Teach me to feel, teach me to feel again I want to love you, the way I did back then I’ve grown numb from all of the pain Through it all, your love has remained I don’t deserve, someone like you I have hurt you, by the things that I do I stand before… Read More Teach me to feel
Each man has three versions of himself: the man others think he is, the man he thinks he is, and the man he really is.
When tragedy strikes there is no ambiguity. There is no haze. There is no fog. Through tear-filled eyes we clearly see the solid line of life and death. We look around and everything is different. What seemed urgent yesterday is now insignificant. Those we love the most are hurting. We see that they need us,… Read More Clarity in Tragedy
What if I’m not distracted, but the only one focused on what really matters?
I feel like I make empty promises I watch you suffer through the pain I want us to laugh like we once did I want to dance with you in the rain Wash away the cares that weigh us down Remember the excitement of… Read More On a Night Such As This
The professor mentioned something that intrigued me toward the beginning of the lecture. He mentioned patent protection and then moved on into trademark law. My brain was aroused, not by his lecture, but by the memory of a plan I had for a product that would revolutionize personal hygiene in the restroom (don’t ask.) In… Read More Are you distracted?
“I laid myself down to retire Awoke to find I had expired.”
They say between now and forever – that I may become a wise man And the lessons I will learn through the years – will help me understand And over time I’ll learn to endure all the pains that flow They say between now and forever – many a love will come and will go… Read More Lessons of Life
Why use a tragedy as an opportunnity to hurl insults? Disagree with her politics in a public debate and discuss the issues. Saying mean things about her, NOW, in the aftermath of a terrorist attack, reveal a less than Christ-like motive. It shows a heart as dark as those strapped with explosives. Godly discernment… Read More Ranting – Against Haters
In an oak chest in the basement Of the house my family has lived in for so long I found the things of a soldier A grey hat, some letters and an unfinished song It hit hard to read about his hell Life is tough if you can’t trust a soul After reading all his… Read More Unfinished Song