i have a hard time remembering the things i should remember, and a hard time forgetting the things i should forget. oh christ, when you're ready to come back i think i'm ready for you to come back, but if you want to stay wherever exactly it is you are, that's okay too - it's really none of my business. if i didn't have you as my guide i'd still be wandering lost in sinai or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me: there are places that aren't here. i had a well but all the water left so i'll ask your forgiveness with every breath, And if there was no way into God, I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear.

If joy was a color it would be purple pastel pretty like old women and young children both wear on Easter, smiling while having deviled eggs and drinking koolaid, chasing blown bubbles in the backyard. The young ones distracting hats fly off and the old ones laugh a contagious laughter that is to be shared by everyone there. The sun shines down upon them as all of their physical imperfections gleam beautifully… and inside… inside here I feel like this. And I look outside my window and imagine the future purple pastel pretty moments of joy that I will one day have with my wife and my children, my friends and my family. I really look forward to those moments but I am thankful for the one I am having right now, this morning, alone, on my couch, overwhelmed by joy.

joy in the heart doesn't mean peace with God because the world brings joy but it's that that deceives masses of people who forsake whats important because they think all they see is all that they need... some people get angry but it makes me sad to see the declination of life, what's in bondage should be free Christ is misrepresented but I hold the evidence in my heart is His peace which surpasses common sense... ---I play in a punk band called The Violence... myspace.com/violencepunx

My God is my true love. Always and forever

I urge you to stop feigning genius and start contributing to society.