I mean, I'm not going to tell you who to vote for, but...

I won't tell you who to vote for. You SHOULD research that yourself. But...check out this video:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhDRVKDcXQo

Have a voice and at least vote!!! Registration deadlines are (Alaska, Nevada, Rhode Island, South Carolina, Washington) THIS Saturday, October 4th and in MANY places NEXT Monday, October 6th!

Check Rock the Vote to see your state's registration deadline.http://www.rockthevote.com/electioncenter/ (In Minnesota you can register on Election Day - Nov 4th!)

Know the issues! Know what you stand for!http://www.rockthevote.com/electioncenter/know-the-issues/

Just Tell Me Already!

I know the truth already. Just tell me...so I won't have to ask again. You've had this window to my heart, unfairly taken. With the deception, I'll stop writing. You won't hear anymore, as its already begun to fade. Its slowly dying. Just tell me what you should. I'll even pretend like I didn't know and let it go.

What are you going to give me? How will I have a window into your heart, when today it doesn't even feel like mine? This is 'give and take' you say...only taking on your part and the giving on mine? I'm confused? Money doesn't buy my heart; honesty and a one hundred percent committment will.

I'm waiting...



But can only wait so long.

I Quit You Today

I quit you today, just got up and walked away. You're like this drug I couldn't stop taking, control over my whole being.

You came in and changed my world around, now I'm not sure where I can be found.I might have lost direction, but maybe I was just looking for perfection.

Realizing now that can't be attained, I've stopped looking for everything to be explained.Leaving all just as it is and letting things lie, I'm going to see what is the truth between you and I.

Past, Present or the Future...

Strong it is to control this whole scheme. How big and great it looms over you. Oh how much, it soon will begin to frustrate me.

Not letting go will do that to you. Holding on to what was comfortable and made you feel good. But sometimes we've got to move on and decide what we'll do.

You act as if she's not there...lingering into what is us. A part of who we are together. When I ask a question, you say not to press.

Still you hold on, keeping little gifts, notes and plenty of pics. Acting as if I don't see it, as if I don't realize they're there. Maybe you're still in too thick.

Hiding it doesn't help, you slip up and they come out. Then you pretend not to notice, or pay attention when I ask. But now I've begun to doubt.

That large white elephant sits in the room. Funny thing this game is, you pretending she's not there. That elephant's name is "Doom".

Either I'm it or I'm not. Keep your trinkets of past or give me you're all. But we both can't be here, realize you're already caught.

What do you say, the future or the past? Decision time is coming quickly. The dealine will be here fast.

Where will you choose to live? Go back to her, or move on with me... Either way, I'll choose to forgive.

PS - I know you're reading.

to give what i need...

The deception is worse than lying. Please just tell me the truth. Please, oh please, just be 100% honest with me. I'd rather learn from something that hurts, then walk down this road a while longer. I need the truth...what you're afraid to tell. I need you to say you can't seem to spill.

I try to tell you what and how I feel, yet some how...its always taken wrong. Maybe I can never say things just right. But at least it's said. At least my effort is given.

Do I not measure up? Do I not compare?
I don't understand...but I need the truth.
Just give me the truth...

Pecking Order...

There's this pecking order...this order to how we live life. Along the lines of "king of the hill" or "queen of sheeba". Its all about who's the best...the smartest, the prettiest, wisest and who has the best man, career, children, car...whatever you can think of. Why must we participate in these games? Can't we just live and ... let live? You compete to be better than I am, when we're the same: just people, working towards our life goals; in love, in work, in life; enjoying life...trying to follow the right path. Yet there's this fierce competition which one of us is better, who is the one who comes out on top. Even when I walk away and try to not say something, its brought back - this stone thrown to see if I'll fight back. When I do, I feel horrible...like I shouldn't say anything. But its constant, the only thing you do. Like we have nothing else better to say, nothing else better to accomplish than this little, ridiculous game.

Is there a way...a way possible to make it stop? I suppose I'll have to learn not to respond.

lonely

She's sad and she doesn't know why. She can't give you an answer, she can't tell you if she's going to cry. Her heart is aching, a bitter slow hurt. Its on the inside and she feels as though her life it'll subvert. Living from day to day, hoping to make do. She's afraid she just might not make it through. Its like a fog that slowly crept in. Its come and taken over, unpacked and moved in. Now she can't stop it, change how she feels. Afraid, lonely and worried...she's not even sure if these feelings she can conceal. When will this end? When will it be done? When will she feel like she did, before all of this had begun?

Divorce Celebrations?

Its amazing how we celebrate divorce. We have "Finally Free" parties, "Single Again" parties. We have a TV show "Unhitched". Why is it that we are so ok with celebrating failure and recklessness in our lives? Why are we taking the very thing that Christ wanted held in high regard and putting no value on it any longer? The Bible says, "What God has brought together, let no man put asunder." So why can we so easily celebrate something that has completely fallen to pieces? What about all the money you spent on the wedding ceremony, reception...divorce, lawyers, time away from work, alimony...ugh!

I'm Not Gonna Write You A Love Song Cuz You Ask...

for it, cuz you need one...
"Write about my boyfriend, this one...not the one at Applebee's," you say. I could write plenty about you, boyfriend, more than I want you to hear me say. But that's why I don't, because I know I say too many things. I can't say the right things to you boyfriend, the things that make you happy or to cheer you up. I just say the truth and far too much. Care about you, boyfriend, I do. Maybe that's why I'm brutally honest and let anything slip, boyfriend, I pour out like I've opened a door and can't control what I say at times. Maybe I should be kinder with my words, more cautious and careful. But, boyfriend, I am who I am, I say what I do and work through that I will true to follow through.

You, my boyfriend, are my boyfriend because I want you to be. Because you make me happy. Because, boyfriend, I know this is true. Letting you in, is what I am working on. Letting my feelings show, is what I am starting to do.

That is how I love. Boyfriend, that is how I work to make this work.

Love you, boyfriend? Love you...I do.

But boyfriend, I only write about you...because I want to. Never because you'd ask me to.

The Storm That Didn't Cease

Its raining again today. I don't know where to turn. I feel myself becoming soaked in rain water again. All too soon my tears are mixed in. I'm not sure where to turn, or even what to say this time. Its seems as if the storm never ended, but merely just has been on pause.

Its flooding again today. The water has been dancing about my feet a for while now. My ankles are covered in the flood. I can't see the floor or know where to step next. I feel like I'm walking in the dark, afraid I'll fall off the edge and not know where I've stepped.

Its dark again today. The sun has hid its light from the pain I feel. Its cold and brash outside. The storm beating all about me. The clouds came in with the cold rain and flood. Darkness crept into my world with out any notice given.

Its in the calm of the storm, I need to hear your words whisper. I need to hear from you Lord.