I think, therefore I am.
A cluster of fears, doubts and insecurities.
I think therefore I am, a fragment in the general debris.
Surrounded by mirrors reflecting my true self,
My embellished self crumbles, and I too am Gray.

A spontaneously combusting mass, contributing to the general entropy of the universe, yet still insignificant.
I think, therefore I am nothing.
You think of me therefore I am.
You take the mess and make a message.
From the distater that was me, you bring out life, and hope.
From the wandering corpse carrying around a burden of guilt,
You create,
You create.
You create.
You think of me and I am.

I think of me and wish I wasn’t.

You think of me therefore I am. What am I?
The creature asks the creator,
You think of me and I am, beautiful significant.
You tell me my purpose, and show me the components that point to your greater love.

I am learning to trust you and walk with you. I am learning to put faith in those things that you say even when I cant see them. I struggle. I really do. Somewhere along the way I taught myself to be independent to the point of disability. I am now unable to lean on you, though I know that I should. Help me.

I dream of love and all the things that have been spoken of, and that seem to be promised in your letters. I dream of Love, a gentle faithful love and yet still I doubt whether it could truly exist, for me. I dream of love, and when I dream I can't see my face so I cannot necessarily convince myself that I am meant to be a part of it. I struggle to breathe in this climate so suffocating so void of any of the things that I dream of. I dream of love and escape and hope and all the while when I dream I dont really belive it, because love is a foreign entity like ET, and I am not sure that I am a believer.


I hurt and when I hurt I dream, for escape, and I fail, always being drawn back to reality by alarm bells. The alarm bells in my head that tell me that its all a dream, wake up and that I must be outta my mind to believe that any of it could happen.

I dream of love and when I dream, I dream of you. Holding me up, when I fall, which is a frequent occurence. You talk to me when I am alone, and yet sometimes, you hide away, your reticent self, returning behind the veil, away from me. I dont understand this, so I lie down again to dream, because this world is too much for me. I dream and when I dream, when I dream I am happy.

Make my dreams come true.

One must travail to make a mark in this world and refuse to be a product, but a producer. Yet we still ahve to ask, of out young people, who is producing you? To whom do our people look up? Why choose this particular person? What is wrong with the people that we want them to look up to that they merely open their mouths and yawn?

The mechanics of communication. She

At times it hurts, and I begin to question my sanity. I begin to wonder if perhaps I was a little too harsh, or if perhaps I blanked out during parts of my life, that I cannot now remember what is being presented to me as evidence. Evidence of my failings and the ways in which I once again fell short of the glory I never sought. I tremble, well my lip trembles. I bite it, hard. This is simply not the time to fall apart. I wonder when it will be time for me to fall apart, coz I feel a volcanic pressure behind my eyes, threatening to manifest itself in the form of a waterfall, a hot burning waterfall, but a waterfall none the less. I sigh, expelling breath, because someone once said that this is a good way to keep the tears away. It doesn’t way, and all of a sudden it explodes. I shut my mouth tight so as to keep the sound from escaping. At this I succeed.

When my heart runs dry.

There are days when we might start to feel discouraged, and begin to lament our faith, believeign ourselves to be alone. This of course is simply not true. We have never spent a day being truly alone in all our lives. The Lord is ever present. Yet there are days when it seems that we can no longer find our way back to the mercy seat, or to the throne room of God. These are the days when it seem your heart has run dry, and life has drained all the love out of your heart and you can no longer find the strength or the will to pray, praise or worship as you used to, remember Him.

Remember the days when He picked you up when you had fallen. Remember how He loved you when you had no one around, and when you felt unlovable. Remember the ways in which He has come through for you and once again, pledge your love.
Dont lose your way, or your love. Return to your first love and you will find Him waiting expectantly for you, with open arms.

Thus spoke Adam.

Who has the words to speak of a heart alone? Who would want to be that helium atom, all alone in a large space, everywhere and nowhere, just being alone. The earnest search for companionship is at times fruitful, but you are always what you are, a single atom, with your consituent parts lodged safely within you. No one would accuse you of being high density, filled up to capacity, your arms are always open to suggestion, yet who comes in to see you? Oh happy unhappy universe, what stroke of fate would leave one alone, so very alone?

Why choose me to be that single solitary atom in the universe, when I could just as easily be a molecule, and have someone to fight with along the way?

We are the ones.

We are the ones we have been waiting for. We are the relentless heroes who will stand up against injustice at a global level. This is because we were that younger hero who stood up to a bully in the playground. We stood up despite our fears and against the fearful when we had more reasons to be afraid.

We are the ones we have been waiting for to do the work that no one wants to do. We are not “no one, who wont do anything, anyone who should do something, nor everyone who is doing it, apparently”, but someone. We are you and I, individuals who have had enough and who will arise with what little strength we have in our bodies and the strength of the Almighty behind us to change this world by clearing our little patch of earth with the intention of provoking others to action.

We are the ones we have been waiting for so we will no longer sit down lazily, looking on helplessly as bad turns to worse. We will no longer fold our hands and turn to each other with the unspoken question “What can I do?” in our eyes. We will no longer walk around with our heads bowed down, shoulders hunched, afraid to look up and see the crowns on our heads. We will no longer stick our heads in the ground ignoring the strength in our limbs.

We are the ones we have been waiting for and if not you then me. I am the one I have been waiting for. A single oak is not a forest, but neither is it a reed to be bent, nor grass to be trampled upon. I am the one I have been waiting for, and so I will now arise out of the dirt, relentless heroine I, till something changes.