the unexpected...when mountains don't move.

random writing stuff

sometimes I like to write poetry uncensored unedited free flow writing.  It's very therapeutic.  Basically I just write the next word that pops into my mind and usually by the end its some sort of a poem and I can go back and read it and it tells me stuff about whats going on in mah soul.  It's interesting...anyways....so here's some that I did...and then I'm gonna do one live.  :)  just cause its fun and revealing and vulnerableizing.

Library of passion

try to store up what is laid to waste

never try to erase the past

is history

and never meant to be

forsaken or foresold

beyond what is simplicity

lies a greater truth

and mystery of all

that is to be and to have and to hold

lady in waiting gather your skirt

and run in the rain

towards the hills.

Come away with me to a better place lovers long gone and a broken dream too many things unseen left undone and I just can't scream or run and I want to hug you under the moon in June or springtime when everythying is perfectly fine but all this dust and ash is holding me back from truth and beauty that I once knew forgive me and give me flowers coutnless nights away from the day from the gaze of the light of splendor try to release this ardor and passion in my soul compassion of all that I want to know release this heart this art this joy longing to give you something that I love something that I knew forever and a day seems a little gray and I just want to be sometwhere else than here.

Ignite waters on the clouds that gently sway like leaves corroding my eyes in sleep and lying like lilies in the street where cars run african children tell me of something call out to me like butterflies wings diging a well too deep for words to travel down sweet like sleep and I crash crash into this like waves of the ocean of commotion and emotion s running wild through my veins hot like embers unquenched by rains summertime umbrellas keep my skin from being burned and I yearn and I yearn for seasons lying dormant in my soul vanilla musk in the air in the misty sticky muggy air that makes my skin damp and I just wanna dance til I sweat til I bleed out all that is inside me hallways rooms hidden dark places secret places where there is peace and mystery and intrigue and I follow the lead and discover rest and discover beauty and discover uncover the hidden the unknown discover explore traveling out on a ship an adventure of life of all that is life of lying in fields of flowers lost in love beneath the sweet sunshine of adventure of romance of setting sail across the ocean to Africa and beyond of adventure and of life

I'm tired of being pretty I'm sick of being clean  I wanna get dirty I wanna bleed  I wanna trade my riches for somebody's rags and give away all of me and everything I have

I'm sick of the mundane I'm tired of the sterile I need some mud and clay and hot sticky weather I will not live a nice pretty life  I wanna cry and ache and fight

I wanna get dirty hands to really touch the land to spill some blood and mix it up with mud and make something new from these pieces of You I wanna get dirty I wanna get dirty hands

I don't have to cross the oceans but I am going to the people Cause I won't live inside a building or underneath a steeple An obsession for the places that are called unclean to break out the captives to set the slaves free

Fires burn away captivity poverty  Fires burn away complacency hypocrasy Fires burn Fires burn

My BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!

It's almost my birthday! :)

I'll be twenty 3.

Remember:  What is within you will soon surround you.

Ephesians 3:20 :  This verse rocks my world. 

I'm so excited about this verse and all it means and all Holy SPirit is doing within me....

that I can't sleep!!!!!!!!!LOL.

I LOVE MY LIFE!  IT's GREAT TO BE ALIVE.

for the compassionate ones

This is for the compassionate ones.

This is for the ones who cry at night for the orphans.  This is for the ones who stain their pillows in intercession for the lost.  This is for the ones obsessed with discovering ways to help the forgotten children of Africa.  This is for the ones who have carried a country in their heart for years, but have never gotten to step foot on it.  This is for the ones who dream day and night of their country, of their continent.  This is for the ones who see Jesus in the eyes of the sick.  This is for the ones who pray for the homeless on Christmas Eve.  This is for the volunteers at the soup kitchen.  This is for the ones who have a separate closet for the things they are giving away to the needy.  This is for the ones who cry when they watch Feed the Children on TV. This is for the ones who leave their comfortable familiar lives and go to some foreign place where they dont speak the language in hopes of helping someone and telling them about Jesus.  This is for the ones who go every Saturday to play and pray with the Project Kids.  This is for the ones who want to go to school to learn how to change a country.  This is for the ones whose hearts break every time they see someone in a wheelchair.  This is for the ones who get excited to pray for healing every time they see someone in a wheelchair.  This is for the ones who go home at night and cry out to God for the person they prayed for today in a wheelchair.  This is for the ones who take time to talk to the mentally disabled grocery store bagger.  This is for the ones who just wish they had more money to give to the needy family down the street.  This is for the ones who pinch pennies so they have enough to sponsor a child every month.  This is for the ones who build wells so people have clean water to drink.  This is for the ones who donate their time to help someone in a foreign country.  This is for the ones who donate their time to help someone in need down the street.  This is for the ones who dedicate their lives to relieve the suffering of the world.  This is for the ones who know they cannot leave this earth until they have made a difference in the suffering of humanity.  This is for the Mother Teresas, the Ghandis, the Heidi Bakers, and the ones that well never know their names.  This is for the faceless nameless ones that carry the beating aching living heart of God inside of them.  This is for the missionaries, the martyrs, the revolutionaries, the prayer warriors.  This is for the little girls and little boys who are now adults and still want to and still believe