Sunday, July 22, 2012

How Did You Guys Meet?

Blindness was never a gift for me
Blessing of sight was mine from the beginning
Blurry, but corrected

Radiant colors flash their brights at me
Allowing me to distinguish this world
Your eyes scream different emotions
Gray, green and blue
Three colors made for you
These colors made for me

Orangish-yellow 
May not have significance to you
But memories poor out of those street lights for her
Memories that delve so deep into her character, her heart
An attraction that should cost money to enter
Though she allows you to enter for free
Simple and complex it can be
Nothing is easily revealed
You must dig, search and find
Inside her beating heart

The key to this beautiful attraction
Was given to me
So fragile and weightless in my hands
A gift so unique and treasured
And I have lost the key before
And although she had to close down the attraction for a few days,
She found the key both times and returned it to me

I am not a child in her eyes
This amazing trust she has given me
It holds an aura of colors
That twist and mold and grow together
Like our love

I met her in the mountains of Montana
In the pinks, blues, reds that lit the sky
I met her in the laughs with Shane
In the joy and excitement, in the youth
I shared her picture with the wind and the air
So they could take her everywhere
I met her in the church
Where God gave me eyes to see
I met her in the lens of my camera
In the shadows, in the light
I met her in adventures
In the adrenaline and the fear
I met her while sitting on a fence
In the beauty and the silence
I met her through my cell phone
In my failures and my shame
I met her before I met her

Now she's my whites, greens, yellows, blues, reds, purples, oranges, blacks, tie-dyes, fireflies, stars, planets, and moons.

Now she's mine and I am hers.
We met before we met.
I hold the key to her attraction,
She holds the key to mine

Monday, July 9, 2012

God promises that one day we will be free from pain, fear, hurt; there will be no tears in heaven. 


Rev 21:4

He will wipe away ever tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away

The FIRST things have passed away. First. First.

First: Coming before all others in time or order. Never previously done

God allowed these things....FIRST. Before heaven, these things had to be, had to exist, they had to come first. I've heard many people say, "Why did God make us suffer? Why would He do this to me/us?"

Appreciation. Thankfulness. Trust. Courage. Hope. Strength. Patience. Love.

These are only a few reasons why God allowed/allows suffering. We are so hurt that we assume he does it for other reasons:

Hatred. Punishment. Neglect. Disappointment. Force. Revenge. Karma. 

We have the right to decide what we truly believe about suffering. He allows us to make a choice about it. He has given us all the promises, truths, and love He can through His word. There is nothing more He can say or show us. 

Pain has many forms, but most importantly, it hurts, it hurts like HELL. God allows suffering. God allows us to see suffering. God allows hell. God allows us to see hell. Why would he do that? Because he hates us, wants to punish us, wants to force us, wants to get revenge, is neglecting us, or because we deserved it? GOD ALLOWS US TO SEE HELL. HE ALLOWS HELL. It clearly does not say, God puts hell on you, God wants you to feel hell, God wants hell for you. When you switch the words suffering for hell, it is clearer and easier to believe that what God wants us to get out of pain and suffering is...growth and understanding. To learn. 

For the past few months God's themes for me were: Death and abuse. 

These are two experiences that I couldn't hide from if I tried. It seems as though every person I meet has just lost somebody or they soon will. Many people have opened up to me about being abused as a child. Those people, as well as, the people in my past who have had the same experiences, have been echoing in my mind. 

Today, the Jesus fish on the back of my truck, created a conversation between me and an older man, whom I've been spending time with lately. We began talking about the differences in types of churches and why we do or don't like them very much. It lead us into a conversation about judgement. How some churches will throw the bible at your face and some will welcome you with a kind heart and be open-minded. This lead into talking about people in general, he immediately jumped to homosexuals. He knew I was "gay." He began to say that he had a hard time with homosexuality for a long time. He simply and freely opened up to me and told me that he was abused by a gay man when he was only five years old. That issue affected him then, and still affects him today. It was one reason why he hated gay people and couldn't see them as anything but gay. I could understand why he would feel so much hatred towards them. The type of life suffering that comes from abuse I can't relate to, but I know it's one of the worse experiences to go through. It wasn't until he got into his business as a public health official when his mind was finally opened and his heart was lightened. He also had a friend whom was gay. It wasn't until he started asking his friend about being gay, that he finally felt freedom from the hatred he felt towards gay people. He asked everything he could; how it started, when did he know, etc. Whatever he needed to ask to feel better settled. This friend of his was a great guy, he loved the guy, and couldn't understand why his friend was different from the gay stereotype he had created because of his pain. Since then, he's been open to gay people. He doesn't see them as "gay," but as Natalie, as Jesse, as people. He had the same issue with Black people. He was raised to believe that they were terrible people because of their skin color. While he learned not to judge people for their sexuality, he LEARNED not to judge people by their skin color either.

The past week has been difficult with a friend's family of mine. I no longer see the surface of the relationships that make them one. My friend showed me the leaves, then the branches, then the stump, and now the roots. They are deep. Not only deep, but still digging through the surface of the dirt. The roots are beginning to strangle the other limbs of the tree. How we both wish things could be simple, easily fixed, to just change. Why does it always have to be this way? Will it always be this way? Why, God, are you doing this? Change hearts, move feet, open mouths! I'm doing my part, why can't you do yours? It's in YOUR hands, after all. 

There are many lessons in life that I know. I know them down to a T. I know that stealing is bad. I know that murder is wrong. I know that God allows pain for us to grow and change, but I needed to hear it again. I needed to relearn the thing I've already learnt. So do all of the people who are currently on my mind. We need to remember that pain sucks, we can even say it sucks, it should. We also need to remember that God is good. He has the best intentions. He is the only person in the world who can get that right! So the next time you are hurting or sad, just remember that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and within the tunnel, God is going to transform you heart in ways you would never be able to do on your own, or in a perfect society. He is preparing us for heaven. 

God says, here...here is hell, look at it, feel it, revel in it, believe in it, hurt in it, suffer in it, so you can see that I am good, that I love you and that I plan to heal you. It will all work out...in the end. Will you still be with me? Or will you believe the lies that hell has to offer? 


These things had to come FIRST.

Be strong, the Lord is with you. 


If you think of this world as a place intended simply for our happiness, you find it quite intolerable: think of it as a place of training and corrections and it's not so bad. - C.S. Lewis (God in the Dock)


Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Have you ever felt so much hurt, from hurting someone, that you always feel like throwing up your heart?

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Mist

Beer and some rum and coke
Not to mention the blinky red, green and blue lights
They played Sublime tonight
"I don't cry when my dog runs away,
or because of the bills I have to pay"
My feet danced the night away
Though my mind distant
My body slithered and swayed
Like a jellyfish underwater
I care not what you think of me
I dance to set my mind free
My body tells me where to go
I go fast and I go slow

Under The Sheets

Sleep cycles
Lost control
Dream recycles
Your heart it stole

Lively face
Hands intertwined
Time is a race
Eyes blind

Haunting me
Blood across my shirt
Let me be
Dig the dirt

No stopping
Fast, slow
Dropping
Further into the ground you go

Subconscious
Haunting me
Unconscious
Set me free

Don't sleep
Eyes wide
Don't weep
Hide



Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Portrait of a beautiful man

Every female eye notices the shadows across your skin
Noting the muscles, the chest hair, the eyes
And your words, so debonair

After four whole years, you opened up to me
Your face changed that day
Your emotions flew through the air
Eyes barely open and mouth rambling
She left you and now you're broken
Vulnerability in the light for me to see
Insecurities getting the best of you
Now your bed is an invitation to all

Beautiful man, don't lose hope
Love is love because it will hurt
It hurts, it mends, and it learns
Love can't be love without an opposite emotion

Beautiful man, don't fall away
Fight the pain and you'll regain
Love you've never known before

Beautiful man, you will begin to feel
The reds, yellows, blues, and all the intricate hues
Don't sell your body to hopelessness
Love does not grow there

Beautiful man, beautiful man, beautiful man
You were made in love!
Love is the cure
If your cup is empty, fill it up
Love given is love received

Beautiful man, you are love
Love so fervently, till love is all you see
Don't allow darkness to seep through
And when your beautiful lady comes to you

Your love will be true
Your love will be new
Your love will be due

Love on, beautiful man


Sunday, March 18, 2012

We Wouldn't Be the Couple We Are If...

I've lost all control
Mind, hands, and soul
My hearts racing "like a bullet from a gun"
Neuron lights flying through my brain
Like exit lights on the floor of a plane
I'm screaming and running through a crowd of people
One day they'll fill the hill containing our steeple
I never knew the definition of peace
Till I met you
Please don't let me combust
I don't want to leave but I must
Will you watch me go?
Maybe time will feel slow
I'm going to watch you 
Through the darkness of my eyelids
Till I see your beautiful face again
And the world will not feel so mundane

Monday, March 12, 2012

With Ecstatic Ways

Bodies aching to jump
Our shadows rich with colors unimaginable
Keeping hope, our lost fingers connect together in wholeness
Hands locked and loaded, my dear
Every part of you is a part of me
Separation of our hearts creates a beat unknown
Losing the most admired equinox
Though we each share the weight of gravity's pull
Reds, yellows, and greens flash by
We share the stops, the slows, and the go's
The force of love is on our side
So run with me baby to the edge of the universe
The soles of our shoes will leave traces of proof
Memories scattered all over the world
We can stand on top of the moon
And throw our worry, fear, and sadness into the dark
Watch it get sucked away through a black hole
And float on, float on, we will
Together as one

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Doing my research paper about Alzheimer's disease. The acknowledgement in the beginning says:

To ... , who, when memory failed,
never forgot how to see beauty

I love this.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Thankful

In the past, I believed I was more than enough for someone. That I had all or more of the qualities most people don't have. Thought I was someone who would always love more than everyone else. Assumed my compassion for people would be enough for the person I was with. I always assumed I was the best person to be in a relationship with. That others should be jealous they don't have me.

As I've embarked in this relationship, I find myself never feeling any of those things. I feel quite the opposite. "Enough", the word I can't seem to get out of my mind. Can I be enough for you? Do I have qualities that are different than other people? Better than other people? Can I love you more than anything? Will I be able to be there for you through the thick and thin?

You tell me I'm wonderful, that I'm great, that you think I'm pretty awesome. I don't respond because I don't believe it. You're right, I expect myself to be so much more. I know I'm capable of more and when I can't be that, I get myself down. Though, I know myself, and I know that you are better at me than a lot of things when it comes to a relationship. I know there will be days when I'll wake up and feel numb to the world and to you. Yet, you want to push through it and you want to stay here for me, because you think I'm worth it...and I can't appreciate that any more than I do.

They Welded Us Together

I could have just got up and left a few times
Grabbed all of my things and just pushed you away
There were enough fears to haunt my dreams
To just shut the door

I stuck through it because there was a voice
Not clear, but it echoed in everything I saw
The sky, the moon, the greens, the reds
The longer I grew in your presence,
the sharper it became

Those fears almost shut me down
Almost ripped me apart again
But your aroma wouldn't let me go
All the others weren't strong enough

Sometimes I sit thinking about your name before I met you
My inner voice said that you could possibly be the one
But what nonsense such a thing could be
So I told it to take a hike

Every time I allow the fears to invade my mind
I yell in the name of love
Love, Love, Love
A tornado swirls inside my head
and transformation begins
I think of you and how far we've come

It resides inside you
This love that draws me closer
and sometimes I still pull away
and then it brings me closer than before
Showing me that everything is safe
That you are mine and I am yours

Something about your soul I've never found in another
My mind will go this way, but you always bring me that way
I wonder what kind of power you behold
God has instilled in you an ability
Unlike any other
I think it was made for me
and I wonder if He gave it to you for life
or if it's just meant for now

The voice it speaks to me
In the warmth of the sun
In the creases of your smile
In the fears
Through the fears
With you


Monday, February 20, 2012

DADDY : )

These are a reminder of you. They make me feel like I'm right there beside you
Miss you, dad














Friday, February 17, 2012

Too Afraid to Love You


I'm going backwards through time at the speed of light
I'm yours, you're mine, two satellites
Not alone
No, we're not alone

A freeze-frame of your eye in the strobe light
Sweat dripping down from your brow, hold tight
Don't let go
Don't you let me go

And I never was smart with love
I let the bad ones in and the good ones go
But I'm gonna love you like I've never been hurt before
I'm gonna love you like I'm indestructible
Your love is ultra magnetic and it's taking over
This is hardcore
And I'm indestructible

Hands up in the air like we don't care
We're shooting deep into space
And the lasers split the dark
Cut right through the dark

It's just us, we ignore the crowd dancing
Fall to the floor
Beats in my heart
Put your hands on my heart

And I never was smart with love
I let the bad ones in and the good ones go
But I'm gonna love you like I've never been hurt before
I'm gonna love you like I'm indestructible
Your love is ultra magnetic and it's taking over
This is hardcore

Ooh and I'm gonna love you like
Like I've never been hurt before
I'm gonna love you like I'm indestructible
Your love is ultra magnetic and it's taking over
This is hardcore
And I'm indestructible

And I never was smart with love
I let the bad ones in and the good ones go
But I'm gonna love you like I've never been hurt before
I'm gonna love you like I'm indestructible
Your love is ultra magnetic and it's taking over
This is hardcore

Ooh and I'm gonna love you like
Like I've never been hurt before
I'm gonna love you like I'm indestructible
Your love is ultra magnetic and it's taking over
This is hardcore
And I'm indestructible
Five years time
I might not know you
Five years time
We might not speak
Oh, in five years time
We might not get along
In five years time
You might just prove me wrong

Thursday, February 16, 2012

He responded with, "so it's like heroin? you take some and are like wow this is nice. Then you try to quit and say it's not right for me. Then you go back and it's even better than you remember it. You then convince yourself that it's not right for you and that you should stop doing it. But you can't keep yourself from getting near it and wanting it, so you've pretty much just lost yourself...yeah?"

I respond with, "yeah, guess you can put it that way, lol"

Monday, February 13, 2012

"Yes, it's the 22nd, but I don't know how old she'll be"


- Older than she should be on the outside and younger than she should be on the inside

Sunday, February 12, 2012

What's Your Definition of "Home?"

Many people close their blinds at night, yet I pull them completely open. It allows me to fall asleep to my favorite light and wake up to the sun shining on my face. Which is the one feeling that makes me feel like "home." Not the feeling of being home, just a type of security and trust.

When I was younger, I took all of my naps near the window so that I could fall asleep to the warmth on my back. With the California weather, I took these kinds of naps fairly often. Naps were one of my favorite childhood past times. Yet there is a particular memory that ceases to fade.

During preschool, I was dropped off at a daycare. There were nature trails near it and we would all go as a group and the caregiver would take us for walks. We would see lizards and bunnies. The trail even had a specific smell that I find gets triggered at different moments in my life. I can remember it vividly. When we would return from our walk, we would lay our blankets out inside of the daycare to nap. I always chose the glass doors to the backyard because the sun shined straight through onto my heavenly napping place. Although, that wasn't my favorite part. My favorite part was being woken up by the tapping on the glass. Waking up in a state of vulnerability and comfort and seeing my father's smiling face just outside of the window. When my father smiles, it isn't just a smile, he smiles like a child who just received the best gift of his life, the gift he's always been asking for. An exaggerated excitement. I woke up to that every Monday-Friday until Kindergarden.

As I've gotten older, I've stopped intentionally taking my naps in the sun. So when I find myself waking up to the sun shining through the window and onto my face, it doesn't upset me, it wakes me up with the best feeling of "home" I could ever experience and it can never be replaced.



Sunday, February 5, 2012

Time

I can't think of anyone better to care for you
But I can't be a replacement
Or the filler of a void

"Do not walk in front of me
I may not follow
Do not walk behind me
I may not lead
Walk beside me
And be my friend"

When the hole in your heart is full
An addition can be made
Like a cherry on top of your sundae
An extra special gift for your heart
As opposed to a substitute ingredient

Only one can satisfy
Only one can fill
Only one can make you whole again
The creator of life
The giver of all things
Ask and you shall recieve