Seeing through eyes of mirrors

About Me

I am someone who is in desperate need of my Father's love. I look in the mirror & wonder if the person I am staring at is me, or just the reflection of a weaker entity. Then I wonder if the child that falls down & crys uncontrolably is a mirror of of my soul, or if that emotional misfit is truly who I am. I wake up every morning, fully aware that today I will sin & hurt my father. I ask myself if I will have the courage to run back into my Father's arms after I'm bleeding; to admit that, again, I followed my own impulse which left me bruised & beaten. I thirst for love, yet I seem to quinch it with my tears. Just like a foolish child I hurt my Father, but I smile at the the thought that I also make Him proud. If today I stumble, I pray that, you oh God, comfort me. If today I hurt you, I pray that you forgive me.
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My Interests

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I'd like to meet:

Someone with thoughts like his, and eyes like yours; with wings like her's and trust like love's.

Music:

I bet if you try REALLY hard, you can guess. .. ..

Movies:

Anything with John Wayne, Jimmy Stuart, Doris Day, Rock Hudson, Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis, Bing Crosby, Bob Hope, Cary Grant, and guys like that.

Television:

Alias Smith and Jones, and Laredo.

Books:

Oh boy, where do i start. I think it would just take too long.

Heroes:

I think that would talke longer than the book section.

My Blog

What & Why

Can I live without life? Massive amounts of tonality scream through my emotions, as this world rotates without you. The stars dance. My heart sings. Drifting dreams fade away, as your ghost sings in a...
Posted by Seeing through eyes of mirrors on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 09:54:00 PST

Dreams Following Seduction

Your blazing heart, your mirroring spirit, these are why I love. My eyes blind me because I see the hour glass in your eyes. Your strength is undeniable, but your crystallized emotions shattered reali...
Posted by Seeing through eyes of mirrors on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 07:16:00 PST

True Worship

What is the essence of worship? Is it beautiful harmony of chords and notes played behind words which we conveniently call songs? When did praise become fast songs and worship become the slower pieces...
Posted by Seeing through eyes of mirrors on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:48:00 PST

Arguments of a Soul

Everything I say, do, or reason is filtered through my desires. My drive is so powerful; it controls my satisfaction in the here and now. When will I no longer dream to the point of discontentment?&n...
Posted by Seeing through eyes of mirrors on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 10:45:00 PST

Thoughts of You

Graphic tales are told. Hate runs ramped. Perversion speaks with the boldness of the gospel. We joke of the things that scare us because how are we to deal with fearing life itself. You disagree with ...
Posted by Seeing through eyes of mirrors on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 09:57:00 PST

Depressed Love

Why are we infatuated with what we cannot have? Why is love a gloomy dungeon and my emotions a snare laying in wait to torture me? I am what one would call a "Jack of all trades." God has enabled me t...
Posted by Seeing through eyes of mirrors on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 09:37:00 PST