July 11, 2005 - Pioneer

Pioneer



Sometimes I wish I was the pioneer of written language

To be the first to etch thoughts and inner stirrings

In a time of newness

Where everything seems fresh



To be the originator of written expression

To say anything without being cliché

In the place free of criticism



A brief dream that is

For I have realized the purpose

Of the staleness of communication

Is to force creativity

I am convinced there are few new themes in life

They are rarely discovered

Only varied by situation

There are only new ways to share them

Which few have found

For each man feels every experience

As if he has been the first

Not knowing humanity knows all too well

Saying straight out how he feels

Thinking honesty is crisp and unworn

Innocent ignorance has led many this way

Creating atmospheres of no hope for language

Hope lies in the abstraction of obscurity

This is what gives language its beauty--

To form something new out of the stale



These thoughts hurt

But they cauterize the wound

Reviving expression by stretching the mind

I know this has been said before.

October 1, 2004

Have you ever had one of those days where things are not going your way and a few things happen that seem like they should dampen your day? It is cool when that happens, especially when you do not even really know why you feel so good even though things may not be as you want them to be. You bang your head on a metal beam, does not phase you; you have your finger smashed, you yell and shake it off (not the finger of course); you feel exhausted, but inside there is this tiny bit of joy within you that you cannot explain. A joy that is for no reason--perhaps like the God-given peace that we cannot comprehend like in Philippians 4:7. Or am I digging farther than I need to, attributing this to something that is for no reason, so why should it have explanation?