Fancy Writing

Hallelujah

2006-09-30T17:06:00.000-04:00

i haven't had a lot of time to write or do very much of anything interesting but to keep my faithful readers happy i thought i would give you a little something. The song Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley is an amazing beautiful song, please enjoy.

I heard there was a secret chord
That david played and it pleased the lord
But you dont really care for music, do you
Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah...

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Hallelujah...

Baby Ive been here before
Ive seen this room and Ive walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
Ive seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
Its a cold and its a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah...

Well there was a time when you let me know
Whats really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Well, maybe theres a God above
But all Ive ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
Its not a cry that you hear at night
Its not somebody whos seen the light
Its a cold and its a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah...

untitled

2006-09-10T13:50:00.000-04:00

The decisions and actions we take all
seem to follow and fufill only one small desire.
The consequences fall like rains of gas
onto this growing and building fire.
This has easily burned through our dry and torn up paper,
once containing our thought out explanations.
But the words were not enscribed in stone,
So now we are forced to lose all andticipation.

Everyone Ponders This

2006-05-22T15:10:00.000-04:00

Bloody or Clean,
Painful or with absence of,
Long awaited or sudden,
Touching many or few,
Each will be decided in the counting moments.

These are the moments when you begin to realize everything,
You begin to rethink the years of decisions,
Wondering if it was all worth it,
In this last moment do you have anything to be proud of?
Did you really do anything worth mention?

Are you just the same as everyone?
You greatest gift about to end,
And after all you’ve been given,
Can you say you gave the world anything?
I want to say I gave everything.

Imagine This

2006-04-24T20:22:00.000-04:00

The man’s house has one wall and a roof,
Composed of cold, hard grayness, dirtied from the years,
Decorated only with the identities of society’s outcasts.

The man moves now, sleeps in the once fantasy of the past,
The seats where families rode in anticipation to get away,
He lies there just thankful to get through one more day.

Then in time he moves again, this time back to the simplest place,
When he sleeps now he is held by the very first creation,
And in the morning he is awaken by the one true clock.

This is the man, who we drive by and give dirty looks,
The one who me make out to be so bad, just because he cant read,
Or is it because of you, your life and never having to cook?

Well I can give you one simple answer indeed,
This man could ask you for one single simple need,
But you wouldn’t even see him; your eyes are so focused on greed.

Look at You, Big Fire Truck Riding Man

2006-03-24T17:48:00.000-05:00

Words could never explain how much you mean to me,
You’re ready to help me with whatever it may be,
Always loving and knowing when to be there,
No matter how tough it gets, you’ll always care.

More and more I see it everyday,
The wisdom you share changes me in so many different ways,
The friendship we build is growing so much stronger,
The fellowship we have will continue to grow for much longer.

The world we live in is not easily understood,
A world where its so hard to always do as you should,
Sometimes forgetting the places we’ve already been,
But together, someday, we will become real men.

i love you ryan

What do You Want?

2006-03-18T14:21:00.000-05:00

What do you want?

I want to live it all for the gold
No, not for how much its worth,
But for how bright it shines in the glare of their eye.

I want to jump through all the hoops for god,
Not to be at the other side after,
But to show them that I can.

I want to get in front of thousands and praise your name,
Not to give some one for you people to follow,
But to do what you would have done.

I want to call up my brothers, go to my meetings,
Not to truly build those relationships,
But for them to think that I do.

But really that is what they want to do,
Surely I am the same as all of them,
But only if they desired what I do.

Let’s end the intellectual stimulation,
And forget the “do what I can to get by” mindset,
Lets be brothers and loves,
And take his love so much farther,
We don’t really want to end it like this.

THE LITTLE SHELL THEY KEEP OVER THEMSELVES

2006-03-04T18:31:00.000-05:00

I am glad to present my first short story (hopefully you will see more). I have to warn anyone reading this that there is some vulgar language, not because i like swearing but it is a part of writing. It shows what/how the character is feeling and it makes the dialouge more realistic, i dont want to give away too much but i have to say my english teacher LOVED it and he hasnt said too much about my other writing so far this year, so enjoy.

THE LITTLE SHELL THEY KEEP OVER THEMSELVES
By: Kevin Dygart

An alarm has got to be one of the worst sounds ever. Not only is it annoying as hell, but to me it just reminds me that I have to live another day of this shitty thing they call life that feels like hell to me, oh how I wish it would just end, I guess I don’t dislike it enough to end it myself but the way I am treated by them just makes me wish they would all just go away be assholes to each other but leave me alone, maybe give me some time to get better, or just change or something because the way they’re living now ain’t good for their health; they’re messing me up, and I can’t think that what’s happening to me is not happening to other people, it just hurts I mean-
“Jason get your lazy ass out of bed; don’t make me get your dad!”
“Do you hear her Bruno?” I like to talk to my dog. “She calls me lazy, she’s the fat bitch who sits around drinking all day thinking I’m her fuckin’ slave or something, I give a shit what she thinks or wants.”
“Jason if you’re late for school your life’s not gonna be very fun while you’re living here.”
“Yeah mom, I got it.” I yelled back. Does she really think that she can make my life that much worse; she’s just like the rest of them. I grabbed my bag and made my way downstairs, of course when I got down there she just started nagging me again.
“Jason, I’m sick of having to yell at you every morning, you’re-
“-Mom”, I jumped in, “I get up every morning, you’re just always too drunk to hear my alarm”
“How dare you call me dru… dru…”, her voice lowered and trailed off as she proceeded to puke all over the kitchen table.
“Oh yea, you’re not drunk you’re just still hung over from 3 nights ago, sorry, I forgot.” I said sarcastically. “I hope you’re still with it enough to clean this mess up.” I turned and walked out. “I can’t believe she still tries to convince me that she’s not drunk, he and my dad are probably the two of the biggest drunkards I’ve ever known.” I said to myself as I walked out to my car.
When I got to school I did my normal thing, walked quickly to 1st hour not talking to any of them, who ever would? I sat in class before the bell rang and wondered how and why they talk to each other, don’t they know that after school they all go and gossip about each other, even if they think they’re friends, I know how everything works; I used to be part of the “popular” crowd I guess you could say, I used to think I had friends, friends that you could trust, friends that wouldn’t go behind you’re back and have sex with your girlfriend, then again that is all what I thought until that day when my so called girlfriend came up to me and said, well, don’t think we can be friends anymore, you didn’t really satisfy me so I went and had sex with Rick (who I thought was my best friend, but then again that’s what I thought).
At that time I basically wanted to go and kill both of them bastards, and frankly I don’t know why I didn’t, I just decided from that day on I would never again associate with any of them. That night I burned all my clothes, all my Abercrombie, Hollister bull shit and have since worn black jeans and my Black Label Society t-shirt everyday along with shaving my head and swearing to never cut it again to show them that I’m different and I will never do anything that they do. I’ll never smoke, drink, party or do any of that shit again because that’s what they do, and I’ll never be like them fuckin’ assholes again. In doing this I’ve been given a nick name, Black Jason, which is fine with me because it just separates me even more from them.
As I sit here in first hour they make their way in, people who at one point in my life I would have said hey to, but now I ignore them and they do the same to me. Some days they just decide to pick on me, for whatever reason I don’t really give a shit, sometimes I’ll talk back, sometimes I’ll ignore them.
“Hey Black Jason.”
“What?”
“You stink, oh yeah, that’s right, it’s cause you don’t change ur clothes.”
“Well, I’d rather not change my clothes than not change my life and continue to be a complete asshole like some people I know.” I’ll usually get my one good comeback in then ignore them.
I basically go throughout the day without saying a word, just trying to get from class to class without having to run into people who want to have “pick on Jason parties”. Today was no different, I made my way through the morning, some of them teased me but nothing special. I made it all the way to 5th hour; History.
History is the highlight of my day, highlight of my life; maybe the only reason I haven’t killed myself. I sat down just before the bell rang. Mr. Smythe wasted no time before he asked us to bring our assignments to the front. When I made my way up he asked me to stay after class for a minute, I said ok. He then proceeded through the day’s lesson until the bell rang. Most of them rushed out except for me and a few other students who tried to tell the old dog ate my assignment story. After they left it was just me and him. Usually if a teacher asked me to stay after I either wouldn’t or just stand there and act like I was listening, but with Mr. Smythe it was different. At the beginning of the year I looked at him the same as any other teacher with complete disrespect, not caring about anything they had to say because to me teachers are no different from any of them. But Mr. Smythe wasn’t any other teacher, he wasn’t any other one of them, he was different for sure.
After a few weeks of listening to Mr. Smythe talk about these things he had called “The Big Ones”; questions that he thought got us thinking about real issues in life. I realized he wasn’t like the rest of them. He actually cared about stuff, he didn’t seem to have this fake shell over him, the one most people have to hide the real them, they keep the shell so that everyone else can’t see their deep secrets, because it would ruin their “reputation”, well I could care less about them and their reputation, their reputation means nothing in the real world, the world Mr. Smythe and I live in, the world where its not about “popularity” or “reputations”, the world that where truth and righteousness prevail, the world that “the world” will never be like.
“Jason.” He said.
“Yeah?” I replied
“Remember when you asked me to write a letter of recommendation?”
“Yeah that was a pretty good joke huh?”
“I took it seriously.” He handed me the letter.
I began reading it, “Oh, I get it, you wrote the letter as a joke, you wrote here ‘One of the best students I’ve ever had’, that’s a good one.”
“I never said it was a joke.”
“You got me, no need to take the joke farther.”
“I’m not joking, I am ready to help you try and get accepted into college.”
“Mr. Smythe, the thought of college never has crossed my mind.”
“And I think that’s the problem”
“What’s the problem?”
“If the thought had crossed your mind you would have the problem of trying to get accepted, but right now you are just continuing the problem that our country is facing, none of the young people want to go to college. If you want to go to college I can get you there, don’t give my ‘Oh, I don’t have any money’, that’s not an issue, the real issue is what college do you want to go to.”
“Well obviously I haven’t thought too much about it, so-“
“-So what, come back to my room after school and we’ll have a good talk about it.”
“I’m sorry. I respect you more than anyone. I mean anyone. I just can’t trust anyone. This may be a joke. I don’t know. I just know betrayal. I’ve been betrayed. Lied to. I can’t trust anyone. I can’t trust them.
“I’m sorry to hear that, but-“
“-But nothing.” I walked out.
For the next 3 months he asked me everyday if I wanted to talk about college, I told him no everyday, I began to see him as one of them, thinking that he probably just wanted to send me to college so he could feel good about himself, feel he had accomplished something all for himself and the more I saw it this way the worse he made it every time he asked me, I just saw it as him trying to please himself by being able to say that he turned some weird goth kid into a college graduate, he even started walking up to me in the hallway to ask me, he was just trying too hard. I started to become very upset with the situation. I dwelled on the fact that he was selfish and lost more and more respect for him, until one day.
I got home from school and my mom handed me an envelope, return address; Michigan State University. I felt my stomach drop. No air left my lungs. Was this really what I thought it was? I ran up to my room. Closed the door. Plopped on my bed. Opened the envelope. Could it really be an acceptance letter, how? Had Mr. Smythe really gone the entire mile by sending in a college application for me? The letter read:
Dear Jason Hicks,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Michigan State University… blah blah blah, everyone only reads the first line anyway, but the first line is the most important. I can’t believe that Mr. Smythe did all that for me, for me? I can’t remember the last time that one of them has done something for me, but it doesn’t matter now, he has done all this for me and that is all that matters.
The next day I ran to Mr. Smythe’s classroom and gave him a hug, I mean a real hug. I can’t remember the last time I’ve hugged one of them, hugged anything besides Bruno. I felt like never letting go, I felt that if I let go I may lose my everything, this man has become everything to me, not because he was there every night when I cried myself asleep, not because he was there to stop my dad from coloring my face black and purple, not because he fed me when I was kicked out of my house, not because he did everything, because he didn’t, but because he was the only one of them who cared, caring obviously doesn’t mean doing everything, because Mr. Smythe didn’t, and no one can do everything, but doing everything to care is how he became my everything.

The Mighty River

2006-02-19T21:06:00.000-05:00

Our arrogance grows thick as does the fog,
We begin to think we may be lost in it forever,
But only because we move forward without help.

Our pride rises like a tower,
Giving us the thought that we can see much more,
But our sight is still confined within the clouds.

Our faith falters like the crashes of the earth,
We then run fast to recover, only to stumble again,
Slowly learning that only rock keeps us from falling.

Our minds fail just as anything else,
But unlike anything else, we cannot insure our minds,
Therefore we must build on the rock as much as possible.

Our lives continue on the same as a young river does,
Conforming to the terrain and being pushed every direction,
Unlike the mighty river which creates its own path.

Arrogance and pride,
Faith controlled by our minds,
All determine the lives we live,
Until we begin to live as the mighty river does.

Don't forget to check out my blog at xanga.com/kevdygart

Yours Truly

Kevin Thomas

Who picked this completely random day?

2006-02-13T21:05:00.000-05:00

keep in mind that this poem is sort of special, but also i made it so people can laugh at it too, so here it is.

We live in this period of time,
When we care so much about these stupid valentimes,
Wondering if they are his, hers, or mine?

We try so hard to give her all those big red stupid flowers,
But never thinking to show our love in great big showers,
Or if you’re trying to get a girl, just show her you super hero powers.

We guys spend all our money on all that great candy,
All on the special girl, maybe her names Mandy?
Doesn’t really matter, as long as the day is nice and dandy.

Maybe us guys will make you that special pink and purple card,
But not too big and fat like some piece of lard,
Haha, yea right, guys don’t make cards, who do you think we are, some big tard?

So girls hope y’all get that real nice man,
The one who won't pick you up in his 1988 van?
Who knows, maybe he’s a real nice dude, maybe his names Dan?

All I know is my girl would get the best,
Maybe I would just let her look at my big broad chest,
Or maybe we’d hang out like two birds in a nest.

On this day with the real nice February weather,
Just tell her that you love her,
And you’ll always be together.

dont forget to check out my real blog too, the one where i talk in a normal language, not just some fancy writing xanga.com/kevdygart

Yours truly

Kevin Thomas

Failing Senses

2006-02-07T15:03:00.000-05:00

Our emotions rise with the waves,
Moving the way we are pushed,
But never thinking to dive and look below.

Our hearts race with the roads,
Confined to the sharp or broad curves,
But never thinking to slow and change streets.

Our eyes chase the bright lightning flashes,
Losing our sense to hear the thunder,
And never thinking to run inside.

If we are distracted so easily,
And our true senses fail,
Then what are we to move forward with?

Yo Yo Yo

2006-02-06T18:18:00.000-05:00

Hello to everyone who reads this (the few two or three) i know i havent written anything in awhile, and i really want to but i've just been so busy. I have just recently found that i may have a real interest in writting short stories so be on the look out for those. thank you so much to those who visit my site and i hope to start wrtting soon!

K.T. Dygart

Those boring, lifeless talkers we call teachers

2006-01-17T17:17:00.000-05:00

For all the great teachers out there,
The ones whose desire is to teach,
Whose life is to teach,
Not to hear themselves speak.

They’ve gone to school for many years,
Studied their stuff,
Learned everything not for their knowledge,
But to teach the youth of our nation.

These teachers teach not for now,
But for you, and everyone,
To have the knowledge,
To pass those tests.

We may think we have the knowledge,
But now that paper’s on your desk,
Can you remember what you’ve learned,
Can you really handle it when it’s real?

Don’t feel bad if you fail, everyone does,
But now maybe you’ll listen,
To those teachers whose dream is for you to pass,
Pass each and every test.

God places tests in our life everyday,
Not to see us fail,
But to show us we need to be ready,
To learn from these great teachers.

God places these teachers in our life,
His very own sons,
To share their knowledge,
So someday we may pass our tests,
And in turn, become teachers ourselves.

shweet shtuff

2006-01-05T00:59:00.000-05:00

i just read some poems written by my friend amelia and i encourage you all to read them

My Brother

2006-01-02T15:06:00.000-05:00

My heart is filled with love for you,
A love that is never failing,
Love built from everything you do,
All because you answered God’s calling,
To be a great man in my life,
A man whose life is my example,
A man who stays strong through joy or strife,
Who, in times of dark, is my candle.
This fancy writing might say something,
But really it means nothing,
Because in reality,
To me you mean everything.

True Friends

2005-12-22T21:43:00.000-05:00

To have a friend like you,
Only comes once in a great few.
A friend with a smile as bright as the sun,
That compares to none,
And it will take my breath away,
For when I see it, everything else appears gray,
For I know this true friend,
Who cares not about the trends?
But the one above all,
The one we can always call,
And to know you know the same,
The reason why he came,
Makes our bond even tighter,
To defend against some lighter,
In this world of gas, which has replace our mass,
But we will stick together,
Never surrender,
But keep our bond strong,
Because I would regret to lose a friend as great as you.

To One Great Woman I Know

2005-12-22T21:38:00.000-05:00

To one of great women in this world,
One who holds tight to our Savior’s Word.
Someone with a heart so great,
It will burst though heavens gates.
You’re smile lights the air,
A heart that loves to care,
A heart as great as yours,
Will reach the sand of many shores,
A heart as warm as yours,
Will bring heat through many lost doors.
You have a soul that cares not about the gold,
But a warm heart that will keep everyone warm.
You have a heart that will reach the souls of others,
As if you saw them as your own true brothers,
And to be given a heart so great as this,
Was surely not God’s miss,
But a true gift,
That was given to lift,
The souls of so many,
Me, myself included.

Will it always be the Same?

2005-12-21T18:41:00.000-05:00

Not easily lost,
Nor easily found,
But easily hurt when not around.
A bond of good times,
Between these two minds,
So much time together,
So much time to play,
Until that day,
When they have nothing to say.

The friend is lost forever,
Bright smiles cease to be,
You’d say you’d do anything,
Just so they’ll be free,
But what about those times,
The times of play,
The time we used to say,
We’d be together forever,
And never see the low,
Until the day comes by,
And you see you never tried.

So I have to say good bye,
Until the day I do not know,
I truly wished I would have shown,
That friends can be all that matter.

This is For The Ones

2005-12-17T23:49:00.000-05:00

This is for the one, whose heart is calling,
Who right now, may be falling,
Who may feel empty, and is really wanting,
Who is lost, and may be struggling,
This is for that one.

This is for the one, who may have called,
Who at one time, has fallen,
Who felt empty, and has wanted,
Who was lost, and struggled,
This is for that one.

This is to the one, whose heart is calling,
Who may feel they’re falling,
Who can feel empty, and wanting,
May not feel lost, but always struggling,
This is to the one.

This is to the one, who can answer the calling,
Who can catch them falling,
Who can give them the real things they’re wanting,
Who knows how to work through the struggling,
This needs to get to that one.

You will understand this when you need to do what it says.

2005-12-15T17:54:00.000-05:00

please post on this thing cause on my last one no one did and i really would love some feedback, so tell your friends.

Dear B.W.

2005-12-15T17:48:00.000-05:00

DEAR B.W.

I WILL ALWAYS HOLD A PICTURE OF YOU,
A MENTAL PICTURE OF YOUR BIGHTEST SMILE.
THIS PICTURE WILL BRING MANY SMILES TO MY FACE,
SMILES THAT TELL ME THAT YOU CAN BE HAPPY,
AND THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO ALWAYS SEE PAIN.
I PRAY FOREVER THAT YOU MAY LIVE FREE,
FREE FROM SATANS EVIL GRASP ON YOUR HEART,
AND THAT IT MAY FOLLOW OUR SAVIORS LIFE,
AND IN DOING THAT YOUR SMILE MAY RETURN,
THE ONE I LOVE AND WILL KEEP FOREVER.

This was one of the hardest poems to write, hard to even talk about it.

Gifts

2005-12-15T17:45:00.000-05:00

Gifts

A gift is a gift,
And will eventually drift,
What you get on this special day,
Will determine what you say,
Gifts of gold and silver,
May make you shiver,
But the gift that is surely right,
Is not bright,
So a true gift,
That will not drift,
Is something that is not created,
But surely is debated,
Give me a gift of love and friendship,
And your gift will not be soon forgotten.

this is one of the first ones i wrote and actually liked, so i guess it is my favorite.

That One

2005-12-15T17:44:00.000-05:00

THAT ONE

I’VE BEEN LOST BUT NOW I’VE HEARD THE CHIME,
THE ONE TELLING ME THAT YOU ARE MINE,
THE ONE I SEARCHED SO LONG FOR,
THE ONE WITH THE SOLID CORE,
THE ONE I WOULD CONFIDE WITH,
HIDE NOTHING BIGGER THAN A RAZORS WIDTH,
THE ONE I WOULD LOVE,
WHO IN MY EYES WOULD BE PERFECT AS A DOVE,
THE ONE WHOS FACE,
PUSHES MY HEART TO RACE,
BECAUSE YOU SHOW,
THAT YOU ALSO KNOW,
THAT YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND.

god is so amazing, he gave me this person, not to mention the words of this poem.

You Before I

2005-12-15T17:42:00.000-05:00

YOU BEFOR I

You are different ATK,
Different from the world in which you live.

You live your life as an example,
An example that deserves recognition,
An example close to that of Christ’s,
An example that has changed my life and will change the world.

The ears you listen with,
The eyes you observe with,
The words you teach with,
The arms you hug with,
The time you give,
The home you open up,
The heart you love with,
All of these you execute in your life as an example to all.

You are different ATK,
Different from the world in which you live.

When other seek pleasure,
You seek discipleship.
When other buy new clothes,
You rip your old ones.
When other fix their hair,
You have extra bed head.
When others shower,
You sweat while serving the world.
When others work eight hours for pay,
You work sixteen only to glorify god.
When others tease,
You pray.

You life your life thinking WWJD,
Not what your flesh wants,
That is why you are different,
Because you are the closest to perfection I’ve ever seen.

this one is important not because it is very poetic, BUT HOW TRUE IT IS!

My Mom

2005-12-15T17:41:00.000-05:00

My Mom

Our conflicts come by,
Then we see the time fly,
Never agreeing, or content,
But caused by my lack of attempt.
What I really want to show you,
Through all this new,
That you really do matter,
Even if the world shatters,
You are still my Mom.

guess what, more.

Who is this Man?

2005-12-15T17:40:00.000-05:00

WHO IS THIS MAN?

Who is this man?
The man I never knew,
Who I’ve come to know most.

Who is this man?
The man full of giving,
The man full of love,
Who I’ve come to love most.

Who is this man?
Imperfect as all,
Yet different in my eyes.

Who is this man?
The man who wants to see me,
And I him.

Who is this man?
The man with a heart of god,
And he gives so much of it to me.

Who is this man?
Who did nothing to create me,
Yet without him I couldn’t grow.

Who is this man?
His name is robin,
And I give my heart to him for he is my father.

MORE POETRY! big suprise i guess.

Thank You Father

2005-12-15T17:39:00.000-05:00

Thank You Father.

I wish to love,
More than what has been given from above.
To not take for granted what I receive,
But be so thankful for what I am able to achieve.
For in this so called season,
They know not the true reason.
I wish for the love for my Lord’s heart,
Not, how full is my cart?
I wish for you to continue,
Surely bring along something new,
But keep out all that brings fright,
And keep with me all my might,
On this great trek of my life.

yep, just another one.

This War

2005-12-15T17:38:00.000-05:00

This War.

I will fight to stop this now,
May not succeed,
Will not succeed,
But then why try,
All for the glory of the one who gave me the chance to try.

I’ll try to war against this world,
Not war with it, but against it, against all it is about.
A world against war, yet warring over everything,
But in these wars, more than lives can be lost,
Not the wars where our sons and daughters lives are decided,
But the wars that can decide what really matters,
Not whether the homeless will eat,
Or what the rich do with their blessings,
But what are the people doing with their lives.

These are wars within our world,
But there is a war that comes before this,
The war that creates what we see as more important,
So I’ll pray for the ones who don’t get to see my three meals a day,
And give my sympathy, but not give too much,
I may find myself in my world pleasing image,
Which is the basis to this war that comes before the worlds wars.

Every second I’m awake I’m fighting in this war,
Losing mostly, but still fighting on,
Trying to work my way against the current rather than drifting,
Being faithful some may call it,
And that is what I am trying,
Trying, and succeeding in it,
But I will still be lost in the battle field of this war that I will forever fight in,
The never ending war against what our world stands for.

I will war against this world, but this is the world I love right?

I live for it, not for my savior,
So how am I faithful when all I live for is what I war against?
I may always be lost in this maze of battle fields like some,
Or I will choose one and fight,
Give it my all and live to fight,
Or truly trust my leader in the war,
And not worry about the battles but where we end up,
Not worrying about how I fight,
But that I never give up.

And this is what I believe being faithful is,
So what will happen on this field, on this planet.
Will I win, will I lose,
It does not matter if I feel I have won,
It all matters on how strong I stood in all the fighting,
This is what will decide what the end of my war looks like.

This one is kind of weird, you might get confused, i did.

I Thank God For All

2005-12-15T17:36:00.000-05:00

I THANK GOD FOR ALL

I THANK GOD FOR ALL,
I HAVE DONE SO MUCH,
YET HE IS ALWAYS AWAKE FOR THE CALL,
THOUGH HE IS OUT OF PHYSICAL TOUCH,
I HAVE FOUND HE IS ALL WE HAVE,
AFTER THE BATTLE WITH DOUBT,
NOW I HAVE PASSE THAT AVE,
AND NOW I AM CALLED TO SHOUT,
FOR GOD IS THE CREATOR OF THIS CREATION,
AND I AM LEARNING TO FOLLOW,
BY OPENING UP THIS GIFT OF IMAGINATION,
AND LEARN TO SWALLOW,
ALL THAT IS FALSE.

I like this one, but i guess u can bet that i like it if i post it.

The Son and Reign

2005-12-15T17:24:00.000-05:00

THE SON AND REIGN

SOME DAYS BRING SUN,
SOME BRING RAIN,
BUT ALL THAT WE ARE ALIVE BRING YOUR SON.
WHY DOES THE SUN BRING SON,
AND THE RAIN BRING THE REIGN OF ALL THAT IS WRONG,
FOR REALLY IT IS THE SON WHO BRINGS ALL,
FOR THE REIGN CAN ONLY BRING THOUGHTS OF,
WHY MIGHT A BRIGHT SON BRING DARK REIGN,
BUT FOR NOW ALL I KNOW IS THAT THE SUN AND RAIN,
BOTH COME FROM THE SON

This one is pretty cool, i think.

New

2005-12-15T17:15:00.000-05:00

So i just got this blogger thing cause xanga doesnt work out very well for posting poems cause it doesnt have a good system for archives and i put a lot of effort into making it look sweet when its really not about that so peace out.