OH NO!

I'm graduating from UCF on May third. PANIC TIME??? Soon, I need to write down what I have learned in college =]

creating with God's creation

A quote that speaks TRUTH

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

—	Jim Morrison.

Words > Pictures......... ?

A picture is worth a thousand words...

I used to get really upset that the Bible didn't have pictures. Yes, I had the picture story Bible for kids and things similar, but the real Bible, the ones that were in church never had pictures.
The artist in me wants pictures in everything. Not to skip the words of a story, but to add them.
Pictures aren't worth a thousand words. Pictures have the potential to speak hundreds of thousands of words to one, and a solitary word to another.
    I think God had people like me in mind when he left out the pictures of the Bible.
a. Think how confused we would be if there were images to analyze instead of only written doctrine!
b. I know if I saw pictures, I would add my own words to the Bible, this would be disastrous (to say the least.)
c. God is creative, I know this because he made me, giraffes and.... earth. Seeing pictures made by God would awe us to the point of despair towards our own work... like comparing a barbie to a human being.

So, even though there are no pictures (and even though few people would care to wonder why) the Bible is the perfect word of God without images to enhance the point of the book.
I think that maybe, the pictures of the Bible are in heaven. In a giant museum with all of God's art, and the art made for Him by His children. This is all speculation.... but I can dream =]



I'm noooo photographer... but I took this picture in the Dominican Republic.
My dad called it "Misery in Paradise."Hundreds of thousands of words are in
this picture for me.

Wise as a Giraffe

Reality is serious, and somber and black and white

reality fits into a box, in which there are no lies

reality is boring, and full of horrid facts,

but when I am writing reality will be much more than that.

So these are my realities from which I gain a laugh

reality’s not so serious, just look at a giraffe.

A neck to long, a head to small a tongue that isn’t pink

if the giraffe is part of reality, so am I, I think.

The lanky giraffe does not despair of the reality it portrays

I think this animal is wise to make better use of its days.

It doesn’t mind that we may laugh at how funny it may seem

it doesn’t care that it won’t fit in the box of reality’s dream.

So though I’m not always accurate, I can’t remember all the dates

I don’t have notes or facts all sorted in packages and crates

I don’t include a time line, there are not pie charts or graphs,

but I think it’s safe to say, I’m as wise as the giraffe.

Star Child: Inspired by Ella Vaughn

Star child breathing moon-soaked air

The soft silver light in her dark eyes

Reflects against her darker hair

At peace with fireflies milky wings

Her mind is her playground, though she isn’t quite free

Laying in the soft dewy grass looking up

Clean, cool and wind caressed

Nightmares gone, her mind at rest

Sure of where to run, but unsure of her place

The warm salty tears glow silver on her face

The stars are accepting, reality is escaped

The silent screams echo as she stares into space

Her secrets whispered into the wind

Her smile fades, time and again

Her thoughts are all still now, in peace crickets play

Paradise in the night, begs the star child to stay.

Wisdom from giraffes.

This is my inspirations for the books I want to write. Lessons in poetry from giraffes to children. Different, but fun... and me =]

Butterfly

I saw a butterfly today
it reminded me of you
I would have gotten it confused....
had the butterfly been blue.

"If tears could build a stairway
and memories a lane
I'd walk right up to heaven
and bring you home again."

Pretty sure God sent this butterfly to remind me of Guela. Nature is growing on me.

Retreat at Camp Kulaqua

It was cold last November,
even in my grey hoodie
and long polka-dotted socks.
We walked in the grassy field,
not yet wet with dew.
Just Kelsi and I.
The stars twinkled,
untainted by the lights
of the city.
The air had a crisp taste,
and we exhaled white clouds.
“Let’s lay down,” she said.
And for the first time in years,
I laid in the moist earth and soft grass.
Our voices were soft drones,
meshing with chirruping crickets
and rustling leaves
as we spoke of our tragedies.

“God,” I said, “life’s a bloody mess sometimes.”
“But not tonight,” she said.
“No, not tonight,” I agreed.
We lay holding hands, tickled by grass
and enamored by pictures
in the untainted stars,
until we shivered ourselves
to sleep.

Dear Little Brother

If we could go back, and be little kids

if only just for a day,

if we could go back to the old house

the old house where we used to play

I would let you come into my room

and I’d read you all my books.

We’d build a fort, and hide and yell

for dad to come and look.

We’d play with all your army men

and make Barbie marry G.I. Joe

we’d play with all the little cars

and make a sock puppet show.

Then we could play Indians

tie up dust bunnies, and wear only pants.

I’ll let you have the wooden spear

when we do our Indian dance.

Then we’ll run around outside

you’ll go faster in your new shoes

and if anyone tries to take your Pokémon cards,

I’ll say no, those are Drew’s.

I drove by that old house just last week

and I noticed something there,

the house we played in must have shrank

and the yard become more bare.

I always thought the house was huge

the driveway always covered in chalk

the front yard was our space station

when we blasted off in a refrigerator box.

I wish we could have one more day

to see that house as our castle of joy

one more day where you’re not a foot taller than me

when happiness was blanket forts and toys.