See the pig dressed in his finest fine.

The believers stand behind him and smile
As the day lights up with fire. -dmb

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace,
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Maseter, grant that i may not so much seek to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we recieve,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
it is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.

These words of beauty are from the heart, mind, soul, hand and pen of Saint Francis. Long ago his spirit inspired, today it inspires.

Gather my heart to fear your name.

I fix my eyes on you...some of the time.

are You my strength, my rock, inpenetrable fortress, deliverer from evil, my constant trust, the horn of my salvation...my high tower?
you have so many jobs to fill, and you do it so well. i have only one and fail so often. forgive my lack of passion. MAKE me need you more.

clickity-clack.

what is truth? begged Pilate of the Christ

if you're true... if you describe about whats going on in your life or in the room or what you pick up. cos a lot of our songs i feel like they're overheard conversations. sometimes they're not my stories but i feel them very deeply...but to be true is really important...and i think that gods interested in truth and only interested in truth. and that is why god is interested in rock and roll music and not in gospel. because those gospel folk, a lot of the time they're not being truthful because they can't be and thats really sad and traqic.

~murmur~they cant be?~murmur~

Why? because they're not open and, they're not describing about their lives, they're not describing about their dads...a lot of the time. now, what they are when they hit, is worshiping god, worship, music to worship god, i'm interested in that. thats different though. but we have to have the true thing and if you cant write about whats really going on in the world and in your life cos its all happy clappy (claps hands)you know i mean is god interested in that?...please, dont patronize me.. i want to go to a nine inch nails concert, theyre talking the truth.


thank you bono...more from me later.
adam

Submissive in inequity

Skim the surface, the fat of the cream.

walk along the shoreline with your silent song.
follow, lead, as you follow, not too far behind. Together is better off apart.

what is desired I would give it. What desire? would you have it?

even if you win, even then you don't win.

excellence does not appear spontaneously, rather it is the antithesis.


YOU SPOKE TO ME FORM A DISTANCE IVE NEVER KNOWN.
I TOLD YOU THINGS, SO CLOSE TO ME. THINGS THEY'VE NEVER KNOWN.

IM not the 12yr old I wished I could have remained.
for years after that age I lied to my internal clock or calendar or whatever piece of mind pays attention to that sort of thing.

my thoughts are on the uncontrollable and how I wish those things would make themselves clear, bring definition.

I pride myself on being enigmatic. Maybe its safer, or I could be scared or better yet-I want you to ask me questions.

lips in prayer are poised in fear.
despite my failed attempts.
adorned in scorn, unfettered.
hearts breathe softly, refuting claim.

I've cried again. Not this night.

these thorns dig flesh.
NOT mine, not a crown.
a shroud of terrible thorns that poke and pierce and bleed.
give them to me and...
... oh NEVER MORE.


my hand wont break. When I punch that metal frame, it dents. My knuckles refuse to bleed and shatter and I feel no pain. With strife that seems uncommon to man one...

inaction met with devastation and blank, glassy ones. They hold it in so well.

something so difficult is better challenged of its existence. better challenged than to succumb because of its wailing call, that terrible call.

some things are better left unexplained...probably unsaid too.
adam