Ramble of ramblings

hello...there.
the sox won, 8 straight wins to victory.
johnny damon is by far the coolest baseball player known to man, or beast. listenin to espn radio today my ears fell captive to the dan patrick show which hosted so many rad people... one of which was a collumnist for sports illustrated. he was talkin about the sox and brought up damons wierdness. one topic of conversation was pre game rituals, damons include chillin naked on the locker room couch as well as doing naked-pull-ups in a brave attempt to pump his team mates up..hmm..the second was the preseason conditioning that damon required of himself. if you havent set eyes on this guy you are missing out. hes is a reformed pretty boy gone bearded mtn man. what he did to get in shape for the regular season was run late at night, no theres more. he would chase cars down his street late at night in an attempt to catch them...the hound never catches the rabbit. how rad would that be! coming home from some lat function to have johnny damon chase down your car in sweat pants and a beard. i dont wanna write much more so i wont. ive expelled all i can expell.
later

http://www.chairandcouch.com/nostinkingway.mov

this seems to be one of the coolest videos ive seen...

i remember that night as if it were a crisp apple being torn by my hunger, the siegel father was gathering rage for hours. at the specific moment that you see his primal fury he was destroyed by his son, young joshua siegel. the previous hours of this night held his blood, and much of it at the hands of josh and i. not long after this glorious incident the elder of two, jermey siegel entered a fit of halo mastery.

later

Axed, given the boot, disowned, cut loose, fired.

today was quite an amazing day and in this day God showed His mighty arm of provision. today i was scheduled to go to a demo class at starbucks so i could learn how to sell $300 coffee machines to dumb customers. that was the plan as of 3 days ago but i now knew that i when i got to work at 12 it would be my former place of work. i went into the Lyons Den this morning to say hi to the owners, you know show the face and give a good impression. i showed up at 11 and lynn decided to interview me right then and there. it went awesome, incredible, good. i then hustled home to get my starbucks garb for my final exit and fancy farewell. i got there and signed the paperwork then bid hasta to the cool kids of redmond town center starbucks as a "partner." i guess im sad about it but for the rad relationships i have developed. hmmm...i havent thought much about it till right now. im really gonna miss that place, more than i knew a few hours ago. anyway i got a call from the Lyons Den at around 4:30 and they have hired me so i was jobless for no more than 4 hrs...GOD IS AMAZING.

(fif)...EVERY NEW DAY
man versus himself, man versus maching,
man versus the world, mankind versus me.
the struggles go on the wisdom i lack,
the burdens keep piling up on my back,
so hard to breath to make the next step,
the mountain is high i wait in the depths,
yearning for grace and hoping for peace,
dear God increase.

Healing hands of God have mercy
On our unclean souls once again
Jesus Christ, light of the world
Burning bright within our hearts forever
Freedom means love without condition
Without a beginning or an end
Here's my heart, let it be forever Yours
Only You can make every new day seem so new

Memories and stories that are told.

Summer night skies bridge gaps between divine and inconsistent.
We're both here, you in yours, me in mine. Apart.
In these moments when stars find stillness we can speak.
As close as I can come, as near as you will be.
Almost cool enough to leave, but somehow your warmth finds me.
Distractions glow beneath, your name is on my lips.
Your voice could stop my heart so I lay belly up forgetting how to breath, forgetting how to see.

the sky has grabbed my attention in recent months, the vastness of His creation is startling. that poems about a specific night when i lay on the roof of a friends house for quite some time waiting to see a shooting star, it never came. no shooting star but i did retain the feeling of complete chaos caused by being so small and inferior to such a mighty Father. although small and inferior i am found to be much more than insignificant. Under the stillness i was found to be a conqueror and a herald.

peace and much hairgrease.

ok so ive been thinkin about my favorite things lately (as one might do if they had things that brought them more joy than others) and i suppose i should and will share them with myself, since i am the only one to read this dumb thing.
i guess the coolest categories are music , writing and all around coolness...

Music

• Five Iron Frenzy (inspiring, fun)
• Blindside (ripping off your face, amazing)
• mewithoutYou (provoking, stirring)
• Pedro the Lion (relaxing, relational)
• Squad Five-O (energizing, unrelenting)

Writing

• Clive Staples Lewis (enlightens the enlightened, anomally)
• Michael Reese Roper (humble...hmm, imaginitive)
• Aaron Weiss (------ -- ----, incredibly gifted)
• Dustin Kensrue (knowledgeable, wise beyond age)

Coolest Things...by far

• Going to buy that anticipated cd and not being disappointed by the unravelled plastic and paper.
• The opportunity to repent
• Summer night skies bridging the gap between the divine and the inconsistent.
• Sheila, my ill-fated, tattoo wearing mini of a van.
• Speaking before you taint all words with insecurity, and supply demand.
• I'm sure there are more so i will put this one here in sweet honor.

so i guess thats it for now...WAIT! this is far too crazy to not share. I was in Des Moines (WA) hangin out with my mom and sister today cos i dont get to see them much...i get a call from josh (mr. endeavor) tellin me that the Lyons Den is looking to hire someone as a barista (my current job at Starbucks) well i tell him thanks and that i will turn in the application tonight after i get home from me mums. not 2 minutes later i get a call from Starbucks! its stephanie, our cool boss asking me where the heck i am...i am absolutely dumbfounded because i had NO idea that i was scheduled to work...i freak out and tell her i will be ther ASAP. ive got to go get my work clothes from bothell then go to redmond, this would potentially take more than an hour to do...NOT GOOD. im on the road up to the freeway about 3 minutes later weaving in and out of traffic in an attempt to be less late than i would be if i obeyed the law. then stephanie calls back and tells me that they got it covered and i dont have to come in...i have no idea what this means, am i gonna get fired, am i gonna get scoulded again, am i going to get away with it? i then remember that JOSHUA called me and said that i pretty much have another job waiting for me. GOD IS GOOD. if this makes no sense to ya its cos im still excited and typing the way my mind thinks, out of order and incoherent. goodnight.

Dove or Hawk

I was watching Hannity and Colmes last night and some old guy referred to John Kerry as trying to be both a dove and a hawk. I loved that analogy the second i heard it, i wrote it down immediately and later that night applied it to something we all need. its about grace and the ways we often view it.

Dove or Hawk

Splitting skies, the clouds awake.
Light is found here, in this night
before days break.

It knows no end, no bridge to cross.
Amber waves seeking sand,
pounding shores of loss.

Arrogant “I cant erode!”
“I’m far too strong” I say
“I’ve paved this road!”

More distance granted grace appears.
Dove or hawk I see
my hope or fears?

Closer sight reveals my lie,
I seek to skin my self alive!

a predator of truth and love,
soon this will end and the hawk will forever be a dove.

Last night i saw endeavor play at the Graceland, it was one of the best performances they have given. i really enjoyed myself, it was a change of pace from the usual. that being go to the venue hours before the show to setup with the fellas then during the show take pictures or listen intently for flaws to talk about later. i didnt examine the music for what it was or what it wasnt, everything was ignored except for the task at hand, enjoy myself. that was rad cos i feel like i havent had much fun lately. life hasnt been a drag but it hasnt been up to my high expectation of what i so humbly think it should be. i danced for multiple minutes, not the waltz or electric slide but a spectacle described as a tornado of hair thats kinda drunk. i dont drink but i tend to appear that way in mosh pits. before it all started one of those white bubbles appeared above my head and said "yo adam you arent wearing shoes dummy" I then replied "yes? you arent wearing any either!" its funny how pain is numbed when yer having a good time. ok so heres a dumb poem i wrote 5 minutes ago...

This looks like progress,
I’d better follow suit.
Cloth myself in all they are,
Clean myself of what I am.
I don’t see it as conformation,
Rather a confirmation of who I should become.
It shouldn’t be that bad,
In fact I’m told its gonna be pretty good for me.
Soon I won’t have to apologize for my coarse, common tendencies,
But for now, I’m sorry.
Not for the ignorance but the sawdust I present as useful.
this chaff will be a chest and I am told it is going to be good for me.

Stuff written in the past few weeks...

Wrote this last night...my frustration is mounting, i cant get out of this rut of rhyming...see!
i also just heard a Postal Service song and i liked it.

Speak to me in lack of words,
sing me songs in distant chords,
pluck thy harp with sudden stillness
retreive my soul and father fill this.
a life unlived im giving you,
describe the path, the one i choose.
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Abel’s Blood

barely born, we hide our shame,
vice or thorn they've hurt the same.
indignant nature we befall,
reeling from deceptive gall.
screams arise beneath our tread,
these telling souls of shame we dread.
one brothers blood spoke to Glory,
unwritten still is my sins story.

Genesis 4:10 The voice of your brother’s blood cries out to Me from the ground.
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Speechless

that feeling of being slow to speak,
not having words, an emotive veil,
disconcerting at its highest peak.
joy has taken me there,
and sorrow higher.
there must be a place, or destination rather,
something so profound has no choice but to dwell,
somewhere, or i suppose even at some time.
tips of tongues are but empty wells.
to tell my lord "i love you" is to settle,
my heart speaks in terms yet to be heard.
he knows them in full,
language is but a hindrance to my adoration."i love you lord."
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dainty fabulous luscious fantastic,
held together by duct tape and plastic,
fragile disturbed reluctant of change,
teenage girls haven’t chosen their ways.
tell them its normal perfection is beauty,
perverted we ask for a glimpse of her booty.
instant rebates one cleavage and midriff
society thrives on money and boob lifts.
if i were to tell you, "to hell with the Hiltons"
odds are you'd slap me because they’re your "godsend."

however, life doesn’t have to be this way,
staking your life on diet and clay.
justly he gives and justly he takes,he gave you beauty and chocolate cake.
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Caged
it'll fail you,
it has me.
deceived at bargain prices,
I’m holding this bait and hook.
undeniable, a heavy thirst.
a hunger and head that shook.
a caged bird waiting to be fed,
tweetin’ from scrap to scrap, waiting.
blind! a feast beneath my plumes.
empty perception made a king,
excuses dig our tombs
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"lord have mercy on your servant"
cliché’!
ask and you shall receive,
seek and you shall indeed find.
He has revealed himself to you,
ignorance will play no part, be bathed in His mercy,
leave behind the thin, torn veil,
the one you so confidently hid behind.
just as the religous once stood behind.
nervous disclosure.
fall forward, turn yellow and run.nervous disclosure.

My most recent attempt.

A Place of Contentment

another park bench, or the gazebo where the young couple is hiding love?
a cane now presses against his leg, a sign of things to come.
the lord smiles still, at this tweed jacket of a man.
those channels still grip his face, a little deeper now,
a little more time takes hold.
never gray, this morning's filled with promise,
tonight is cards with roger and the boys.
still no letter, still no word.
the lord looks on these dull faded eyes,
he looks and sees a servant, late to bloom but oh father thank you that he has.
once a thorn, now a flower,
the bastard now a son.

there is a huge back story to this but i think its probably cooler for anyone who reads it to remain guessing. make up yer own stinkin story, thats what its about. thats what its for.

Howdy First Post Ear

So the other site i had sucked, this blog may suck too but in a lesser capacity and degree. i feel like i have gone from using AOL to an alternative internet provider such as Verizon DSL. i have indeed clicked on that little blue "e."

I dont know exactly what compels me to write, but lately i havent been able to steer from the desire. When im not writing, im thinking about topics i havent touched or phrases i have yet to pen. that being said, the motive of this site is not too hard to guess, nor will the content be.