The Roads Edge

Every day we are speeding fast down a winding highway. Dips, dives, turns, and all the while we drive, there is never a guardrail on the edge of the cliff we drive along. Many times we see a little more of the bottom of the cliff and a little less of the road before us. Its a perilous journey. But the road is not where we were meant to reside. It knows not where to lead us. Every turn is judged by our imperfect eyes. The only hope we have is to be put to the wind, and jump. Slam the gas pedal and go over the edge. Take the risk and believe in the impossible. For whenever you lose faith in the unlikely, it becomes impossible. There was once a story that a business man would drive the same route to work everyday, at the same time, in the same car, with the same suit. And everyday he drove the same path, he saw the same boy, on his same bike, with his same backpack, doing something quite impossible. The young boy would ride his bike along the edge of fences on his way to school. Finally one day the man left at a different time to stop the boy to ask him why he did that. The boy said, "I never really thought about it." The man stated he was doing the impossible. The next day, the boy was not on the fences. The business man never saw the boy again. But the point of the story is, when we are told that we are insane, crazy, impossible, or what we do can not be done, it becomes so. Then how do we gain back the bliss of ignorance before our unwanted education? Can we break free of knowledge that the cliff we drive over will lead us to our death, and embrace a new hope that with faith we can do anything and everything.

Philippians 4:13- "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."

Conditionals Define My Expressions of Love

If I we're a poet these words would melt and boil your very heart.

If I we're a musician I would send songs to ensure you never depart.

If I we're magician a thousand spells of love to you I would impart.

If I we're a painter my love for you would be shown through my art.



But I am none of the above, I am a choice D on a test.

I am just an average ordinary boy trying to do my best.

I love poetry, music, magic tricks, and art,

But to you my dearest passion, are the one I owe my heart.



Though I may not be a poet, I pray these words to guide you.

My words flow into music and every note I swear will be true.

The magic we will share will always seem to be fresh and new.

My dear, God has blessed us, with a passion just for us two.



I still don't know your face, or the sight of your sweet smile.

But with each day closer to you, it will all become worthwhile.

Praying for James.

Fireproofsoul25 (10:06:03 PM): God I lift up James tonight here as we sit around with nothing but our hearts and you

Fireproofsoul25 (10:06:18 PM): I pray you take hold of his heart and remold it

Fireproofsoul25 (10:06:29 PM): give it a shape and strength unknown to this world

Fireproofsoul25 (10:06:44 PM): light it with a burning flame that has only been witnessed by precious few

Fireproofsoul25 (10:06:57 PM): let his own tongue be that of your pen

Fireproofsoul25 (10:07:14 PM): let him speak scripture like the birds sing praise to your kingdom

Fireproofsoul25 (10:07:31 PM): rearmor his soul from temptations and the lies of this world

Fireproofsoul25 (10:07:43 PM): may truth be his belt

Fireproofsoul25 (10:07:48 PM): righteousness his shield

Fireproofsoul25 (10:07:53 PM): faith his shield

Fireproofsoul25 (10:08:01 PM): this is all from my heart

Fireproofsoul25 (10:08:04 PM): to you God

Fireproofsoul25 (10:08:27 PM): that you let James know he is loved by the one whose own heart created the first love

Fireproofsoul25 (10:08:32 PM): who hands shaped out hearts

Fireproofsoul25 (10:08:47 PM): whos eyes saw all we can be and beyond what we can dream to become

Fireproofsoul25 (10:09:06 PM): whose presences brings strength and awe to our very souls and spirits

Fireproofsoul25 (10:09:16 PM): the God of the universe is smiling down on you tonight James

Fireproofsoul25 (10:09:21 PM): and i pray you take heed

Fireproofsoul25 (10:09:23 PM): Amen.

Fireproofsoul25 (10:09:32 PM): alright i feel better

Fireproofsoul25 (10:09:35 PM): who wants pancakes?

Fruits... Where Is Your Grocer.

Love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness and temperance. Galatians 5:22-23 tells us these are the fruit of the spirit. If these are the fruit then where is the tree, the vine, the bush, the grocer by which I can procure you. Holy Spirit do you hold these for us to happen upon? Or are they made freely available to us everyday? No matter where they may be, fill my arms with one of each. And maybe I will actually learn to live with each as though they were a part of my own countenance.

Another Brother to Confide In: AIM Conversation

Ruben, you have helped me in so many ways. Our conversation tonight really opened my eyes and helped me talk to someone new about the journey I wish to undertake. Thank you brother. May your heart be light with that High of 75. And may God truly show me the path to becoming that man of honor, that true follower of Christ who has the right words to say. Words of scripture.

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Return of the Jedi (Well actually just blogging)

While I may be no Luke Skywalker, I do relish the idea of possibly being a Jedi. Whether it is in real life (that would be so cool), or if I am a "Jedi for Jesus". Nerdy I know, but its always appealed to me since I was about 4 years old. A lot lately I have turned straight to my journal for pouring out my heart. I used to go and write in my journal and blog at the same time updating both. But lately the feel of paper and pen just seems a bit more natural as I read the word of God. So in order to try to breathe life back into my road to ultimate geekdom and Internet fame, I will return to the land of all that is keyboard and blogosphere. Expect a lot of updates from my journals from a couple of weeks ago and of course recently.

On to a few side notes to just go over quickly:
-I plan on now using Twitter a lot more in addition to blogging.
-I finally have a cell phone to use to my advantage for IM, texts, RSS feeds, and maybe some more.
-I successfully added iPod linux to my 5.5g iPod video and now have bragging rights to that.
-I blacked out during a 1000 meter race in my last track meet on Sunday January 27th. That would seem to be no big deal, it is track after all, but my body kept running the race. I actually finished in sixth place and received a medal for my placement. I just have no memory of actually running except for extreme pain in my abs as soon as the race started. My doctor says she has never heard of anything like this ever happening and I need tests run at the hospital and neurologist on Feb 13th or 14th so pray for that.
-I have acquired a very disturbing obsession for Miley Cyrus and she seems to be as necessary for my survival as the very air I breathe. Pathetic I know.
-While I have never felt closer to God lately than that moment on a hill in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, my grades are starting to slip drastically. I am somewhat fearful for my academics but I relish the fact that I feel a great passion for the word of God and journaling my prayers lately.

So be prepared for an onslaught of posts and new information on whats happening, because it is coming...

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Now playing: Jeremy Camp - Enough
via FoxyTunes

Honest Resolutions

I can never make any promise to myself that i can keep. I have a really big problem with being real with myself so its hard even just to think about what i would want to change about myself. I do know a few things though because lately I have had some time to think more about them.

1) I realize I have an obsession with Miley Cyrus and it creeps me out and makes me think a little harder at the same time. She is an amazing singer. She doesn't look too bad. (I know there are more beautiful women but she is beautiful in her own right.) She is a born again Christian, which is something I take in high regard. And she seems fairly down to earth, you know for a teenage pop star with her popularity.

2) VIDEO GAMES AND LORD OF THE RINGS ARE NOT REAL. Sorry Paul but you will probably never get the chance to fight Orcs, the Covenant, splicers, or capture genetic memories from hundreds of years ago. While the morals and stories are good in themselves, you need to find the balance between reality and fiction and learn how to translate those lessons in the video games into a formula you can use everyday.

3) Speaking of formulas, start working at your academics. You excelled in your youth due to talent and never had to work hard. Now the 2 tons of bricks have fallen on you and you don't know how to deal with the work load and the stress. Pure genius can get you far but a lot of the time hard work gets you farther.

4) You know that book you have always wanted write. Yeah all 15 of 'em. At least start them. Write at least 5 pages of each or summarize what you want them to be. That book of poetry. That book of adventure. Especially that book about your eventful rise to social geekdom via Youtube, lifecasting, Digg, and possibly side hacks on your iPod along with the whole bit-torrent scene.

5) Get over the fact that you have never had a girlfriend and just tell them you love em. Not right away but actually make an effort not to let opportunities for dreams to come true slip through your fingers. You cheap, lazy bastard you. You always have a tendency to hold it in until it breaks down into something that makes you sick or comes out while you are busy being sick. (Think about that one. There is a good riddle with there.)

6) Talk to God a bit more. You take your relationship with God for granted just like your gift of academics and now you are losing both. START WORKING FOR SOMETHING REAL.

7) No matter how much you think that getting into a fight will solve your problems, you need to find a better way to work them out. Albeit these fights have not yet happened but planning how you will successfully remove one's head from their body is not exactly productive.

8) Chivalry is not dead but hell it is dying like Caesar after a betrayal from Brutus. Painful and very bitter. And the worst part is, you're are the dying tissue. The wound in chivalry's metaphorical side. So patch up and get to it. You're not done being a gentlemen yet so act like the man you still are.

9) Stop ranting like this. You sound like a douche no matter how many times people say your advice helps. Learn to listen not to advise.

10) Actually I think the first 9 covered it. This year you actually set some goals. Real goals. Not try to lose weight goals or be a better person. But goals and the start of plans. Well done.

One of the best rants I have ever had! : AIM

FireproofSoul25 (9:47:45 PM): when you find yourself an incurable romantic you realize something... you're screwed

FireproofSoul25 (9:47:51 PM): sure girls think its cute

FireproofSoul25 (9:48:01 PM): "aww i want to read some of your poetry"

FireproofSoul25 (9:48:28 PM): but when your mind lies in the future, the present is the worst place to find a relationship

FireproofSoul25 (9:48:39 PM): so the breed dies out

FireproofSoul25 (9:48:43 PM): chivalry gave out

FireproofSoul25 (9:49:10 PM): and in the rubble and ruins of those ancient relics, came the perverts and "men" of today

FireproofSoul25 (9:49:45 PM): lacking morality and the depths of a soul they scavenge the earth for the helpless to snatch up and corrupt

FireproofSoul25 (9:49:51 PM): and society doesnt care

FireproofSoul25 (9:50:12 PM): so the last knights of chivalry hide in their last vestiages of hope

FireproofSoul25 (9:50:20 PM): in the pages of journals and epics and poetry

FireproofSoul25 (9:50:27 PM): to pray an eternity of prayer

FireproofSoul25 (9:50:36 PM): prayer that our age will once again rise

FireproofSoul25 (9:51:03 PM): that chivalry can find a foothold and destroy that from whence it came

FireproofSoul25 (9:51:17 PM): out of the ashes can never come goodness, but only pain.

FireproofSoul25 (9:51:23 PM): But from fire can come a good thing

FireproofSoul25 (9:51:27 PM): so instead of ashes

FireproofSoul25 (9:51:45 PM): we will burn until there will be golden hearts to replace each soul of ice

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Now playing: Hillsong United - Draw Me Closer
via FoxyTunes

clean slate.

Open up my eyes,
See right through my soul.
Unlock the door,
Thats keeping me from you.
Set a fire to my heart,
Flames burning with the truth.
Desires of this caged mind,
Keep them alive in an uncaring world.
Show me the love that burns within you.
Share the passions of a pure heart.
A love true and honest,
Innocent as white.
Tell me not of stains or blackness,
My soul is covered with them.
Bleach, tears, pain...
Nothing can remove this sin.
Scars etched into the soul,
Haunting this terrified mind.
A brother, a savior, a friend.
Someone to listen to my suffering.
Someone to heal this heart...

[You can respect this. I have no doubt. A revolution is a spark, the smallest of flames. Take away its oxygen, its fuel, and it suffocates in the darkness. Do not take away my oxygen. If you will not stand by me then please don't oppose me. Who would be cruel enough to reject an out stretched hand or open arms? Then I offer this embrace as a release from pain. Take heed of it. We all need a friend sometimes, I will be here waiting all the time. God bless the suffering for they shall be healed.]

Curses Of Weakness

God curse my heart, for it betrays me.
God curse my mind, for it confuses me.
God curse my eyes, for they deceive me.
God curse my lips, for they hunger after That which I must wait for.
God curse even my tongue, for it curses that which I love, have want of, and need yet still to curse.

But even after I have cursed, bless my soul oh Lord.
Bless this soul that screams of passion for you my King.
Where I fall in flesh, you catch me in spirit.
May your spirit work through my soul and into my flesh that will have not need to curse it.

For though my soul burns for you,
My heart is of a lover,
My mind is of a scholar,
My eyes are of a pervert,
My lips are of passion and longing.
And even my tongue is of the witty.

Let that heart be of a lover for God and His will.
Let that mind be of a school always thinking of God.
Let these eyes be of a saint always searching for your will.
Let these lips be of passion for God's word and His kingdom.
And this tongue be of scripture, flowing forth with His word.

But even now in the silence,
In the dark, still of this night.
My soul cries out in its burden,
Of its flesh to be set right.