May our thoughts,
Our rhymes,
Every stroke,
Every line,
Our purpose,
Our prose,
Each concept,
That unfolds,
Every pixel,
Every click,
A tablet tap,
Or pencil flick,
Every dream,
Placed on paper,
Be a flavor,
For the Saviour.
Let every color,
Every key,
Every reason,
Let it be,
For Your pleasure,
For Your show,
A favored cadence,
From below,
May all the brushes,
All the notes,
Catch every inspiration as it floats---
Hands that make,
Projects a beat.
God look down.
They're at Your feet.
What sayest thou, oh downtrodden soul,
Is thy intent to heave me to the very core of the earth?
To the very depths of existence,
Below all,
Below everything.
Why doth thou, oh my soul,
Speak of only the promise of death,
For the death that looms before me,
Is slow, timely.
Alas, oh bittersweet moment,
When I receive my rest from the seemingly infinite torture,
When even you, my soul,
Dear soul,
Leaves me, with nothing,
Not even breath.
Slowly lulling, its the bass,
Coming through,
Sound good?
Hittin you, like a hum,
Bangin on your ear drum,
Harmony, melody,
With your heart beat,
Sends rhythm to your feet,
One drop o honey,
Too sweet,
Make alive,
In your eyes,
Can you run the vibe?
Feel it in your spine,
A chill creepin up,
So slow,
Master flow,
Until it comes to a close,
Where it goes,
No one knows,
Takes the wiggle from your toes,
End of flow,
Yo.
I Panic, why panic, don't panic, don't doubt,
The friction, No friction, Go friction, come out.
He's jumping, she's jumping, they're jumping so high,
Keep jumping, sweet jumping, 'til morning is nigh.
Free dancing, nice dancing, fun dancing, oh joy,
Stop dancing, you really don't dance well my boy.
I'm stopping, just stopping, can't write anymore,
I'm thanking you, thank you, now go kiss the floor.
I'm Not Telling...Or Am I? by guitargeekette, literature
Literature
I'm Not Telling...Or Am I?
I know something someone thinks they know,
Something someone wants to know,
Nothing no one needs to know, but,
One thing one would die to know,
Everything everyone has to know,
I know that you know,
That I know that you want to know,
But I won't let you know,
That you know,
Even though you don't know,
That you know,
What I know,
But won't let you know.
Confused?
I know.
As I waltz,
I waltz alone,
The Violin leads me,
It has one string,
It knows but one song,
The song has three notes.
A piano plays too,
It has three keys,
Two white and one black,
It knows only a song,
The song has three notes.
The man with the violin,
Wears a black tattered coat,
It has three buttons,
The lady plays the piano,
She wears a jacket,
It has three holes,
They let in a draft,
And she stops playing.
The violin leads me,
No one else will,
So I waltz alone,
To that lone song,
It has three notes.
Why doth thou, oh dominion,
Have contempt for me,
And hath resented me in thine heart,
And hath loathed me,
I only desire comradery with thee,
A taste of victory that is thy name.
But thou seest me from afar,
And hath walketh afar off.
Why doth thou, oh dominion,
Hate me with the hate of death,
For I only wish to inhabit thy pavilion,
And partake of thy being,
To fellowship at thy table,
But alas, oh dominion...thy presence eludes.
May our thoughts,
Our rhymes,
Every stroke,
Every line,
Our purpose,
Our prose,
Each concept,
That unfolds,
Every pixel,
Every click,
A tablet tap,
Or pencil flick,
Every dream,
Placed on paper,
Be a flavor,
For the Saviour.
Let every color,
Every key,
Every reason,
Let it be,
For Your pleasure,
For Your show,
A favored cadence,
From below,
May all the brushes,
All the notes,
Catch every inspiration as it floats---
Hands that make,
Projects a beat.
God look down.
They're at Your feet.
Current Residence: Kingston Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Christian Rock Favourite photographer: Helmut Operating System: Wish I had Leopard... MP3 player of choice: iPOD Touch Shell of choice: MAC!!! Favourite cartoon character: Rock Lee and L and new addition...Sokka Personal Quote: Indeed.
Favourite Visual Artist
Vincent van Gogh
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
DC Talk, Kirk Franklin, Jars of Clay, Anberlin, Sanctus Real, Hillsong London etc, etc...
Favourite Writers
I love Shakespare, Robert Frost, Olive Senior...
Tools of the Trade
Plain Old Paper and Pen (Pencil), Photoshop, guitar,mp3...
Wow. So it's been a while since I updated this thing...essentially, I'm in my final. semester. at. UTech.
I'm actually seriously thinking about working now. Working like mad on my final Major Project. Being slapped by rapidly approaching adult type stuff. I'm not even sure how I'm dealing with it, I'm kinda just doing what I need to do and drowning out the rest in chords and Asian music LOL.
This semester is already super busy, not to mention me NOT leaving out my singing stuff so I have the usual plethora of performances in addition to the projects. But, I have to do it, because it has to be done.
The phrase "one day at a time" has never
I haven't updated this in forever...but well summary is that I finished 3rd year, didn't do too shabby at all....spent a glorious (yet complicated) summer with my folks at "home" and now I have about a week and some days before I have to once again, pack up and head back to smog-filled Kingston for- can you believe it, FINAL YEAR /has huge cloud over head
Scary, but cool I guess. God has been, is and always will be good. 26 letters is all I have to make Him know what I think about Him (ripped off from one of my fave songs). Such a shame I can't be as good back to Him >.<
Well, I know a lot of things will happen, I'll get mad and flustered a