Monday, December 23, 2013

Mercury

Mercury
By Sleeping At Last
 
Rows of houses,
Sound asleep.
Only street lights
Notice me.

I am desperate,
If nothing else,
In a holding pattern
To find myself.

I talk in circles,
I talk in circles,
I watch for signals,
For a clue.

How to feel different.
How to feel new.
Like science fiction
Bending truth.

No one can unring this bell,
Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.
God knows, I am dissonance
Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.

I’ll go anywhere you want,
Anywhere you want,
Anywhere you want me.

I know the further I go,
The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed.
And somehow I’ve fallen in love
With this middle ground at the cost of my soul.

Yet I know, if I stepped aside,
Released the controls, you would open my eyes.
That somehow, all of this mess
Is just an attempt to know the worth of my life…

...made of precious metals,
Precious metals,
Precious metals inside.

I’ll go anywhere you want me
 

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Departure II

Absence makes the heart grow stronger.
-Unknown

     Home? No, not now. Just a place I once lived. Just an area where I found friends, good times, bad times, and a lot of soul searching. But home? No, not home. Why? Because home just moved. Again. The beauty of the hardships is that in order to become strong, we must be tested. Part of that is being moved. Part of that is letting go of everyone and everything because your love for God is far greater and stronger. God will not let you abandon your family, quite the opposite, but as the quote above says, it must be because I have not yet understood the meaning of true love. I will learn this again and again, and again. It is a part of my life.
     It is miserable and magical at the same time! Have you ever wanted to just start over? New area, new friends, new life? Well, I get to do that every 6 weeks to 6 months. For better or for worse. Every missionary does. And that is the beauty of it all. To me, it is a way to perfect myself, like a twisted real life version of Groundhog day and reincarnation combined. I get to restart. 

     I am very sad to leave New Mexico right now. It really grew on me, and I learned so much here. I learned that I had MDD, I learned how to try to stop it, I did a ton of soul searching and rising from ashes... Again and again I was helped by many others. New Mexico was the start of my true repentance and my real path to learning how to live. I have been pretty successful faking it for a while, but now it is time to truly live. To become passionate about what I get to do, what I have paid to do, what I have been asked to do, and to do it the absolute best that I can. Now is my chance. I cant help but feel a little sad about leaving this wonderful place, this home away from home, but I also know that I am needed elsewhere, that I get to really be able to help others again. 
 
     So here I am, on this bus going from the middle of nowhere to the middle of nowhere, the various tans, browns and beige's cast from the dead New Mexico scaping the way. It's impossible to not shed a tear as the bus mercilessly continues its path away from my second home, but it is a mere testament to my love for the people of Deming.
    
 
Goodbye.
 
     It seems that my life as of late has really only been one departure to the next, with only enough time to get to know and love the place before. It is strangely exciting in a morbid kind of way, your heart grows weary at the sight of new faces and places all the time, and yet you cannot wait to just get out and see it all.
     I mentioned Groundhog Day (the movie) and how I kind of feel a connection to it. I really do, it seems that every time I get to restart, I get to work on the failures I had and change them to successes. It is strangely satisfying to have that opportunity, to get... closure. Though unlike Groundhog Day I do not have the benefit of having everyone think it was all only in one day, it is a whole lifetime. I was doodling around with some good old verse, and was struck by something I wrote a few months ago:
 
The pains of cleansing
Refreshes and renews
Assaulted with sensing
My small heart grew
 
     When we feel pain, it makes the times that we feel joy so much the greater. I love the quote "Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length." by unknown. A life is a journey, not an outcome. We are not judged in the end by what we did, but by what we bacame. Who we bacame. What we stood up for and why, and that takes time and practice. That takes tests and wisdom, which is only earned by trials and tough situations. One of my trials is learning to better get along with people, and trying to better myself through helping and seeing others. That means keeping me on my toes by cutting off my comforts. It is beautiful, like I said, in that slightly depressing way. Weary goodbyes are soon replaced with lovely hellos. It is just how life works, even we if we do not meet again this side of Heaven, God be with you till we meet again, friend. 

Monday, December 16, 2013

Grey

Grey
By J. Mahlon Allred

My, how the madness of confusion settles!
No longer this seems a struggle for dark or light
Continually pressed onward, my faults now meddle
For these shades of grey we seems now to fight

Manias of distortions, this war is but exceptions
Right and wrong accusingly finding loopholes
In the end, who is right in these deceptions
Or are we both condemned to the darkness so cold?

Yes, I think so, but we seem not to halt
The bitterness so evident in our lies
We always try to make one at whole fault
Instead of commending one another's tries

We make mistakes, of that I am certain, 
But yet we refuse to overlook
Continuing the segregation of this great curtain
It seems we have eternally forsook

The insanity of uncertainty, a continual ache
Begins to gnaw at my soul
I started to estrange from my masterful plan I did make
After I saw my heart full of holes


Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes by Francis William Bourdillon

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes
By: Francis William Bourdillon
 
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
 
The mind has a thousand eyes,
The heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.


Monday, December 9, 2013

Finding Faith to Find

     One of the greatest horror and thriller writers of all time, Stephen King, once wrote about the art of horror and fear. About this he specifically said "Nightmares exist outside of logic. There is little fun to be had in explanations. Answers are antithetical to the poetry of fear."
     According to this, then, our fears, though are very real and pressing to us, may in fact be a simple figment of our imagination. But even more interesting than that is that they are scary to us because we do not know what will happen. The ending, and the outcome is a mystery to us, and because of that we cannot find any comfort knowing how great or little the chances are for coming out of this alive and well. The answer is hidden from us, and we sometimes cloud up the answer because we fail to recognize that sometimes things are more simple than we think.
     I am absolutely this way. It is where my depression and my Anxiety come from, the inability to see the solution, and the masochistic side of me almost doesn't want an answer. It seems almost as if it is an excuse to fail. "Oh, there was no answer, and because of that there was no way to win. I had to lose."

Sounds logical, right?
     And granted, in a world of fear and with the sight of fear, it is logical. We cannot win every time, and so I suppose we will win none of the time. It reminds me of the whole "Realism" genre in writing. Realism is anything sad and wrong and bad that could possibly happen. It is a direct contradiction to the too happy and unrealistically hopeful Romanticism movement earlier before the Civil War in the early 1860s. Realism is a very dark beauty that focuses on everything bad in our life. The logic is that we cannot win every battle, and so when we do win those few battles that we will be happier than if we had expected success. That may in fact be true. I knew it to be the case for a little while. My victories, though small, where unexpected, which gave an interesting sense of hope.
But wait, isn't that contradictory to Fear, skepticism and pessimism?
    Why yes, yes it is. One of the interesting flaws of pessimism is that it is merely a watered down and less hopeful version of optimism. It is simply a hopeless man's way of getting hope, though it is done in such a less effective and more destructive way. Fear operates outside of true logic. Fear blinds us, and tries to keep us blind, while telling us that the dark isn't such a bad place, and that there is a kind of strange beauty in being blind.
     Well guess what? I am sick of the dark. I am sick of not knowing, of being too scared to ask because I just might be rejected. I am sick of being in the actually one sided "neutral" ground. This is hope. If fear and faith are opposites, and if Stephen King is right, then Answers must be the very essence of faith. Yes, when we excersize faith and hope, we are constantly looking for the answer, and we know that one day or another we will know it. One day, I will understand. Even if it doesn't happen the way I wanted it to, or if things work out for the worse right now, things will ultimately become better.
     Now, this isn't to be confused with the wishy washy world of Romanticism. Life is rough, and hard times will come. We will constantly be "purged" of our weaknesses by confronting them. Expecting and realizing this is key to become one of faith rather than one of fear. We also must realize that hard work and failiures are to be expected, though success must also be expected if we are to push ourselves to work hard. If we want to change the world, we must first show the world that we want change, and as Ghandi once said "Become the change you want to see in the world."
     I know that this is good and true. I know that even when we are in the darkest and worst of nightmares that one day the sun will gloriously rise. I cannot really explain how I know this except that I tried it out. You too, can know and feel of this beautiful faith and love that I have, all you have to do is let it in. I found it through Jesus Christ and His sacrifice for us. I found through Him and His eternal love for us, that we can become clean and ultimately happy one day, even if that day is not today, or even tomorrow. I know that it will come though, and I invite you to also learn if faith works. Unless you take a step from the dark, how can you ever know?