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Who am I? That the bright and morning star, Would choose to light the way, For my ever wandering heart.
I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow, A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord, you catch me when I'm falling, And you've told me who I am. I am yours. I am yours.

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Saturday, March 12, 2005

Getting into heaven

A man dies and goes to heaven. Of course, St. Peter meets him at the Pearly Gates.

St. Peter says, "Here's how it works. You need 100 points to make it into heaven. You tell me all the good things you've done, and I give you a certain number of points for each item, depending on how good it was. When you reach 100 points, you get in."

"Okay," the man says, "I was married to the same woman for 50 years and never cheated on her, even in my heart."

"That's wonderful," says St. Peter, "that's worth three points!"

"Three points?" he says. "Well, I attended church all my life and supported its ministry with my tithe and service."

"Terrific!" says St. Peter. "That's certainly worth a point."

"One point!?"

"I started a soup kitchen in my city and worked in a shelter for homeless veterans."

"Fantastic, that's good for two more points," he says.

"Two points!?!!"

Exasperated, the man cries. "At this rate, the only way I'll get into heaven is by the grace of God."

"Bingo, 100 points!" says St. Peter. "Come on in!"

--Author Unknown


~9:59 pm

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Two Worlds - Phil Collins

Put your faith in what you most believe in
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see

A paradise untouched by man
Within this world blessed with love
A simple life, they live in peace

Softly tread the sand below your feet now
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see

Beneath the shelter of the trees
Only love can enter here
A simple life, they live in peace

Raise your head up
Lift high the load
Take strength from those that need you
Build high the walls
Build strong the beams
A new life is waiting
But danger’s no stranger here

No words describe a mother’s tears
No words can heal a broken heart
A dream is gone, but where there’s hope

Somewhere something is calling for you
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see


~11:01 pm

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Essay: Room

Scattered. Scattered and torn. Scattered, torn and red.

An unknown in a white trenchcoat walked through the door of an abandoned house. He stepped carefully over the messy things that had been laid there ever since the family moved out of the country in order to escape the angst. Cobwebs filled the entire area from head to toe. Swiping one gloved finger on a dresser table, at the tip of the pristine whiteness, lay gray powder.

The house was a double storey bungalow, complete with a handsome porch. But all was left were scattered remains, left in a hurry. As he stepped on the rotting winding stairs, moving up. It creaked at every pressure applied to it, adding to the creepiness of the zone. Finally, the man reached the entrance of where he was headed. He pushed open the door, reveling in the sense of familiarity. Some dust flew into his face and he sneezed quite violently. The sound of his sneeze echoed throughout the empty house.

His eyes lost the shadows as he slowly scanned the room. Toys lay scattered around in wild abandon. Some of it were torn. The heads of the soldiers were plucked out from their bodies, train tracks were all over the place and even some fluff from stuff toys were lying around, collecting dust. The bedsheet on the wooden bed was torn. Torn into multiple pieces. But what stood out in this room, was the redness of it all. Splattered blood all over the walls, on the bedsheet, on the toys, and onto the mirror.

The guy standing at the doorway smiled. SMILED!
A sound of a Raven flooded the area mistily.
And again, he smiled. SMILED!

He absorbed the feelings of loveliness, warmness into his heart as he walked around the room in silence. The only sound heard was his footsteps, and the now faraway sound of the Raven bird.

Safe. Comfort.
These were all he felt as he walked on further, his smile becoming a grin. Images flooded his head and he laughed.

Ooh, but it got to him. It did. Suddenly, his heart slammed against his chest and his right hand flew up to clutch that area. His vision went fuzzy and his mind swam with images from his childhood as he continued struggling to view this special room. But the darkness still tried to sweep him away into the the abyss, its smoke-like tendrils creeping onto his fingers wrapping themselves around him. Soon it overpowered him, and he fell to the ground.

Dead.

You see, this special room, was his own room. The room where he grew up in. The room where he murdered someone in. The room where he tried to escape from. The room, which still held him in its grasps, never letting him go. Even though it had its evil, it was still part of him. The part of him that he tried moving away from, but it left him empty. When he came back, it welcomed him again. Welcomed him back into the horrors of the dark.

Dead.

This room was where he started, and ended his journey.


~10:46 pm


Sometimes I wish that the stars would fall from the sky.
And as each falls, I catch, and put it in my heart for safekeeping.
Every time I fall into the web of depression,
I can just pick on star out and use it has a beacon of hope.

Stars, please fall... Give me your light.


~9:36 pm

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Finally...

There...what the toot...
I finally manage to hold on to everything on this blog page.
took me one hour just to get everything in working order.
this will only be a place to let out steam...yeah...let out steam...bwahahahaha....


~5:20 pm