Today!

I will be helping out with this man's concert, in which if I help, I'll get to hear him play for FREE!!!

Oh yeah, it's this guy...




Some of you might recognize him, some of you might not,

but...I'm not giving away who is so easily, do some research, you might figure out who he is!

One thing about tomorrow, he is commemorating 30 years for a particular album, in which I brought that album back to my dorm when I went home to take care of my taxes...

EDIT:::

This guy is Phil Keaggy!!! Phil Keaggy is literally up there with great guitarists such as Jimi Hendrix, he plays guitar and he is one of the best. On an odd note, while he is one of the best guitarists EVER, he has only 4 fingers on one hand!

I'd write more, but I have to get back to setting up his concert. It's going to be flipping sweet!

Poem - Taste

Taste

I once tasted things as they were,
now my taste is blurred,
all fades away to shades of grey,
my tongue remains numb...

Taste,
everything tastes the same,
it's bland, it's cold and bitter
like licking a 9 volt battery,
a shock is what I feel in place of taste.

I loved the meals we'd make together
I'd love when we'd go out together
and now that we're severed
I can't remember the tastes.

Poem - Sight

Sight

I still have my vision,
but I can't see clearly;
I have shed many tears,
they have stained my eyes,
my heart and my mind.

I see,
but I don't see you,
I can hardly stand to look at myself
I am pitiful and I feel worthless
you were the love of my life
your sons called me Daddy
I didn't see clearly
and now I see after the fact,
I see too late...maybe?

Like Oedipus, I want to tear my eyes out
but even if I did so, my mind's eye would see more than I want to
I have a hard time seeing forward,
so much I see is in my rear view mirror
a life I once had
a woman I once called my love
two boys I once called my sons
I see what was and I can't see now.

I want to see clearly again,
I want some mud made from the pools of Salome
I want to see...I want to see,
I want to see us in the future.

[n][v]

Poem - Touch

Touch

I haven't been touched in 3 weeks;
no hugs,
no friendly handshakes,
no kisses
no nothing.

She was the last one to touch me,
she was the last person who let me cry my heart out
she was the one who had my heart
and now... I am here feeling heartless.

Touch;
connection between two individuals,
feeling alive inside and out,
being close to someone you love,
touch.

Here I am, untouched,
I am Midas but my touch is dross,
it once was gold but that was when I was with her,
when she loved me,
when she said she loved me,
when love coursed through my veins
when I felt alive and not going through the motions,
which I feel like I am these days...
I remain untouched,
as if I were a leper crying out unclean unclean!
I want to be touched
I need to be touched.

[n][v]

The Body of Christ -- A church I visited today...

Last week I went to a Lao New Years Day Party put on by the library in the area near my school, while there I met the pastor of LAO Community Alliance, who invited me to his church this Sunday morning, so I went.
It was very interesting; the predominant language spoken is Lao, but it is translated into English...sometimes, and alternating Sunday's the service is translated from Lao to English, English to Lao and then there's a combined service the following Sunday. I sang along to the songs in English, while the majority of people around me sang in Lao.

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After the service, I went to a Sunday School of sorts, in which I hung out with some guys who are in their early teens and late teens, I was the oldest so they asked for my insight because "I'm a college student" (as if I have all the answers! Ha!). We discussed the passage of scripture talking about Salt and Light (Matt. 15, right after the Beatitudes).

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Then I was invited to a Lao church potluck! The food was different, but I believe that in regards to food everything must be tried at least once! The food was good, and you know how in National Geographic they sometimes show oversea foreign food markets? Remember photos of small fish that you could eat right away?


I had one! ;)
Very salty and I ate the eyes first, which is a Lao thing according to the pastor. The Lao teens clapped after I did this, because even THEY won't eat it.

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All in all, I had an enjoyable time worshiping with my bro's and sis's in Christ who are Lao or of Lao decent.

The origin of the word SINCERE...

Sincere - It's origin is from Roman times, in which people of importance would have marble statues of themselves made, but in the process of making them, sometimes they would chip and the artist (if a dishonest one) would fill in the chipped area with wax to hide the chipped area. When the person who's statue was made, sometimes they'd ask the artist if the statue was sin cera ("without wax") -- That's where we get the word Sincere.
Chrissy calls me sincere...:)

To Forgive - Steve Taylor

I saw a man
He was holding the hand
That had fired a gun at his heart
Oh, will we live
To forgive?

I saw the eyes
And the look of surprise
As he left an indelible mark
Oh, will we live
To forgive?

Come, find release
Go, make your peace

Follow his lead
Let the madness recede
When we shatter the cycle of pain
Oh, we will live
To forgive?

Come, find release
Go, make your peace

I saw a man
With a hole in His hand
Who could offer the miracle cure
Oh, He said live
I forgive

Oh, He said live
I forgive

I saw a man
With a hole in His hand
Who could offer the miracle cure
Oh, He said live
I forgive

Oh, He said live
I forgive

Oh, He said live
I forgive

Oh, He said live
To forgive

The Jig is Up - The 77's

I am a troubled man
Trouble is what I am
I am a troubled man
And I'll take all you can give me

I walk alone
Hand in hand with my trouble
But still nobody's home

I'm in the poorhouse forever
I'm in the doghouse forever
And ever with you

I am a simple man
Simple is what I am
I am quite simply mad
And not particularly glad to be
You were a simple friend
I complicated you, then
I lost a simple friend
All complications unending

I think alone
I could use some good help
With my thinking
It's so far from home

I could think of you forever
I could think of us together
But never mind

I am a lonely man
Lonely is what I am
Heart broke and lonely
I think of you only
Are you with me?

I wasn't ever that smart
No, and I wasn't clever
To think I had hold of your heart

I could break your heart forever
I could break mine and yours
Both right in two after you

I won't go gently into that bad earth
I will fight for you with all that's in me
For all that it's worth

Can I run to you forever?
'Cuz if I can't run to you forever
How can I run to you now?

You live on my doorstep
Is there room in my house?

For Crying Outloud - The 77's

When it all comes down
And it all falls apart
And there's no way to win
And you're left with a broken heart

And you can't look down
'Cuz it's too far to fall
And you can't look forward to nothing
'cept looking' back upon it all

Look up, and cry out
Don't be afraid to rage
Don't be afraid to shout
Look up
For crying out loud
You've both been waiting for this day
For a long time now
Long time now

When you can't stand up
And you can't sit still
And you can't get through the night
Without a sleeping pill

And the days drag out
And the nights never end
And you're tired of talking it out
On the phone with all your friends

Look up, and cry out
Don't be afraid to scream
Don't be afraid to shout
Look up
For crying out loud
You've both been waiting for this day
For a long time now
Long time now
Long time now

Alone together - The 77's

We're alone now
Just like always
And like always
I'm feeling so lonely
Alone with you

We're together
So together
And together
We see how un-together
We have grown

Who'll be the first to say
We're out of time?
Did we lose heart
Or did we lose our minds?

I got my ways
You got your ways
And it seems like
The more ways we try
The more ways we fail

There was a time
We had more time
But that time's long behind us
And pushing us forward now

If you went your way and I went mine
Would we still meet up
Somewhere down the line?

When love was on loan
It was so incredible, my love
Now that love is owned
It's all so regrettable, my love

When you found me
I was one man
Now we're two who won't
Become one for the life of me

Now I'm half-baked
At my half-life
Half a man
All my plans all so ruined
For this also-ran

The little things that I forgot to do
Is now one big thing killing me and you

When we were unknown
It was so incredible, my love
Now that all's been shown
It's all so regrettable, my love
When love was full blown
It was so incredible, my love
Now that love has flown
It's all so regrettable, my love

What could I do, my love?
Was it all up to me
Or was it all up to you, my love?
I always knew my love
It was neither one
'Cuz either one or the other
My sister your brother will fail

No, 1 and 1 will never become 2
When there's a third one
Between me and you

When love was on loan
It was so incredible, my love
Love we thought we owned
Is now so forgettable, my love
Before love had flown
It was so incredible, my love
Now I'm on my own
And it's all so regrettable, my love
My love
My love

Sad news...to me, to her, to what we were...

Chrissy and I broke up...
I’m sorry for being a chicken shit and not telling you guys and gals,
but it hurts me and I’m still not ready to talk about it.

So if you don’t hear from me about this, deal with it, because I’m in a lot of pain.

Also realize that I have a spark of hope (this too will have to wait till a later time).

[n][v]

What's the use in living

The purpose of living is...

Hard to answer at this time.

I do believe it's to live out my life out to the glory of God

and yet,

within all that means.

I am wandering away from the cliched phrases of my youth,

my contemporary is not the norm,

the differences are closer to me than those things that were so similar

I am different

I am no longer a church mouse boy

I want to learn to live among the wolves,

I want to be a kevlar clad lamb

I want to be my moniker personified:

A Nation Yell...

This time is different,

I'm the one who's different bent on making a difference.

Restless

Restless

Restless I stir,

it's 4am and my mind is awake

and my body cries out in turmoil;

"why!"

"how long!"

"I ache!"

My body is dumb and numb to everything around

I lie awake and to myself

I wait for sleep and for change

I make it with God and caffeine 

and restless I was born,

so shall I be till I die

Poetry, oh noetry...

I'm feeling dark and poetic. Such is the muse that strikes me, the poet muse bites when I'm in life's many ruts.

The cush life part 1

The cush life has cost me

everything.

For what I know of now

that I didn't know then

has affected me

immensely.

I cannot look at myself in the mirror anymore,

I'm not who I was yesterday

and I won't be myself tomorrow.

 Life won't be the same because I changed,

but I need to put actions to my words.