sink under.
There could be fog
Or maybe just a mist
And inexplicably I'll fade to white
Vanish, and be gone
Or it could be night
And I'll be darkly dressed,
Evading easy definition
And as your eye's distracted
By a falling leaf
I'll merge with restless shadows
And be gone
Then you will discover
What emptiness is
A space so hollow
Even its own walls are swallowed up
A quality of missing
So intense
A lack, a lack
Each hour more bottomless than the last
Until your heart cries out,
A howl of forfeiture
But it will be nothing
Ashen silence where I used to sing
And deafness
The howl must strike the right resonant frequency
A wail that echoes all to the ends of time
To fill the gaping void in whole, looping wavelengths
From the well of your soul, such loneliness
To make Siberian wolves hang heads for shame
In their convivial packs
Then, only then
Might you detect my footprints, indistinct
Marking the morning dew fall
Perhaps glimpse a puff of breath
in the cold, dawn air
You must utter
A howl so desolate, it
Jerks you from your sleep
To find me warm beside you on your pillow
And you will know how
Close you were to the brink
Of the abyss
And know what missing is
And hold me.
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the livin one.
JEWW.
taurus.
ball thru the hoop is my game
OUTDOORS and clubs.
APPLOGIST
EMOTIONS.
talking, laughing, loving, breathing,
fighting, fcuking, crying, drinking,
writing, winning, losing, cheating,
kissing, thinking, dreaming.
LIST
suspenders
overolls
convrse bball shoes
timberland baggg
braunbuffel wallet
adidas sbs
adidas jacket
ipod video
MACbook pro
limegreen G-shock watch
adidas cap
DUN HAVE MY SIZE! ):
havanas sandles
E.A / adidas shades
black blazer with white strips
clothes pls :)
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick.
Suddenly, my daughter, Aspen, spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. "Dad, I'mthinking of something."This announcement usually meant she had been pondering somefact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear."What are you thinking?" I asked. "The rain!" she began, "is like sin, and the windshieldwipers are like God wiping our sins away." After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. "That's really good, Aspen." Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl takethis revelation? So I asked... "Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?"
Aspen didn't hesitate one moment with her answer:
"We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us.""I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.
In order to see the Rainbow, you must first endure some Rain.If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
*ive been spoken to..
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