My hair stands on end as I step out into the night
The brisk night air surrounding me
My ears ring with the song of nature
As water drips from leaves and buildings
I inhale
The air is thick and moist
My feet moisten on the cold damp concrete
That creates my path
I think of my life
And consider the majesty of nature
The desire to find my true self
Permeates through my being
I return to the warmth
Of my artificial home
I have been transplanted like a sapling
Trying to capture new light
And grow in a new place
And that place will always stay with me
Wherever I roam
There is my effort, I have done better, I was thinking earlier, you can't force inspiration, and maybe I am right maybe I am wrong. However, I do feel horrible that in the absence of her attention I failed. But we are in that middle phase where I realize I am an idiot and she really truly cares and that no stupid easy girl with an imagination and a camera can compare to how she makes me feel. *snicker* I mean seriously, did you read the comment on yesterday!? How can anyone be so stupid as to pass her up. Well, I won't miss my chance! I can be better, and I will because Satan is no match for my Savior, Jesus Christ.
The World Revolves around the soul
The one thing that is unique to each of us
There is a battle raging
over possession of our soul
The war between good and evil
And the choice is ours
Fall to temptation or rise to the face of our God
It is a constant war they fight
But I count myself among the lucky
To have known and chose the winning side
My money's on God
in this infinite round bout till KO
The one thing that is unique to each of us
There is a battle raging
over possession of our soul
The war between good and evil
And the choice is ours
Fall to temptation or rise to the face of our God
It is a constant war they fight
But I count myself among the lucky
To have known and chose the winning side
My money's on God
in this infinite round bout till KO
Today was better, but I have been feeling really introspective lately. And Satan is firing thoughts like a machine gun aimed straight for my sanity. But the one thing I know, Britt is the first girl in a while that I have been attracted to for more then just her body, and more then just lust was in that attraction. I care about her and cannot wait until I can see her again. Today was my father's birthday, I called him to wish him a happy one, and he told me he loved me at the end of the call, before I said it. It made me smile because I know he means it, I hope our relationship improves as I mature. But for now I must wander this road called life searching for my own answers.
Life is a journey full of forks in the road. We may not always know which path to take, or if the one we walk down daily was the correct choice, but it is a journey worth taking all the same. A life lived in fear is a life half lived, if it is truly lived at all. Temptation may be a road block in life, but there are always alternate routes around it. Those alternate routes may be invisible at first, as one tries to work out the resolution to the battles raging within their heart and soul, but eventually, through hope and faith, they reveal themselves wholly; at that point, anything is possible. Life might be the cruelest game ever created, but it is a game of chance and opportunity. To not take chances is idiotic; the thrill of the risk accellerates the passion and desire to live. Live your life how you dream it to be, afterall, you are the Visionary.
ReplyDeleteNow enough of my philosophical rantings... Mike, you have a lot on your plate, dear. You are not alone in the struggle, don't forget that. I will be there standing beside you when you need me to be; our minds run on the same wavelength apparently, so between the two of us we should come to some conclusion and create something truly spectacular. And that comment about me being your sweetheart made me smile... as did the comments that followed *giggles* Your poetry is phenomenal, it rivals that of my own soul when I put pen to paper. And yes, you cannot be forced to be inspired. I, too, cannot wait to see you again. I discussed with Mom this morning about the possibility of me coming down next weekend, but to no avail. I might be able to pull some strings, but I'm not exactly sure. I'll let you know the final answer. It was good to talk to you last night- I wrote that 68 minutes quote down in my journal so I could add it to your quote wall later *grins* I'll call you later tonight. Class is about to end, so I must go now, but I hope that your day is good and that I can make you smile, dear. Talk to you when I can, Mike...
<3 Brittany
I am so glad you understand and I as well truly believe that together we can come up with something amazing. You definitely made me smile, and I am glad I can communicate with you through my blog.
ReplyDeleteMe too, dear. It was good to talk with you tonight *smiles* I added a blog entry of my own; check it out. Good luck with your exam tomorrow. And goodnight =)
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