makes me smile... =)
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
What I've Been Up To...
I've been strolling along many beaches...
I've been wisked away and taken to someplace Extraordinary for dinner...
I've been taking pictures at The Happiest Place on Earth with friends...and learning to spell at the same time...
I've been all smiles these past few weeks...
Thursday, February 19, 2009
2002, 2009
I LOVE reading through my old blogs and remembering life was like years ago. So different. I stumbled across this post from way back, and it just made me smile, of course.
Sept 3, 2002
My "PIC" (inside story) is leaving me for about 4 months...on Thursday morning she will be boarding a plane for London, where she will study Shakespeare and watch his plays at the Globe Theater! How amazing...I would love to watch Shakespeare there, but alas, I'm stuck in LA, destined to watch Shakepeare the way BBC knows best...whoohooo. Some of Ruby's stops along the way: Prague, Paris, Italy, Rome...wow...all in the span of 4 months! In the following four months my itinerary consists of working, studying, reading, working, studying, reading....hmmm...doesn't compare to a tour of Europe! Maybe someday my Prince Charming will sweep me off my feet and wisk me away to Europe...hmmm.. a very unlikely story for the time being...
7 years later, Ruby is married and has 2 beautiful kids. I just hung out with them and Owen and her little beauty was well. I praise God because He fulfilled this dream of going to the Globe Theatre and watching a live performance of one of Shakespeare's plays. And what is even more amazing is that God set me up so that my favorite play was playing: A Midsummer Night's Dream. Though I'm still waiting for my earthly Prince Charming, it's great to see how my King has swept me off my feet and wisked me away to Europe. Seeing God through the years makes me smile...
Sept 3, 2002
My "PIC" (inside story) is leaving me for about 4 months...on Thursday morning she will be boarding a plane for London, where she will study Shakespeare and watch his plays at the Globe Theater! How amazing...I would love to watch Shakespeare there, but alas, I'm stuck in LA, destined to watch Shakepeare the way BBC knows best...whoohooo. Some of Ruby's stops along the way: Prague, Paris, Italy, Rome...wow...all in the span of 4 months! In the following four months my itinerary consists of working, studying, reading, working, studying, reading....hmmm...doesn't compare to a tour of Europe! Maybe someday my Prince Charming will sweep me off my feet and wisk me away to Europe...hmmm.. a very unlikely story for the time being...
7 years later, Ruby is married and has 2 beautiful kids. I just hung out with them and Owen and her little beauty was well. I praise God because He fulfilled this dream of going to the Globe Theatre and watching a live performance of one of Shakespeare's plays. And what is even more amazing is that God set me up so that my favorite play was playing: A Midsummer Night's Dream. Though I'm still waiting for my earthly Prince Charming, it's great to see how my King has swept me off my feet and wisked me away to Europe. Seeing God through the years makes me smile...
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Waltz
Eyes streaming with tears
He held out his hand
and asked for mine
Bewildered and confused,I put my hand in his
and slowly stood up, ready to trust him no matter where he wanted to lead me
I felt like a little girl holding Daddy's hand
as he paraded me around for all to see
Each step helped me on this journey to break free
from my shell and be who he wanted me to be
And then the music
And then the dance
I put my head on his shoulders and began to weep
tears to flush away the sorrow and the pain
tears to show my overwhelming joy and peace
It's a new day
Drop the past
Leave it all behind
Begin the new life
With just the music
And then the dance
It was not only one brother, buy many waiting to waltz
But that didn't matter
I wanted to waltz only with my savior
to be held in his arms and have him whisper in my ear
I want only and always to waltz with my lord
First the music
and then the dance
Written July 13, 2008
He held out his hand
and asked for mine
Bewildered and confused,I put my hand in his
and slowly stood up, ready to trust him no matter where he wanted to lead me
I felt like a little girl holding Daddy's hand
as he paraded me around for all to see
Each step helped me on this journey to break free
from my shell and be who he wanted me to be
And then the music
And then the dance
I put my head on his shoulders and began to weep
tears to flush away the sorrow and the pain
tears to show my overwhelming joy and peace
It's a new day
Drop the past
Leave it all behind
Begin the new life
With just the music
And then the dance
It was not only one brother, buy many waiting to waltz
But that didn't matter
I wanted to waltz only with my savior
to be held in his arms and have him whisper in my ear
I want only and always to waltz with my lord
First the music
and then the dance
Written July 13, 2008
Monday, February 9, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Princess
{Wrote this a few years ago. I think I've already posted it on this blog, but I can't seem to find it, hence the possible repeat. Enjoy}
She lives in her own little world, this kingdom in her mind
Where everyone does her every wish, her every command
She cares not how she treats them or how they feel
She only wants what she wants; her way or the highway
She has a sweet smile, oftentimes masking the hurt or anger inside
But she wears her emotions on her royal sleeve
They all see it; she sees it
Her eyes are dark, telling her emotions, screaming her frustration
They are her weapon; her subjects tremble when she unleashes their knightly fury
She has many thoughts but voices very few
She keeps many frustrations to herself
In times of emotional distress, she cries out
Her subjects listen quietly as if they are asleep
Indeed they are, or try to be
Then the royal Princess climbs back onto her thrown
Hurt, she lays yet another brick on the wall
And paints her royal smile back on her face
She feeds off her subjects’ fear
The very stench drives her, empowers her
She feasts on their intimidation and desires more of this fowl character
Their quivering voices, cowering eyes, hunched shoulders
Feed her, disgust her, make her want it more and more
It sickens her, but she can’t resist
She goes about doing her regal tasks
Prim and proper; no detailed overlooked; perfected perfection
Everything must be done her way
Everything
Or else her fury
Quick, cover your eyes
Don’t look
I hate her
I loathe this princess
She haunts me; she follows me wherever I go
It seems like she grows stronger every day
She overshadows me and stalks me, watching my every more and wanting to escape
Waiting to escape; watching for the very moment when she can come out
I beat her and suppress her royal highness
Sometimes she lives too deep to kill her
But I try to mortify
Others are sent to do the same, with little avail
I fight and fight, but her forces seem stronger at times
I see her face in the mirror and it scares me
I am saddened to think that she sits on my thrown
She takes over my world, my life
I need the King to help me; He is the only One who should rule my life
No princess, no prince, no one but Him
The King can mortify this thief
or better yet He can change her and make her a servant
Just like His Son
He can drop her from her royal pillow and allow her to wash the feet of others
What a privilege, what an awesome turn of events
By His decree He can save her, He can transform her
Only the King can do it
This princess has no chance when He is on the thrown
And He is always on the thrown
Finally, I can take off my tiara
It pierces my head, leaving scars and wounds to remind me of my past
Finally I can start being the servant
Finally, I can escape her world and live in His
I know that she will always be there
Until I finally enter His pearly gates
But every day I must cut her off, gauge her out, pluck it out, mortify
Every day I must take up a symbol of my new life
My cross
Every day I must look to the King for wisdom and guidance
Farewell princess
Good riddance
Written July 8, 2007
She lives in her own little world, this kingdom in her mind
Where everyone does her every wish, her every command
She cares not how she treats them or how they feel
She only wants what she wants; her way or the highway
She has a sweet smile, oftentimes masking the hurt or anger inside
But she wears her emotions on her royal sleeve
They all see it; she sees it
Her eyes are dark, telling her emotions, screaming her frustration
They are her weapon; her subjects tremble when she unleashes their knightly fury
She has many thoughts but voices very few
She keeps many frustrations to herself
In times of emotional distress, she cries out
Her subjects listen quietly as if they are asleep
Indeed they are, or try to be
Then the royal Princess climbs back onto her thrown
Hurt, she lays yet another brick on the wall
And paints her royal smile back on her face
She feeds off her subjects’ fear
The very stench drives her, empowers her
She feasts on their intimidation and desires more of this fowl character
Their quivering voices, cowering eyes, hunched shoulders
Feed her, disgust her, make her want it more and more
It sickens her, but she can’t resist
She goes about doing her regal tasks
Prim and proper; no detailed overlooked; perfected perfection
Everything must be done her way
Everything
Or else her fury
Quick, cover your eyes
Don’t look
I hate her
I loathe this princess
She haunts me; she follows me wherever I go
It seems like she grows stronger every day
She overshadows me and stalks me, watching my every more and wanting to escape
Waiting to escape; watching for the very moment when she can come out
I beat her and suppress her royal highness
Sometimes she lives too deep to kill her
But I try to mortify
Others are sent to do the same, with little avail
I fight and fight, but her forces seem stronger at times
I see her face in the mirror and it scares me
I am saddened to think that she sits on my thrown
She takes over my world, my life
I need the King to help me; He is the only One who should rule my life
No princess, no prince, no one but Him
The King can mortify this thief
or better yet He can change her and make her a servant
Just like His Son
He can drop her from her royal pillow and allow her to wash the feet of others
What a privilege, what an awesome turn of events
By His decree He can save her, He can transform her
Only the King can do it
This princess has no chance when He is on the thrown
And He is always on the thrown
Finally, I can take off my tiara
It pierces my head, leaving scars and wounds to remind me of my past
Finally I can start being the servant
Finally, I can escape her world and live in His
I know that she will always be there
Until I finally enter His pearly gates
But every day I must cut her off, gauge her out, pluck it out, mortify
Every day I must take up a symbol of my new life
My cross
Every day I must look to the King for wisdom and guidance
Farewell princess
Good riddance
Written July 8, 2007
Spitting Words of Art
Krissa introduced me to local arenas of Spoken Word and Slams, and I must say that these events have encouraged me to write and post my words down. I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE poetry and literature (hence the fact that I majored in this in college). It helps me unwind. Lets my thoughts run wild. Shows me who I am and how I'm actually feeling. Let's me create and imagine. Eases my mind and unwinds my frustrations. Allows my emotions to break free from the bottle. Words of art make me smile...
Enjoy one of many ArtWords below...
Enjoy one of many ArtWords below...
Jump
I sit here with the leaves rustling, my mind and thoughts wrestling
I'm scared to let go and open up the floodgates
I'm petrified to reveal the real me
I don't even know who this me within portrays
I'm afraid to let the outside in
My selfishness yearns to keep them out,
to block them from the person they may not like
I shall set up bodyguards, bouncers if you will, to keep them out
They try to see what's all the commotion,
but I fight to black out their vision
I fight harder to reveal the real me
I want them to know
I want to know
Thoughts and emotions too deep to see
This mask burned onto my face
It hurts to remove this painted facade
But scrape I must to reveal the unadulterated girl
Pull
Tag
Stretch
Yank harder
I'm afraid to look past the mask
That's the me I've seen in the mirror for so long
Too long
Scrape it off
Or maybe I can pull it off like a band aid
One quick moment
One second in time
Pain shortlived, though piercing
And than it's all over and I can let the healing begin
I'm scared, but I'm ready
I want to be ready to remove this unnatural face
I desire to reveal the beauty within
It's time to take that leap into vulnerability
It's time to jump off the cliff
and be held in His tender arms
He'll catch me, my loving Father
He'll hold me until the wounds have healed
I'll see my face for the first time
And He'll see my face and whisper in my ear
"You are my Beloved
My creation
and I love you as you are..."
It's time
Here I go
3, 2, 1
Written July 8, 2008
I'm scared to let go and open up the floodgates
I'm petrified to reveal the real me
I don't even know who this me within portrays
I'm afraid to let the outside in
My selfishness yearns to keep them out,
to block them from the person they may not like
I shall set up bodyguards, bouncers if you will, to keep them out
They try to see what's all the commotion,
but I fight to black out their vision
I fight harder to reveal the real me
I want them to know
I want to know
Thoughts and emotions too deep to see
This mask burned onto my face
It hurts to remove this painted facade
But scrape I must to reveal the unadulterated girl
Pull
Tag
Stretch
Yank harder
I'm afraid to look past the mask
That's the me I've seen in the mirror for so long
Too long
Scrape it off
Or maybe I can pull it off like a band aid
One quick moment
One second in time
Pain shortlived, though piercing
And than it's all over and I can let the healing begin
I'm scared, but I'm ready
I want to be ready to remove this unnatural face
I desire to reveal the beauty within
It's time to take that leap into vulnerability
It's time to jump off the cliff
and be held in His tender arms
He'll catch me, my loving Father
He'll hold me until the wounds have healed
I'll see my face for the first time
And He'll see my face and whisper in my ear
"You are my Beloved
My creation
and I love you as you are..."
It's time
Here I go
3, 2, 1
Written July 8, 2008
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