Fragments of My Mind

Onward, forward, and beyond...

2015-11-21T06:34:00.001-08:00

It is a hard thing to accept what you feel like is the end of a "dream that could be". But sometimes we must do this in order to see the reality of what is to come. Is it enough to continue to dance with the ghosts of our past? Only pacifying our true needs in pursuit of our already decaying archaic desires.

I challenge you to truly seek God and his plan for your life, casting aside the backup plans you have just in case you don't like where God is taking you. For life begat life. "Trust in the Lord, with all your heart and lean not on your own understandings. But in all your ways acknowledge him and he shall direct your path."

Proverbs 3:5-6

Hmmm...

2015-10-01T21:09:00.001-07:00

I'm not a confirmed theologian and often I ponder upon the same truths of God's word as you may. I'm often caught in the cycle of putting parables, scriptures and thoughts through constant digestion over and over again. But sometimes the smallest inklings of revelation can drop upon the canvas of your mind. My disclaimer; this is not an anti-theoretical, empirical attempt at a conclusive truth. But isn't it interesting that Jesus and Jonah were both on a boat sleeping through a storm? When Jonah was awaken to help with the storm he ultimately could only get peace by being swallowed by the circumstances where as Jesus spoke and commanded the circumstances to stop. Now at the very simplest interpretation it seems very important who you run to during your storms. I mean it wasn't as if during Jonah's experiences the shipmates weren't praying to their various Gods. However during the disciples experience, God happened to be right there with them.

Falling in love, really???

2015-09-21T09:19:00.003-07:00

It is quite interesting that we use the phrase, “falling in love” as if “love” was a hole in the ground or some open void out in the prairie that we happen to stumble into. No wonder we ask why do you love me? To which some might reply, “Oh, you’re beautiful or handsome”, “you’re nice” or maybe “you and me are compatible” (that’s a whole another subject in itself). If this is true then what did Jesus trip over in order to fall in love with me; my sins? But who would trip over lying, cheating, lustfulness, greed, etcetera and stay in that hole after tripping in it? I know I would be screaming, “Get me out of here, I’ve happen to have fallen in love”.

However, Biblical love is not deemed some happenstance or involuntary emotion that you have no control over but rather something intentional. “For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him should not parish”.[1] Gave is the key word there, in order to give something you have to intentional make a decision to give it away. If you go with the proposition that you fall in love, then it is more of an accident or something that was taken away from you. Thus giving credence to the idea that, “you stole my heart”. “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”[2] If love is all of those things, then love is a choice that we make. If God is love[3], and his actions toward us is the epitome of the example of love then we know that it is a choice to love.

So love is represented in our actions versus our euphoric feelings. So then we don’t fall in love rather we choose to love someone. So the true question is why have you chosen to be patient with me, or kind to me? Why do you suffer with me, or don’t get angry with me easily? To which your reply can be, “because you look good”. I’m just joking, but you can get the example of what I’m trying to say. So now when I think of why Jesus loves me, I think of this sobering idea. The idea is that Jesus didn’t ‘fall’ in love with me. Rather he chose to love me. He loved me by seeing my situation and deciding to get in the hole with me to show me the way out, instead of simply telling me how much he loved me.

[1] John 3:16 (Holy Bible)

[2] 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (Holy Bible)

[3] 1 John 4:16 (Holy Bible)

Bucket of Tears

2015-09-13T19:11:00.001-07:00

If a bucket of tears mopped the floors of our tomorrow,

Could we steal happiness from today,

So our future selves could borrow?

Will those actions torment us like the running of the bulls?

Running for temporary satisfaction.

The unmasking our thoughts reveal a gouging transaction.

If the horns of our hearts somehow bring us to be,

Would the reflection of our future be clear enough to see?

A bucket of tears could mop the floor of our tomorrows,

Will you still spend it with me?

Touch

2015-09-09T07:50:00.001-07:00

One of the most powerful senses is the sense of touch. To feel the contact of another person enter your realm through touch can be exhilarating or alarming. For example holding hands is one of the most basic and intimate practices of touch. Think about it, lovers hold hands as they walk idly through evening sessions talking for hours. Friends greet each other with a signature handshake unbeknownst to any outsider. Spouses grip each other's hands as they brace the woman through child birth. And though formal, a handshake introduces you to a new employer or constituent.

Touch has to be one of the most interdependent senses we employ. With these touches we impress ourselves physically into someone else's lives. Touch can also be volatile, like when someone physically abuses someone, when a child touches a hot flame, or unwelcomed fingers that probe unwelcomed places. If physical touch has the ability to leave such great impressions on our lives, how much more does emotional touch intimately dive into the seas of our souls.

If we are cautious to be ever so careful in a physical plane where we can see the damage or elation by touch. Shouldn't we be even more careful with emotional touch, where we are not always able to see the repercussions of our actions? I pray that you touch each other's lives in a way that doesn't damage, but rather fosters healing. A way that doesn't gain intimacy through dissimulation but fosters an atmosphere of welcome through honest intentions. Touch.

It's not time to quit!

2015-07-04T23:31:00.001-07:00

Don't quit. Contrary to what many people say it is not always easy to quit. Some aspirations are like seeds that have yet to germinate because they lack the proper environment to sprout and flourish. But you never know when that seed will be sown into good ground. It is difficult to believe in what is not seen with the natural eye. But if you had to wait for that optical assurance then progression would inch along in very small increments. Do not let the sharp reminder edging you to keep going become a dull, numbing pain that you learn to ignore. Don't quit!

Parent Like

2015-04-21T09:52:00.003-07:00

I was praying for God to reveal to me who he was. What his personality was like etc. I had a dream, where I came home to my room and it was all changed around. The bed was smaller and things were missing like a dresser and something I used to keep money in. When I saw my mom I started complaining, “What did you do to my room, where my dresser, and my bed is small? Where is my stuff?” She looked at me and didn’t say anything at first but I knew by her look that I had done wrong. I can tell she was disappointed by me and how I was acting. She then started to explain to me what she did, she said you didn’t even ask what happened. You just started complaining”. Then she explained how she moved things around for the betterment of the family, and how she had been working on it all morning.

She told me she switched my room with my brother. She also said that my bed and dresser was in my new room. She moved my money to a new holding place in her room because she had a better method of holding it. I still wanted to complain, but by then I started to feel a little ashamed. I think I said something about the bed being too small for my brother. But then I had this pseudo conscious unconscious experience and realized it was a setting in my past so my brother was smaller. I realized how everything she did was for the betterment of the family and not just me. In fact she did do something for me I just didn’t realize it because I was upset things weren’t how I left them. Anyway, I started to think is God like this, doing things that are for the betterment of the whole family? I thought that sometimes we don’t understand God’s thinking but instead of asking or trying to find out we just complain. In all actuality it was my mother, so she had every right to move everything in that house. After all she and my father paid for it. I was just able to use it because I was their child.

When...

2013-10-19T21:33:00.001-07:00

When piano chords speak to you, that’s when you’ll hear me

When fear is resonating but can’t be heard clearly

When vision is touching and touching is feeling

When all this drowns you but you’re still breathing

That’s when you’ll see me but it won’t matter because you’ll know me

You’ll dock at the shore of me which is the core of me

And I’ll come out and meet you, and climb aboard…

Acceptance /Nerual

2013-06-17T12:32:00.000-07:00

Sometimes the faintest goodbyes are the ones heard the loudest. The subtle brushes with history the most painful and the vaguest memories the most vivid. How does one prepare to let go of what was never truly grasped. The hope of reconciliation pried from a weak grip that could never truly hold on to the past. I was reminded of this today when a faint dream became more of a reality. I don’t know if the dream was truly a precursor to what reality confirmed today. I would hope so but reality planted its seeds months ago. I believe that maybe this seed had just received enough nourishment, and in turn its roots sprouted deep into my subconscious.

Never the less alignment of my dream with today’s discoveries is all too perfect. As perfect as an arrow or gunshot ever was when it ricocheted off its unintended target to its main focus. I supposed I could weep in this discovery; however weeping is not what is needed. Acceptance is what is needed. For not to accept this reality would only prolong the nightmare of denial. So I accept this today. I embrace the change of separation and I let all emotions attached with that change precipitate upon me. Hopefully this rain will be a healing rain. Maybe it will be a cleansing rain? If neither then let rain simply reign.

" If rain drowned me in emotions over again and again. I pray it always rains so that my swimming would not be in vain." - Kevin Burns Jr.

Form Follows Function

2013-06-13T11:58:00.001-07:00

The statement form follows function is an excellent example of a phrase that can be taken from its original context and applied to other realms. Form follows function is an architectural based phrase that indicates the form a structure is given is derived from the intended function of that structure. Could this concept be applied to human characteristics or traits? Could the formation of our talents, abilities and innate skills constitute that we have a specific function? Does a statement of this nature allude to intelligent design? Could there be a general purpose for each individual occupying time and matter? I would say yes.

However, I am left to believe that this concept does propose certain challenges when the roles are reversed. Could you imagine function following form? This alone could thrust an individual into an investigative frenzy as they tried to figure out the purpose of their particular form. This certainly would generate its fair share of who, what, where, when and why’s. But isn’t this what we do every day in scientific discovery? We are forms trying to figure out our functions. We are asking questions and researching the very meaning of our existence. Why is this the first question that often rolls off an inquisitive mind? To which the road of many answers soon follow. It is up to the individual to scour through these answers to secure the path to the truth.

I only write this today to spark thought not to challenge individual thoughts. I am trying to encourage swimming and not necessarily judge your stroke. The first step is the decision that one needs to go a little deeper. “Diving into the shallow is more dangerous than leaping into the deep.”

Happy Birthday April!

2013-06-12T19:56:00.001-07:00

As this day comes to its imminent end I am reminded of ideals that are dear to most individuals. My sibling hood has been a blessed one filled with affectionate family members who work in unison. I am aware that as my tenure as a brother seems to be reaching its peak involvement that some see theirs facing an end. Death is looming around all of us and the uncertainty of its loose grip reminds me to enjoy life’s true blessings. For rarely do we see the shine of true treasure until it has already become a dull ornament with no luster. So in conclusion I say Happy Birthday April Burns!

MIscellaneous

2013-04-06T16:02:00.001-07:00

The strongest four letter word in our vocabulary has often been used in every capacity except for what it is deemed. It is often misused to bewilder those who don’t truly understand its true meaning. In order to gain an edge on those who yearn to feel its true essence. For with love there is no one way to encompass its meaning in other words. For this noun is in every since a verb. The only way to truly understand these four letters is to bear witness to its actions. For we bear witness to its unselfishness in the ultimate sacrifice when Jesus Christ died for humanity in order to give them a right to the kingdom of heaven. Or other examples such as the U.S. soldiers whose death totals surpass acceptable numbers of which there are none. May their love for the country which deploys them never be forgotten or used in selfish ways to collect currency on an already depreciating dollar. We hear it crying through countless musical classics of all genres. These melodies are sweeter to the ear than honey is to the tongue. This feeling more fulfilling to the soul than grandmothers Sunday dinner is to your pallet. Yes, this emotion is the direct representation of your hearts very mission.

“Love”

It is a great day to think

2013-04-06T15:55:00.002-07:00

Life is not solely about me, in fact on the grand scheme of things my existence might or might not matter that much at all outside those friends and love ones who choose to honor my life with integrity. But instead life is about the advancement of all Gods people for if all people advance I am counted in that number and if one of us (human) falls I am also to blame. So with these truths I advise that your greatest gift be your mind, for with it you can influence many, whether to adhere good or evil is your decision. Just remember you live in the world you help create. So ones life should not be caught up in trying to achieve great fame or wealth because when you die your wealth will be divided up among men and none will follow you to your second life. I admonish you that you can only leave impressions on the minds you come in contact with. Let those impressions be of love, peace , and understanding and an inner goal to improve the state of mankind and not those that will only cripple and demolish what morals and truths we hold to be self evident that we are one nation under God , indivisible with liberty and justice for all.

Furthermore I ask that you try your solemn best to treat each other better than you would treat yourself. Since we are made in the image of God every time you mistreat one of your fellow humans you only spit in the face of your creator since he made us in his image. Life is a burdensome task but only you choose to which level of scrutiny those burdens will affect you. Let us not get caught up in such futile arguments over race, sex, and creed but realize that none of us knows the face of our creator so we must all live in humbleness until such knowledge is bestowed to us at the great Day of Judgment. For if we are to live this life why not live it in unity instead of segregation.

Goodmorning

2012-10-23T09:43:00.001-07:00

A blog to me is an organized compilation of words written in a manner to have you value the opinion of what a writer is saying. I wonder today what the conversation around my living area is. From there I wonder what the conversation is around the nation and furthermore the world. It seems to me that people are doing what they have always been. People are searching; searching for a stable job, searching for spiritual truth and searching for their place in the world. Will your conversations today bring you any closer to this? Will the work you do transcend everyday monotony or will it just perpetuate the invisible machine of an economy? Where will you find meaning? I think that the search for truer meaning or purpose progresses us all.

Best Regards,

Kevin Burns Jr.

Free...Will

2012-07-31T10:43:00.003-07:00

Imagination is great for movies. Creativity is awesome for art. Sometimes they don’t do so well in how we depict others. Sometimes; just sometimes we have to see others for who they are. It does not mean that you stop hoping and praying for change. It doesn’t mean that you cast a shadow of thought on what others may become. But it does mean that you can’t will someone to be different. By forcing your every thought, action, and reaction in a way that you hope changes someone you will only succeed in changing your mood from hopeful to frustration. For will is great when it comes to the individual pursuit of change. But when it comes to changing others it is almost powerless. For one’s own will must be activated in order for them to illicit change in them self. This is both a liberating and restricting revelation. For the individual who decides to change it is liberating. For the individual that hopes for change it forces you to be a motivating but restrictive bystander. Thus is the power and beauty of free will. Be the change in the world that you want to see because you might only be able to see the change in the world if it comes from thee.

Good day, God bless

How could you have chosen that

2012-07-20T21:50:00.001-07:00

? How can you have chosen him over me I could have been the sun that brightens your sky I could have been the air you breathe I would have been much healthier to you I would have been the water and he’s you thirst He is the poison that makes your heart hurt And every moment you spend with him You pump his venom through your system You don’t even yearn for healing You just want the pain to stop That’s like never putting out the fire Just hoping not to feel the burning That’s like longing not to be wet standing in the rain Or wishing someone would love you But picking someone over me again and again I could have cherished everything about you Leaving imprints of my love on your heart Like footprints in the sand What more would it take How much more could you withstand How can you ignore the sweet aroma of romance How can you not let our love stand the test of time The duration of time I would love you All the way to heaven’s doors From there you’re the Lord’s This is a poem from my book “Heart … Who Goes There?” This book is a book with a collection of poems about the different thoughts and stages of love. I believe poetic speech can allow one to express themself artistically though words. This poem is titled “?”. The “?” of course refers to questions. It is very easy to view this poem from only a humanistic view and thus relate to it on a basic level. But life is often more complex than we think so let’s take a closer look at it. Think about it. Who hasn’t been in the position that the author implies in this poem. When you see someone you love infatuated with someone who doesn’t care about them it bothers you. But I dare you to look at this poem as if Christ wrote it to you. Now how does it make you feel? What emotions are going through your mind? Are you starting to grasp the idea that I am trying to present to you? God commands us to love him with all our mind, heart, and soul…”-Luke 10:27. God is your first love. Loving him is only right because he first loved you. He loved you so much that he gave his only son to die for your sins so that you may have a right to eternal salvation.-John 3:16. But how often do we consider ourselves not loved because we don’t have that significant other in our lives by the time we planned on it. We all have the need for human companionship but let us first fall back in love with him who has always loved us. How much more would love mean to us if we learned to love each other as God loved us. How much more about love would you understand if you understood how God loves us? Seek to learn what love is before looking for it. You might just have the best love and not take it for granite. God Bless. Heart Who Goes There? By Kevin Burns Jr. Available online at Amazon and Barnes and Noble Now!!!!!!!! Also available at www.xlibris.com For author inquires email Kevin Burns Jr.@ www.heartwhogoesthere@gmail.com Follow Kevin Burns Jr. @KevinBurnsJr

Thought of the day, what is the problem?

2012-06-20T13:17:00.001-07:00

I am tempted to say that it is a African American problem. Thus, placing the spotlight on my race and diminishing the injustices of others in promotion of mine. Furthermore, I have the good intentions of saying it is a financial problem. But that would put would put emphasis on the wealth of individual humans instead of human wealth in a whole. This indeed could directly backfire and make everyone feel attacked and might just do more to cause dissension than cooperation. So I ultimately will decide that the major problem is relational. We simply do not love each other as we claim we do. For if we did the hungry would not go hungry. The homeless would not be homeless. And we would not sacrifice the security of our brethren in order to secure our own fate. Now the issues that plague mankind may not be eradicated but it is a given fact that some of our most basic problems are not diminishing but rather growing in nature and complexity. For this one fact makes me think of you today. God Bless.

Action

2012-05-31T13:34:00.001-07:00

I leave this post blank in order for you to fill it with your action...

To BE

2012-05-25T15:25:00.003-07:00

Is it possible to truly believe in a concept? Believe in the concept or belief to the point that you define it as being one of the pillars of your being. Have that belief so intertwined in your social DNA that you define yourself by it. Could it be that one could define themselves as one thing yet not encompass it wholly? And if so to what percentage does one have to resemble a belief in order to be considered a follower of it. In theological terms I suppose this question is part of the lifelong sin discussion. In philosophical terms I guess this is one variable of a theoretical life question. No matter what means may bring a person to the following conclusion. It is a conclusion that must be sought out. The conclusion or inquiry being; am I who I say I am? Do I truly resemble with my actions what I say I do? If actions were mere representations that came out of our mouth then we would speak into existence our very lives. Or do we? If what we say is a direct reflection of what we think and a man becomes what he thinks then do we literary create who we are? Is our outer being a direct reflection of who we are internally? And if so can one really be one thing on the inside while doing something else externally. I contend that possibly you can do it but at great cost. To wage war requires an immense amount of resources. Whenever two ideas contradict to the point of being in opposition then those ideas are enemies. When enemies can no longer live in peace than a war is bound to happen. For one side to secure victory one side must gain power, leverage and influence over the other. But this power struggle does not happen without grave losses to both sides. Grave losses in energy and time; casualties of opportunities lost and wounds of time passed. No person can serve two masters; no man can be both a slave to his mind and others as well. No one can encompass the left and the right. At some point in life gray areas become black and white distinctions and a person must choose. What will you choose to be? To be or not to be is not the only questions. The question sometimes is what will become if you fail to be.

Never Quit

2012-05-11T10:56:00.002-07:00

It is customary to start a blog off introducing an idea, theory or some paradigm as to make you the reader feel that the viewing of these words are somewhat worth it to you. I too as a reader would like the assurance that the things I peruse are of value to me. Why read if your not looking for something in return, thus making your moment of mental observation relevant and valuable. I know no more important notion to my mind right now than that of the obliteration of fear. Fear is crippling, fear is paralyzing, and fear is one of your worst enemies. Fear in fact is direct evil. Seeing the God gave us not a spirit of fear but of a sound mind. I feel that I could write a million excerpts on the subject title and still wonder what really allows it to grip such a strong part of our life. However I just will say this… It’s not over yet, but it is over when you quit.

Who's teaching who

2012-04-16T21:57:00.002-07:00

Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?

Student : Absolutely, sir.

Professor : Is GOD good ?

Student : Sure.

Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?

Student : Yes.

Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

(Student was silent.)

Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Is satan good ?

Student : No.

Professor: Where does satan come from ?

Student : From … GOD …

Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?

Student : Yes.

Professor: So who created evil ?

(Student did not answer.)

Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, who created them ?

(Student had no answer.)

Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?

Student : No, sir.

Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?

Student : No , sir.

Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?

Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.

Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?

Student : Yes.

Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?

Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.

Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.

Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?

Professor: Yes.

Student : And is there such a thing as cold?

Professor: Yes.

Student : No, sir. There isn’t.

(The lecture theater became very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)

Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?

Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?

Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, well you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?

Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?

Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.

Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?

Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.

Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)

Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?

(The class was in uproar.)

Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?

(The class broke out into laughter. )

Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)

Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.

Student : That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.

P.S.

I believe you have enjoyed the conversation. And if so, you’ll probably want your friends / colleagues to enjoy the same, won’t you?

Forward this to increase their knowledge … or FAITH.

By the way, that student was EINSTEIN

VDay2012

2012-02-14T09:48:00.000-08:00

This is the day when many shine the spotlight on what we would consider love. However I myself do not find Valentine’s Day equivalent to love. I believe there could be a correlation to Valentine’s Day expressions and love. But I don’t believe it is a cause and effect relationship. Many people agree with this statement but it is always nice to have that third party variable that shows love. I wonder what people consider love to be. What do you think love encompasses? Is it heterosexual or is it straight? Is it sex or is it waiting? Is marriage or is it singleness? Is it obedience or is it defiance? Is it giving up or is it holding on? Can it be found in many or can it be found in one? These questions are of a deeply inquisitive nature but merely play off of what love is.
The who, what, where, when’s and how’s of love is not sufficient to define love. You have to concretely define it. Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful, proud, or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance (1 Corinthians 13:4-8). Love is great and we are human. When we love we get closer to the essence of God. There is nothing greater and there is nothing more powerful. It is not usually love that is the issue but our use of love that is often misguided, misused and sometimes confused. Please do not give up on love. For without love you nothing. God is love. Peace, love and never hurt.

Denzel does it again "Safe House" review

2012-02-13T08:55:00.000-08:00

In the wake of the infamous wiki leak’s website that shined an unwanted spotlight on many of the secrets that many conspiracy theorists have thrived on for years. Writer Daniel Espinosa’s new thriller “Safe House” is a must see movie. In this movie Denzel Washington plays rouge C.I.A agent Tobin Frost who through unforeseen circumstances has fallen in direct custody of novice safe house keeper Matt Weston. Matt is taken through an exhilarating quest to keep safe harbor of his notorious house guest. Throughout this movie there is the underlining story of what has brought Denzel to be one of the most wanted men alive.
As any good governmental mystery plot does it implants a curiosity in the viewer to explore the foundation that holds up their personal pillars of truth regarding government. This movie has a healthy dosage of action which displays itself almost from the beginning of the movie. It also was excellent to see Ryan Reynolds step out of his normal satirical humor and take on the challenge of a true drama. I personally believe it is worth going to see if you would like to see this rising star show range in his acting abilities. If that doesn’t draw you to theatre Denzel Washington, Vera Farmiga, Brenden Gleeson and Director Espinosa are not too bad of odds to gamble on in my opinion. But this is America and peer pressure rules so the millions made in the box office and the high ratings on a pleather of movie websites should be enough to urge you to go see this movie.

As always I wish you peace, love and never hurt.

Congrats

2011-12-17T21:15:00.000-08:00

There is much to say about the journey traveled. Around December and May I love to go to the graduations to celebrate the transition of a person from one level to the next. I often wonder how it is so joyous on these occasions. No thoughts of the bitter days or intense struggles often faced to accomplish our goals. All we feel our immense feelings of happiness for this momentous milestone. There is no joy without pain. No accomplishment without sacrifice and often no success without struggle. Though it may be hard to push through those days of drudgery to those moments of elite joy I encourage you to push on. I am so happy for all the graduates at my alma mater Lamar University. This was one of the first graduations were I truly felt connected to all the joy the people walking across the stage were feeling. All I could think about is how their triumph was first met with obstacle and plight but they continued to push on. For this I encourage everyone to push on through whatever you are going through.

# GO CARDS

There Is No Acceptable Abuse

2011-11-04T08:59:00.000-07:00

About a month ago I wrote a poem for a friend of mine concerning domestic abuse. On this Friday I would like to encourage you to prevent these type of situations in life. If you know of anyone who is involved in a domestic abuse situation please help. If you do not know how to help call the local authorities, a friend, church or anyone you believe can help. This is also a direct link if your dealing with this kind of situation:
http://helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm

A Poem For Domestic Abuse

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I love you, I really love you
The siren sings the melodies I composed for you
And the rhythm kept with the beat of my belt
Lets you feel the pain that I have never felt
The cymbals in your brain are simply migraines
And my chorus of profanity plays over and over again for you mentally
This song is for you, I wrote it all for you
You’re my perfect painting, brushstrokes of black and blue
I framed you my mural with scars that are plural
So unique a picture that you won’t allow anyone to see
This artwork I created is just for the eyes of me
Baby, nightmares can be dreams it just depends in what you believe
Love is in my words don’t pay attention to actions you receive
For I am priceless your attention worthless
And if my sins you confess my heart you’ll see less
So the violent song repeated, the cymbals continued to clash
And his love beat a rhythm on the chest of the one lonely guest,
so not only did they were long sleeves, They now invested in a vest
And as the frame became stronger, outlined in scars that were longer
They considered themselves blessed by the talented violent artist
Sometimes their tears were expressions of the pain that was in them
So they felt in sync with the artist who struck so many chords on them

Till they went to the funeral of one of the hearts that he claimed
It was silent because the cymbals no longer banged in their brain
The sirens didn’t play and the picture in the frame
Was in lack of color as if they used water colors to paint in the rain
But through the silence the quiet body spoke words that made the live painting quiver
He doesn’t love you, his love only brings your death quicker
The lyrics of the truth was words that the violent artist could not deliver
And they realized though the silent poetic delivery
That true love doesn’t describe you with imagery through profanity
Beautiful paintings never hurt and blood never washes the pain away
Love is only a word if your lover chooses to act this way
You must realize the beauty in everything that you are
Whether scared or abused, mistreated or confused
You are worth more than the actions of those who abuse
Remember you are not broken you are simply bruised
Find strength in the love of the ones who care for you
Live life because God’s son freely gave his life for you