Tuesday, May 13, 2008

trades i make

The room is blank,
the walls I mean.
I close my eyes,
the same ones.

It is beauty, hope on the rug.
it is evident, this love.
A dark wind blows,
the curtains retain.

Do away, please break the lamp.
open the shades.
Do away, please burn the bed.
ready the trades.

Life for death.
Love for hate.
Blood for dirt.
Sight for dark.


Death for Life.
Hate for Love.
Dirt for Blood.
Dark for Sight.


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