So, here you sit in a place like no other. I wonder the day stepping into hearts the size of my own. You keep free from my sin because you are my sin. What will happen when we realize we are each others savior and devil?

Let’s Burn a Selfish CD!

It was suggested, so let’s do it!

Think of your favorite selfish song, then send it to me along with your mailing address. I’ll put them all together on a CD, and mail it back out to each of you. To make sure the song stays somewhat selfish I’ll not put whose song is whose on the CD.

The e-mail address you should send it to is Blindsun101@aol.com

So, who’s in?!

Some Times I Wonder If It Is I That Is Upside Down Or If It Is Just the World Itself.

Why do some of us put love in terms of use?

Why temporary enjoyment of sin? Can't you keep sinning? It's temporary compared to the permanent feeling of a clean conscience.

Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.

In the end, it is impossible not to become what others believe you are.

I'm Song Selfish

Have you ever heard such a wonderful song that you only want to share it with one or two people at the most? It's as if others knowing this song exists would diminish its power between the few of you that know it. Usually I want to share music I find with everyone, but not this time. I'm sorry if I'm being selfish, but I'm sure a song I'm selfish about with you will come along eventually. It will be a song we only share with just a few people. Its existence will be a secret. We will hope the group breaks up before they get popular. That's what I feeling now.

What Would Happen If PreToronto Beth Met PostToronto Beth!!!

PreToronto Beth: "Oh! Who is that Hawtie!"





PostToronto Beth: "Oh my! What a sexy kitten"




PreToronto Beth: "I know! I'll blow her a kiss!"



PostToronto Beth: "AH! She's trying to kiss me!"

PreToronto Beth: "Uh! She doesn't like me? I'll show her!"



PostToronto Beth: "Oh my, look at that tongue!"




PreToronto Beth: "I know she wants me."




PostToronto Beth: "I know she wants me."

Weak Whitted Worbablers Won't Understand

"No matter how much I pet this cat she still wants to be petted more."

"Like me!"

The Mind Of A Child

I’m sitting in the local coffee house studying at about sunset. Outside a man plays a guitar. As the sun sets its light reflects off the metal parts of the guitar and onto the inside wall. In front of me a small girl sits, wide eyed, staring at the wall, watching the reflecting light dance to the beat of the man’s guitar strokes outside. Her mind is captured and consumed by the connective movement and distant sound.

-and the concept of the music video was born.

All These Things I've Done

When there's no where else to run
Is there room for one more sun
One more sun
If you can hold on
If you can hold on
Hold on

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know
No you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand
Another head aches, another heart breaks
I'm so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection no no no no
Help me out

Yeah, you know you gotta help me out
Oh, don't you put me on the backburner
You know you gotta help me out
Yeah

And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more sun
These changes aint changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be
Yeah, you know you gotta help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
You know you gotta help me out, yeah
You're gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier

Yeah, you know you gotta help me out
Yeah, don't you put me on the backburner
You know you gotta help me out

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and in
Last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I have done
Time kills hearts
If you can hold on

Proverbial Saul

Don’t stop! Don’t stop. Keep beating. Keep defying. Keep moving. Keep brawling. Don’t let them hold you down. Fight! Take your stance and wield your sword, because the battle continues whether you fall or not. Prove it! Lean on your armor barer. While everyone’s lost the battle is won. Defy!

Silent Moonlight

Every year about this time I can’t help but stare at the moon.

Some of us connect to the memorial of Jesus death by reading the scriptures leading up to the day of his death. Others connect by going out with friends after the memorial to appreciate the wonderful association made possible my Jesus’ sacrifice. Some connect, still, by reading an article on Jesus’ sacrificial death and what it means to them.

I, I connect through the full moon. Why? Because it is the same one that lit the roadway as Jesus walked toward the house where he was to have Passover. Because it is the same full moon that reflected on the blood Jesus sweat in the garden. Because it is the same full moon that shone down on the synagogue courtyard where Jesus was beat. It is the same moon that watched Jesus carry his own torture stake. Because it is the same full moon Jesus looked up at and past as he prayed his last words to his heavenly father.

This same full moon shines down on me every year at this time illuminating my watery eyes looking back up with humble servitude and heartfelt appreciation.

Some times I have perfect bad timing

Today, after studying for the book study, I lost my Daniel Book schedule.