We write our New Year’s resolutions but we had them all along. Each year is progress…
Category: Hollywood
60 Days:Windy
Day 4
The Mattress
Trying to wait for it,
Trying to save up for it,
Moments without those moments,
And memories of future,
The linen is spinning,
And clean at last,
If I waited what would happen?
Dirt is building,
From all the mudding,
Inside I am climbing,
I am climbing for you,
I am climbing to You,
I am asking new,
I see green lights,
I see no more waiting,
I see fake profiles,
I see fake messages,
I see beauty without
Heart and tattoos with
No meaning,
I see love as a stage,
I see love as a phase,
I see love like it is a daze,
You can try and wait for it,
You can try and save up for it,
Moments without those bad
Moments or better or the
Worst,
Cause this mattress has been
Here to long,
I love being away cause I can’t
Go back to my home,
The place where rest is
Forced on me,
And the past is presently
Sleeping with me,
You waited up for me,
But I am not anymore,
I see it as a stage,
I see it as a step,
I see it as another leap
To take,
One that has a lot of
Mistake
Raised, Pt. 2
What you want,
Is what you can’t find,
Cause sun was always on the
Hide,
It was always on the rise,
You made some light,
You carried it tight,
Locked, and surely
Never right,
Tomorrow the shades are getting
Darker,
The purity is burning away
With all the vile things love
Can say,
I wanted to go there to,
Down and up,
And moving towards the shameless
Role I knew you could always play,
I was raised to hunger,
I was raised to wonder,
I was raised to stay under
The covers,
And ask you now?
Can you stay there,
Can you be the one to
Stop this madness,
I was raised with a pure dream,
Now its just a nightmare to
Stay asleep,
These eyes are bright for
You,
Made light for you,
It could kill me soon,
To see you to soon,
To swallow some stars
Without the moon,
I too had to start somewhere,
Raised in pieces,
Still picking them up,
Raised to see,
And that is the
Next part,
Actually seeing..
#17 Building Something For You
Building something for you,
Waiting up for you,
Everything is sweating,
Every tear is venting,
Every gossiping part of me
Has you on the airwaves,
Late night to get it right,
Living in that downtown area
You called paranoia,
But fear does involve
Not love, but fear does involve
Endless ceiling stares,
Endless ceiling fears,
I am still looking for the materials,
I am still burning with your minerals,
I am still driving around your block,
Throwing rocks up at your window,
Looking into that soul of yours,
Asking for control,
Asking for the seasons with you,
Building a home for you,
Finding the right floors for you,
Waiting for to walk all around me,
Waiting for the time to slow down with
You, building this for the love you have
Given me,
I am still looking for the materials,
The right white paper to write my thoughts
For you, to scribble the mysteries that are
Necessary, that could never be solved,
Looking for you took much to long,
But now that I have found you I need
More time, more of you to unwind,
More of you in the sand, more of you
In the sun, more of you til the morning
Could come, more of you to say no to,
To get another chance at regret,
To get closer then ever before,
What is mercy anyway,
Is this about a girl anyway?
Is this about all those places no
One ever could fill,
Those endless times I wanted
You close to me, but I am not sure
Who you is anymore,
You are still on my mind,
You are still wasting all my time,
You is everyone who has ever gotten
Close enough, to keep me buff,
To call my bluff,
To pull the cards out from me,
To bet it all,
I am still building,
So grow with me,
Back to the airport was a while
Back, I don’t want the lack,
I want that pure, innocent love
Back
Memory Wars
Inspired by my last week of being 29. November 13th is coming soon to a theater near you. As a child my parent’s would ask me, “Where is that movie playing?” I would say, “in theaters everywhere.” Switchfoot songs and especially their last album Fading West has been a source of inspiration. Here’s to the memories we have..good, bad and eternal.
Remembering to often
Waiting for the coffin,
Another nail for the unseen
Hail,
Remembering those words You
Spoke way back when
That red couch was my best friend—
Anger for the stranger, anger before
The manger now I am the manager
Of my own destiny,
Now I am forgetting the nails, the side
Splitting of Your body, a doubting Thomas,
A doubting spill of the dross,
I empty the burnt things,
The new signet rings,
The sealed love of the greatest
Song to sing, one more week before
The twenties end,
One more 30 years to get it right,
To live with waste is as good as
Haste, for I cannot move forward alone—
All or nothing at all is the song I sing,
Slipping away past the memories that
Haunt me, everyone has a fractured father,
A broken mother, a lost brother, a beautiful
Sister—but is heaven really my family,
Are my enemies really actually with me?
All or nothing are these memories,
Remembering feels like a curse,
Tomorrow could be the hearse,
Tonight could be the end—I will
Never know, I will just trust today,
And live with memories that have
Shaped me
Sermon At My Church
I got to preach last month at our Sunday night service. Got to speak on Righteousness. It has been such a blessing being at New Life in Pomona. I love this place! Thank you Cody, Craig and Billy.
How to Help your Kids with Depression
My mom has helped me so much over the years be more than just a default I need your help parent but has been my rock and my friend. Just like the into the light video this is the start of a series of videos tackling depression. My mom talks about what a parent can do. Filmed where it all went down in Laguna Niguel at Salt Creek beach.
L.A. Love
Slipstream in the middle of
The team huddle, in the middle
Of the football field, trying to
Yield to peace, but I want to win!
Cannot sneeze without Your blessing—
Those basement days of the star wars
Maze, Beastie Boys pounding as
I was hiding, mom never wanted
Dark to come in, I was the story lover,
The fledgling writer since birth,
Pink sheet said why are you unique
I said because there is only one of me—
In Christ all is found including yourself,
Not just your job—free falling playing
In the background, L.A. has some sunspots
On me, its city sinks into me—mission field
Love to yield, now truth to wield—
Someone to love goes the sound on
The Santa Monica Pier, is this the
Voice to hear? Lankershim with some
Roller skates, no more Chinatown
For Gittes and his spilt nose,
No more water hose for the
Grass is gonna dry up soon!
What is this city?
Where there is to much pretty
Where there is to much sun to
Steal, to much to keep real—
Love me in L.A. with some
Citified pride—lights in the night sky
Lights to guide me, one last time