Sunday, March 30, 2008

The dream the once was morning
Brandino
B&T strike again
Sandra -> spanish sounding solo riff
Kolbe
My accusers – broken hearts
in my memory
love and grace
picture without pixels
blessed
12-21-2-14
this is love
six more miles
approach my soul
trains
come back home
honestly
julia
5:31


covers:
buddy holly
ageless beauty

priority

  1. Six more miles
  2. In my memory
  3. 12.21.2.14
  4. B&t Strike
  5. Blessed
  6. Buddy holly intro into 5.31
  7. Brandino
  8. The dream that once was morning
  9. Kolbe – traditional start
  10. This is love
  11. Come back home
  12. My accusers mixed with broken hearts riff
  13. Julia

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Every year that I'm on my own reminds me how far I am from home

I'd like to move back to a city. It's been so long since I've lived anywhere with a music venue that's not someones church basement.

If I could take all my friends and move them to Chicago or Cleveland.. something Midwest by the great lakes. I think I'd be happy about that. The south is begging to get old. There are things I really like, but I need a colder climate, something up north. Somewhere that has some homeless people so I can run a soup kitchen and wear thrift store ties.


Maybe I just remember Cleveland through the eyes of a 6 year old. Watching solar eclipses with my mom in the back yard through the leaves. Having neighbors that weren't white and baptist. My dad had a job in Chicago for a while. Things would have been different if he had kept it and we had followed him there.

I know I need a large body of water, a lake, an ocean. A strong local body of believers. Artistic people. With as little hypocrisy as possible. I think I just want to get out of an area where everybody's Christian by default.

I've been listening to music all night. I went to sleep at about 8pm and woke up about 11 last night. My sleep's so screwed up.

I know God has me exactly where He wants me. And I will seriously be content anywhere. As the song goes, "I'll wait for you. But please come soon."

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Consider and Reconsider

in this cosmic game of poker, do we get an exit strategy?
i said "all in, all in" all day yesterday
lifeless drones. we don't share life. we each have our own.
we can't see each others' cards
and why would we want to?
the exits are guarded with fire
the tables are covered with pain
hope, hope, hope: what good is it if we can't see it?
this room is cloudy with the smoke of lost souls
and friends keep their noses in paper books of dead men
to learn ways to better love their fellow man
but, good heavens, don't fold; we'll play alongside each other:
you with your cards, and me with mine.

Robin

you were a star, brightly shining
a bird set free in a new land
trying to soar and finding your way
you had much potential

soaring high, no guidance by
the light you once held dearly
in foreign terrain we restrain
to share our pressing burdens

somewhere free you flew too far
to rocks and cliffs unpassing
we said we were just trying to guide
but you could do the rest

don't believe the earth holds better promises
we warm the hearts of mortals but never touch the clouds

we fly in packs to save the ones
who fly to find perfection
who believe the lies of Satan's wives
that we are doomed to failure

a time apart a time between
differences don't matter
the common love of friends we share
gives air to collapsed lungs

don't believe the earth holds better promises
we warm the hearts of mortals but never touch the clouds

Friday, March 14, 2008

B&T strike again

I traded in my bottle caps for a calm and a steady heart
My blood, once thinned, now thick and rich and warm
And all the dust I swallowed lying face down in the hall
The light is bright and, oh, my body burns

I carved out my direction like a blind man charts his course
And looked to things created for my joy
I held you in my right hand and in my left, a lie:
That I made god, and he burns just like me

So remember the taste of ash
And surrender, I'll take you back

Theres something more than tools and chisels, words and empty faith
I groan like prisoners long condemned to die
You've swept away my offenses and sins like morning mist
This wood will rot, but You will still remain
You will always be the same

So remember the taste of ash
And surrender, I'll take you back


Part of this song is borrowed from Psalm 109 and Isaiah 44.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Blessed

books they fill with consequences
and explanations to your secrets
but unconscious thoughts race
when we meet again

our plans fit into plans already made
written verse by verse and line by line
a seamless fulfillment of a master plan

but we'll forget at all costs
that we cannot change a thing
and worrying helps everything
our brilliance blesses everyone

and gifts divvied up
and saved for game day
or used as cheap pick-up lines

it's a shame we're all alone
and no one gave up everything
just so we could say "no"

but we'll forget at all costs
that we cannot change a thing
and worrying helps everything
our brilliance blesses everyone

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

And a choir of angels sang, "It's all nice, on ice, alright!"

I've been thinking a long time about what it means to be me. So here is a long, roundabout way of telling you who I am.


So in John 11, a man named Lazarus dies. And Jesus brought him back to life again. And I was thinking about how Jesus did everything to impart truth. Truth was rapped up in every word that that man spoke. There was meaning behind every action. So he brings death back from life to prove a point. And that point is in John 12. He starts talking about how He's going to die.

23 Jesus replied, “Now the time has come for the Son of Man to enter into his glory. 24 I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives. 25 Those who love their life in this world will lose it. Those who care nothing for their life in this world will keep it for eternity. 26 Anyone who wants to be my disciple must follow me, because my servants must be where I am. And the Father will honor anyone who serves me.

27 “Now my soul is deeply troubled. Should I pray, ‘Father, save me from this hour’? But this is the very reason I came! 28 Father, bring glory to your name.”

Then a voice spoke from heaven, saying, “I have already brought glory to my name, and I will do so again.” 29 When the crowd heard the voice, some thought it was thunder, while others declared an angel had spoken to him.

30 Then Jesus told them, “The voice was for your benefit, not mine. 31 The time for judging this world has come, when Satan, the ruler of this world, will be cast out. 32 And when I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw everyone to myself.” 33 He said this to indicate how he was going to die.

34 The crowd responded, “We understood from Scripture that the Messiah would live forever. How can you say the Son of Man will die? Just who is this Son of Man, anyway?”

35 Jesus replied, “My light will shine for you just a little longer. Walk in the light while you can, so the darkness will not overtake you. Those who walk in the darkness cannot see where they are going. 36 Put your trust in the light while there is still time; then you will become children of the light.”

After saying these things, Jesus went away and was hidden from them.

Again, we get this picture of Jesus as someone who talks in paradox. In the last chapter he said, "I am the resurrection and the life. Anyone who believes in me will live, even after dying. Everyone who lives in me and believes in me will never ever die." How can someone die, and never die at the same time? So he raises this guy from the dead to hint at the fact that He has power over death, and that anyone that believes in Him can have the same victory. We see this Guy who is troubled about having to die to prove a point. But in the end choses to prove that point to the end: that God loves us enough to die. Enough to suffer pain and persecution. So why would He do that?

Philippians chapter 2 says it this way:

3 Don’t be selfish; don’t try to impress others. Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourselves. 4 Don’t look out only for your own interests, but take an interest in others, too.

5 You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had.

6 Though he was God,
he did not think of equality with God
as something to cling to.
7 Instead, he gave up his divine privileges;
he took the humble position of a slave
and was born as a human being.
When he appeared in human form,
8 he humbled himself in obedience to God
and died a criminal’s death on a cross.

9 Therefore, God elevated him to the place of highest honor
and gave him the name above all other names,
10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father.

So we have this Christ who dies a sinner's death in obedience to God. This Christ gave up his desires, his home, his safety, his life, only to have God give Him back honor and glory and a Name above all names. Even Christ considered His reputation as something He didn't need to cling to, but He let it go, only to have it be given back a thousand fold. And we are supposed to do the same thing.

Lewis put it this way, and this will tie it all back together of what it means to be me, and my desire to be myself and original:

"But there must be a real giving up of the self. You must throw it away 'blindly' so to speak. Christ will indeed give you a real personality: but you must not go to Him for the sake of that. As long as your own personality is what you are bothering about you are not going to Him at all. The very first step is to try to forget about the self altogether. Your real, new self (which is Christ's and also yours, and yours just because it is His) will not come as long as you are looking for it. It will come when you are looking for Him. Does that sound strange? The same principle holds, you know, for everyday matters. Even in social life, you will never make a good impression on other people until you stop thinking about what sort of impression you are making. Even in Literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without having noticed it. The principle runs through life from top to bottom. Give up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it. Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favorite wishes every day and death of your whole body in the end: submit with every fiber of your being, and you will find eternal life. Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in."


If I had a thesis statement, that would be it. That gives me freedom to be who I am.

sometimes, you means me

You are a picture without pixels
You are a song without notes
You are a canvas without easel
You are a gambler, gone for broke

You've got nothing left to lose

Monday, March 10, 2008

Greetings

Well. Ben just invited me to become a part of this blog.. so I did!

Prepare to be "amazed." (I suppose that's one way to put it.)

Peace!

7-20-04 Appleton, Wis.

Love
More than just a word
More than just an idea
More than just a goal to be achieved
And blue and gray
I'm on my way

Grace
More than just a girl
More than just an interest
More than just a prize to be attained
And you will be
My everything

With earthen eyes, you say to me
That everything is at should be
Eyes blue, hair gray
I'm on my way

Christ
More than just a man
More than just a teacher
More than anyone could ever mean
Please take this life
And make it right

With earthen eyes, you say to me
That everything is at should be
Eyes blue, hair gray
I'm on my way

July 5, 2004 - Chicago

City Air
A train station on the end of a street
A tall building, last place you looked for me
The wind blows me down
And the strangers remind me of faces I once knew

For miles and miles the road goes
And the passenger seat is never empty
All roads lead to home
Because I carry you with me

My neck is craned
A cityscape reaches up into the clouds
It feels the same
When a stranger's face reminds you of your own
So I'll take the metro and lose myself downtown

Your a sight for sore eyes
And somehow I don't feel alone
As long as I feel you here
Every where I go is home

Let's leave this town
The Highway can take us underground
We can chase these dreams
And you can be what you were meant to be
Everybody loves the idea of being on your own and free

Every face looks like home
Every place I go
I'm not alone

in my memory, black is where white should be

Negatives remain
Even when the picture's burned
They'll just have to wait their turn
They'll just have to wait
And the rooms have all been swept
But now I fear there's nothing left
To remind us where we've been
To remind us

And there's a Bibles worth or notes I've read
Filled with words of love from a Father's pen
To a harlot bride and her cheating heart
And there's a loneliness that I have felt
In the deepest parts inside myself
When all I want is sleep
Maybe someone to rescue me
Just for an hour
Maybe a n hour is all I'll spend with you
Show some compassion

Memories remain
Even though the heart has changed
Even with my brand new name
It reminds me
But it's hard to feel alone
When you've just been welcomed Home
And you remind me where I've been
You remind me

And there's a Bibles worth or notes I've read
Filled with words of love from a Father's pen
To a harlot bride and her cheating heart
And there's a loneliness that I have felt
In the deepest parts inside myself
When all I want is sleep
Maybe someone to rescue me
Just for an hour
Maybe a n hour is all I'll spend with you
Show some remorse

And after all
Yours was a dream I couldn't catch
After all, you were my everything
And after all
Mine is a love that doesn't last
After all, you gave me everything

You are. To me. My heart. You'll see.
You are. To me. My heart. You'll see.
You are. To me. My heart. You'll see.
You are. To me. My heart. You'll see.


Music

A song dated 7-26-06, from which I have much to learn

There is no goodness in me
No soundness in my bones
I'm hollow, vain, and lonely
Too prideful to come home

I spent all my inheritance
On women, wine and song
And all outstanding checks called in
I cannot last for long

My accusers all surround me
They're calling for my blood
I look in Your direction
Where does my help come from?

Unto the hills I lift my eyes
And all that I can see
Is Love that cared enough to die
And Love that rescues me

I cannot live without you
I cannot even stand
Time and time, I've failed you
But still you take my hand.

You say,

"Son, I know you've made mistakes,
But yes, I love you still.
I loved you when I gave you life,
You know I always will."




This was inspired by a few Psalms, mainly 109 and 121.

Maximilian Kolbe, used as a metaphor for encouragement

Wood floors
Hide under carpets
Sheets bunch
Tossing and Turn
Sleep comes
Like a reflection
Of lost love
In metered time

A song cannot contain
My regret or my disdain
You arrive and You proclaim
That Love will rise again

Cold air
Creeps up from floorboards
Scales fall
Off from my eyes
In dark times
I may forget you
But I know this
You are Alive

The stone is rolled away
And night will turn to day
And here's my heart to say
That Hope will rise yet today

The Dream that once was Morning

There's a gray sound that happens
and it whispers as Dawn comes through the windows
And blinds cannot shield you
from the end of another sleepless night
There's a moment that settles
all the uncertain parts in the bedroom
Two arms as they twist and turn
directing you to glistening light

Can you climb over me?

There's a film that reminds me
of the time I spent holding onto sadness
As an Idea it fed me
and held skin tight to my bones
But projectors and flashlights
only strike blocks that will bind them and blind them
And fingers and plastic become
circles and shapes on a wall

Can you climb over me?
So you can see like I can't see

(My eyes hurt
My sun goes blind
And even what's worse
You were on my mind)

I was thinking about Merlin

"The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then - to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn."
- T.H. White, The Once and Future King

So this is my grown-up blog. I'm almost 23. Which is staggering. I don't know how much I'll have to say, but this is where I'll say it.