You know what's crazy?

I'm writing this from a Waffle House in Madison, Ga at 12:13am and feeling absolutely disgusted with the state of things. Surprised?

Can't....take it....any...longer!

I can't resist. I must comment, for my own personal edification if nothing else, upon the Health Care matter that has swept the United States. Firstly, let me just say that I am appalled by the perception that Conservatives, or rather, ANYONE not vehemently pro-Obama's health care plan DOES NOT CARE FOR POOR PEOPLE. The idea that Conservatives and opponents of this plan would go out of their way to make life more difficult is absurd.
Furthermore, the notion that National Security spending is less important than Welfare state spending is moronic. Equality is more important than defense? Is that even a question? If there is no nation, there is no nation of equality and justice.

L-O-V-E

Tonight was an incredible night.
I hate that I am so emotionally sensitive. It does no one any good. Luckily I didn't ruin too much.

I played the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta, Ga tonight alongside my stunning girlfriend, Taylor Briggs, and a dear friend and musical beast, Mason Kelly. I could honestly play with them every night and be happy. They are so gifted, and to share the stage with them is such an honor.
Just to be beside Taylor brings me such joy. Looking over during a song and seeing her gorgeous face is a blessing. I think I have fallen in love with her all over again, the same way it started: on stage. Our romance isn't based on our music, but the music is part of it, just like music is apart of us as individuals.

I am a blessed man to have her in my life, and I pray that God would give me the honor of keeping her in it for the rest of my life.

Goodnight Atlanta.

And Joy Comes in the Mourning

The light that shines
whenever open your eyes
bring me light, light
skin soft and delicate
brings forth the humanity
of such as me to feel
and grasp the power,
the beauty, the complexity of,
Love
Shimmering upon the waters,
of friendship, commitment, and correspondence
riding upon the waves of joy
under the crystal son
never perfect and never failing
joy comes in the mourning

The Saddening

Darkness.
All it is, is darkness
A rejection of light
a shunning of kindness
and I hate it
Crippling the ones you love
and spreading the infection
Until no one, or anything
is standing uninfluenced
repeating the pattern
straining the bonds of love
Darkness.
All it is, is darkness

At Long Last

I sit and stare at a blank page
the cursor, like my heart beating, blinks
I conduct the movements
but the words I do not
because what I say goes
and what I want to say, flows
reading and writing, growing up
as the world turns, and all that rubble
drama, that is, of a nasty sort
those that participate treat it as sport
but when the fun is done
they lick their wounds
and pick up their toys and go home
blinking, blinking, beating, beating
this isn't making any sense
or at least, that last sentence didn't
but why should I do all the talking?
it's my blog after all....
beating, blinking, beating, blinking...beating