things you should try

merci chocolates. they are so delicious, literally the best chocolate i have ever tasted. mmm!

the library. any, but especially this one.

a read that will change how you look at the world:

and

 ron paul for president. http://www.ronpaul2012.com/

sufjan stevens. never thought i would, but love him. note to self: listen to more.

there is a time...

^{i looked at the stars all the way home, and i really mean home, tonight.}

¹ There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—

 ² A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
³ A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
⁴ A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
⁵ A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
⁶ A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
⁷ A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
⁸ A time to love and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace. 

starbucks you make my heart beat fast, but this aint love.

turning nights into day,
stars in the sky, boots in the hay.
you are whatever i want,
anything i need,
cold, ice, warmness creeping through.
instead why don't you match the weather?
you're so untrue.

starbucks you make my heart beat fast, but this aint love.
love isnt a fixation.
love doesn't age me, string me on a high,
make me clear my throat because its so dry.
love doesn't make me unable to sleep at night.
have you forgotten?
so have i.

starbucks you make my heart beat fast, but this aint love.
i stopped growing,
it was you who stunted me.
with your false lies of energy
ruining my concentration,
i thought you were good for me.

starbucks you make my heart beat fast, but this aint love.
so much bitterness, i can taste it,
i drank in your covering of sweetness,
because i wanted to.
raspberry salve is good, but is it not better to not be bruised?

well latte, moo you're not the innocent calf;
i look back with a laugh.
and more empty than full of your caffeine
at least for one, i can glean:

you made my heart beat fast... but that aint love.

still working

ha, pandora, sometimes you are so ironic considering what i'm working on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8t-I-Lqy06g

psalm 56

Be gracious to me, O God, for man has trampled upon me; fighting all day long he oppresses me. My foes have trampled upon me all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me. When I am afraid, I will put my trust in You. In God, whose word I praise, in God I have put my trust; I shall not be afraid. What can mere man do to me? All day long they distort my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil. They attack, they lurk, they watch my steps, as they have waited to take my life. Because of wickedness, cast them forth, in anger put down the peoples, O God!

You have taken account of my wanderings; put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?

Then my enemies will turn back in the day when I call; this I know, that God is for me. In God, whose word I praise, in the LORD, whose word I praise, in God I have put my trust, I shall not be afraid.

What can man do to me? Your vows are binding upon me, O God; I will render thank offerings to You.

For You have delivered my soul from death, indeed my feet from stumbling, so that I may walk before God in the light of the living.

photo credit/or to buy:
http://www.etsy.com/listing/77289116/tiny-bottle-of-seaglass-pendant-necklace

autumn bus stop

leaves with an ardency, akin to fury,  rush down hitting my face,

angrily removed from loftier heights by the direct of time.

groaning, gasping wind seeking cracks in bricks, and jacket rips

riled: wanting where it is not, unsatisfied.


people stand blowing breath, like impatient horses;

and hands bearing pulse, made only to

touch

shoved far down, encased deep into pockets.

God bless the last ones

 nick vujicic is one of my heroes and i just like this song.

~My friend Taylor she's an angel Ten years old and beautiful She's a living, breathing miracle And she proves it everyday 'Cause the odds were stacked against her from the day that she arrived here And the doctors told her mom and dad she'd always be that way And I confess when I first met her I was thinking life's not fair But then she wrapped her arms around my neck And it all became so clear

God bless the last ones

One day Taylor sent me a picture from her Special Olympics race And I could tell just by the looks of it she was coming in last place But she crossed that finish line with a smile upon her face as if to say

God bless the last ones

Maybe the last ones are the lucky ones The ones who got this whole thing figured out 'Cause when they go looking for something beautiful They start looking from the inside out

On our way into the restaurant we passed a homeless man He was half drunk and half asleep with a paper cup in his hand And I confess when I first saw him I was thinking life's not fair But then Taylor reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck And it all became so clear

God bless the last ones

I wish we could all be the lucky ones The ones who've got this whole thing figured out Maybe the next time we go looking for beautiful we'll try looking from the inside out

God bless the last ones~

curly hair girls represent!

i don't care if anyone else in the world likes her hair, i love it. it's so free..... and genunine like her. beautiful.

and that song, it makes my heart roll back a bit.