so yes, it is my birthday, and i've had enough talk about me for on day so this post is going to be about your life. I now give you the beatitudes, matthew 5:1-12
And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him:
And he opened his mouth, and taught them, saying,
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference
When I was really young, maybe 5 or 6 my great grandfather told me the story of the Prodigal Son. I didn't know a thing about religion, I had never been to mass and I just knew that "Jesus Christ" was something my dad said when he was annoyed. Ever since that first time I heard it it has always touched me and I think in part because I've always felt like that younger son. Anyways, here it is, excerpted from Luke 15:11-32.
There was a man who had two sons. The younger of them said to his father, 'Father give me the share of his property that will belong to me.' So he divided the property between them. A few days later the younger son gathered all he had and traveled to a distant country, and there he squandered his property in dissolute living. When he had spend everything, a severe famine took place throughout that country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed the pigs. He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything. But when he came to himself he said, 'How many of my father's hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger! I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son, treat me like one of your hired hands."' So he set off and went to his father. But while he was still a far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him. Then the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.' But the father said to his slaves, 'Quickly, bring out a robe--the best one--and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; for this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' And they began to celebrate.
Now his elder son was in the field; and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing. He called on of the slaves and asked what was going on. He replied, 'Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf because he has got him back safe and sound.' Then he became angry and refused to go in. His father came out and began to plead with him. But he answered his father, 'Listen! For all these years I have been working like a slave for you, and I have never disobeyed you command; yet you have never given me even a young goat so that I might celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours came back, who has devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf for him!' Then the father said to him, 'Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life; he was lost and has been found.
There was a man who had two sons. The younger of them said to his father, 'Father give me the share of his property that will belong to me.' So he divided the property between them. A few days later the younger son gathered all he had and traveled to a distant country, and there he squandered his property in dissolute living. When he had spend everything, a severe famine took place throughout that country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed the pigs. He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything. But when he came to himself he said, 'How many of my father's hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger! I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son, treat me like one of your hired hands."' So he set off and went to his father. But while he was still a far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him. Then the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.' But the father said to his slaves, 'Quickly, bring out a robe--the best one--and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; for this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' And they began to celebrate.
Now his elder son was in the field; and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing. He called on of the slaves and asked what was going on. He replied, 'Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf because he has got him back safe and sound.' Then he became angry and refused to go in. His father came out and began to plead with him. But he answered his father, 'Listen! For all these years I have been working like a slave for you, and I have never disobeyed you command; yet you have never given me even a young goat so that I might celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours came back, who has devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf for him!' Then the father said to him, 'Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life; he was lost and has been found.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
"naw man, I'm pretty fuckin far from okay"
the next couple of posts are all going to be biblically influenced, this particular one (in combination with the title) combines that with my love for Pulp Fiction. This is Jules' soliloquy and also an excerpt from Ezekial 25.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
Monday, November 19, 2007
she said "trapped between babushkas on a plane is a fraction of how lame it is to watch you pump the poison through your veins"
all quiet on the western front.
i'd kill for some noise.
i almost miss stupid fights
miss the melodrama
the crying
the computer's sound
as you devised new and more effective ways to cut into me
miss the pathetic sound it made
for my feeble responses.
these days everything feels like an im
fragment, fragment, abbreviation, typo, fragment.
i don't speak in sentences anymore,
i speak in excuses.
please excuse my need to apologize,
but also accept my deepest apologies.
i need your forgiveness,
if just for a while
because i can say for sure that right now,
no hyperboles or similes
i need you more than ever.
one summer day i made you a promise
and i'm trying so hard not to break it,
but at the same time i can't help but to wonder
if you even care anymore.
the worst part is that i'm trying my hardest to care right now,
but there's no love in an empty room.
there's so little you in my life
that when i write i lose track of who "you" is.
i've realized that the problem is that you gave me too many chances
and i love you for that, i was practically a boy for christs sake
but i guess eventually i just figured
i'll always have another shot
now i am very thoroughly out of chances
and lamenting over how many i wasted.
but i'm asking you, not for you another chance
but for a moment of your time, a call,
a fucking square of pixels on a screen.
right now i need you to hear me.
i'd kill for some noise.
i almost miss stupid fights
miss the melodrama
the crying
the computer's sound
as you devised new and more effective ways to cut into me
miss the pathetic sound it made
for my feeble responses.
these days everything feels like an im
fragment, fragment, abbreviation, typo, fragment.
i don't speak in sentences anymore,
i speak in excuses.
please excuse my need to apologize,
but also accept my deepest apologies.
i need your forgiveness,
if just for a while
because i can say for sure that right now,
no hyperboles or similes
i need you more than ever.
one summer day i made you a promise
and i'm trying so hard not to break it,
but at the same time i can't help but to wonder
if you even care anymore.
the worst part is that i'm trying my hardest to care right now,
but there's no love in an empty room.
there's so little you in my life
that when i write i lose track of who "you" is.
i've realized that the problem is that you gave me too many chances
and i love you for that, i was practically a boy for christs sake
but i guess eventually i just figured
i'll always have another shot
now i am very thoroughly out of chances
and lamenting over how many i wasted.
but i'm asking you, not for you another chance
but for a moment of your time, a call,
a fucking square of pixels on a screen.
right now i need you to hear me.
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