songs of the morning....

Holkham Dawn
Originally uploaded by . Andrew Dunn .

the perfect songs of the morning
draw me to your side
the hymns of the birds and the wind and the trees
are what keep me alive
and as we lay with our backs in the cushion of the dawn
i close my eyes to the beauty that's been drawn
and listen closely to the perfect songs of the morning

--the path--

Path to Grandma's House
Originally uploaded by Ms Ladyred

.the latest.

not organized, some lyrics:

was it true

when we said i love you

i guess i believed it at the time

was it you

who turned my heart to new

when i thought that it was gonna die

you're perfect but you're not what i want

you're perfect but i can't take this on

i'm not ready for your other plans

i need another perfect man

the things you say

can't turn me away

and i know that you would never lie

things you do

melt me through and through

you always do everything just right

you were almost gone

but i can't be alone

and you are the one who brought me home

we're closer now

than i should have allowed

further along than a child-bearing mom

you're just what i need, but the wrong time and wrong place

you're just what i want without the means to fit in pace

i want you so bad, you've got me in your hands

i have to resist before i fall again

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some words:

im goin down the wrong path

seems that it might be

the closest i can get to the right one

inching to something

i know is wrong for me

but there's not much to pull in the other direction

so dear don't leave me lonely

dear do let me lie in your loving embrace

dear don't deny me of dangerous love,

of damaging dares of darlings in the dark

i'm messed up...

this isn't an attack on anyone, it's just an observation... i can see the possibility of a profiled jerky Christian becoming a trend in some circles. Obviously not an out-and-out jerk, but ya know, the good guy that treats his girlfriend badly, but somehow people think that makes him hott stuff. people showing dominance over God, or just questioning to be "philosophical," a mockery of the lover of truth.

everybody likes "i'm a messed up Christian" rock
it makes you feel like you're not alone,
and you're not
but that doesn't make it okay.

it's not wrong to show your weakness
and please be honest about those scars
but if it becomes a trend to treat God badly in the name of honesty,

it's a lie and i'm out.
i'm gonna rat on you.
i'm a tattle-tale

things i'm thinkin' tonight

i have a part of a heart for you
i'm savin it up for whatever you want to do

but i know it just isn't your style
to come when i want it the most
i know i'm not in your file
of girls you would give your utmost

at least we had our time,
but that time wasn't enough
it will never shine again
we're left with only rust
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and he's still here
laughing into your adoring eyes
still here at 4 am
enjoying the hoped for surprise
that maybe he doesn't really love his girlfriend back home
maybe he really wants you to call his own

but it never comes.
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God and hospis. ?

there's something about the exhileration of being messy. i see it in a movie and it makes me feel like i would want to be there; not because it's all cool on a movie screen, but because i know what it feels like to live carelessly, messily. i'm sure i don't know that feeling entirely, because i've only been messy to my standards.
the difference is, now i know what that feels like a little later. i also know that i'm in love with a God who has treated me better than i ever imagined anyone could treat such a messed up person. He treasures me, even when i mess up. He always wants me back. "how could i treat this dear One so ill, when He is ever so nigh?" And how could i treat myself carelessly, when i am His vessel? i'm His. my body and my actions are His.

also, how can hospis ask you to call in a timely manner right after your grandma dies?

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seems like everyone's an addict these days
guess i can add myself to the list
there's so much i'm fighting right now
or am i fighting?

let's rearrange.
to fight and win-
you put your whole self into the struggle.
when you do that,
is it really a struggle anymore?
or does your opponent just
give up??

Crispy Clean

Stay clean
Originally uploaded by Midnight-digital

so clean, so clean
crispy, crispy clean
we all bask in her innocent eyes
and wonder how long it wil be
til they become harsh like mine

so clean, so clean
crispy, crunchy clean
but i want something real
something that looks more like me
someone who knows how to feel

being clean is one thing
knowing is another
you can always go back to purity
but you can't get back your mother

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open up your eyes
by closing them
tell yourself lies
to find out they're not true
it's what we do
show yourself approved


hope that made some kind of sense