In Search Of

Love,

the most mysterious,
wondrous, polarizing feeling
It knocks you off your feet
or leaves you on your back

It's described by cliches in greeting cards
It's discussed by athletes and movie stars
Is love your fast car, or your dying flame?
Does it take root in the life you make everyday?

Real love comes home and makes itself welcome
Real love finds you, its perfect grip, oh, it's not fading away

Exist

How do you know

The steps you've taken

Are the right ones

Am I on the right avenue

Am I seeking the truth

or making it up

Am I speaking the truth

or shaping it into something else

Decisions make up our existence

I don't want to make the wrong one and miss this

What is this existence

Only our originator knows

AHHHHH!

MY head FREAKING hurts, fevers are vacuums of the soul. and im experiencing it first hand, have a good rest of the day everyone

Im in the process of beating out the weak, pathetic, small version of God I have in my head. It's not God at all, it's what I've grown up to see through society and pictures. We're shown Jesus as a white man with long flowing locks who looks weak. This is complete crap. Try an Arab, a carpenter's son. Jesus was no weakling. He is said to have wooly hair and was not much to look at (nice way of saying he's ugly). Jesus was a non assuming man, besides what he talked about and the things he did. I'm sad that people say God is dead. Our society says we don't need God. The devil's greatest lie is that he doesn't exist (thanks for that one Russ). I'm freaking tired of my Savior being a pathetic weakling. Jesus could have turned each and every person who mocked him into a baseball with feelings then homerun hit all of them for eternity. He could've just destroyed everything and started over. He didn't. His love for us is too great, and we're all too busy worrying about our GPA's to notice how amazing all of this is. Myself included. Geez, I need some prayer...

Murtceps

I'm as bold as a lot of things

When my boldness finds a friend

Just not as most human beings

It'll all make sense in the end

The color yellow for example

These colors aren't aware

is the mellowest of fellows

Everything's not together

Black casts the biggest shadows

but they're clear to me

This may be unsteady

of colors I see

It's too big to follow

I stick with reflections

Blue has a magestic hue

but it's washed away too easily

Spectrum

I'm as bold as a lot of things

Just not as most human beings

The color yellow for example

is the mellowest of fellows

Black casts the biggest shadows

It's too big to follow

Blue has a magestic hue

but it's washed away too easily

I stick with reflections

of colors I see

This may be unsteady

but they're clear to me

Everything's not together

These colors aren't aware

It'll all make sense in the end

When my boldness finds a friend

Late night calls

I just got a call from a number that was "withheld" it was quite interesting. and that is probably the only way i can describe it. They said they were in love with me and wanted to get married in Gatlinburg. Then they started speaking German, people were laughing in the background. Then they hung up. I must be boring to talk to at this hour inthe morning.

cheers,

Scott

Music

For the thousands of people that flock to my blog everyday,

I want to know the best songs in the world. Not just any songs. The BEST songs. So I can complete my musical library and entertain my brain like the discovery channel does oh so beautifully (at least it did when I was 7, no, wait... that was Animal Planet) anyways, I would very much be appreciative if you would let me know where these songs reside. 

The Fact of the Matter is,

Scott