Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Matthew 18:3

And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.

Matthew 6:19-21
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

Isaiah 40:29
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.

2 Samuel 22:29

You are my lamp, O LORD; the LORD turns my darkness into light.

Job 27:11
I will teach you about the power of God; the ways of the Almighty I will not conceal.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

love don't cost a thing

something that always strikes me is the cost of love. i guess sometimes it demands a high price of you, the ultimate act of love was, afterall, very costly. and in any relationship it costs us in terms of the trust and selflessness that we need to invest in another, often forsaking our own comfort in the process.

but to just love, is so free. sometimes when you love something or someone so much, it feels like you should be paying for that privilege. the blissfulness of intimacy sometimes seems like a stolen delight, as if something so treasured should be paid for or bought in some way. i figure it works more as an exchange than a single transaction; to be loved in return is something money could never buy.

deuteronomy 6:5, 'love the lord your god with all your heart, soul and strength.' what does that cost? an investment of our entire lives; least of all the things we invest in loving one another. as if we kid ourselves that anything less than all is enough. just as the transaction of love is complete with reciprocation of love, how can we really love god unless we are making a fair exchange. he gave it all so we should give it all.

and so with those disordered and jumbled thoughts, i conclude that that's what makes love so free and yet entirely costly. and i've been realising how much easier it'd be if it didn't cost us anything but then it wouldn't be that all- consuming, fulfilling, unreserved and requited love; the sort that seems to demand a price.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

let's make lemonade

because i'm surprisingly (and perhaps a bit worryingly) casual about these exams i have next week, i found this song pretty amusing rather than intensely annoying when it decided to serenade my ears as i wandered the streets looking for some revision recess. after putting the entire of my dad's cd collection onto my ipod over christmas regardless of genre, there are some crazy- arse songs lurking that i'm yet to discover and i guess this is one.
anyway, enjoy... i thought it was bloody hilarious.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

words are my weapon

I am not precious about possessions,
but words, words I am precious about.
I'd sacrifice any longing of mine for a lifetime
if it'd earn me an hour with pen and paper.
I find failure in painting pictures,
answering equations,
debating and persuading,
but give me pen and paper and I will fill it,
with words, words of many forms and elegance,
intelligence and eloquence.
Words are my weapon,
in the places I've found myself with no defence.
I lose myself on the journey,
that just a few words can take me;
the daydream, the intrigue.
One word alone can change my mood,
my attitude.
A picture paints a thousand words, they say,
yet just one word can paint a picture.
Music expresses what words cannot, they say,
yet without words there'd be no song.
Acts speak louder than words, they say,
yet words give us the motivation for action.
The simplicity of prose brings solace,
but the intricacy brings insight.
And where is solace without insight,
where is insight without solace?
Where are we without words,
without insight or solace?
When I speak, I throw away words,
I waste them, confuse them, hurth with them.
Yet when I write I cannot only capture words,
I can use them to capture my thoughts,
to capture you.
If my thoughts are the playing field,
my writing is the court;
the chaos of my inner scribe finds peace
among pen and paper.
I love metaphors;
all the thing a word can stand for.
And then there's the words we defy to supply.
The magic lies in the unwritten coming alive.
It's my dream to share all the words
I've ever written,
and all the stories therewithin
and without that can be found.
But you and I already rely
on all the words we need.
Because we have heard the three little words,
from the one Word we need.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Monday, January 11, 2010


Nemesis you’re back for the 100th time
Still committing the same old crimes
Obsession is your operative word
All because of you this occurred

Nemesis angered that you hadn’t won
Finding vengeance in round 1-0-1
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
That’s the dilemma for which you hoped

Nemesis just when I thought we were through
You returned for round 102
Back to the start return to square one
You won’t give up til the deed is done

Nemesis please stop fighting me
Too tired for round 103
I wish I could surrender from your grip
But you still cause me to slip

Nemesis I’m too weak for war
Please don’t come back for 104
Disappear to your dark realm
No one else to overwhelm

Nemesis please stop robbing lives
Just promise to stop after 105
I shouldn’t summon you back so much
But I crave your comfort, I need your touch

Nemesis ignore my pleas to become sick
I’d be crippled by round 106
Heart held together by stitches and glue
Don’t make me add binding too

Nemesis you never warn me when
Suddenly here for 107
Running in circles a catch 22
Change your tune to something new

Nemesis you pretend you’re so great
I think you are til 108
Your lies had me for a fleeting moment
Then I remembered the pain you sent

Nemesis came back for 109
Just as I thought things were fine
Go away and don’t return
When will I ever learn?

Nemesis how much more can you send?
Starting again 110...

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

yellow teeth

When I see a sign like this, I see an adventure.

Cycling along this particular path was the only way I felt I could escape.

If my guitar could hear all the things I've sang as I've strummed, it'd know all my secrets.

One day, I'll do this again.

These people taught me the meaning of unconditional friendship.

Sometimes, I do things on a whim and then can't quite believe what I'm doing.

It's through the most innocent things that I've lost my innocence.

Or so the story goes...

Life scares me infinitely more than death.

The only thing which would ever make me want to live life over, would be if we could have lived more of it together.

Sunday, January 03, 2010


So, last year, my resolutions were:
  • write at least 3 songs
  • pass 1st year
  • read at least 20 books
  • start a new hobby
  • give up alcohol for lent
  • get another tattoo/ piercing
  • learn how to cook
and i did them all (maybe in my somewhat subjective opinion for the last one but bearing in mind this time last year i couldn't have identified a turnip).

As I couldn't really care less that it's a new year, I'm not making resolutions for this year, but there are things i'm hoping to change, which i would change regardless of the time of year; i'd like to be more tidy, more patient (far more patient), more frugal, and more active. I've already started playing my cello again these holidays which is something i've wanted to do for ages, and so far my pedometer that i got for christmas tells me i've walked 41,332 steps in 6 days. I'd also like to write more songs and read more books but there doesn't seem any point in resolving to do these things as i would do them anyway.

One resolution i probably should make though is to be more positive about 2010. So, er, happy new year.