Project 86 Lyrics

So recently, my beautiful and awesome wife who doesn't even know I started this blog found a cd I had been missing terribly. I hadn't seen it in about year, and still, it was on my mind. I started listening to it again and realized that losing it wasn't a bad thing. It was a God thing. I remember really enjoying it, but not really understanding the lyrics much. These last few days the stories and meanings of the majority of the songs have literally JUMPED out at me. Take for instance this gem

"Wordsmith Legacy"

Knock knock knock
Sound the blows to the forhead from the
Mock mock mock
Of the words, a voice I hear every morning

Like stalking me from yesterday
The taunts of one who sought to frame
The picture of this desolate
This figure cowering

Every word a double edged sword
A double edged sword
My every word

Drop drop drop
Sound the sledge to the metal
Shot shot shot
Sound the pin to the chamber
My own words pound after me
Intentions bent on conquering
The very will I proudly claimed
Was the very axe that cut the nape

Every word a double edged sword
A double edged sword
My every word

(I'll never, ever look back
Sitting still, sitting still
Arrogant mindset of lusts
They search and strain and drink and stagger
When we are hollow
Sitting still, sitting still
You hate us cause we'll never go away)

"You can drown
In your own mistakes
Burrowing into the black
or you can take my hand"

Double
Edged
Sword
My every word

"This gift was never yours
So why would you ever think
That the words you said were your own?
I have chosen
And breathed
And forgiven
And changed
And purged
And cleaned
And forgave
And bathed
And carried
And soothed
And burned
And spoken and spoken and spoken and spoken and spoken and spoken and spoken...
Yours is not to proclaim...but only to obey."


Just awesome.

Description Practice

From the top of a dead stag, a buzzard gazed out across the land, waiting for some creature to succumb to the heat of the day and give up its life. A faint scent floated in on a light breeze, stirring the buzzard from its complacency. With an awkward flop, it left its tree-top resting place. With wings spread wide, it found a warm thermal and rode it like a moving sidewalk over the forest and field. An epic battle raged on the ground below, fought for as long as the earth was old. Though unnoticed by the winged scavenger, trees groaned on through their never ending struggle for more sunlight. Though large and powerful, one maneuver would take years to complete and centuries past before ground was taken or lost. Long bushy branches, like extremely hairy arms battered and pushed against each other. Multiple trees grown from the seeds of one blossom stretched ever upward in a race for higher standing. Never settling, never satisfied, always greedy for more, more, more.
Heedlessly the liver of the air passed by, drawn by the increasingly decadent smell of some form of flesh returning to dust. The bird flew lower and lower in slow circles over a field, tracing the scent. Finally it spotted its dinner. A large rat lay sprawled in the field, bloating and seemingly ready to pop. There was no apparently reason for its demise, but logic is seldom a part of the carrion cognitive process. Stepping the creatures grey head, the stubby white beak went to work, doing what it does best.
After downing a large chunk of especially soft underbelly skin, the lazy bird began to feast on the rich inner organs. With a now red beak, it removed the heart and lungs with the skill of surgeon running on a fifth of whiskey. The feast continued with the bite that's two bites at once, the stomach. Sadly for this poor buzzard, the logic that skipped being considered was the poison which did this rat in. Poison that was so strong and violent, it was still deadly.Before the rat was even half consumed, life had left the large bird. Days later, its scent would entice one of its brothers, and the circle continues.

Not a poem, a rhyme

Waters did churn
And bells did roar
The creature Gurn
Was at the door

Alarms were raised
Screams were heard
Fires blazed
vision was blured

The women ran
The men took arms
They had no plan
To defeat his charms

He was cunning
He was fearful
Always running
Never cheerful

He was crazy
He was mad
Hated the lazy
Despised the glad

The gloom of a dark cloud
His only relief
Under an evil shroud
He sulked in his grief

What could cause
Such malicious fire
What could break
All human desire

Though you may not believe it
It is all too true
One little grudge
That made its way through

The Results

Greetings.
Here are the results of me being found out.
I explained to all that were present that my mistake had been an honest one. I had trusted someone I should not have (thanks to my pops for the trusting strangers gene :) and got burned. It was something easily avoided, but for some reason, my guard was down and I let myself be duped. NOT AGAIN I SAY! But then again, we'll just have to wait and see.

The basics? Everything is good so far. One point is still being negotiated with a third party, but all will turn out in time.

Matrixaphor

The Matrix was an awesome movie. In a metaphorical sense, its true. While there are no robots controlling things, there is a higher power. And while we can't plug our brains into a computer to experience another reality, we can be reborn into Christ. Being reborn is not a natural occurrence, it is supernatural. As my pastor puts it "We are not getting a second chance at a natural life, we are getting a first chance at a supernatural one". It is possible to live a day to day life in the reality of heaven, and when we do, we are absolutely unstoppable.

Desolation

The winds of change were blowing.
The inhabitants of the land were moving.
The vegetation was wilting.
The air becoming toxic.
A noise like thunder rolled across the land.
There was no hope for the living, their fates were sealed.
Soon all was barren.
Suddenly, a voice boomed out over the land saying "For the last time, no farting at the dinner table!"

Mistakes

Mistakes.
They are how we learn, but lets face it, they SUCK!
I hate it when I screw up. Plain and simple. The really frustrating part is that it happens all too often. I often run though situations in my mind, visualizing if you will, only it almost never turns out in "reality" the way it does in my mind. Recently I made an error that will difinitely cause me problems. I have no doubt that I can make it through with my mind intact, however I am not looking forward to the reaction of some when they find out what I've done. It's not against the law nor is it immoral, it does however break certain pre-set rules defined at the beginning of a certain relationship I have.
It's weighing on me.
Oh well, I guess I should just look for what I can learn from it. Too bad I already know and knew in the first place. So why did I go through with it? Maybe because I was half asleep at the time, maybe its because I feel like I want to prove I can do something on my own that will be beneficial. Only thing is, every time I try, I fail. In doing so, I increase appearance of a lack of ability to make good and wise decisions. I know why I screw up though. It's not a mystery. If I took the time to ask Jesus what He though before I went through with stuff, and then acted accordingly, it would be a completely different story.

The reactions will be posted soon, for inevitably, I will be found out.