Nature's Binary.

Rain wears on the nerves.
It fries the synapses with dull, repetitious vulgarity.
Normalcy erodes the soul.
No nuance to be found in the binary of the world.

Messages encoded between the water falling from the clouds.
Cleansing the dirt from the metal and pavement, while feet hurry their way along without notice.

No composure to be seen.
Avoidance of style noted, all the while the refuge is being dissolved.
The hope of all to be shared is transgressed in the meeting of two hands.
A home rebuilt upon a wealth greater than time's sands.

Take back what's rightfully ours.
Take back what belongs to our hearts.
Take back all words that are lies.
Comprise the future on love and truth combined. 

Thoughts on Belief (March 27th, 2010)

Where has thinking gotten us?
The greatest colaborations in history have been to destroy history itself.
It has gotten us back to square one: afraid of the dark and afraid of each other.
Thinking has gotten us nothing.
The cycle is repeating, a tedious one to say the least, where rationality takes a back seat to what people believe.
Beliefs are terrifying.
Beliefs are fraudulant checks, cashed in the name of an imaginary person.
But...
in a word of checks and balances: rational thought checks beliefs.
While beliefs are important in maintaining a socially appropriate level of composure, they are not a solid basis for which to comprise an entire lifestyle.
Even Christians lie, cheat and steal.
It takes a balance of belief and thought; rationality and the enormous realization that we are small, we are alone, and we are all we've got; we know nothing of anything except what has been handed to us.
Then again...
it is admirable that anyone can completely lay all of their thoughts, emotions, and gut feelings towards one set of beliefs.
It's like being able to stand in front of an oncoming semi-truck without flinching.
There are those who exist that do questions beliefs and have beliefs of their own.
These belong to the greatest intellectual generation to hit the planet in over three thousand years.
To be discretionarily proper, though, I must admit that I've often faltered with faith (belief).
But I know find myself in a comfortable stance on the entire subject of faith and religion.
It's a social comfort.
It keeps societies from warring with themselves.
War within our own country's boarders just isn't the thing God would want...
but we've seen it before.

"Beliefs are dangerous," a man once said.
I concur to the fullest extent.
Beliefs give grounds for bad people to do bad things through self-justification.
It isn't just a matter of principle- it's a matter of justice.
How can their be justice when our systems are based almost entirely in "the name of God" ?

Questions cannot hurt anyone.
Implications, though, can.
The implications of my thoughts, questions, and personal feelings may not be in any way, shape, or form a justifiable reason for my confidance in the general sense.
But I believe I am justified to make the afformentioned proclamatios, statements (both interrogative and general) on the grounds of having the capabilities to produce such thoughts, feelngs, emotions and beliefs.

Which brings up the question: if we can believe it, conceive it, and need it- why can we not say it exists?
This could be applied to God.
To space and time.
To gravity.
To words.
To love.
To anything we cannot see, but generally agree upon its existing.

Just trying to think outside my particular set of boxes for a change.
More to come in the future.

A Year's Nearly Come.

These days, I look both ways before I step onto the street;
but before now, I'd taken blind steps:
on the off chance that I'd find some relief.
But my shoes have grown tiny wings, and have kept my feet
safe and dry, off of the ground.
So when it rains, I confess, my dear friends: that upon my feet
not a drop of water is to be found.
For the sake of what's late, and the punctuality of such keenness-
I've come to terms with the sickness that I'd caught.
And, just in time, just before the final stages-
I found the cure that I'd always sought.
Like the fabled scene, from that movie,
where vinegar helps the pain,
and water makes it even worse.
There was a chemical burn,
not so soothing,
a hurt like a curse.
But the comfort to be found
in the arms of another who genuinely cares,
is better than any relief I could have dreamed of,
and its ours, only ours, and it can never be theirs'.
Pray tell, my mind fell short, all that time ago;
but it grew wings, and flew forth
to safety: below the thermals that destroy fragile wings.
A year's nearly come since the clarity of your voice stilled the beating of my heart.
A year's nearly come since I've been saved by your hope, your steeled determination to press on.
A year's nearly come to remind us just how real all of this is.
A year's nearly come to keep us humbled in the company of our peers.

Oh, how lucky I am, how lucky we are- something so strong and pure;
we'll surely go far.
Oh, how lucky we are, how lucky we've been to avoid pitfalls that drag others just like us in.
Oh, how lucky we are. How gracefully we stride. How faithful we are, not concerning ourselves with the sin of pride.

A year's nearly come, and I'm counting each day as a blessing;
and counting all of the ways
I've come to love you these past months and days.

You are my wings.

Who Needs Anything Else?

With friends like these, who needs anything
other than their company?
Other than them to stay?
With friends like these, one can go a long way.

I love you because I knew I would;
and that I could: because from bad things
often comes the greatest good.

We share a common goal, to create things that inspire.
Without being too overbearing, we've set out with high hopes
and wind in our sails.
Pray tell, we'll see if we prevail,
despite windows being of glass- so frail.

With friends like these, who needs anything else
other than the company they bring,
than the hopes they sing of,
than the music they play?
Other than the words they speak,
and the laughter they bring each day?

With friends like these, who needs anything else?

Walk a Mile Without Shoes At All.

Before you set foot beyond that doorway,
before you say your path is hardest without a doubt,
you have to wear another's shoes without prejudice.
You have to walk a mile without shoes at all.

Say you've given it all a listen.
Say you'll try a thousand times harder on the next go around.

Before you set foot on your own way,
before you say your feet hurt more than anyone else,
you have to wear another's shoes without practice.
You have to walk a mile without...

Say you've heard it all before.
Say you'll try your best just to fail us all once more.

Before you go anywhere- listen.
Before you say another word- think.
You have no idea all that you've missed when
you say you're the only one
who wanders the desert without
a single drop to drink.

Say you've heard this one before.
Say you'll try your best just to fail the world again.
Say you've heard this all before.
We all know what will happen
when you say you'll try again.

Fire with Fire (Resurface).

There's still so much to hope for.
There's still so much to see.
We live and we die for
what we've yet to see.

There's still so much to hope for.
There's still so much to know.
We live...and we die
like the leaves before the snow.

Take cover beneath the city.
Reach for shafts of light- from the surface.
Recover from darkness; dilemma-
fires cannot be put out from a distance.

There's still so much to see,
there's still so much to see;
so much air to breathe.

There's still so much to see,
so much to set free;
to take in sight
like a draught of water
in the desert moonlight.

Be thirsty no more.
Take one last chance
and fight fire with fire:
and kiss hope goodnight.

Lost Friends and Old Jokes (It's On You).

I'd love to see you go, and I'd love to watch you leave.
Hope and trust are like keys-
their presence sets the heart at ease.
And in dying there is comfort
in knowing that pain cannot
follow you through
to the other side of the coffin.
To put its hands on you.
Innocent until proven guilty.
Knives still set in backs.
Never has a chest been so empty.
Never has their been less respect.

I'll rejoice in your leaving,
and in waving you goodbye.
It's that time of season for blooming,
and for rain to mask your lies.

It's perfect weather for thievery,
with an atmosphere of leaving;
put one foot in front of the other
and stop dealing out your brand of giving.

I'd love to see you go,
and I'd love to watch you leave.
Leave behind a note,
if it makes you feel anything.

In passion there's a discourse
that takes place, which you've denied.
Always staying directly on your course;
always moving on your own time.

Make the world a better place and just move on from here.
Nobody needs your presence in this place anymore than they need to feel fear.
So put one foot in front of the other,
and keep walking until it's done-
this segment of three brothers
is ready to watch the others...
finally move on.