music n' such

a Tanka style poem

spitting, the tide swells.
white caps slap the writhing wind.
beneath, a gentle
flow soothes flourishing color.
breaking. breathing. born again.

that which grips

it wears jeans and a sweatshirt,

to accommodate for the changing weather.

it reads on the weekends,

always checking its watch – reading and rechecking.

it sits and waits patiently,

like a polite customer, uncomplaining and unwavering.

it notices the first limp in step,

and circles round to replace it like an old friend.

it nuzzles into the space

my confidence left vacant.

it moves when I move

and breathes when I leave.

it settles behind my eyelids,

haunting me every time I blink.

but not

a window
is a wall
to air

but not

to light

I can't say I didn't warn you...

So I was stumbling on stumbleupon.com and this picture came up (stumble knows me so well). This picture is really inspiring if you think about it. No matter how stupid you may end up looking (or amazing, you're interpretation), always go for the gold (and yes, pun definitely intended).

So go for it, Mr. Gold Digging Gorilla!

(see blog description if utterly lost)

Let Your Mercy Fall

So...a few weeks ago I was just messing around on guitar (often I record it in the background, just in case I do something cool I want to remember in the future) and this sort of blah-ed out. It's more of an impromptu prayer with guitar...therefore its really rough and you can tell I'm making stuff up as I go...but nevertheless I thought I'd share it, because it turned out meaning a lot to me. (I ended up writing the lyrics out after I recorded the song..kind of backwards..but i guess it works).




so many times
to you I call
and I fall
short of what i'm meant to be

lord let your mercy fall
all around me
so I can see

What I really do when I go to "work"...

Yep, I took this while going for a scooter ride around a beautiful neighborhood in the hills of Santa Margarita at sunset. The best part is that I get paid for this everyday.
My job > your job.
El fin. :)

Come Thou Fount

My good friend Lyn is getting married in a few weeks and she asked if I would play a hymn during the communion part of the ceremony. After discussing it, she decided on "Come Thou Fount." So over the past few weeks I've been practicing it here and there in preparation to make sure I had it "musically" down. But the funny thing is that when you play a song over and over again, the words really sink in and work something within you. Thus, it has recently occurred to me that God has been using this song to bless me over the past several weeks without me even knowing it...which is pretty awesome I think. So...thank you Lyn for getting married and having me play this song at your wedding...because it truly has been a blessing in disguise (even if that disguise is cloaked in a really obvious hymn blanket...haha)

Come Thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Thy unchanging love

Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by Thy help I come
And I hope by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wondering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood

O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart Lord, take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above

The Hidden Meaning

I think I may be too obsessed with finding the hidden meaning in things. What I'm not sure of, though, is why. Is it because I enjoy the process of delving into deeper truths and discovering those secret gems only found by transcending above what is easily comprehendable? Or is it because I desperately hope there is a hidden meaning because I'm not satisfied or don't want to accept the face value meaning?