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| your eyes are stormy
there's a story in the wretched way your hands flounder.
and the child-face is listless
and it makes me wonder, wonder.
oh, i love and love, but can't express to you....
for you can't express yourself.
what makes your mind, my boy?
what fills your soul?
what do of you dream of?
is life like a candy-land
is life like a horror-scope
is life just There
and you can't tell why?
let me in, i'm begging you
let me in, i want to see
i want to feel and see
mostly i want to express this love i have for you
mostly i want to know.
i surrender your life,
your eyes, your touch.
i surrender and know;
His love will be enough. | | |
| nobody reads this site anymore, i think. which means i could make it a real journal again; but i've moved on. :)
WeLL... here's what i REALLY think about everything and everyone:
(most of the words are in invisible ink)
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as if you wanted to know. :)
alright this is the most boring entry and i am finished.
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| i have found the paradox that if i love until it
hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.
--Mother Teresa | | |
| i had a dream last night about Tsnami's wiping out my house and certain
family members, friends and strangers being sucked under and holding
their breath, and then finding air to breathe. these huge walls of
water kept looming up over the mountains in the back yard. fear. "how
much will this hurt? probably alot."
at one point, a tidal wave hit the house but it didn't splinter into
bits. instead, the door rattled and this scary face peared in through
the cracked window pane. in walked the Cardboard man, and he was made
of cardboard, with clothes and face painted on him, except he had real
eyes and a real tongue. a fat red tongue and huge sticking out eyes,
and he waved around his cardboard arms, and i knew he had the power to
kill us. so,. i tried fighting him, but it didn't work out very well.
then i woke up. why do i never reach conclusion in my dreams? in your
dreams. i would have liked it super-much if i had known what
happened. maybe cardboard man ate us all. wouldn't that suck? he had a
tongue. he could have done it. i don't know.
today i don't know what tomorrow will bring. maybe a meteor. maybe more school. we will see. | | |
| For God alone my soul waits in silence;
from him comes my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.
How long will all of you attack a man
to batter him,
like a leaning wall, a tottering fence?
They only plan to thrust him down from his high position.
They take pleasure in falsehood.
They bless with their mouths,
but inwardly they curse. Selah
For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence,
for my hope is from him.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
On God rests my salvation and my glory;
my mighty rock, my refuge is God.
Trust in him at all times, O people;
pour out your heart before him;
God is a refuge for us. Selah
Those of low estate are but a breath;
those of high estate are a delusion;
in the balances they go up;
they are together lighter than a breath.
Put no trust in extortion;
set no vain hopes on robbery;
if riches increase, set not your heart on them.
Once God has spoken;
twice have I heard this:
that power belongs to God,
and that to you, O Lord, belongs steadfast love.
For you will render to a man
according to his work.
-Psalm 62
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