thedreadpoetroberts:

me being a dumb.

can i?

my heart grows closer and closer to a decision,

and my head is following suit.

but i hold back.

some things, it seems, are off limits.

but, the madness it brings!

every time you soar though my thoughts,

my entire being sings!

and higher than all, you fly

born with your beautiful angel wings.

is it foolish desire?

or the call of the one who is Higher?

thedreadpoetroberts:

i was on my way home and listening to Eluvitie(epic,beautiful, folk metal) and watching the lightning and when i got home, i thought, im going to go do what any self-respecting metalhead would do, and go stand out in the wind and rain (in full metal apparel{tripp pants and a black skull…

i am sinking in grace,

His heaven is meeting my earth like a beautiful kiss.

i can feel my fingers tracing every line on His infinitely wise face

never have i seen a light so bright as his.

thedreadpoetroberts:

me playing hymns and contemporary worship tunes on kazoo and acoustic gutiar.

and some other crap in there too somewhere.

i did this last night.

thedreadpoetroberts:

should i post it?

im not kidding. answer the freaking question. yes, or no?

stab.

kill.

rip.

destroy.

all these things i do to his gift when i bow to my flesh.

i am given so much, yet receive so little.

i would rather, in my selfish lusting frenzy,

taste immediate pleasure

and beat the hell out of me later,

than accept grace, and bow to the true Lord of this world,

and of me.

the One Who Saves,

the Inventor of Joy!

Love, Himself!

King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Creator of the Universe, the Most Glorious of All.

all these things, and yet,

He.

loves.

me.

lustful, worldly, self-gratifying, broken, disgusting, flesh-loving, vengeful, pain-bringing,

me.

everybody wants to be a bear,

cause in the bear’s lair,

there is no pain or care.

we’ve got the bare necessitys

and we dont care ‘bout the rest of these

other fools just makin fun.

and they wish they were bears

like us, with beautiful hairs,

singing and dancing along,

singing our bear song.

i think this is like the 8th song i’ve written for Elleard.

i do not know

i cannot fathom

what awaits me.

right now, i see a dark chasm,

a deep hole, empty and void.

but i know, one day the light will slice through the night

and freedom will be mine.

but tonight, my thoughts cut like a scythe.

the road,

it calls.

i yearn to soar

through the trees so tall.

the need to mobilize grips me

like the sudden embrace

of a long lost loved one.

out there, i feel i will find the face

of God.