I Picked Some Flowers . . .
Tragic Irony
“He jests at scars that never felt a wound.” ~ Romeo, Romeo and Juliet 2.2.1
I’m sorry that this news comes as a shock to you; there isn’t a lot that I can do about that. I didn’t blind side you with this. I didn’t hold back any information. I can’t be held accountable for what you thought and never discussed with me.
That is not my load to bare. Nor is your bitterness.
Moments later. Minutes later. Months later. . .
I’ve moved on: haply happily. And I wish you the best.
Heading Home, Et Al.
Heading back to Boston for a month. Be back in CO for about a day in July, and then heading out to New Mexico to start my masters. I’m sure I’ll be posting here during that time.
Also, since I said I would, refer all question you have about my relationship status to Jolene.
There. I said it.
I need to start packing. Peace out.
“save Me” (a Psalm)
Psalm Sunday was yesterday at Trailhead (not Palm Sunday, that was a while ago).
To read up on that, click here. In a nutshell (nutshell) it was a time of sharing lament, thanksgiving, and praise, as the psalms do. For the heart. Sometimes poetically.
I wrote this song called “Save Me” (which I mentioned a little while ago), and sort of sang yesterday during the service.
I sat behind the drumset with a guitar on my lap, a very hot mic, a guitar strap which fell off my shoulder, a capo which wouldn’t stay put, and fingers which wouldn’t stop shaking. At least they matched my trembling voice. Such is life.
Probably very fitting in terms of the lyrics and the Psalm for which it was based: Pslam 39.
Either way here is the whole song, as it stands now. Hopefully, a lot less sucky than it was yesterday.
Save me: make me to smile again
Make me to know my ends
Measure my days, and all my ways
Teach me how frail I am
For surely, we walk in a vain land
So save me: make me to smile again
And now Lord, who do I wait for?
My hopes in you.
“i’m All In . . .” (take Two)
About a month and a half ago I started writing this song. I wrote all the music while home on Spring Break with my boy Eric. But I had no words, which bothered me. The reasons for that disquiting state are described here:
http://greyparty.net/2007/04/28/im-all-in/
which inculded a sample of the music.
I wrote the words over the last two days. All of them. Mostly during the wee hours of the after-midnight hours. I guess I came to a decision, and acted on it.
So the song:
And the words are in the comments of this post.