Welcome To The World Of Mindless Keys (Intro to 2015)

First Blog Post Of 2015


As you can see my friends, I have made some changes to my old blog.

It is my plan to continue posting blogs regularly, however my vision for this years blog is slightly
different than it has been in the past. Read along and delve into my world.

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Intro "2015"

It has taken me this long, but I have now found out that it is easier for me to clarify and translate
thoughts through these black keys on a borrowed electronic device, then to verbally faulter.

It has always been hard for me to transport understanding from my mind to another through speech;
the reason being that although all minds have basic compatability; a major fault in humanity is that
often times we do not have the grace, patience or understanding to continually translate a message to
an audience who are incognizent of our minds reality in the first place.

Therefore I have created an outlet with wich I will perhaps be able to re-define and hopefully re-
connect with the wandering minds of my century without having to actually make verbal contact with them.

Welcome to the world of mindless keys.

Home

Once again my heart is tearing in two,
once again I'm leaving the people I used to call home.
They say home is where the heart is,
but my heart spews so far and wide
that I no longer understand the meaning of home as a substantial thing.

Home for me is travel.
Home is being one place and missing another.
I suppose we all eventuallt hit the age where we realize home cannot be consolidated.
Home can't be held or captured, it can't be tamed nor caged.
I suppose the width and length of a persons home should be measured in similarity with their heart.
I guess you could say that; how big a persons heart is should be able determine
by how many homes it holds in it's

continuously beating compartments.

It's a dangerous thing; the thought of a permanent home for my heart.
It's a scandalous thing to dare shut out the continual question;
where does my heart truly live?
Is it unfair to judge a home by the current presence of your heart and wether or not it's engaging well in an atmosphere?

The heart is deceitful above all things and I sure don't understand it.
I feel as though permanence in love is a deceitful tide with a constant whiplash affect.
And it is completely, indisputably, unfair.

But what if I dared to present the possibility
that yes ; " Home is where the heart is"
but logistically speaking
the heart is carried around in ones chest,
making it mobile,
making it mold-able to situations and change.
What if the home isn't where the heart is;

But instead home is carried i the heart;

it is protected and preserved there until you can reach your eternal home.

If home is where the heart is;

And your carrying home around with you;

Doesn't that make you and I carriers of the heavenly realm?

The Things That Religions Disquise

Oh The Things That Religions Disquise

ARE YOU THERE
My shadow man, endlessly graving a trail
Through my mind bearing skull
Weighting sin on a scale
Of what used to be right
Now confusion prevails
And I cant find the source of the light



ARE YOU THERE
Sins from my past
Addictions that last
Did redemption relapse
Into grace overdrawn from the well

ARE YOU THERE
Though midnight is shining
I still see the tracks
Of a shadow man hiding
slipping through the cracks

OH

This floor called religion
but what lies underneath
Is Jezebel taunting

OH hissing lies through her teeth

leviathan laughs
cuz he hides in her eyes


OH
the things, that religions disquise.
OH
the things, that religion's disquise.

Oh The Things That Religions Disquise

       Oh The Things That Religions Disquise

ARE YOU THERE
                   My shadow man, endlessly graving a trail
                                                            Through my mind bearing skull
                                                                                    Weighting sin on a scale
    Of what used to be right
                      Now confusion prevails
                                            And I cant find the source of the light



ARE YOU THERE
                        Sins from my past
                                              Addictions that last
                                                                     Did redemption relapse
                                                                                     Into grace overdrawn from the well

ARE YOU THERE
                              Though midnight is shining
                                                                        I still see the tracks
                                                                                                 Of a shadow man hiding
                                                                                                                      slipping through the cracks
                                                                                                                 
                          OH

                             This floor called religion
                                               but what lies underneath
                                                               Is  Jezebel taunting
          
 OH                                                               hissing lies through her teeth

       leviathan laughs
                      cuz he hides in her eyes
                                       

OH
  the things, that religions disquise.
                                                                       OH
                                                                            the things, that religion's disquise.

Coronets And Crowns

Tell me something of yourself,
Dust your memory from sins shelf.

Fall what may; the may leaves falling,
The ice below remembers new year calling...

                               My hands are blue, my cheeks are turning red.
                               I'm struggling to say what's left unsaid.

                                                          Our dream has run it's coarse
                                                           and now were lying on the tracks
                                                                              but no one listens...



Incandescent memories,
hard to see and always incomplete.

                    Daydreams growing in my sleep;
                    of how your tiny fingers intertwined.

                                          Water's rushing,
                                           Frigged breeze.

                                                     Freezing cold outside;
                                                     but we won't leave...

                                                              I'm warmer now I'm touching you,
                                                              and I wish we could stay here for awhile...

Purple smoke
and ashed remains;

          All that's left
          after she broke your dreams.

                           Your in a better place you say;
                            but better doesn't look much different now...

                                             So just forget me when I leave;
                                             Coronets and crowns can't stop the bleeding...

                                                                           Were only broken in our sleep;
                                                                            so wake up, the light is coming.

My Unusual Morning

My Unusual Morning"

Dear reader,
today was unusual.
I say unusual because what usually happens is exactly what didn't happen today;
making today slightly "unusual".

Lately I've been waking up before my alarm goes off...
This is rather unusual because my body regularly refuses to obtain its rightful place in the reality of daylight until at least half an hour after my alarms (not so victorious) scream.

But the strangest thing happened today; my eyes opened at exactly 7:30 which is two hours before my alarm should have gone off...
My plan had been to wake up at 9:30 so that I could get a full nine hours of sleep before my very busy day but I guess destiny had other plans today.

I woke up with the tangible taste of chocolate still leaking from my dream and I looked at the clock to behold the dreadful morning hour that had taken my chocolaty fantasy yet again.

The hideous light of day had taken my candy coated dreams for the third time this week and I was completely unready to give up the last two hours of my slumber, lumber, sawing log comfort.

So I plopped my head back down on my lump of a pillow, resituated my body and begged sleep to take me back to chocolate paradise again.

"Redemption"-(Spoken Word)

I remember I thought
I was pretty
How naive Could I be
To think
that a man
Would actually love me
For who I am
Instead of the
Things I can do with my hand
And the endless brands
Upon me

Every time looked
Down in the mirror
Because in order
To be
what he wanted To see
I continually Changed
My demeanor

I thought that him with me
Would make me feel
Like I feel
When I feel
That feeling
That I felt
Was supposed to be real

But it wasn't
What I wanted
Anymore
Than I wanted
My fingers shoved down my throat cuz I felt
Unwanted

Cuz I want to be skinny
Ideologies
Played with
My mind
And replayed
Endless imagery
Of my body corrupted

And I thought
that by cutting
My arms with a knife
My sins recompense
Was distructed

But I understand now
my self hatreds
Vise
Recollection
Of every sin
Brought to the light

The story
I started to finish but couldn't
And the gun that I shoved down
My throat but I knew that It wouldn't

Pay to take life Away
When the price that he payed
Put my sins in the grave

And everyday I'm amazed
At the goodness
Of a god who would give
His life to forgive
My transgressions

Because worthy or not
I'm not worthy to
Stand
In the way
Of agape passion

And I know that he's out there
This man we call love
Because I've seen
Him
Living and breathing
through us

And I know that he means it
When he says were the ones
the church shouldn't
Doubt the foundations
Of his martyrdom

I can tell you he's faithful
He's proved it to me
But if you don't understand
I hope this next part
brings clarity

In that car
On a back road that night
He was there
And Only he heard
My silent cry to be pure

And he saw when I
Wanted to pierce through
The Heart
Of every man
Because of the scars
That one man inflicted
One man!

What he didn't know
Was It Would continue to grow
Into
Jezebel ramped

But Jezebel is hiding now
Afraid to shed her mark again
Because god revealed
Identity into the hearts
Of honest men

Surrounding now
The daughters heart
Displayed through love
And fathers arms

And protected
By the one
Who made her
vulnerable again

He was there when I swam
In selfish ambitions
God was there when
I wanted to drown

And he took what the devil
Intends to destroy
And he built me back up
From the ground

He took away fear
And replaced it with faith
Instead of self hatred
I see that he makes

All things good
And there are no mistake
With my God
Who created me perfect