tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35443438612521121042024-03-05T01:24:01.406-08:00.chaotic reflectionsnearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-66715895055449875742010-01-23T20:20:00.000-08:002010-01-23T21:06:08.005-08:00down down down in the bottom of my mug<br />down in the daunting dark depths of my mug<br />is a place unknown underneath this sea<br />that hides many mysterious things from me<br />so i drink to reach the bottom<br />drink to reach beneath<br />sipping and lapping at the wealth of caffeine<br />only to find the hard surface behind it; empty<br />and the treasure I missed was the treasure I sipped<br />and it had slipped down inside of me<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-50256385606265299152010-01-06T14:29:00.000-08:002010-01-06T14:36:04.398-08:00hatei wish i did not have the ability to hate<br />then it would be easier to condemn<br />but as i can hate<br />i make a very poor judge<br />and i resort to hate those who do it best<br />i hate the ignorant<br />i hate the racists<br />i hate the violent<br />and i wish i could not hate them<br />for now that i know i am just as bad as them<br />well now i must love them or be them<br />the former the hardest<br />and the latter is the death of my soul<br />so it must be a hard road<br />where love rules and where love proves strong enough<br />for if not then then i go down watching this world plummet hopeless and dark into the depths of the depraved potential of mannearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-3842512457404402752009-12-15T21:35:00.000-08:002009-12-15T21:40:55.165-08:00breathe each breath live each moment<br />let no cards kept yet be folded<br />live till death its your life own it<br />kill regret always better for itnearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-79419814451505124842009-09-16T13:54:00.000-07:002009-09-16T14:02:19.039-07:00step step step<div>through worlds of change</div><div>the streets full of doubters </div><div>the skies are gray</div><div><br /></div><div>burn burn burn</div><div>the institutions of age</div><div>the altars are torn down</div><div>our fathers <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unobeyed</span> </div><div><br /></div><div>dig dig dig </div><div>ditches and graves </div><div>foundations for our dreams</div><div>asylum for mistakes</div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-17873088633237264892009-08-14T19:04:00.000-07:002009-08-14T19:12:50.260-07:00careful what you wish for, most dreams are built on sand<br />careful what you wish for, with that fruit in your hand<br />careful what you wish for, you were depraved from the start<br />careful what you wish for, knowledge will break your heart<br />careful what you wish for, when your death is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">guaranteed</span><br />careful what you wish for, when you dont know what you neednearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-91772710404874898362009-08-12T22:56:00.000-07:002009-08-12T23:15:47.030-07:00war is worse than dead bodies, eventhough that is a good enough arguement against it.<br />war is the adminition that we can't just get along.<br />war is the breeding ground of hate.<br />war is the curse of sin.<br />war is the blasphemy of man in his unwarranted distribution of his own depraved condemnation.<br /><br />any war fought with weapons fought to bring peace by death will most often lead to more war and death before peace is found.<br /><br />show me a man that deserves to die.<br /><br />tell me the reason i have not yet perished.<br /><br />this world belongs to no man. God is the only true judge.<br /><br />show me a just cause for war and i will take up the sword and fight<br />until then i seek peace and to love as he lovednearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-60839490548479731732009-07-22T18:48:00.000-07:002009-07-22T18:56:56.969-07:00just a sad songmy tears do not say enough<br />my tears offer you no love<br />my tears fall short<br /><br />my heart's stops; overcome<br />by the things i havent done<br />i was meant for more<br /><br />i just want to show you that i care<br />but its hard when i cant be there<br />so i guess i am sorry that i cant be sorry enough for you<br />and i dont know what else there is that i can do<br /><br />but if you could see these eyes<br />heart my heart<br />you'd realize<br />i'm torn apart<br />for you<br /><br />i just want to show you that i care<br />but its hard when i cant be there<br />so i guess i am sorry that i cant be sorry enough for you<br />and i dont know what else there is that i can donearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-82861051756311025922009-07-22T18:32:00.000-07:002009-07-22T18:48:17.558-07:00Jesus Jesus<br />how real you are in my life i cant help but find you.<br /><br />but what about in theirs?<br />are you really that strong?<br />really that caring?<br /><br />these problems are huge<br />none of deserve it<br />how do you choose?<br /><br />you are so beyond me<br />so beyond me...<br /><br />sometimes i dont want to need you<br />sometimes i find it hard to believe you<br /><br />find it hard to pray when you already know what i am gonna say<br />find hard to repent<br />hard to worship<br /><br />bring the rain flood down againnearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-39072718925142986942009-07-08T15:38:00.001-07:002009-07-08T15:41:25.700-07:00words fall short of ears when the voice is hard to hear<br />but more often they fail when they come from contradictory lips<br /><br />you word is not all you have<br />but it is definately worth protecting<br /><br />the people that hear you most often can tell you whether or not you are worth listening to.<br />they can tell you if your trustworthy.<br /><br />the people who you want to affect and bless are listening to what you are saying.<br />so let your yes be yes and let your no be careful but firmnearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-91761673054174142242009-07-06T17:05:00.000-07:002009-07-06T17:13:06.999-07:00recognition of the past<br />withered like the grass<br />the life that could not last<br />the facts that came to pass<br /><br />resurrected in their fate<br />into a world of pain<br />life given much to late<br />death shows all thats vainnearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-85961892946109533352009-06-20T10:32:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:52:24.706-07:00the death of the westin america, we live lives as sojourning slaves to death<div>it has become our greatest fear and our greatest threat</div><div>we grasp with desperate knuckles of persisting white</div><div>at this wilting flower that is carelessly called life</div><div>and then when at last our human hold proves too weak</div><div>we send our corpses down in glossy cases six feet deep</div><div>and if today I choose to laugh in death's calloused face</div><div>then these untimely timid men would label me insane</div><div>but I do not fret at their feeble words of spoken insolence</div><div>rather I am enraged that my generation's blind in ignorance </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-83811493910055384532009-06-12T01:45:00.000-07:002009-06-12T01:52:38.854-07:00some secrets that are death to know<br />can still steal hearts in curious lust<br />hearts that mistake the reapers curse<br />as yesterday's mislabeled woe<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dont</span> ask me to reveal the truth<br />for surely if i did<br />you'd see me as the setting sun<br />trying to rob you of your youth<br /><br />but i beseech you from your soul to yearn<br />for the light shinning beyond the sky<br />for the hope that rest in a calm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cocoon</span><br />and the force in lessons you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dont</span> want to learnnearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-38703253562517990632009-06-12T01:37:00.001-07:002009-06-12T01:43:15.843-07:00if i cannot to the world supply<br />something greater than that which is I<br />then I am just a fools mistake<br />and I steal every breath of air i take<br /><br />and if its true of my sons<br />that they forget <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">themselve</span>s when they are young<br />then the blame falls to me<br />and i have lived my life wastefullynearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-56405400127131637462009-06-10T02:31:00.000-07:002009-06-10T02:48:59.083-07:00so many lessons i dont want to learn<div>amidst love that i dont deserve</div><div>in each sunrise new embers burn </div><div>so much beauty i dont observe </div><div><br /></div><div>my mind keeps making new designs</div><div>of ways to truly be alive</div><div>while they say, "focus on the signs</div><div>or else you will not survive"</div><div><br /></div><div>but there are some things i cannot fake</div><div>some memories that do not fade</div><div>some changes have been hard take</div><div>some mistakes i'm glad i made</div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-77794769984902606732009-06-08T04:51:00.001-07:002009-06-08T05:15:26.069-07:00if i'm supposed to know what love is in this world of brokeness<br />then my road is much more hopeless than I had originally feared<br />for, the one thing in this world i know is your smile grows beneath your tears<br /><br />the measure of grace that i've been given has come in blessings from above<br />with the flesh of the human race forsaken, some in His image have begun to love<br /><br />so i keep my eyes connected to my heart my mind<br />and i allow Him to help me to find<br />love<br />lifenearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-38357409583737281342009-06-02T09:45:00.000-07:002009-06-02T09:53:59.631-07:00my reflection in the wishing well<div>holds many secrets it will not tell</div><div>but i do worry </div><div>for the sun tells me i'm handsome with it's golden rays</div><div>and the road says i have wisdom for wandering his maze </div><div>and the mountain set before me knows i'm good enough</div><div>to climb the peaks its holding and touch the sky above</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-15608208381912949362009-05-27T01:31:00.000-07:002009-05-27T01:44:41.479-07:00i can here the future of your feet dragging in the dirt<div>followed by flying dust on a pitiful path you cant desert</div><div>it is a truly scary sound i with i didnt have to hear</div><div>because with each scraping step the noise keeps coming near</div><div><br /></div><div>and i cant run from my ears</div><div>or catch yesterdays tears</div><div>or stop the passing of the years</div><div>but i can persist to pick up my feet and face my fears.</div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-60426833837263543202009-05-17T16:10:00.001-07:002009-05-17T16:23:11.412-07:00goodbye chi-city<div id="ms__id22"><br /><div id="ms__id21"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336934758777301522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFV3oXxdLXuOLN7IvXCK6S5sNMbeeFi02kL8yfGQ_Wz4yKGA7IjE5UM94jD56Xb7K_yYWaKMjn6gIQ9gr-fKn6Gi8WqVJoSdkBjuICX5xaqc15DWtdjpAUr4EYrP66zwsW6NqynCWU5OE/s400/israel+09+760.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div id="ms__id20"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXL6_V9KgITpZ_PKBLJDnN2qr3TbaX0242nytipTfwhxVWsZ4brqNuW5OhJPUnttHN-lxBK6Xo8p1qlL3Gw-QrynAlSe-xpfvsNcQxiSDR-Sf9H4FlL6aN0kDS9id-8LEelufisveJuxk/s1600-h/israel+09+767.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336935014679052802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXL6_V9KgITpZ_PKBLJDnN2qr3TbaX0242nytipTfwhxVWsZ4brqNuW5OhJPUnttHN-lxBK6Xo8p1qlL3Gw-QrynAlSe-xpfvsNcQxiSDR-Sf9H4FlL6aN0kDS9id-8LEelufisveJuxk/s400/israel+09+767.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336935287348038850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVQ1mPpGAkZO7yNXZpTb9bwmm9UCu0KBZR_PP1PCO6F8hFTcep3c_QYe8wJkNjGiRH67oCilc-iY9wiEASJkkO1_VkQFnKLfVA0OcB_1-XvFAlxFM6lWnd_18miNoZOBrxuYwsl6jL6rg/s400/israel+09+766.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336935707656594514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2C6JmTGMGgin2wuR5mEplAwuz12SxH2VN4E3V_jbNvp7RgNwNmcNrwf72o_OCIciBVlPeWqJd4iwQGTrrAV6ZkXfrERHLUk-GT0nNj6_e8SsOhC0BURe3zSpKiisGcSfm2wJAzV459M/s400/israel+09+762.jpg" border="0" /><br />see you when i get back</div><div id="ms__id18"></div></div></div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-82188796083262486842009-05-17T14:59:00.000-07:002009-05-17T15:22:51.739-07:00Uganda<div id="ms__id43">so i am taking this idea from Johnny Wong so props to him. </div><div id="ms__id42"> </div><div id="ms__id44">This will be my update site for my trip. </div><div id="ms__id45">I will be posting updates about my ministry work, prayer requests, updates about my group.</div><div id="ms__id46"> </div><div id="ms__id47">Some prayer requests before the trip</div><div id="ms__id48"> </div><div id="ms__id49">pray that God would prepare our hearts and minds as we go</div><div id="ms__id50">pray for travel and for luggage </div><div id="ms__id51">pray for health as we are jet lagged and transition to new food</div><div id="ms__id58">pray that God would use us to serve</div><div id="ms__id53"> </div><div id="ms__id52">details of trip </div><div id="ms__id57"> </div><div id="ms__id55">we fly out from O'hare at 7:15 Monday night May 18th</div><div id="ms__id54"> our finaly destination will be Kampala, Uganda. </div><div id="ms__id56">i will be serving at kampala baptist church. </div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-70485701254012945752009-05-10T16:06:00.000-07:002009-05-10T17:39:45.993-07:00cheershere's to today to what you've been waiting for<br />and to your smiles as you walk across that floor<br /><br />here's to the tears we will cry at your parting<br />to painful reminders that new pages are starting<br /><br />here's to our watches that let us know we're getting older<br />and to the summer air that always makes us a little bolder<br /><br />here's is to all the best friends who know us and still love us<br />to all those times they stood up to the bullies out to shove us<br /><br />here's to all the things we've learned from all our education<br />to all the things that life's taught through painful situations<br /><br />here's to tomorrow and life's bitter sweet progession<br />to our painful fight against our own ignorant obsessions<br /><br />here's to the promise of a morning and a sunrise<br />and to the sunset as we watch how fast time fliesnearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-15775460692008767612009-05-08T07:42:00.000-07:002009-05-08T07:52:16.428-07:00we all get tiredyou hide suggestions in all of your questions<br />but i cant trust all your good intentions<br />when you keep coming up with new inventions<br />to entrapped me in the things you want me to be<br /><br />you are always careful to premise and disclaim<br />everything you say before you cast the blame<br />and yes i know two could play that game<br />but i am not as cunning at this hiding and runnningnearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-32690285682113968572009-05-05T04:54:00.000-07:002009-05-05T05:02:57.375-07:00What a humbling feeling being hurt by some one who you thought was out of your life.<div>To be misunderstood by the person you spent most of your time helping understand. </div><div>What a miserable thing to stare at the clock and calculate the time that your have wasted. </div><div>The vanity of human life is that we get one chance to live. </div><div>It is that every mistake is frozen in our history.</div><div>It does not always seem worth it to learn such hard lessons through pain and loneliness. </div><div>But that is not up to me. I am just a fragile man.</div><div><br /></div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-39172274335858099582009-05-04T21:32:00.000-07:002009-05-04T21:48:32.423-07:00the audacity of meif you want to see the reality of the fall<br />to see the most depraved creature of them all<br />then just have to ask the mirror on the wall<br /><br />thats is what i did and now i can see<br />that the real height of this world's depravity<br />was behind my eyes staring back at me<br /><br />Lord i'm sorry there is nothing i can do<br />i'm afraid its a broken heart that you pursue<br />could you really take me as a gift to you?nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-87057505393185994822009-05-01T22:19:00.000-07:002009-05-01T22:31:20.532-07:00ROSE part 1you are the flower that i saw dancing in my dreams<div>lightly, beneath a golden sun, swiftly in a sea of green</div><div>and i thought that if i woke, i'd be there to dance with you</div><div>but my opened eyes saw only a cold city where no flowers grew</div><div>i searched desperately for meadows finding only empty streets</div><div>fore, i could only find you when you were dancing in my dreams </div>nearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544343861252112104.post-61934463828564466202009-04-28T17:13:00.000-07:002009-04-28T17:34:02.881-07:00a prayer for the children invisiblechildren.comLord, hear children crying, how long will you wait?<br />how much more will it take for your heart to break?<br />i know Your timing is perfect but the hour is late?<br />is it not enough that they get kidnapped and killed?<br />how much more blood will you allow to be spilled?<br />how many more graves will you allow to be filled?<br />Lord, these are your children let your blessing fall on them again<br />merciful powerful loving God, i fear not the acts of men<br />but still i ask when even now here their cry from the lions dennearpass87http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704965346096765715noreply@blogger.com0