Thus, Hope gives Earth blessings, Courage lights the flame, Kindness makes water the source of life and

Pursuit lets wisdom ride the wind.


Everyone needs to go to this site - http://sketch.odopod.com/
Make yourself an account and sketch away. While you're at it, look at other people's sketches.
It's AMAZING.
I personally suck at the sketches, but it's still heap loads of fun!


Today, is going to be a great day, I'm deciding.
It's going to be a day where I take friends to the park and fly kites and climb trees. A day where we sit around and play video games, watch movies and eat snacks.
Today is hangout day. I just decided.

An Atrocity

I just want to comment on this image.



Notice how the mother giraffe feeds on the baby giraffe's eye.
This is a perfect demonstration of the brutality and the horror of animals out in the wild.
In fact, I do not think we should tolerate this abuse any longer.



These horrid creatures also partake in a twisted inter-racial mating act.
How wrong..How disgusting.
I say we hunt down these vile creatures of sin and rid the earth of their depravity.

Endless Star Ocean

I wonder if the moons gravitational pull on the earth is captivating me and pulling me toward it.
At night when the moon rises and the stars fill the sky with an ocean, I stay awake.
My heart feels illuminated by the light reflected off of the moon.
My eyes are bright with a cosmic wonder of the universe.

I think of you.

When the moon sets, busy minds awaken. My mind still floats in the twilight.
It still drifts quietly in a starry ocean. A symphonic wave still fills my ears.
That wave is your voice that emanates from the brightened moon.

The night, how wondrous. You make it never end.

Now A Flame

You're like the andiron that hold me up,
And Your whispers are the air that flows through me.
You ignite me. I am a flame.

I'm losing the home that I thought I had, and the family I thought I knew.
Things are very hard for me. I kind of feel as if I'm becoming bitter.
Not only bitter, but hollow? I guess I can say that's how I'm feeling.
I have to remember that no matter how hard things are for me right now, it is so small in comparison to the universe I reside.
We are so small, and yet we think that we are so big.
Today I discovered something. I was searching for apartments and filling my little head with worry.
Worried about how good my apartment will be, what type of neighborhood I'm in, and worried about the money I'll have.
Then I realized.....
This goes against everything that I /know/. This goes against everything that I believe in.
So I've decided, I don't give a care anymore about how much of rat hole my place is. I need to get myself in line and remember what my calling is.
My calling is to love and maintain my relationship with my Father and my creator who has breathed life into my lungs and provided me with all I need to live for a full 18 years.
My calling is to show other people around the town of Weatherford, the state of Oklahoma, The United States, and the world the same love that I know.
My calling is to build homes, to feed the hungry and to remember that I do not exist.
Bitterness and worry have been consuming me.
Now..I think I'll try something new for a change.

Drink Your Poison

Bentley Stephens always focused on sounds.
Lighting up his last cigarette, the man stares blankly into the smoke that fills the air.
Sitting outside on the curb, he listens closely to the buzzing sound of the cafe's neon lights.
"It feels so good," the man thinks to himself "and I feel so bad."
Bentley Stephens' father criticized him on a daily basis about being weak and worthless. His mother was the biggest influence of his life. She never cared about anything. She didn't care about her husband. She didn't care about Bentley, and most of all, she didn't care about living.
Fighting was common in the Stephens' home.
Bentley would always lock himself in his room. But the walls never could block out the sounds of his parents yelling, or the doors slamming, or glasses being thrown.
When Bentley turned thirteen years old, his mother was found dead by overdose in the family's pool house. Throughout Bentley's teenage years he turned to excessive smoking and drinking. Distraught and saddened by the poor qualities he felt he had, and the terrible living conditions he felt he was in. He was also a great musician. He was known as a recluse, but distancing himself from people gave him time to focus on sounds.
When Bentley turned eighteen, his father threw him out of the only home he knew.
Bentley is now twenty-three. He works at a cafe and he lives in a small apartment. Every day he lights up a cigarette and strums his guitar.
He writes songs about depression and hate, and he feels what he writes.
Bentley is a sad man, transformed by sins around him.

When will Bentley be transformed by something different?