Wednesday 21 November 2007

Dream Big

someday i wanna skateboard somewhere, far away, thats my dream, what is your dream, like a dream for life, my other one, is to set up a hangout place for teens in calgary, but recently it is to skatebaord, to like canmore or something,4 hours drive, but forever on a board. what else. i am writting a story, it is taking a while, but i am at a point where i need to make up some background, and am not sure how exactly what it will be. stories, they are fun to write. What do you think about when you ride horses, cause when i ride horses i think about not falling off, and hoping the horse will keep moving, and not run into a tree. but that might just be me. how long would it take, to skateboard to reddeer?? that i think i wanna find out, my problem is i have no time to do my massive skateboard trip, cause i got school, and i cant much go in the winter, i was thinking spring break, but it still might be too cold, i was thinkingnext summer, but then i wanna work at my camp as a cook. i think that dreams are looked down apone, never taken seriously, i heard this kid talking, i think t his mom, about how he wanted to be in the NHL, but the kid said 'that's a silly dream" cause that is what he had always been told, but his mom told him it was not silly, it would take lots of work, but he could do it. that made me happy, cause i dont think enough poeple believe in others dreams andhow, random rant from patricia...

i wrote that al loooong time ago, highschool? before i had my longboard gr 12 id say, and now, i wanna hand out the metro
"goodmorning, would you like a metro?" "please recycle"

Monday 19 November 2007

hurting

this world is hurting you know. many a people are hurting, lost and afraid. poeple are hurt by themselves, by others and by disease. my life is pretty easy going, but i feel sick to the stomach for all those i know who are hurting. i feel so helpless, i bet they do too. i geuss a bit of a poem i wrote, about the world, I cry to God, cause i know he could change it all, but he doen't he has a bigger plan that i dont see.

titled: a need to be still

How can I say it,
about what you’ve created?
This world suck.
Look what we’ve done,
from perfection to sin.

Where are you?
Cause we’ve gone so far from the truth.
In death and tears,
still you promise to be near.

In all the pain
You promise to be faithful
You’re still true;
you have control so
why do you do what you do?
Why don’t you do what I want you to?
I need to be still and know you are God.
I need to be still.

How can I say it,
about what you’ve created?
This world suck.
Look what we’ve done,
from perfection to sin.

Where are you?
I’m searching and longing for truth.
In death and tears,
still I've felt your presence near.

There’s so much pain,
cause you’ve given us freewill.
You still control,
but you let us choose.
Why do we do what we do?
Why don’t we do what you want us to?
We need to be still and know you are God.
I need to be still.

How can I say it,
about what you’ve created?
This world suck.
Look what we’ve done,
from perfection to sin.


i just wanna take away all hurt, God can, but you know maybe it has a purpose. maybe being in pain and suffering isnt all that bad and good comes out of it. but i can hardly believe that and i dont much suffer, how could someone in pain believe that, but i need to be still and know i'm not God, i dont got it all figured out. i wish my friends didn't have to hurt. and it aint a part of God's plan, it is a part of this messed up world we live in. yet somehow God can use it for good, and he is waiting for us, i think. you know? we cant get mad at God for doing what he does, what he does is always right, but what we do isn't always right.

Friday 9 November 2007

Beckoning



When even the sun’s gone dark, and the stars forget to shine; when the moon reflects only dust, into this bitter heart of mine;
find me.

When the smoothest rock is rough, and silk a bed of nails; when a tapestry dulls my soul, and looses all color and details;
find me.

If you got a tear to tide me over, wipe your own eyes dry. If you think a crumb will calm my fears, you’re believing in a lie.
find me.

Where a hollowed rock becomes my home, all alone, all alone; where bird nor beast would dare to come, forbidden place of foul stone;
find me.

Where water’s poisoned, and swamp is deep; where a silent valley is trapped by walls so steep;
find me.

If you got a tear to tide me over, wipe your own eyes dry. If you think a crumb will calm my fears, you’re believing in a lie.
find me.

For the wind has stilled, and the time is right; For the trembling stones are darker than night;
find me.
For I’m all alone, and I can’t hold on; for I’ve lost all hope, and my tears will soon be gone;
find me.

If you got a tear to tide me over, wipe your own eyes dry. If you think a crumb will calm my fears, you’re believing in a lie.
find me.

Come through the forest on the path of the night; come and be singing, for it shall bring light;
find me.

Come with a hope that brightens your face; Come with a sword, and get me out of this place;
find me.

A tear can’t tide me over. A crumb can’t calm my fears. What I need is you, and I need you to be near.
find me.