Choices... Had Enough

Choices
"Right and wrong,
Consequence... good or bad,
Why so many choices?
Why so many consequences?
Why does it matter?
Cause it's the consequence...
It's right or wrong...
It's disipline...
It's good ro bad,
So many choices...
Which choice?
Light or Dark..."

Enough
"I've had enough, just let me go,
Just let me move forward!
Just let me live my life!
I'll take your guiding hand,
I'll look for and search for
your light on the shore,
Though the fog may be dark,
I know there is lower light to guide
me to the shore
I've had enough, it's time to take
a stand, it's time to forget the fog, and search for the light!
I've had enough, just let me go,
Just let me live my life,
I promise, I promise i'll hold to the light!"

"Pulling Weeds"

"I glory in tribulation, also knowing that tribulation worketh patience...

and patience, experience, and experience, hope..."

-Romans 5:3-4

"Pulling Weeds...

They never seems to go away...

always there to cause just a little more grief...

life would be far more pleasant...

if they would just go away...

they've always got to be in the middle of beauty...

and spreading themselves around every which way...

not caring whose soil they fall into...

yet still finding satisfaction in causing grief for beauty...

there's nothing like pulling weeds...

that annoys and irritates...

the mind of a boy constantly working to make it through..."

Experiences in life will teach you alot, it doesn't matter what it is, good or bad, but it always seems that in someway or another there are weeds that have to be pulled in life to make life a little more pleasant. A little more enjoyable to live. When the really big weeds come into life, they stick out like a sore thumb, but whose to blame for the weed, who knows... but nothing hurts more than to know that the weed came from one plot, to another plot, to another and was put in your plot to come back at you and cause you more grief simply because you tried to clear all of the weeds in the first place. Simply worry about your own weeds and leave the others to whom they belong too.

A Wall. Friends. Good Times.

So in thinking about what could possibly write about, some things have come to me that have been quite important to me. Mainly that of what has been keeping me sane these past few weeks.

On my knees, no reply

middle of a storm, answer arrives

someone seems to care, maybe Omniscient

drama... no need for... the stress

girl on my mind, can't get her out

practical joke, best friend is back

serenade, thanks to a wall

back on my knees... always a reply...

did i doubt... never again...

Frankly none of us would be where we are at in this world if it wasn't for the people around us, no one can argue that point. Friends have changed at least one life at some point or another, no disputing, can't disagree, i would be lost, i had been lost, thanks to a reply, a wall, and friends, good times have been created.

Torn...

Torn... Sealed
pleasure... Pain
Love... Hate
Freindship... Enemy
Peace... Chaos
Simple... Complex
Heavenly Father... Satan
Attraction... Oppossed
Want... Can't Have
In My Hands... Gone
Torn... Together...

Dirty Mouth... Sunshine... and lovers without love...

"all you are is shooting star, in a sky that no ones watching anymore...

your the hallway light that kept me up at night, until i learned how to roll over and ignore...

you were good, you were good, you were good but not good enough..."

-Brinton Jones-

"Because time will pass on by, till the day that you die... skipping stones across my soul... because time will pass on by, till the day that you die, that you die..."

"This road has over taught me lessons about my lonely soul...

i am young and getting wiser, soon i will grow old...

trip my heart from misconceptions fill my eyes with grief...

let me make my own connections in this endless sea...

theres lovers without love, theres lovers without love, theres lovers without love like me...

-Joshua James-

You can't quite explain an artist that straps a guitar over his shoulder, walks up to a microphone and poors his heart out on that piece of equipment. it's as if the communication is soul to soul... it's not about how many fans you can aquire, how much money you can make, how many girls you can get around your car after the set, how many cd's you can sell, and so on...

simply... it's about lyrical harmony, and beautiful music that comes from something real and genuine...

"I dream of dusty roads, paved with gold that lead me in your eyes...

The marmeladed paintings sing a song that not the crows will try...

The Piano screams a sound inside your lips I have found,Something I could never save...

The current pulls me down, into your river deeper now,

than I had ever planned to sink, planned to sink...
Scattered winds blow me cross the ocean,

Turns and spins, leaves me breathless, but with no sense of my direction,

or where the main land sits, where I find my soul..."

-Joshua James-

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