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joshua

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About Me

  I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God." And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Told, the meteorite is the source of the light And the meteor's just what we see And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to theeAnd the meteorite's just what causes the light And the meteor's how it's perceived And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to theesome people never go crazy. me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. they'll find me there. it's Cherub, they'll say, and they pour wine down my throat rub my chest sprinkle me with oils. then, I'll rise with a roar, rant, rage - curse them and the universe as I send them scattering over the lawn. I'll feel much better, sit down to toast and eggs, hum a little tune, suddenly become as lovable as a pink overfed whale. some people never go crazy. what truly horrible lives they must lead.

My Blog

just like them

... and as my mind drifted away from me i watched as the fireflies flew round and round the bug zapper each one eventually going full force kamikazee into the light zapped into oblivion i watched them...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 04:54:00 GMT

This is why I text

Jules: I just missed the train and the next one doesn't get into San Francisco until 3. Shitty!Joshua: Bastard Train! I HATE THAT TRAIN!Jules: I hate it too. Trains are CLEARLY inferior!Joshua: Obviou...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 02:16:00 GMT

the dark room

i awoke in the darkroomshivering and confused in my purgatory sheetmy hands feeling of the same stenchthe air chill against my confidencei became lost in this darkroommy stench hands reaching for the ...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 18:51:00 GMT

faces

faces my life as numbers counting higher and higher getting closer and closer&.to less and less haven't seen the sun in weeks there is no sun only the smog and the buildings so much smog, so many bu...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 20:27:00 GMT