I love Jesus Christ
Educate yourself on what is going on in Uganda. Google it if you need to.
I love the Family God has blessed me with
I'm engaged, and I don't care if you think I'm too young
Music is how I express myself
Love is the Movement
Rescue is Possible
Don't be scared of change
I hate religion
Dont get so busy shooting the wounded, that you forget where the real battle is.
With or without Religion, you'd have good people doing good things, and bad people doing bad things. But for good people to do evil things, that requires religion.
Do you think we could work out a sign, so I know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try?
"I like your Christ,
I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ".
-Ghandi

I Love Megan.

Four Winds
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying trying to keep them alive His body's decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building whereA squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her hairBut when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed She cavesThe Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute If you burn them all together you get close to the truth still They are pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons While shadows lengthen the sunCast off the schools of meditation built to soften the times And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines Four winds, cry until it comesAnd it's the son of man Slouching towards Bethlehem A heart just can't contain all of that empty space It breaks, it breaks, it breaksWell, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead They said, "You'd better look alive"And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east I buried my ballast, I made my peace With four winds, leveling the pinesBut when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon She just can't compete with all that outer space She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves
"Arc Of Time"
You can make a plan Carve it into stone Like a feather falling That is still unknownUntil the clock speaks up Says it’s time to go You can choose the high Or the lower roadYou might clench your fist You might fork your tongue As you curse or praise All the things you’ve doneAnd the faders move And the music dies As we pass over On the arc of timeSo you’ll nurse your love like a wounded dove in the covered cage of night Every star is crossed by phrenetic thoughts they separate and then collide and they twist like sheets ‘til you fall asleep and they finally unwind it’s a black balloon, it’s a dream you’ll soon denyI hear if you make friends With Jesus Christ You’ll get right up From that chalk outlineAnd then you'll get dolled up And you'll dress in white All to take your place In his chorus lineAnd then in you’ll come With those marching drums In a saintly compromise No more whiskey slurs No more blonde hair girls For your whole eternal life And you’ll do the dance That was choreographed At the very dawn of time Singing “I told you son, The day would come, You would die, you die, you die, you die…”To the deepest part Of the human heart The fear of death expands ‘til we crack the code, we’ve always known But could never understand On a circuit board We’ll soon be born Again