“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” - Jack Kerouac

Monday, August 31, 2009

Monday, August 24, 2009

Where are you, Compassion?

"I will live, to carry your compassion.
To love a world that is broken,
To be your hands and feet.

I will give, with the life that I've been given,
To go beyond religion,
To see the world be changed,
By the Power of your Name."


Lincoln Brewster

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Thank you God.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Delusional Angel

Daydream delusion, limousine lashes,
Oh baby with your pretty face.
Drop a tear in my wine glass,
Look at those big eyes.
See what you mean to me,
Sweet cakes and milkshakes.
I'm a delusional angel,
I'm a fantasy parade.
I want you to know what I think,
Don't want you to guess anymore.
You have no idea where I came from,
We have no idea where we're going.
Lodged in life,
Like branches in a river,
Flowing downstream.
Caught in the current,
I carry you, You'll carry me.
That's how it could be.
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?