Friday, May 9, 2008

A beginning

The world is turned around and under again. I look around and hope to stop thinking...stop. You see this is the world I live in, one of great proportions. One I can't comprehend, a world full of truths and lies built on our truths. A world where all lies are fostered by our hopes in things we truly dislike. I write poetry and laugh at poets. I write stories and mock writers. I am not the man I am meant to be. But I will be the man I am meant to be. This may be a dark time. It may be a dark place. But I will continue becoming a man. To everyone, I am crooked. I am not right yet. I am not safe yet. No one is, we will all be hurt at some point. Some time. I am sorry if this is depressing, but I can't help it right now. I am down.


The place for the poems and the intrigue of a man's fight to end slavery, big and small.


All written in this place is for me. I have a deep longing to share everything. To never hold any thought for myself. If you stumble upon this and enjoy, I'm glad. If you stumble upon this and dislike, I'm sorry.


His purpose was to save us not from pain and suffering, but from meaninglessness. -Erwin Raphael McManus

Some want to live within the sound of church or chapel bell; I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of hell. -C.T. Studd

Religion exists not because God loves too little, but because we need love so much. In the end, all religions misrepresent God. They either dictate requirements for love or simply become a requiem for love. -Erwin Raphael McManus