On a Wednesday

So we sit
What are we doing today?
Adventure is out there!
But do we dare?
Of course.
First things first,
A fort.
Strong and impenetrable
We're ready for any foe
Or any friend
Who wants to be a pirate
An outlaw
Or a ninja with us
So we sit
After all the scheming,
The planning of daring deeds
Inside the fort
Playing a board game
Maybe a little bored ourselves
But together
And it's a best day.

On channeling channeling channeling

It's been awhile since I've written
The words usually sound a lot better in my head
But maybe I'll write these thoughts down
And give them to you on your birthday
I want to sound artsy
I'll be emotional and misunderstood
But also chill and laid back depending on my audience
I want to be read easily but also mysterious
A pocket full of contradictions
Now didn't that sound cool?
I'll write about how it's easier to find a silver lining
When you look at the sun that's shining
About choirs singing and church bells ringing
Because these are the kinds of rhymes we like to make
I'll make an allusion to "The Little Match Girl" or some magic beans
So you'll know that I'm well read
Fall in love with me through my pen
But keep your distance
How's that for drama?
I write to say nothing and everything about the inklings of my heart
I want to reveal exactly where the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked can be found
Make known that I am in possession of great and powerful, but oh so secret knowledge
Now this is just getting silly
If I reference events from my history book, the wonder of nature, and anecdotes from my everyday life
You'll love what I write and want to share it with your friends
Then everyone will know exactly how complex and how simple I am
I'll let the AP English class readers decide my mood for me
That takes some of the pressure off
Heart to head
Head to pen
Pen to page
How we pretended the lids of Koolaid Jammers were our retainers
Or named all the stuffed animals then threw them down the stairs
How you called me whenever there was a bright and lovely moon
And I would run outside and sit on top of the car to see
How you stayed at my house way too late because we sat at the dining room table baring our souls
How we traveled abroad in our pirate ship, landing safely on land
Only to have to jump over patches of lava and hide from bearded men
How we clumsily tried to waltz on the roof at night hoping the people driving by thought we were crazy
A flash of poetic memories and what do you think of me now?
I want you to put down my writing
And walk away happily mystified
Like when a summer butterfly whizzes past your cheek
And all you see
Is a beautiful streak of color

On quote me

Regardless of whether you use one or two, I feel that using stones to kill birds is both
1) inhumane and 2) ineffective (you would have to have incredible aim)

Just sayin'

On stuff makes me mad and then it makes me think

As we grow older, do we become more moral, or just better at justifying ourselves?

On Yes.

Sitting on the hard bleachers
The children are so sweet as they sing
Songs about spring time
Happy child songs
Walking in quietly
Is the teenage girl
Late
In her sweatpants
She finds her mother
The mother looks up
Genuinely gladdened by the appearance of her daughter
Reaches across the seat
Embrace
She points out
The younger sibling
The teenager
Waving and smiling
A family
Sharing and enjoying
And my eyes begin to well
One of the more beautiful things
I've witnessed in awhile

On hearing thoughts

--You are all sons of light and sons of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness. So then, let us not be like others, who are asleep, but let us be alert and self-controlled. For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk, get drunk at night. But since we belong to the day, let us be self-controlled, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet. For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.--

1 Thessalonians 5:5-11

"Don't waste your consciousness"

On I wonder wonder wonder wonder

I want to poll every "Christian" in the I don't know where--a lot of people. I want to ask them what they think faith is, who they think Jesus is, what they think having a relationship with Christ means, and what they feel that they are doing that makes them a Christian. Now, that probably sounded really cynical, but it's not meant that way. Truly, I just want to find out what the general consensus is. I want to know how many people think like I think and how many don't. This crazy wondering has come from months of being continually frustrated with "not being on the same page" as many Christians I'm encountering. Where is the disconnect between me and so many of those who have been brought up exactly the same way as me? It's utterly confounding sometimes. I make assumptions about what people believe and what people are really doing with what they believe--then all of a sudden, guess what! my assumptions are proven totally wrong and zing! I take it personally and feel lied to. The madness must end. I cannot blame others for not being the people I believe they are if I don't take the time to dig deep and get to know who they are and exactly exactly what they believe. I need to take my poll and find my answers before I wake up one morning and have relate-ability issues with the whole entire world.
So my first big question that I believe all Christians need to be upfront with each other about: Is your faith your identity or your activity? I think that there may lie part of the big disconnect.