Heart's Warring

I've never been down this road so far,
and the further that I go
things seem to become more dark
and the less I seem to know.

Is there no relief in grief?
Does it know no end?
Attached to ones ankle,
like a clingy unmerited friend.

Where's the tunnel with the light?
The one we used to know.
Did it ever really exist?
Or was it just for show?

Would we even dream of such tunnels
without these tragedies?
My faith bodes a master plan.
But that doesn't make the disaster end.

Some say praise without the polish
as if life were just mall's of rag dolls.
Where are your arm bands, friends?
Where are your buckets of tears?

A good God doesn't eradicate suffering
He just shows us how to quit bluffing.
I'm sick of Resurrection Christians
Whose history's wash away like dirty dishes.

Mourn with the morning
and end without warning
for the fallen deserve a story
that's worth our hearts warring.

I've never been down this road so far,
and the further that I go
things seem to become more dark
and the less I seem to know.

Where are your arm bands, friends?
Where are your buckets of tears?

Mourn with the morning
and end without warning
for the fallen deserve a story
that's worth our hearts warring.

Mourn with the morning
and end without warning
for the fallen deserve a story
that's worth our hearts warring.
that's worth our hearts warring.

Resting smiley face

"When no one is looking and you're not trying, what shows on your face?
We have a default setting, an arrangement of muscles that gives our mouth and eyes a look. Some have, as a friend of mine says, "resting bitchy face." People rely so much on reading faces that even though you might not intend it, people are making an assumption about your mood and your approachability.
Interesting question: What's the 'resting face' of your brand, your business, your website? In the ordinary course of business, when no one is really focused on trying, what do your emails, signage and word choices telegraph about you?
Over time, many businesses devolve into an efficient yet foreboding default. It takes effort to move uphill, to put a smile into your voice and your typical interactions.
What could be worth more effort than that, though?"

-Stolen from Seth Godin's blog

Too true

"After all is said and done, more is said than done." --Aesop, Greek story teller

Rest in Peace, David

My heart is so shattered for you, old friend.
You were the greatest friend a kid could ask for.
You always made us laugh.
You always challenged us.
You were always a little braver,
and more courageous.
Even when to a fault.
I don't know if you ever knew fear,
while most of us had him on speed dial.
You were a Daredevil in your own right.
You had this lightness to you, but extreme passion as well.
The unique ingredients that made you so damn remarkable.
You always had adventure ingrained in your heart, Smiley.

Thank you for showing me how to live.
Thank you for changing my life for the better, in ways I will surely never forget.
Our endless memories and adventures will always be a part of who I am, old friend.
I will never not mourn for you, brother.
I love you, David.
Rest in Peace.

sweet apprehensions

Sweet notes
that make my heart choke
nearly every break of day.

My sweetie
is so sweet
if she were candy
she'd rot my teeth.

I'm just thinking
of things
that think themselves
to me.

I'm not trying
to make an art
I only like writing
that doesn't require of me a conscious start.

Along those lines
of these natural extensions
I reflect on last nights
apprehensions.

How should you feel
when you watch fake afflictions
knowing they were real
for someone, at some point?

Movies make me cry
but they're still just movies.
I love them and leave them
B/C they're their story
and so I halfway resent them.

I always see myself
but secretly not enough.

As if the grass could ever
be
or not be
green enough.