I Find It Harder.

Everyday that draws to a close,
With a ribbon on top that's tied in a bow.
I know its the present that matter's the most,
But right at this moment I'm the ungrateful host.

She's a gift from heaven above,
From a God full of wonder and love.
But this selfish child is bratty and cruel,
What type of person would throw out a jewel?

This corny poem is killing me,
I feel it stinging more than the bee.
But how many times does one's pride get hit,
How many times must he fall in the grit?

Does the man make the mistake?
In which the consequence he must partake.
Or is he his own failing,
For everytime he is caught bailing?

None of it matters to me,
I am not that poor man.
I know the girl that I love,
And I will one day hold her hand.

I swear to you now that his is truth.
I know what I want, please God make it true.
I need this blessing I need to be heard.
I need to feel loved by this one single girl.

I love you God more than this life has to offer.
Please heed to my cry and make me so proud.
That I follow a God who will never forsake,
Drop his children like an old beat up rake.

So much in this life you have put there for me,
To turn to you and see your blessings.
Tell me she is one of them,
And I know not how I will say it...

But God, here it goes. Even if I never get what I want.
Even though I may scream and shout.
Know that forever and all eternity I will follow your path of righteousness and purity.
That through the calm of the day and dark of the night.
In the rush of the storm and quiet that lies in my sight,
You are the maker of all that I am.
None who I am belongs to me.
I pledge to serve you for every moment you bless me with.
Each breathe and each exhale, never were mine.
Now please Lord take this life, its not mine.
I find it harder everyday that draws to a close,
To not turn to you and say you are Lord.

Untitled.

I should be dreaming about *her* by now.
I should be able to remember my dreams about *her* by now.
I should be getting over *her* by now.
But there is so little in life to hold onto,
Why should I should I let hope of *her* go?

As if the ocean wasn't big enough,
Or the sky too black.
I find myself being enveloped by something that I can not control.
This downrush and upbeat of emotion is nothing new but is always unfamiliar.
Like a cousin you only see once every year.
The riptide is pulling me out into the ocean.
Gravity is letting me float out into the black.
There are simply so many questions.
So many thoughts.
Do I embrace the experience?
Do I fight and give into my instincts?
Who will I become in this new place?
Was I meant to be pulled out?
Was I meant to let go?
How far have I gotten from God to let myself leave the shore/ground?
Is it too late for me to swim/fall back to where I belong?
I know its my fault I am out here in the first place.
But is where she is, where He is at?
Or am I attaching my faith to an object of desire?
Not of lustful desire, but a heart felt yearning.
How young, is too young to love?
But how can I know love?
Those words in Corinthians do not translate into what I am feeling, or the lack thereof.
Why can my tongue not say what my heart is feeling?
Why can my head not know what my heart is aching over?
Why dear God can I not rise above these appendages strapped to my soul?
This flesh pulls me down.
My choices pull me down.
I pull myself down.
I am the soul offender and in this.
It is my fault.
I admit this openly.
That all my shortcomings are mine and mine alone.
I am ready to finally say that it is my heart that is culprit.
That I desired the objection in my life.
I desired the lust... I desired to hurt you...
But know that I speak in the past tense.
That with your strength I may find a new chance to forge my present and my future.
That You God, all things are possible.
Amen.

Fantastic News!

So I finally got around to getting in contact with MTV to suggest my
ideas for "Voice of a Generation" and they kind folks at MTV Thinks
replied in an extremely timely manner. Simply put, they said if I make
a few videos outlining my thoughts and ideas for the project, upload
them and email them the links they will consider promoting the material
through their site and if it works well enough, it may go further from
there.

In slightly less, successful news, TED has yet to
return my email I sent in nearly a week ago. In this state of inaction
I went ahead and called their main offices in NYC. I asked if they
offered any sort of student discount or financial aid support. The lady
was very kind in telling me no and that they did offer financial aid
for experts in specific fields and that they did have the TED Prize
winners. Neither of those really fit my conditions so I said thank you
and went my way.

But then later this evening spoke to a student
from my class who I decided to share my policies as the Junior Class
President with. Her first response was of shock mixed with hesitation.
Then she nearly became furious that I would institute a policy that was
for the most part singly aimed at opening up larger doors for Prom
possibilities. Apparently not every High School girl dreams of being
Prom Queen. So with some extensive explanations and a few thoughtful
considerations I retooled my "Benefits System" to include
extracurricular activities with parents notes and signatures and some
proof of said activity. And then with some more discussion we thought
of some more ways for the school to interest students in their futures
through having an Art Expo day the same day as the Art Fair. Have
artists and creative types from Photography, Film, Paintings, Graphic
Design, Musicians, Orchestras, Television, Fashion, and maybe even
Drafting and Design/Architecture fields come to speak to us briefly
about their lifestyles and careers and then have the rest of the day be
an Expo with the Art Fair open to the students and such. I mean, we
already have a Health Day, which is really for the most part a useless
day with no real purpose although the idea is good, so why not a day to
celebrate the Arts?

One thing is for certain this is going to be a big school year.

Supreme Computer God?!?!

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To Be Without Time. A Look Into Existential Theory.

1:39 AM on Saturday the 16th of August 2008 I hit what I call Creative Hour. Essentially, if I deprive myself of an amount of sleep and just let myself simply drift across my thoughts as I do whatever it is I happen to be doing at that moment (tonight I was listening to instrumental/trance music while reading up on tech blogs) I hit this point where if I have a pen and paper and can just start to write and usually can reach a fairly logical conclusion to an internal discussion that is brought out by the pen by the end of my writing. Tonight's entry was fairly... perplexing. I reread it and found a good deal of truth and inspiration in it. Here is what I wrote.

I hit this wall and keep pushing through. Vibrating like the Flash. Making my way pass the impassable structure of a googleplex of atoms in a solid crystalline structure keeping me from what is beyond/within. As my individual atoms awaken to conscientiousness they find faults in the wall and leak through. I being to disappear. I begin to cease. Then, nearly as fast as it began, I cease to begin. In a moment long than an age of man, I scaled the highest peak of human accomplishment, only to find a consuming flame burning eternally bright at the top. This Earth-bound star beacons me forward along a path it has awaited for me to walk since it was, is, and will be. For here there is no time. Only distance. You simply are. The journy is merely a destination awaiting to be reached. As is all in this life, it would seem futile, except for the constant reminder that even in the stillness, we, humanity, individuals, atoms bound by chemical bonds, are always in motion. This is inescapable. And yet completely desirable. To simply be is what we already are. Time has no meaning but to define a moment of who you were, are or will be. But the past Were's are not Are's. As are Are's not Will Be's. And Will Be's are simply To Become's. But "all" are the same. The Are's are made of Were's. Will Be's are hinted at by Are's. And in the scheme of things, we exist. In one form or another. Were's, Are's, or Will Be's. This earth was made for Will Be's, is inhabited by Were's, and is owned by Are's. And when you simply Are, you know who you are. When you Were, you can not Are, and you can never Will Be. But the Will Be's were and are to come and will be Are's when eternity comes.

Abandonment

Strange title for this post. I am abandoning nothing I have not already
said I would leave behind. I never left behind anything that did not
deserve to be in my past except for any real sense of normality, or
perception... If I had to change one thing in my life, it would be
perception. I never every have been adept at this. Journalism. I fail
at this. It is very hard for me to just try to write or type some
emotional characteristic of my day without doing so in conversation. I
rarely talk directly to myself. I just contemplate possibilities. Vague
and more like a day dream than anything else in my existence, such
contemplations fill my day. I do think of the future to much, and the
future becoming present. It just does not fit with a God of a Universe.
God has no need for time. Only we do. It defines how we live our lives.
We never simply are, we are always complicatedly locked in struggles
for change. Evolution. I keep think how completely absurd that title
is...



I am appalled of late at my inability to properly type, speak, form
words, create ideas. Does this mean I am at a crossroads? What do I
sacrifice when I choose one road or another. Or is it more of a
branching tree of choices rather than a road. I do like tree
analogies... They inspire, growth. As corny as that may sound it seems
that organic analogies and references of Jesus' were very successful. I
enjoy them... But I ramble. I feel that perhaps by choosing one path I
am abandoning the other(s)? Perhaps it is not so much I am abandoning,
as I am just drifting away from. Not truly forsaking, just not
choosing. But does that mean I am indecisive? Could a solid yes or no
do better than a cross evaluation from all angles? Where does logic
fail, and quantum physics succeed? Or has logic never truly succeeded?
Perhaps logic was the only thing holding us back in the first place.
Who is to say that our world does have any bounds? Jesus could walk on
water after all, so could Peter, so long as he believed. Maybe the real
question I am asking myself is, do I really believe?

Moon Theif

When the moon rises up,

Getting to light the whole world.

Shining so bright,

As lie we in bed curled.



Does it conscientiously think,

Of light it is stealing,

From sun we can't see,

But nonetheless is still beaming,



Or does it justify its act,

And claim that it just borrowed?

Does the sun hate the moon,

And wish to see it swallowed,



By the darkness that surrounds it,

Consumed by the lack,

Of any sign of good within it,

For it is the deepest black.



Only the stars,

Stand out amongst the sea,

Of evil in a world,

That is a lock without a key.



But the moon is the key,

To seeing the sun,

Even though the night is black,

The moon has already won.



For the moon is like Jesus,

To a world held in darkness.

Without the sun around us,

He is the only single access,



To the God of our universe,

Who is much like the sun,

Shining bright for all to see,

Until day time is all but done.



So if you find yourself in darkness,

Just as the blackest night,

Think of our great Lord Jesus,

And your world will become bright.



-Paul Matula



[Recap: Personifying the moon and sun was only the beginning. I choose
to make the Sun act as God, and the Moon as Jesus. Wondering from an
Earthly perspective if the Sun hates the Moon for reflecting its light.
But just as with God and Jesus, Jesus shows us God and his love on this
Earth. Just as the Moon shows the light of the Sun to the world at
night. So that is my poem to represent the analogy I found between the
Moon and the Sun, and God and Jesus.]

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?