The People in the Houses

...and I'm struggling with my sensitivities.
And I'm still constructing anonymity.
But it keeps on getting harder and harder,
when the people you love keep moving farther and farther.

The people in the town are a-talkin'.
They think we better keep a-walkin'.
But I'm not finished here.
There's no room to distinguish fact from fear.

And she's steppin' on that pedestal.
Trying to keep lookin' cool,
but there's nothin' better than the exact.

And I've got blood on my shoe from kickin' you,
kickin' around this whole damn school,
but I'm tired of bein' tired for you.

I wasn't listenin' for the music cause you said so.
The saddest part of this whole damn thing is
the fact that you never knew anything,
and it makes me happy in some sick, twisted way.

...and the people keep on talkin'.
They think we are a-stalkin'.
They place their napkins on their happy laps,
taking dirt naps, with their baseball caps,
those poor old saps...

...and so we think about our demons,
the ones that are never leavin'.
But we found them in the cellar,
with their bowties lookin' stellar,
and we chase them from the house,
hopin' the neighbors won't be found,
but then there is no dynasty left,
from the happiness that leaves us bereft...

...so the captain is still taking hits,
from the people who are fed up with it,
and we thank him for his services,
and sing a song about nervousness.

Cause God is placed in high ragard.
We placed a marker on His star.
And now He's coming down real hard,
and we're left to wonder where you are.

We keep our heads to the ground.
Ignoring the same old dragged-up sound,
and still, you're nowhere to be found.

Nananananana

Man, it's been a while since I have written anything. Everything is pretty good right now. I am back in Corpus Christi for the Christmas break, which is pretty cool. I have had time to wind down instead of partying all the time, but sometimes, when it gets a little boring, I miss the parties.

On a different note, End of an Ear finally got the T. Rex cd that I have been wanting, and much to my dismay, I do not have the funds to buy the cd. My luck is withering as we speak. The last cd I was able to obtain is a band called Mad Juana, and the cd is called Bruja on the Corner. It was a cd that I had to review for KVRX, but the cd itself is pretty good. It's kind of gypsy punk with latin flavor, very much a cd for a wild drunken night in the city streets.

I'm almost finished reading The Fountainhead and it's so good. A few of my friends deny the validity of the book based on the fact of the writer's philosophy, but as a wise person once said, "You can say that the book showed you a world you did not know about, which is what writing is all about in the first place." I keep seeing the signs written before me that keep guiding me towards becoming a writer. Everything mixes and matches like a quilt of concepts and I feel like it's coveting me to make the right choices.

God is definitely speaking to me from so many directions. One thing that I have noticed is that my family has become very religious, not to say that we never were. It's just cool to see that my family is extremely happy in their faith and they feel they are choosing the right path. I'm young and still tongue-tied with everything. I love God and God guides me. I still make mistakes. I am nowhere near perfect. This is a struggle all in its own to determine how well I am justified in my actions, or whether my actions deserve no justifications whatsoever.

People will laugh. People will cry. People will raise their hands, and look to the sky. They might live in the moment, might try to get by, but to live within triumph, we do not have to die.

Some will seek fortune. Some might seek fame. Some might forget the background from which they came. We might walk with someone, might go it alone. But we don't need a map to tell us how to get home.

Peace!