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

The Lonely Bridge...

The wind rushes through my soul
the piercing rain takes its toll
a faint calling distant I hear
is but a distant rumble in my ear

I've watched as lover's parted ways
I have stood watch as friends idly gaze
Though my planks and rafters be abused
no passengers have I ever refused

this night is different though for I can see
a glimpse of a shadow standing neath a tree
What business but heartbreak can bring him here
or per chance a vagabond I should fear?

Tis soon I notice the figure once more
as I feel her feet upon my tired floor
I watch silently, and do not make a stir
to see what business doth bring her

To my desolate river, swollen with rain
is she meeting, fleeing, or simply in pain?
My thoughts race, as she wanders within
Its then her tear filled song does begin

the echoes of her voice calm my swaying
and I listen intent to every word she is saying
"love will come back to me" softly she cries
and pauses as the tears fill her eyes

I stifle my weeping, for I know she is near
but my hollow heart breaks with every tear
If I had but words, I would comfort this miss
for my own life is a story such as this

Overwrought with heartbreak, my story goes
but the hero I became, and overcame my foes
To tell her these things my heart would leap
but that story is just the secret that I keep

I would tell her also, that the rain will stop
the sun always comes out and bunnies hop
Her tears will dry up, just like the rain
and most likely, they will well up again

but life does not wait for these times nor pause
and we are foolish if to think love a lost cause
Though we are fragile people with breaking hearts
We find ways to make fresh starts

She dries her tears beneath me I see
and quietly whispers "someday, love will come back to me"

Frustration

Since there was confusion last time, I will make certain that no one feels like I am pointing the finger of my words at any one person. However, there are certain people that have fueled my frustration for this issue. Mostly, this would be christians for Obama.

Here is my question for all you Obama folks: How can you support a candidate that has repeatedly voted for the killing of unborn babies?
Does abortion not go against the bible? How is it possible to justify voting for someone who has been so pro abortion? Regardless of if you believe they are a reliable source, the National Right to Life foundation is waging a huge war against Obama because of his participation in voting for bills that decrease restrictions on abortion and allow more government funding for abortion.
Obama has said that he would want an abortion for his two daughters if they became pregnant before marriage. Is he not openly approving of abortion in that statement?

Maybe I am wrong about this, and maybe I am miss interpreting the Bible on this. However, when I see this verse, Psalm 139 13-16, I have a big problem with abortion simply knowing WHAT is being aborted. " For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

I don't know what the policy on abortion should be and I can't tell you when life begins. What I will offer you is this, if you find a bag full of kittens on the side of the road on your way home and you can't tell if they are alive or not, would you chuck them in the river and just kill them? I wouldn't and I HATE cats, but I couldn't justify killing something that had a chance.
Just sayin...

as a last minute thing, here are some votes that Obama made in his stint as a lawmaker. I got this from Ontheissues.org.

"Voted NO on defining unborn child as eligible for SCHIP. (Mar 2008)
Voted NO on prohibiting minors crossing state lines for abortion. (Mar 2008)
Voted YES on expanding research to more embryonic stem cell lines. (Apr 2007)
Voted NO on notifying parents of minors who get out-of-state abortions. (Jul 2006)
Voted YES on $100M to reduce teen pregnancy by education & contraceptives. (Mar 2005)
Sponsored bill providing contraceptives for low-income women. (May 2006)
Rated 0% by the NRLC, indicating a pro-choice stance. (Dec 2006)
Ensure access to and funding for contraception. (Feb 2007)"