he would look at
pictures, listen to music, and look at paintings that his wife Davey painted. He
would see something/hear something/ or even smell something that triggered a
memory and the tears would flow. It’s almost enjoyable... sadness. To be able
to feel anything at all, to let it out. When you lose someone you love, no one
can describe its impact on your life or the feeling it induces you with. At
times you are completely emotionless, so when the memories rise in your heart
and sing like a kettle while the steam and the tears fall, it is almost
welcomed. It’s a relief. Yet there is joy there as well. It is the most
difficult thing to explain. There is joy perhaps in the future. In the now. Joy
to realize that your loved ones are still there with you that very moment. That
they will live on inside of you forever. That feeling overwhelms me every time.
And this piece means a lot to me. It always has, and now even more so.
You made me look at my past tonight, and I'm so glad you did. Sometimes I don't
want to look, but when I do, I find more than I could ever imagine. The main
thing that I've learned from my father, more than anything is to Love, to
Travel, and to be Happy. I pray that with Gods help I may learn to accomplish
all three of these life’s necessities and truly live the life I was created to
live. I feel like I have so much to accomplish in the future, and I'm the only
one holding me back. I've got to tear down these mental barriers that keep me imprisoned
in apathy and hopelessness and walk forward into the unknown. I stand on a
precipice like a tea cup of tea teetering this way or that, afraid of the
fall. I either fall to the one side and let my self down as well as my
loved ones, or I can achieve the impossible and through Gods strength alone
rise to the man I'm supposed to be.
Yet God, I can feel you here. I should have known..... This whole time I
thought You left me... but You were just waiting. Waiting for me to turn to You
and trust You once again. I should have known! Ofcourse, prayers sent with true
intent hit their mark if they align in God's plan! Why did I ever doubt? How
did I ever doubt? You're always here with me every step of the way, when I fall
You pick me backup and prod me forward.
No regrets, lessons learned. I always thought I believed that, but in reality I
didn't. Now however, I think I'm beginning to understand and beginning to come
around. Everything and Anything that You have given me, I will give right back
to You ten fold. Anything and Everything that You have given me in life (Family
friends loved ones talents etc.) I give to You for You to use in my life the
way You see fit. And You don't hesitate do You? God I love You...Your mercies
and kindness bubble like a spring and water my dry and thirsty heart.
"You listen. You're here. You're helping me. You're guiding my life step
by step. God you have kept your promise, your plan is more than I could ever
thank you for!" - Notes of an Aesthetic voyager.
How could I doubt? You have me under your wing, and the peace and happiness You
give me are better than anything in the entire world. Better than all the loves
than all the beauties, just give me your assurance and love and I will survive.
God I love you, and thank you for everything! For friends, for love, for
purity, for beauty, for family, for loved ones, for life! Your grace and mercy overwhelm
me.
-Sam
God bless! And Go under the Mercy. Think, therefore be. Thoughts are the ultimate reality. Actions would be nothing without them. So think before all things. And truly love... for Love is the greatest of all things.
Life. Rainbows. Golden Rain. Flowers. Mountains. Air.
Clouds. Trees. Ozone. The electricity before the storm. Love. Fresh sheets.
Music. Sunsets. Exploration. Poems. Pros. Old books. Fireplaces. Warmth. Snow.
Meteors. Walks in the middle of the night. Hot chocolate. Tea. Photos of my
fathers childhood. Worn and weathered photos of my relatives that are now gone.
Grandmas house. Chocolate chip cookies. Muffins. Brownies. Swimming in mountain
lakes and then laying on a rock to dry out and soak in some sun like a turtle
:p. Beauty. Silence. The sun. The way the sun turns everything gold with
its slanting rays right before sunset. Walks. Runs from invisible monsters!
Childhood memories. Little kids. Innocence. Hide and seek. Travelling. New
horizons. Rolling in clover or down some hill. Nostalgia. Puddles of sky :).
The wind. The sound of wind through firs on top of a mountain. Scenic views.
The way God talks to you when you're high. Simplicity. Waterfalls. Swimming.
Tire swings. Wooglish icecream :). Old people. Stories. Weddings. Tingles...
Shivers. True and unblocked flow of emotion that is uncontrollable yet
mysterious to its source and beginning. A Babys laugh. The way your
heart jumps or pangs you when you open it. When you re-awaken forgotten
memories. When you say something you never expected you would say.
The stars. The moon. Candles. Fire. Laughs. Giggles. Snorts. Little kids living
life without a care in the world. And You. :)
Edit: Sunrises. Sundays :). Little white houses. Rocking chairs. Guitars. Dirtbike rides. People with One and a half hearts :)
More to come... I might never finish writing this :p.
The Rain taps upon my window sill and drips down my window in small trickles. My street turns into a river. My piano plays behind me at the fingers of an unknown stranger as I sit and watch the rain fall steadily inches from my face. I sit and ponder my past and future and all of my poignant memories that will exist in my heart and soul forever. The rain is a window to the past and a door to the future. It falls with such beauty bringing life to the land as well as my heart and more importantly grace as it washes my soul. The steady pitter patter soothes my mind and induces me into a tranquil aura of simple happiness. I hear the soft roll of thunder mixing sweetly with my piano; take a sip of my tea, and all is well.
Edit: At the moment I'm high, no one can slow me down. No one can bring me down...
And I don't think I'll ever stop now, no I don't think anybody can bring me down. No, no no, no no no. I just keep walking and I just keep looking, just keep soaking in the sunshine. And I really think I understand now, at least I'd hope so but I'm not quite sure. And perhaps thats okay, today... Cuz I'm happy, so very happy.
Its a song
I sung in my head walking the streets of a small foreign city with sights and
smells that felt like home. And in my head I’m free, and nothing else matters.
Sassafrass is probably one of the best scents in the entire universe... Right now its pink. The entire sky glows pink.
The sunset is pretty much gone, yet the there is still this odd but beautiful pink glow to everything :) Its pretty amazi, Incredible!
So
now i sit here listening to Jimmy E World Thinking about my Sassafras tea...
Thinking the last time I drank this stuff. Remembering drinking that
tea, remembering finding the Sassafras and digging it up near my old
house with my father.
Good old memories that push me on into the future :)
The
pink is almost gone. That window of opportunity or beauty just strikes
you for a few moments like a flash from heaven, and they leave you
reeling for tomorrow's sunset. I guess thats how life is. Short bursts
of joy and beauty that leave you reeling. Yet when one exists in those
short bursts they are timeless...
Horrah for Hope! "Hope is a
good thing, perhaps the best good thing, and good things never die."
-Shawshank Redemption. "Good gets better" - The dude from Salvation
Mountain CA.
Go under the mercy -Sam
I'd like to say hello and welcome you good day that is my name! Come here and sit down I'm so glad you even really truly came We can even go and take a walk or something like that or something like that But first I need to introduce my what and introduce my when
Let us sing (Ahhhhhh)
Its name I like to call it likes to say it's nothing (it's nothing, it's nothing) It lives and breathes and it insists that it insists that it is something (it's something) It never liked to speak or run or walk or sleep or eat It even thought that everybody tried to thought to take its seat
Looking through glass eyes Give it few tries Nothing goes right in its time Kill all its bad dreams Wonder 'bout no things Circles and spirals in mind
But we know that this song is not about a no or yes or why What's really truly what I say is that about a little sigh (ahhh) So come along I think I'm done I think we're done yes this is done What's truly that I think about it and it thinks about a ton
Laa daa daa dadada Let us sing (Ahhhhh)
Looking through glass eyes Give it a few tries Nothing goes right in its time Kill all its bad dreams Wonder 'bout no things Circles and spirals in mind
I thought you knew I knew but Why and by and why and by and by I wanted you to know I thought you knew but Why and by and why
Everyone loves a Spatoodle Monkey! I stepped on gum! I stepped on gum, oohohohooo!
Let us sing!
Birds and bees and television Cardboard houses x-ray vision Many little silly rhymes Things forgotten lost their times Telephones and silly games Periods and lots of question marks
Good day by Tally Hall.
Perhaps the reason why I like this song so much is due to the fact that I don't understand what it means. And perhaps that is why it was written, to not mean anything :p. Or perhaps this song is about A little Sigh... and circles and spirals in ones mind. Mhmmm alas, I shall leave now. Until next time then, Good day!
