Just Life .

No make up.
No hidden scars.
No break ups.
No broken hearts.
No lying, cheating, or stealing,
just living life and healing.
No confusion, no hot and cold,
no fighting until we grow old.
No arguing through the night,
just dancing and enjoying life.
No blank stares inside,
just seeing fire in your eyes.
Take a cold heart of stone,
open it in secret, alone;
feed it love and watch it grow,
life happens now, so here we go!
No repeat problems, don't try to avoid and dodge them,
talk it out, laugh about, and never cease to be a gentleman.
Never wanted complications.
Never needed innovations.
Just some well-deserved conversations,
without any implications.
Sitting on the beach tonight,
feet wet with sand, in the moonlight,
if we do this now let's do it right,
Drive safe as you head home tonight.

listen to the lyrics .

Some songs are just too good to go unnoticed. The messages they send, through the beat, through the vibe, through the rhythms and just the slightest combination of sounds they bring together. Today I've been on an A Day To Remember trip. I have always liked them, but today started to really listen to the lyrics of stuff. Wow is all i can say.

If you've never heard of ADTR, here's the main gist. They combine a sort of pop sound with a much heavier sound. They have very good voices, but can also scream like a motherfucker. Imagine something sort of along the lines of Attack Attack. But personally, I think they're better. If you like heavy driving sounds with some GREAT words, this stuff is for you.

a short poem .

Two paths crossed, one like another

but would it work between each other

time is what will tell you best

makes heart true, endure the rest

doors opened, doors closed

opportunities arose

let we all forget that we

had become one entity

remember now for all or naught

the lessons learned, the things we taught

for one or two the same is true

believe in yourself, believe it's true

like it or not, the clock will tick

while even those nasty nicknames stick

to fight and despair; don't waste your air

go down the road, it's better there

video responses .

There's been a video going around called "Why I Hate Religion, but Love Jesus." Originally I think it was finding its way around Facebook, and since I don't have one, I hadn't originally seen it. However, someone posted it to one of my friends' Tumblrs and so I ended up being in the digital loop that is normally constrained to Facebook. When I first watched it, I pretty much agreed. But what sort of person would I be if I just took one person's opinion and accepted it without looking at the others? I started to look at the video responses. And what I found began to add a whole new separate part to this story.

walden .

So at the end of yesterday's post I randomly threw in that I had picked up Walden by Henry David Thoreau at the library. I have always been highly appreciate of literature in various forms, and it and I are connected in quite a few ways. When I was very young, I wrote in journals -- most especially when the family would go on vacation. In some ways I was like a reporter, keeping daily chronicles of every single minute thing that we did, from the literal food items on my plate at breakfast to the specific game we played in the pool. To be honest, I don't know if that was the beginnings of a love of writing -- but it certainly can be celebrated in its own correlative manner.