Sometimes I hate my job so much,
That I just want to shoot myself in the eyeball with a high powered rifle.
So that the back of my head will explode--
And my brains will turn to liquid,
And spray all over the floor.
And someone else will have to clean it up for a change.


- posted by Jonathan@ 1:45 AM

 
Lust is such a disgusting thing. As I've recently began to learn what love really is, and as I continually learn more of what it offers and entitles, and as I also learn more and more the depth of the Father's love; I've also realized more clearly how destructive lust is. Lust is the negative of love. It corrupts and cheaply, poorly, imitates everything love is. Lust is all selfishness. It's putting yourself before others. It's theft.

I hate pornography. I hate the power it holds in our country. I hate the affect it has on people, the affect it's had on my own mind. It reduces a person to an object. And the people involved in it, how desperate for love they must be! Yet they are blinded by their lust. They wouldn't know true love if it were right in front of them. How lost they are.

I fear the state of our culture. "Horny Teen Movie Weekend" is coming up soon on Comedy Central. Did you know that? Our society has regressed to such a point. It seems all the intelligence we have acquired as a species accounts for no growth in wisdom. We continue to take the easy route. And the easy route has always lead to ruin. I fear the future of our country. I wish desperately for Jesus to return soon. Just so I won't have to witness this any longer. I feel like weeping for my generation. And shame on the past generations who brought us to this point. Who let us reach this point. But shame on us also for embracing it so tightly, without so much as a thought of right or wrong.

I only pray that I can be strong enough to even attempt to bring about change.


- posted by Jonathan@ 2:24 AM

 
This. This is. . . This is. . .
This is:
Improv. Jazz. A smoothness.

I know nothing of jazz.
I did not grow up in The Jazz Age.
I am not a product of The Roaring Twenties.
My decade does not roar.
Rather, we are silent,
half dead--
not music, not poetry.

I don't live in Hollywood.
There are no lights, is no action.
I don't live in a big apple,
nor a windy city.
Wisconsin has neither apples nor wind.
But we have freezing air,
to fill your lungs.
(If you're lucky enough to make it to your first breath).

It all begins with a breath.
Ends with a breath.
Lasts a breath.
Just Breathe.


- posted by Jonathan@ 2:23 AM