A rose, a rose!

Once upon a world of tomorrow
I sniffed a row of mechanical flowers

The name, a "rose" they proudly borrowed
But their fragrance was overpowered.

"A rose, a rose," I did repeat,
"never before has smelled so sweet!"

Thoughts Half Thought

Echoes of thought off well-read walls
Reflect, remind of who I once was.
The silence was golden, but glittered not
Expression held back, but certainly not thought.

I ask no forgiveness for time that was lost
It was for me, and for you I was gone.
I had to weigh the good and the cost
Expression of thoughts half thought is wrong

But here I am to speak again
(Deep thoughts, emotions with God remain)
To share my heart and soul well thought
In such a way I know I ought.

It's been a long while since I've posted anything real on here. This is intentional, but I think I'm ready to be back. :) God is ever changing, shaping, molding me. Sometimes it's uncomfortable, but it's always beautiful whether I can see it or not. The problem lies in being at a point of not seeing and still writing that troubles arise. I have never been fake here, and I never intend to. But thoughts and feelings not properly processed which get expressed can cause damage. So I offer no apology for being gone, and I hope I don't have to apologize for being back. :)

The wonders of Photoshop

I installed Photoshop on my younger siblings' laptop, and they have taken to it quite quickly. They realized that they could add captions and express the inner dialogue that goes on in their little heads when they look at photographs. So, with Stephen and Chrisanna being so adept at expression, I thought I would create a photo blog for them to inspire creativity and let them share it with the world. I introduce you to Sandhamlets

Gold

My heart is pretending that this song is ending
But this poem will ne'er e'en start growing old
I waited and waited, but shouldn't have hesitated
But now is the time to be bold

Soul out of silence, heart on the mend
What used to glitter is now getting old
The time has come to no longer pretend
For not all that glitters is gold

Fall on the Floor

Wishing to cry
But I don't know why
Thousands or reasons fall on the floor

I hold it inside
With no one to confide
Don't want to be alone any more.

Edge of Gold

I opened up my bible after
Far too long had long since past
And came to quickly realize
That a soul can quickly rust

Protect your soul from collecting dust
Prayer is like an edge of gold
In God place your deepest trust
So your faith will n'er grow old.

Is it wrong to think you're beautiful?
Is it wrong to feel your pull?
Is it wrong to want to be your friend?
Is it wrong to love your soul?

Logic leave us

I've been thinking a lot about what i want to do with the rest of my life. More precisely, I've been trying to sort out what to major in in college. The top majors on my list are all technical ones. God has given me a brilliant mind. He has also given me the heart to see beauty and love. Sometimes, though, I feel like Spock. Love and Logic clash. Input not found. Love is not logical, but love is real. It is not a reasoned dissertation that moves the soul, but love. What amazes me is that I can see the beauty in logic. This is my gift. The most intricate theories of mathematics are beautiful. Math is beautiful. But now read this poem (which is still a work in progress). Don't read it in silence. Read it aloud. Hear it. Feel it. Taste both it's structure and beauty.

Logic leave us, let us love.
Facts and figures fail to feel
After all falls from above
Love is left, alone is real.

But beauty flows from out the mind
Intangible touches to the soul
Makes a man a man of kind
Holds the heart, makes it whole

A friendship based in beauty and fact
Love meets Logic hand in hand
Never did such strange attract
Free to fly, never to land.