Wednesday, September 28, 2005

The Sky is Displayed

The sky is displayed, harsh and crisp in an apparently forsaken land. The blue’s sharpness pierces the eye and stands out against the brave, jagged hills. These hills are in every direction, surrounding you as far as your eyes can see. You are standing in an arena, but an enormous one, and this, not made by human hands. The long, brown grass sways in agreement. An ocean full of these swirl and make their dances to the wind. These rhythms and movements could craze your mind, for they carry subtle intensity. Behind the hills stand mountains, no doubt majestic in their places but they are far away and cannot be admired. Will not even a tree dare break this terrible similitude? But look! On the horizon of this ocean there is a silhouette! Indeed they are cows! They are immensely welcome to your sore mind. Friends in this dreadful place! Seeing life that is true and warm is enough. For though this place is beautiful, it has a terrifying beauty, that of the unknown, and you cannot face it alone.

Religion, the Cradle of Liberty

this is the essay i told you i had to write...just thought you might like to read it...sorry if it bores you:S


“Everywhere the claim is made that America was founded on the Ten Commandments - or at least that its system of law and justice is based on that biblical code. Not even the Chief Justice of the United States seems to realize that our governmental system represents a reaction to the principles inherent in that code - in some cases a mighty rejection of that code. The First Amendment of the US Constitution, for example, is an eloquent repudiation of the First Commandment's prohibition of religious freedom.” - (Frank R. Zindler, Ohio spokesperson for American Atheists)
This is the flow of what we hear today regarding US law and Christianity. Secular groups, especially atheists are furious that Christians claim that the United States was founded on Biblical principles and laws, and formed on the shoulders of godly men. They rave about how monuments of The Ten Commandments in public places show a favoritism of Christianity over other religions. They argue that this cannot be tolerated due to how diverse religion in America has become.
The conflict of opinion could be resolved by defining the terms of the argument clearly. It is important to define spiritual and political law as well as to recognize the religious ideas of the founding fathers accurately.
The Ten Commandments were not given by God to Man as political laws. They were given as spiritual or moral laws which, if obeyed, brought blessings upon God’s people. As many people have accurately pointed out, the laws of America are not a cut-and-pasted version of The Ten Commandments. This is obviously true because American Law and The Ten Commandments are completely different forms of law. The former was made for the governing of a nation, while the latter was made to establish the conscience of a people of God.
The fact that most of the founding fathers were members of established orthodox churches does not imply that they were trying to make the laws of America Christian, as much as make the laws allow freedom of religion. The founding fathers were made up of different denominations of Christianity, which means they were not trying to enforce certain beliefs, but rather to create political freedom for each man to express his religious beliefs according to his conscience.
Alexis de Tocqueville in Democracy in America speaks of the way religious belief and civil liberty “advance together and mutually support each other…Liberty regards religion as its companion in all its battles and its triumphs, as the cradle of its infancy, and the divine source of its claims. It considers religion as the safeguard of morality, and morality as the best security of law, and the surest pledge of the duration of freedom…” As de Tocqueville observed, American Law was not formed as a replication of Biblical Law, rather it is political law in its own right that promotes social, economic, and moral freedom.
The Ten Commandments influenced the founding fathers. Many of them came seeking religious freedom; some came seeking economic freedom, and others political freedom. None of these however sought to establish the rule of religion or God over America. Liberty was the political goal of the early Americans. In America today, if we desire to be faithful to the intentions of our founding fathers, we will seek to preserve liberty. This will mean that the government will not show favoritism towards one religion. It also means that religious expression will not be hindered in the public forum.

References: Hang ‘Em All Completely – Frank R. Zindler, “Did You Know?”document, Democracy In America – Alexis de Tocqueville

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Her face is a mask. Behind the beautiful smile, there are thoughts going through her head that you cannot see in her expression. But the genuine smile cannot stay frozen for long. Eventually it fades into a surreal expression. She cannot create her emotions, she cannot hide them. She must face the truth sooner or later.

rain

The sea is dark and angry today. She is a made of sinister blues, deep and impenetrable. Each wave rises up to its full height, and then crashes down with a dreadful sound. Thunder echoes through the air, and stirs within me. Rain is falling hard onto my face, mingling with my tears as I squint up into the menacing black clouds. Somehow this rain soothes the throbbing of my heart. I don’t feel alone, the sky is crying with me. The streets are drenched, as is all else. The smell of wet pavement fills the air, mixed with the salt of the sea. I taste these as I lick my lips. I can hear the patterns of the rain meeting the ground. It calms the pounding in my head. I watch the buses moving slowly along the road. I don’t like them; they drown out the sound of the rain. But the thunder drowns them out. The trees meekly sway with the storm. The people are scurrying to and fro. Why are they afraid of the rain? It will not hurt them; it will heal them as it heals me. I despairingly turn away from these things and gaze at the splendor of the wild sea.

grace m.
i can see the maze of stairs
they all lead off into nowhere
where i can't see ahead of me
and all is lost and broken

red rose

the night you gave me the red rose, when i got home a srange thought siezed me...i could see that most of the rose wasn't really dead yet...and i wanted to make it live...it made me think of our love...and how i wanted to make it live like this rose even though it had been trampled...so i put the rose in water...hoping life would come back into it and it would bloom...that night i dreamed it bloomed bright and beautiful...your face was in my dream too...but i don't remember what happened...but when i woke up in the morning, it wasn't any different...
just something that happened to me...i dunno if that was at all interesting to you...
honestly...i don't know what you mean by what we talked about on Sunday...i don't remember*sigh*...my mind isn't working right anymore ok John?i need some sleep.see you tomorrow dearest

Sweet Misery

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Wires - Athlete

you got wires, goin in
you got wires, comin out of your skin
you got tears
making tracks
i got tears
that are scared of the facts

running down corridors
through automatic doors
got to get to you
got to see this through
i see hope is here in a plastic box
i've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes

you got wires, goin in
you got wires, comin out of your skin
there's dry blood on your wrist
your dry blood on my fingertip

running down corridors
through automatic doors
got to get to you
got to see this through
first night of your life
curled up on your own
looking at you now
you would never know

i see it in your eyes
i see it in your eyes
you'll be alright

i see it in your eyes
i see it in your eyes
you'll be alright
Alright

running down corridors
through automatic doors
got to get to you
got to see this through
i see hope is here in a plastic box
i've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes

down corridors
through automatic doors
got to get to you
got to see this through
first night of your life
curled up on your own
looking at you now
you would never know

Monday, September 12, 2005

There For Me

That day always sticks out in my mind
I felt like i'd been left behind
Everyone has those days when you're feeling kinda blue
Kinda blue...and you know you need someone to hug you
The sun ain't shining but you know it's there
Why don't it come out?It must be somewhere

Then i saw your face now
And i'm feeling better now
Have you come for me?
Are you here for me?

Then i saw your face now
And i'm feeling better now
Cuz you came for me
You came just for me

(yeah)

Those long days go by fast cuz i've learned to fly
You taught me how, you gave me courage to try
Everything's beautiful just like my dreams
The trees are whispering sweet words of you and me
Now of course there's still days when the sun won't come up
But i think of you and somehow that's enough

Then i saw your face now
And i'm feeling better now
Have you come for me?
Are you here for me?

Then i saw your face now
And i'm feeling better now
Cuz you came for me
You came just for me

(yeah)

Forgotten words are lost and i slowly walk home
I wonder has our love been lost like flowers in a storm
The leaves that whispered long ago are falling down
They'll fall never to make another sound
Then through the shadows i feel the sun on my face
And perhaps i'll be able to live through another day

Cuz when i saw your face now
And i'm feeling better now
Cuz you came for me
He came just for me

And when i saw your face now
And i'm feeling better now
Cuz you'll come for me
You'll come just for me

(yeah)
i'm ashamed of what i've done...at first i thought i shouldn't delete those words i said...because that's cowardly. But i've decided they do no good and they are not true now.i can only dare to hope that someday things will be the same again. right now i'm just scared...scared of you, scared of me...but i'll be honest, i'll be true...i just wish i could make things right.

my tired heart is all that's left of me.

Sweet Misery