Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Saturday, August 25, 2012

the lyrics of the songs that capture

rickety bridge by cecil otter featuring dessa of doomtree. live at the fitzgerald theatre


well as soon as you got out from the aim of the sniper
you took a rest next to the fangs of a viper


but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain, I watch you drink it up and strike another flame

and when you came to show your face to the animals, 
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate a radical


i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive



i’ve seen the size of that painting in your mind 
and I can be the frame when it arrives

we’ll drive until the sun comes up
with a better way to burn us 

and when it does we’ll make our getaway
and surface when the moon is full, 
it’s beautiful
we left the root of all evil rotten in the ground
we’re bound to live another way, like some underpaid runaways.

it’s an understatement. 
turn the page, 
there’s too much to say.
so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt 

into the weight of the cross we bear, 
we repair the stitches and beware the witches


the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language

we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in

and as soon as they got out from the aim of their sniper
they took a rest next to the fangs of the viper

but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain, 

i watch you drink it up and strike another flame
and when you came to show your face to the animals, 
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate this radical
i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive

so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt 

into the weight of the cross we bear,
we repair the stitches and 
beware the witches 


the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language
we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in


and we're looking and we're laughing
we're laughing like little kids

and it's a rickety, rickety, rickety bridge

and i'd love to walk that rickety, rickety, rickety bridge
with you
everyday.


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Monday, March 26, 2012

march 30 2012. a day of hope.




30 march 2012 will be the 6th year anniversary from when the first shirt of To Write Love On Her Arms was worn by jon foreman, lead singer of the band switchfoot.
the shirts had been made to help out a friend in need. because the story was one that many shared, it grew into a movement. it started out simply as a way to raise money for the help someone needed and to give hope to someone who'd forgotten hope was real.
now that same hope is shared all over the country and the world. people are finding out that they are not alone in their pain and others are learning that they aren't helpless when their loved ones feel like they're fighting a losing battle.


someone close to me wears TWLOHA shirts very often. he believes the things they say, but he believes them for himself and for others. against all odds. at risk of sounding naive or foolish. he chooses that risk over giving up on anyone. this passionate hope in the form of a t-shirt...it sounds silly but helped me talk about things for the first time.
for the first time i felt safe enough to open up to someone.
and he's still here.




i have a TWLOHA that dogtag that i never take off. one side has lost almost all it graphic; i am onto my third chain for it. my boyfriend gave it to me a little less than two years. i was about to leave for a long hard summer and had already had a lot of problems in the months of school. he gave it to me to remember him, to remember to keep fighting and hoping. because we both knew what the message of TWLOHA meant to us individually and together.

since then the dogtag has been through almost as much pain and struggle as i have. i've spent many nights holding it and rubbing my thumb across it. remembering hope, remembering my boyfriend who's been walking through hell with me, and everyone else loving me.

the paint has chipped, i feel bumps in the necklace.
but now i just think it fits me even better now.
a lot of sleepless nights, desperate for comfort and begging God for some relief.
terrified of losing another battle with myself.
and then the morning comes, and i wake up.
my TWLOHA necklace hangs from my neck.
i'm alive.
i'm not alone.
i'm still moving.
i have a new day to live.

why do i wear TWLOHA? my best answer would be to show you my dogtag necklace. full of story. full of hope. full of love.

rescue is possible.
hope is not a myth.
you are not alone.


Sunday, February 12, 2012

forgiveness

lost and blaming each other
introduced conflict

blame

become angry

the guilt breaks apart community
make peace with the blame
break the cycle of blame

instead of blaming
accept forgiveness

make peace with others
give and receive

Sunday, February 5, 2012

maybe a soul lives off of hope

we emphasize hope.

HOPE.

a living hope.

we will love life
and see salvation of our souls.

love
with a pure heart
we can live with hope.

hope we have in our hearts
we know love.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

the risk of a relationship

something was about to happen

no one watching could know

may not be that bad

keep their eyes locked

her motion to dismiss
his vow not to be caught again

as soon as she drew a breath, he would.

recent warning:
you'll be burned.