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I'm no poet, but my attempts all show up here.
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Just so you can get an idea of where I'm coming from, I've never been a musician, but music is a huge part of my life. My favorite music tends to define or capture pieces of who I am.
Some of my favorite bands are: Audioslave, Blindside, dc Talk, Demon Hunter, mewithoutyou, Project 86, Showbread, Staple, Switchfoot, and Thousand Foot Krutch. I like a ton of other bands too, and they all sort of fit into variants on Christian Rock/Metal/Alternative. Sorry, but this is HUGE to me! Check out these bands!
Anyways...
The single most important influence on me, and the reason I enjoy the music I listen to is because I am Christian. If that tempts you to write me off, please read my poetry first.
I'm not a Christian because I'm perfect, and I'm not a Christian because I'm better than anybody else. I try my best to NEVER be self-righteous, because if I am, I'm lying to you. I'm a Christian because JESUS is perfect, and so I put my faith in HIM.
"The beauty of Grace is that it makes life not fair." - Relient K
You see, I deserve nothing, but through God's grace I am saved. If there's one thing I could say to you, I would try to offer you the hope that I have found in Jesus Christ, because no matter how much the world tells you that you will, you'll never find it in yourself.
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A poem taken from Showbread.net
Tonight is the last night that I will walk alone. tonight is the last night i will call this place my home. i have fought many windmills, and chased after wind. i've clasped my hands around nothing again and again. we're all just bleeding to death from self inflicted wounds. we're all obtaining careers to provide our dooms. blindfolded and naive. lay our treasures in our fireplaces. place our children on the train tracks and pull the wool over their faces. i have made some twine with selfish ambition and thread. and sewed up my cuts before i'd be dead. i tied knots with faith in the world and myself. living for pleasure and toiling for wealth. i played outside for years with a butterfly net. chasing the wind every day before the sun set. then i cried into my pillow and clenched my fists, and looked for new things to sew up my wrists. ignoring the voice that whispered "goodnight sweetheart.." i refuse to admit the stitches are coming apart.
the years all went by and i am alone, everything has turned to dust that i called my own. i can't find something worth anything as far as i can see, the jars for the wind i've been chasing are empty. nothing in this world has lasted or put hope in my heart, the stitches have unraveled and are coming apart.
just beneath my wrists i watched this scarlet puddle grow. i can't find anything more that i can use to sew. at the end of my rope is a dangling noose, i have tied while living for nothing, and found nothing of any use. i am tired of fighting windmills and i'm tired of chasing the wind, i will not open my hands to find nothing ever again.
then his voice whispered to me before i closed my eyes, "i have already given you my life, so why is it that you chose to die?" then i saw him there standing over me, i covered my wrists, afraid that he would see. i couldn't look in his eyes and i felt so ashamed. i tried to hide all the blood colored stains. and my voice was shaking as i started to cry, i could feel that soon i was going to die. "i have nothing to fill all the holes in my heart ... the stitches have unraveled and are coming apart. i have chased after wind for a very long time, still i have nothing worth saying is mine. everything i did was for nothing and now i'm bleeding to death. and when I'll be dead i will still not have rest." as the blood ran down like the tears in my eyes, the only thing i have heard that has freedom from lies, spilled over his lips on to me. pale and broken. of all of the words i have heard to be spoken. all of the sorrow and all the regret. the years, the toil, the butterfly nets, this wasted life and all of this ... this never ending emptiness ... washed away below my arms in the blood that poured down, the thread and the stitches fell to the ground. his words blanketed me as my pain reached it's end, "I've loved you forever, and my love
never ends."
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SOLI DEO GLORIA
Rock on, forever, amen
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I'm no poet, but my attempts all show up here.
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Just so you can get an idea of where I'm coming from, I've never been a musician, but music is a huge part of my life. My favorite music tends to define or capture pieces of who I am.
Some of my favorite bands are: Audioslave, Blindside, dc Talk, Demon Hunter, mewithoutyou, Project 86, Showbread, Staple, Switchfoot, and Thousand Foot Krutch. I like a ton of other bands too, and they all sort of fit into variants on Christian Rock/Metal/Alternative. Sorry, but this is HUGE to me! Check out these bands!
Anyways...
The single most important influence on me, and the reason I enjoy the music I listen to is because I am Christian. If that tempts you to write me off, please read my poetry first.
I'm not a Christian because I'm perfect, and I'm not a Christian because I'm better than anybody else. I try my best to NEVER be self-righteous, because if I am, I'm lying to you. I'm a Christian because JESUS is perfect, and so I put my faith in HIM.
"The beauty of Grace is that it makes life not fair." - Relient K
You see, I deserve nothing, but through God's grace I am saved. If there's one thing I could say to you, I would try to offer you the hope that I have found in Jesus Christ, because no matter how much the world tells you that you will, you'll never find it in yourself.
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A poem taken from Showbread.net
Tonight is the last night that I will walk alone. tonight is the last night i will call this place my home. i have fought many windmills, and chased after wind. i've clasped my hands around nothing again and again. we're all just bleeding to death from self inflicted wounds. we're all obtaining careers to provide our dooms. blindfolded and naive. lay our treasures in our fireplaces. place our children on the train tracks and pull the wool over their faces. i have made some twine with selfish ambition and thread. and sewed up my cuts before i'd be dead. i tied knots with faith in the world and myself. living for pleasure and toiling for wealth. i played outside for years with a butterfly net. chasing the wind every day before the sun set. then i cried into my pillow and clenched my fists, and looked for new things to sew up my wrists. ignoring the voice that whispered "goodnight sweetheart.." i refuse to admit the stitches are coming apart.
the years all went by and i am alone, everything has turned to dust that i called my own. i can't find something worth anything as far as i can see, the jars for the wind i've been chasing are empty. nothing in this world has lasted or put hope in my heart, the stitches have unraveled and are coming apart.
just beneath my wrists i watched this scarlet puddle grow. i can't find anything more that i can use to sew. at the end of my rope is a dangling noose, i have tied while living for nothing, and found nothing of any use. i am tired of fighting windmills and i'm tired of chasing the wind, i will not open my hands to find nothing ever again.
then his voice whispered to me before i closed my eyes, "i have already given you my life, so why is it that you chose to die?" then i saw him there standing over me, i covered my wrists, afraid that he would see. i couldn't look in his eyes and i felt so ashamed. i tried to hide all the blood colored stains. and my voice was shaking as i started to cry, i could feel that soon i was going to die. "i have nothing to fill all the holes in my heart ... the stitches have unraveled and are coming apart. i have chased after wind for a very long time, still i have nothing worth saying is mine. everything i did was for nothing and now i'm bleeding to death. and when I'll be dead i will still not have rest." as the blood ran down like the tears in my eyes, the only thing i have heard that has freedom from lies, spilled over his lips on to me. pale and broken. of all of the words i have heard to be spoken. all of the sorrow and all the regret. the years, the toil, the butterfly nets, this wasted life and all of this ... this never ending emptiness ... washed away below my arms in the blood that poured down, the thread and the stitches fell to the ground. his words blanketed me as my pain reached it's end, "I've loved you forever, and my love
never ends."
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SOLI DEO GLORIA
Rock on, forever, amen
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- Last seen on Oct 13 6:12 PM. Member since February 17, 2006.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 101 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Soli Deo Gloria".
- I am a 20 year old guy from California (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- I am in the groups Faith Seekers, The Christian Group, The Commenting Community, Warriors For Christ
- I have 101 comments, 1 contest, 1 column
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broken-colours on October 10, 2007A fellow Christian.. that's refreshing to find on this site! Don't put yourself down; you are a very talented poet.
Oh, and Blindside rocks. =] -
bethan-gaze on August 20, 2007Here is a fine Writer who isn't afraid of sharing the difficulties that Christians face in a non-Christian world. I've been really impressed with the open heart approach within the lines and encourage you to keep writing. Lovely stuff ... and believe me ... it encourages so many of us!!
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Abreadcrumbandfish on October 12, 2006AMEN!! Nice page, and nice name. Love it. Look forward to reading your work. Have a great day. God Bless you.
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livingItup on September 1, 2006Hey,
A lot of your writes are really well written and definitely great poetry. I love your page and your spiritual beliefs. That you express your religion instead of hiding it shows a lot. Well maybe talk to you some time. Have an awesome day.
~love~
*joey*
