Naked As We Came

The Ordinary Radicals

2009-04-22T20:50:24Z

Supple

2009-04-22T20:08:32Z

You tell of how
Poets fiddle with trees
Making perfunctory
Lines swelling with mystery

You've become so
Like calligraphy on
Pages read for naught
Else but finding pleasure
In the penmanship of mystics

And I wonder how you
Can move a heart that has
Nothing to carry its own weight
Other than the warmth
That emanates from breathing
Beating out a life
That's quite as punch-drunk
As an artist on a summer lawn
Inquiring of their hands how
They can function
With such ease on parchment

Now breathing has become a part of you
Behind these little muses
In the stanzas I am writing
Comes a fountain swelling
With your inspiration

And sometimes I don't even
Want to believe it

As silly as it sounds

Doodle doodle doodle

2007-09-12T21:31:17Z

I had fun in class today

I Need Hope

2007-09-04T06:35:16Z

Crying out to God

Has become a regular discipline for me

"Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter,
you will restore my life again;
from the depths of the earth
you will again bring me up."

-Psalm 71:20-

This hurts

so

much

"I'll ring Your doorbell
Until You let me in...
And I can no longer tell
Where 'You' end and 'I' begin.

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine,
We've been alone a long time.
Grape on the vine... why not be crushed to make wine?

Pay no attention to me
Dancing with my girl...
We have every intention to be failures in this world.

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine,
We've been alone a long time.
Grape on the vine... why not be crushed to make wine?

Six of my closest friends
Will dig up the ground...
All my accomplishments
Gently lowered down.

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine,
We've been alone a long time.
Grape on the vine... all is the same to the souls of those so much resigned.
Grape on the vine, grape on the vine,
We've been alone a long time.
Grape on the vine, grape on the vine...

The Son of the widow
You raised from the dead...
Where did His soul go
When He died again?"

-mewithoutYou-

Weeeeeeeee

2007-08-31T06:01:53Z

I just went dancing through the sprinklers with a bunch of girls.

I had fun. More fun than I've had in a long time.

And don't be perverted, nothing like that went on.

Carpenter

2007-08-18T04:12:00Z

A quiet storm upon the lips of warriors
Are the prayers of dying children
Set a lanyard about my soul
The labor is not yet over with
Morning holds the sun unwaivering
Yet I keep falling from the Worker's hand

The stone that I've been given
Has become the bread You bled for
Each passing day brings new expressions
In ways I've never thought possible before

Just call it serendipity
My mind has been more than lackadaisical
These earthly cares have me by the throat
I wish it could all be just a bit more magical

I am the rosewood fretboard
On a hand crafted guitar
Your fingers press onto my skin
My notes sing loud, and travel far

How I could sing a thousand songs
Oh how it burns to hold it in
But I've become sterile with woe
Mend my strings, make me whole again

In brokenness, I find it difficult to find
Which plane of existence I should set my feet upon
I feel torn, and glued back together

The Underground

2007-07-02T20:11:50Z

Matthew 18:1-14

2007-07-02T19:23:58Z

At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?"

He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

"And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.

"Woe to the world because of the things that cause people to sin! Such things must come, but woe to the man through whom they come! If your hand or your foot causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life maimed or crippled than to have two hands or two feet and be thrown into eternal fire. And if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.

"See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.

"What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.

The Wind Amongst the Trees

2007-07-02T18:57:13Z

Walking barefoot on a sheet of glass
Blindfolded with my head in the clouds
Coaxed into a field of frozen dreams
My feet are cold, forgive me

I want to feel movement in my soul
But the trees won't sway where wind doesn't blow
I need a new bag of fresh seeds to sew
But the trees won't sway where wind doesn't blow

An idea is, in itself, naturally in a high place
But I'm cursed by gravity

But I reach out my hand
To what my blinded eyes can't see
You take hold quite gracefully and lead me
I'm never sure where too
But it won't ever bother me
As long as I know that it's You

Somehow
When your hand wraps around mine
All fear and doubt is let down
And peace begins to plant new trees
In the soil of a fertile heart

I want to feel movement in my soul
The trees are swaying, even though the wind won't blow
Give me a sack of fresh seeds to sew
The trees are swaying, even though the wind won't blow

The Rain

2007-07-02T18:56:22Z

I had a revelation
A passion dream of raindrops
Falling on cracked and bloodied skin
A storm, they call it cleansing

It falls hard, and is heard loud on a roof of tin
Soothing to the sleeper beneath
Like a wet symphony

I love it when it rains

It makes me think of God
How he falls into us all
It tidal waves into my thoughts

I've learned to appreciate it

I've become the window that it beats upon
And water through which radiant rainbows are drawn

It makes me think of God

Guitars for Sale

2007-05-11T02:46:15Z

Deluxe Fender Squire Standard Series Fat Stratocaster

Looks pretty much like this except:

Mahogany body
Maple neck
Rosewood fretboard
Satin Finish
No Pickguard
Natural wood color
Duncan Design pickups

Other than that, basically the one you see here

Just a few scratches on the back, but sounds great

I've also lowered the action just a bit

I want $200

Takamine G Series

Looks like the one in the picture

Flame Maple

Abalone inlays

Built in audio controls, tuner and equalizer

Sounds great

Practically brand new

Just a few scratches on the pick guard

I want $550 for it

Any takers?

Comes with a free hard shell case

eamon_danzig @ 2007-04-24T22:12:00

2007-04-25T03:13:06Z

So yeah, I've been reading up on Judaism and stuff. A question that seems to keep poking it's head out is what will be the fate of the jews?

I was reading in Romans chapter 2 where it talks about the Jews and the Law. It says that the Jews are under sin, just like the gentiles. It also says that there is a great advantage in being a Jew in that they've been entrusted with the very Word of God. It also reads that a Jew is not a Jew by circumcision, but by circumcision of the heart, by the spirit.

I don't know

The Jews obviously love God, very much and seek relation with Him. Something makes me believe that somehow I think that the Jews are going to get a second chance, and that will be brought to salvation before the end. But then I think most of the world will be saved before the end. I don't think they're just going to go to hell. Just look at all of the persecution they've endured over so many years. Obviously, Satan wants those people dead.

Romans goes on to say that the Jews are no less under sin than we are though. I don't know, you might want to read it yourself.

Anyway, tell me what you think. I'm looking for some input.

Inquiries and Answers

2007-04-24T03:22:04Z

It's so simple to sink
Sink into the lines of worry
That sketch themselves across my brow

It's so easy to think
Take the cup and drink
Of the woes of tomorrow

Where was God when the children died?
Crying out for mercy, for someone to be on their side
Where were you Jesus, when the people cried for plenty
But they got nothing, and their tables stayed empty?

I read a book that wrapped words
Like presents in my head
Poetry of truth, a Bible in my hand

Stretching out the words to fit in my mind
Yet still wondering why there was still suffering from human kind

Where were you God, when we bombed the innocent?
Proclaiming peace when war was imminent
Where were you Jesus, when we called out in desperation?
Where you there all along?...

You were there all along

So simple
Forgetting that the very breath I breathe
Was given to me

But where were we
When you hung upon a cross and died for us?
Making up excuses, and stirring up a fuss
Where were we, when they placed a crown of thorns upon your head?
Demoralized, lauging at you with the scoffers around us

And where were we, when you told us to LOVE those who are suffering?
Writing out the score of greed, a new song to sing

And where were we, when you told us to take up our cross?
Sitting on the couch, and wondering why you left us

When You were there all along...

You were there all along

Such a presence You have placed upon our living souls
That You should show us grace, and mercy as pure as gold
A comfort for when the winds grow weary of blowing in our direction
Forgive me for my misconception

"And in the desert. There you saw ho the Lord your God carried you as a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place."
-Deuteronomy 1:31-

Not Unlike the Waves

2007-04-22T04:08:32Z

I've been pretty sad a lot lately

But I'm not quite sure why

I'm just sort of holding on to God with everything

It's harder than it sounds

War Sucks

2007-04-10T00:01:34Z

Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

I've learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.

That's My King!

2007-04-08T21:44:30Z

Some of My Favorite Verses

2007-03-24T19:52:51Z

These are just a few of my favorite verses. To me, these are the most beautiful. I hope you like them too.
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Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited.

Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay,"says the Lord. On the contrary:
   "If your enemy is hungry, feed him;
      if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.
   In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head. "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."

(Romans 12:9-21)

A voice says, "Cry out."
       And I said, "What shall I cry?"
       "All men are like grass,
       and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,
because the breath of the LORD blows on them.
Surely the people are grass.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God stands forever."

(Isaiah 40:6-8)

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

(1 Corinthians 13)

Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. They encircled the throne and the living creatures and the elders. In a loud voice they sang:
   "Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,
   to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength
   and honor and glory and praise!"

Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, singing:
   "To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb
   be praise and honor and glory and power,
         for ever and ever!" The four living creatures said, "Amen," and the elders fell down and worshiped.

(Revelation 5:11-14)

He will judge between the nations
       and will settle disputes for many peoples.
       They will beat their swords into plowshares
       and their spears into pruning hooks.
       Nation will not take up sword against nation,
       nor will they train for war anymore.

(Isaiah 2:4)

If you, O LORD, kept a record of sins,
       O Lord, who could stand?

But with you there is forgiveness;
therefore you are feared.

I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,
and in his word I put my hope.

My soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.

O Israel, put your hope in the LORD,
for with the LORD is unfailing love
and with him is full redemption.

(Psalm 130: 2-7)

Then I said to you, "Do not be terrified; do not be afraid of them. The LORD your God, who is going before you, will fight for you, as he did for you in Egypt, before your very eyes, and in the desert. There you saw how the LORD your God carried you, as a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place."

(Deuteronomy 1:29-31)

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

(Matthew 11:28-30)

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written:
"I will destroy the wisdom of the wise;
the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate."

Where is the wise man? Where is the scholar? Where is the philosopher of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not know him, God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe. Jews demand miraculous signs and Greeks look for wisdom, but we preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those whom God has called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. For the foolishness of God is wiser than man's wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man's strength.

Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him. It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: "Let him who boasts boast in the Lord."

(1 Corinthians 1:18-31)

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I do not set aside the grace of God, for if righteousness could be gained through the law, Christ died for nothing!"

(Galatians 2:20)

Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

(Phillipians 4:5-7)

Rainy Mardi Gras

2007-03-14T05:31:40Z

Flashes ate the sky

Sitting on the front porch

Late last night

All alone and feeling undisturbed

I bent my fingers into snakes

And many other shapes as well

To make silhouettes and animals bend

Portrayed against the lightning swell

God is my Father

And I make him masks

Held up to the sky

Shaped like hands

I think he chuckles at me when I do

Sometimes, I make funny faces at him too

I have become acquainted with the moon

Some days I think its God giving me a thumb’s up

His fingernails grow long and short sporadically

Other times I think it’s his eye

Either way, I know he’s here somehow

In a thunderstorm late at night

Making faces through the flashing light

And hand-masks held up high

Call me crazy

But I can see Him smile

Rammstein

2007-03-13T05:24:11Z

Beatles perform "Raining Blood"

2007-03-10T06:16:09Z



"Beatles perform "Raining Blood"" on Google Video
The Beatles are metal

The Lady of Shallot

2007-03-01T03:20:26Z

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

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P.S. I didn't write this

It's ancient

Weee!

2007-03-01T01:10:37Z

So yeah

I have a new found love for Celtic music

Rain - Rob Bell

2007-02-28T12:54:33Z

And You and the Weather

2007-02-27T05:04:48Z

She won't stay out of my mind
Those eyes that cascade into an endless night sky

When she speaks her words sing an angelic melody
And her disposition is that of lucid poetry

I always fall for the ones who are predisposed
Love gone somewhere else
I wish I was in different clothes

Da Vinci had nothing on the way that she moves
A painting so surreal, and yet so close to truth
Oh, the humanity! How her haunting face soothes
My weary soul

Oh God! She won't let my thoughts go
Her hands cup around my ear
She sings me songs sweet and slow

How I wish I were the pale on your skin
How lucky that would have been

And you and the weather
As fair as the sun
Take turns casting light
Upon the man I've become

And you and the children
Have thoughts like each other
As pure as a dove
Like a serregate mother

I always fall for the ones predisposed

Leeland - The Sound of Melodies

2007-02-27T01:11:34Z