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Seth Sonnier

About Me

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
Matthew 11:28-30

I am the proud father of my son,
Riely Wilson Sonnier.
When I was a young boy, about three or four,
My mother’s father gave me a chore.
"Do you see this barn and the color?
We need to paint one coat, and another."
"What color, what color?!?"
"Red, of course."
My mother hollered for a change of clothes.
"Grandpa why is the paint the same that you chose?"
"Well lad, you see, red is what’s proper, just like the grass is green."
"Oh, I see."
"Well this is a full day’s work for you and me.
Lets grab our brushes and the pails.
We’ll stop for lunch and I’ll tell you tales.
But just remember pleasure comes after the work of the master,
And sleep comes after the sun."
I started to paint what looked like a disaster,
And he covered all of what I had done.
I remember getting angry and questioning him,
"Why’d you ask for help if you’d cover it again?"
"Am I too young to paint, am I not a man?"
He never really explained, he kept his brush in his hand.
And as I grew older I began to understand.
Love is letting someone help, even when it slows you down.
The young will learn that work is best, standing with four feet on the ground.
An extra hand, even the small helps the big to do it all.
I look ahead to my son being born.
I think of what I learned that day.
For all my life I’ll remember that barn, and ask my son paint.
I have an amazing partner.
Heather
I will die loving her.
Lets take a mind altering journey with our hands burning to touch, our lips waiting to feel, and our souls ready to knit. I want to keep some distance because my passion is not to be quenched. Is it not better to want with all your heart, and never be satisfied; then to have what you want only to realize that its not what you want? I want imagination, the thrill of the chase, and never the satisfaction of victory. I want to constantly be on the search for my satisfaction. The satisfaction that doesn’t come from winning the heart, keeping it for a bit, saving a piece of it forever, and moving on to a new one. I want the uncertainty of how things could of been, I don’t want to know. What I know so far, just goes to show, I don’t want to know. I just want to want, to look for what I’m missing and find it, but not take it... I just want to remember the feeling of being so close to completion, that I could see it, taste it, even have the chance to, but I don’t. I turned it down, so if ever I lost it, it wouldn’t matter because it was never there in the first place. If you never taste an apple, then how can you crave an apple. You can’t. I’ve lost love enough, I know how it feels to love, be loved, and lose love. Now all I ask for is the spark, nothing more. Just the smile, the un-awkward silence, that’s all. I want the innocence. True love. Agape love. No empty promises to make you feel good. Just truth. True love. No physical attachment, purely mental, maybe even spiritual. Relationships have two outcomes, good and bad. I just want good. I just want her. The one in my dreams. The one who’s face I cant make out. The one that when I’m with her one second in a dream, it make a thousand days more bearable. She’s all I want and I wont settle for less. Show me someone who is willing to merely talk and never touch, and I’ll hold a mirror and show them a rare treasure. It’s about connection, not perfection. I want an anchor to keep me in touch without a touch. I want her.
I am blessed abundantly by:
The Lord, Jesus Christ.
I am but a blade,
Risen from the ground,
And my dirt filled story spans the page,
Somewhere between shaky and sound,
But my glory will soon fade like a flower dying down.
For I am a man formed with dirt from foot to crown.
You must awake o' sleeper and rise from the dead,
For He that's above will shine light upon your head.
Be careful how you walk, not as unwise men,
Because the One who loves us is the beginning and the end.
He will judge us according to our hearts.
He has loved us right from the very start.
Live with purpose and leave the dark.
Everlasting life with Him is the promised best part.
These three are the reason I live.
They make up my everything.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 03/07/2008
Band Members:

someone said the scarecrow is fighting off the flocks.
others say it's alright; the farmers need the crops.
he saw him raise two barrels to his face.
he snatched the corn but never flew away.

his blood was spilled.
the scarecrow got his kill.

i just got an update, our feathered friend is fine.
he tried to fly but barbed wire caught his side.
there never was a scarecrow in sight.
the little black bird lied.

like birds perched on a wire, we chirp the words of liars.
down the rows the stories go, ear to ear and crow to crow.

off in the distance, one sits and listens, then flies to tell all who were missing.
the story gets twisted and the facts get changed.
now the tale is different and all that remains the same is the name, the lie, and the wire.

my name is scarecrow, tell me all that you know.

your tongue is cold and out of control.

don't you lie, i see it in you're eyes.
my hay is dry, your nest is wet, the field's on fire, and the rain has quit.

the fire of your lies has burned all of this.
sit in the ashes with me.

like birds perched on a wire, we chirp the words of liars.
down the rows the stories go, ear to ear and crow to crow.

all that remains the same is the name, the lie, and the wire.
the field is on fire.
liar.

Influences: Robert Frost

He was loved; He was great.
By Seth Sonnier


I thought a lot about what you said.
I lay still at night with the dead.
Head stones and wooden crosses,
The light's gone, so burn the torches.

We can surround ourselves with roses.
It wont save us from hell.
We can fill our hands with possessions.
It wont send us to heaven.

A small pine box, a silk lined casket;
Covered with dirt and rocks,
All will forget it!

He was born, and then he lived.
Now he's dead and no one cares.

We can surround ourselves with roses.
It wont save us from hell.
We can fill our hands with possessions.
It wont send us to heaven.

A small pine box, a silk lined casket;
Covered with dirt and rocks,
All will forget it!

Everyone living that knows your name
That would shed a tear on your dying day,
Will one day do the same;
And follow your steps to the grave.
And everyone living that knows their name
That would shed a tear on their dying day,
Will one day do the same;
And follow their foot steps to the grave.

No one will live to say, "he was loved; he was great."

No one will live to say, "she was loved; she was great."

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My Blog

i suppose that you know

i see you caught in the current.the water is pulling you down.i wish i had a boat because i don't want to see you drown. we came  just for a dip.you wanted swim, so you jumped in. who will save you ...
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apple.prince.cheese.laugh.death.car.
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a blanket of hate

(this is an old old poem i wrote [when emo was cool] long ago in a galaxy far far away )You said you want to make a blanket full of what we hated, So we can warm ourselves with our lies.Well use worn...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Feb 2010 12:47:00 GMT

just a start.

a shade of gray; or to cover a bulb- hides my eyes from things i don't want to see or believe.i need a filter to clean the air and let me breathe easier.discretion to guide my unruly eyes.let me be fr...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Feb 2010 17:41:00 GMT

To seth the life of my love:

hey darling. i just wanted to let you know im very thankful for everything you do.. taking care of me, rie and puck. helping me get closer to God by encouraging me. You have changed so much, grown up ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jan 2010 13:21:00 GMT

blessing come.

I am blessed without a doubt. My Savior looks out for me.I'll praise his name forever and raise my hands towards heaven.He took me from the grave and in his book of life He wrote my name.He called me ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Jan 2010 15:24:00 GMT

REM

i punched your dog, square in the jaw.he came right at me with his two front paws.claws and all, he tore into my side.knocked me to the ground and looked me in my eye."here's for hitting my nose with ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jan 2010 15:12:00 GMT

a run-on

fill in the blank.stare.off in space.the final frontier.put a sock in it.goes like this.is war.don't judge a book by it's cover.your ears.
Posted by on Sun, 22 Nov 2009 09:15:00 GMT

old men's noses

I glanced in your eyesTo look for remorse, But denial took you down its deceitful course.Full force You ran into the liars hand,The one who said To love is grand,To love is a lie. Just a foolish whi...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Nov 2009 09:08:00 GMT

sweet like tea in 1590- song

fill me up and let me taste, [sweet] like tea down in the south.drill me out and let me leak, let my taste fill their mouth.we are full of deceit. broken limbs.cut roots.dead trees.i want to see their...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Nov 2009 07:13:00 GMT