Monday, November 30, 2009

New Blog

Moving to a simpler blog, starting over.

http://loveislikeus.blogspot.com

if you want

Friday, November 27, 2009

There is God.

And He will take care of you.

He will let you love your friends.

He will let you love your enemies.

There is God and He will hold you.

There is God and He will hold you.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

You should be like me

I've always wanted people to be more like me. I don't know why. I'm not all that great. I would picture the world and what it would be like if everyone believed what I believe and felt how I felt. I used to think it would be grand.

I just assumed that that's how the world should be. If people just thought how I thought we would see how wonderful life was.

I would live with that in mind. I would work to make people see what I saw. Of course, I always fell short. No one ever really thought like I did.

What I didn't see was that I wasn't helping to bring peace to a chaotic world, I was taking away a part of the little peace this world has left.

There's a fine line between wanting what's best for the world and wanting the world to be the best for you, but the former will always leave you in peace at the end of the day and the latter will always leave you in despair.

You should be like you and don't let me tell you different.

Friday, May 22, 2009

heartened

do you dream of peace, lovely one?

you are human, i believe you do.

let us dream this once together.

let us dream of no more worry, of sadness fading.

it is our secret.

this is our place to be loved.

let us dream this once together.

that hatred never was.

that lies cannot be told.

let us dream,

this once,

oh lovely one.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

raindrop

i love you.

you might not believe it.

i want you to be happy enough to laugh and smile.

no harm can come to you.

the thieves will steal from you,

the liars will lie,

but you are safe,

here with God.

we love you.

though you get cut and bleed,

you are still whole.

though you are cursed and ridiculed,

you cannot be shamed.

we love you.

i love you. He loves you.

no reasons to cry.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

this is who i am.

i'm not a pretty picture.

not cut from a diamond.

i like truth when i see it, but sometimes i don't.

if you see different cultures in the world, even to look at different families than your own. you see that we are raised to be as our parents.

you see that we like certain things because we've been groomed to.

i don't think we should.

i say drop the forms. obviously they differ according to the country or family or religion you're raised in.

we don't need the difference of taste.

small desires shouldn't define us. we are not made for shells.

we are made for great ideas. choose something beyond what you were raised to choose.

step outside. be glorious despite those who would have you follow.

choose a path that you admire.

i'm not afraid of dying. i've never seen the point of that fear.

we weren't made just to survive.

i don't think if God wanted us to just survive there would be hurricanes and tidal waves killing so many.

what do we cling to?

this is who i am.

i am stepping outside.

i may look 'irresponsible', 'crazy', 'suicidal'.

but i know who i am.

i have no fear.

God has commissioned me to walk on water

why would i doubt?

Monday, April 6, 2009

Meaningless me

At some point in my life I started hating everything I was. That might often be seen as a bad thing, but it can be a great start to making a better person out of you.

I find myself constantly struggling against my identity as identities can often separate people from each other. Ideally, I’d like to be able to relate to other people. Ideally, I want to relate to everyone.

Where does that leave me? Maybe it doesn't leave me anywhere. Maybe I don't need to be anywhere? I don't know. I don't want to be different than you.

How close do we want to be to each other? How separate? If you give up your identity can you be there for anyone? Everyone?

I have no family, no culture, no race. I am human, like you. The differences between us are minuscule.