Eat Up, Drink Up

The doctors and pharmacists insist on growing up,
And as much as I hate pills and plans,
I guess I’d tend to agree.
You see we get through this life,
We eat, we sleep, we die,
But someday I’d like to look at my wife,
And say we lived without a lie.

Drink up drink up, from this bitter cup.
Eat up, eat up, and swallow it all down.
Once the taste sets in, spit it out with glee,
And realize there is more for you and for me.

When my skin is all cracked and dry,
And darkness is setting in.
I hope that each of my closest kin,
Look down on my body.
They will say:
He will rest in His peace, because he lived in His plan,
And the vultures will have rest tonight for this is sacred land.

Lessons in Love

Growing up never stops does it?

Anyhoo, lately, I have felt really excited about life. I have decided that no matter what comes my way, happiness is a choice. Of course it’s a lot harder when hardship is looking you straight in the eye. The bottom line is, everyone has problems of varying degrees.

Life is meant to be enjoyed, not gotten through. I know, I know, I sound like a motivational speaker or something, but it’s true. It seems like we walk through life trying to get from one place to the next, and never really enjoy the ride. Sometimes I think walking in love means taking a step back and truly counting your blessings. Just look around for a second and gaze at all of the beauty around you. God’s way of saying He loves and cares for us. For me it serves as encouragement to press on in this trail of life.

Anyway, short but sweet. Love you all.

-Josh

random poem

With the brilliance that is gold
And a bitter tasting tounge
You beat his head into the ground
And claim what god to you bestowed.
With that flame behind your eyes,
You take and take and take and take
On the constant quest for more,
You eat a starving child’s meal.

Is this the world of which we are born?
All calloused, rotten and hard?
I try and try and try to walk in love,
But I am not entirely sure what that means.

Rhythms and patterns, zeros and ones,
You became flesh and showed what is love,
Anguish unsaid, Debts unpaid.
You made the wine and we drank your blood.