Yes, yes. And this is the song of the day. Listen to it.

This Song: For the True and Passionate Lovers of Music

This song:
I have this song to sing.
Certian words must be screamed,
Rather than be sung or spoken

I am alive and vigorous.

...as they toil without love.
Fight without purpose,
And live without passion...

I am alive and vigorous.

In this song is where I belong
Within these moments,
There are no outsiders
Within the body of the song,
Time stands still

One is all,
And all is beautiful
The beautiful moment of song and passion.

We will all sing.
We will all dance.

If a human's nature is to war,
This song: Is a battleground
And this voice, a weapon
One thousand voices
Or a trumpet call To arms.

Passion's promise; true love's reward
A pure expression in truth and sincerity.

Passion's promise: true love's reward,
Is this song
What will become of this song?

Pray not a fallen banner,
Or screamed words to the deaf
For life is weary without song, or sound of harps.

This is a song for the impassioned.
This is strength for the hearts on sleeves
A shining sentiment where voices soar
And melody wells tears in the eyes.

We will all sing the same song
This song, together.

- Geert Van der Velde of Shai Hulud


- posted by Jonathan@ 11:50 AM

 
I'm going camping today. I'll be back, ummmm. . . sometime.


- posted by Jonathan@ 8:27 AM

 
Untitled (To Stay True To Original Intent)

I did once write you some words,
and I stored them on an old sheet of paper,
that became wrinkled through the abuse of time passing through my bedroom.
I found it a few days back,
slightly yellowed, and set it on my nightstand to return to it later.


***** (this indicates the passage of time, count to ten please)

Later, I returned to the paper, and found it sitting (slightly yellowed) on my nightstand.

(I think I had a dream once, about some profound words. . .
something like, "Wall thrust up with stars upon them/ Blades of grass, with worlds between them"
But on this paper was nothing so profound.)

I think at first I liked what it was I read,
something like, "For a kiss would mean the world/ And an embrace like winds that blow rain clouds to barren landscapes"

But things change.

So I crumpled the paper up,
and threw it away.

I think it's for the best.
I told you anyways, the best poem I've ever written was
my heartbeat
and your hand on my chest


- posted by Jonathan@ 8:24 AM

 
A Strained Breath Between Worlds

"Don't worry, I gave up on that long ago."

And again, skipping ahead a bit, "I really don't love you anymore."

So lips tire themselves through various activities,
and my eyes are bloodshot.

My lips really do prefer hers though
For more than one reason

But back to the topic at hand:

"Do you even feel anything anymore?"

And a strained breath between replies, "Not so much, no. . ."

And a strained silence before a reply,

"Don't worry, I know the way out."


- posted by Jonathan@ 10:25 AM

 
A Short Essay On Why You and I Have Failed Each Other

I'm still alive. Just barely breathing. My fingers (obviously), still type. I am not using my toes. I have learned my lesson, I promise. I still have splinters buried under my nails. School desks are uncomfortable, but have not (as of yet) become unbearable. Subtract the value of learning from my self esteem. The variable though (darling) is face to face contact. And of course (not to be silly and forget this), our muted tongues. Or our metal tongs (but that's just being silly again). I have, you see, retained my sense of humor. Ahh, you might not find it funny though. It seems to be an acquired taste. I haven't yet gotten used to it either. But I've come to this realization (oh, what wonderful things we learn!) of something in nothing.

Just kill me now, I'm not making any sense. But remember: your. . . words. . . truth. . . freedom, is (are) nothing to me.


- posted by Jonathan@ 4:00 PM

 
I'm sorry. I did make a new entry, but I deleated it. It was dumb anyways.


- posted by Jonathan@ 3:53 PM

 
MIKE I HATE YOU DIE!

Just kidding, but I am a jerk, I say things like that. Or maybe I don't. It depends on who's telling the story. I am home from school again today. I didn't go yesterday either. I hate school. Yep. So I'm not going to go. I guess I will go tomorrow. But yesterday was good. I spent the day with my dad and Jenni. We went to Madison to the food bank and got stuff for the Army. Like guns. And we went to visist the Casey's who work at the Corps there. And then we went to the Christian Bookstore and bought lots of stuff about mind control and the like. Then I hung out at the Corps playing guitar and sharpening knives. After that I planned this Sunday's cell with DJ. I think we have a pretty good plan for world domination going. Then we had band practice. But we didn't pray or anything. We just wrote songs about hating everybody. Yeah, I like our new stuff. Especially the song, "I'm A Jerk, I Really Should Just Kill Myself." It's pretty heavy. Then today I got up early anyways (didn't go to school), went to the library and found some good books. Oh, and I saw a couple kids listening to secular music, so I condemned them of course. And I've been cleaning my room since I got home. Taking breaks to eat, get online, think I'm better than everyone else, watch cartoons, you get the picture. I have to work at 4:00 today, so I still have some stuff I want to get done before I go. I hope your life is better than mine, but it's probably not because I'm just the coolest guy in the world and I'm not going to let anyone forget that because I'm also a dick.


- posted by Jonathan@ 2:30 PM

 
Free*Thought/Free*Verse

I'm still alive. Just barely breathing. My fingers (obviously), still type. I am not using my toes. I have learned my lesson, I promise. I still have splinters buried under my nails. School desks are uncomfortable, but have not (as of yet) become unbearable. Subtract the value of learning from my self esteem. The variable though (darling) is face to face contact. And of course (not to be silly and forget this), our muted tongues. Or our metal tongs (but that's just being silly again). I have, you see, retained my sense of humor. Ahh, you might not find it funny though. It seems to be an acquired taste. I haven't yet gotten used to it either. But I've come to this realization (oh, what wonderful things we learn!) of something in nothing. Just kill me now, I'm not making sense. Just remember: your. . . words. . . truth. . . freedom, is nothing to me.


- posted by Jonathan@ 3:05 PM

 
I never did anything. I never did enough. And even now, though I've come to realize my mistake, I remain entirely useless. I'm sure that somehow everything is my fault.

I don't want to be anything to anyone. I wish that the world really did stop when you closed your eyes.


- posted by Jonathan@ 10:09 PM

 
Whoa. After that last post I went back and read through some of my old posts. It's so crazy how much things change. How much people change. And more often than not it's detrimental. It's all so very disheartening. And I would be out a lot of money right now. Sometimes I wish I could change the way people think. Why must we all be so blinded? And I am so imperfect that I shouldn't be allowed to worry about others. I am still filled with love, you know? Last night I prayed that I would just bleed out love, rather than taking the easier route and hating. Or even simply not caring.

A lot of times you don't have to hate someone to condemn them. You just need to stop caring about them.


- posted by Jonathan@ 1:44 AM

 
Dude, I've had this blog for almost a year and a half. Far longer than most of you suckers have held onto anything. Seriously, what is it with kids and getting a different journal every other week? I can go back on this site and look at the first webjournal entry I ever made. And every subsequent one since that day. I like that feeling. This site has so much continuity. It's really like a timeline. I can remember the stuff I was talking about, even when it didn't make sense to anyone else. It like, documents everything I've felt for the past year and a half. It's very cool. I like it. Too bad I hardly write anymore. Sorry. I'm sure most people have stopped even checking to see if I update anymore.

I think I might be switching my email to a gmail account. If you want to email me, try themoonisdown@gmail.com.

I am so very in love. With more than one person. How scandalous!


- posted by Jonathan@ 1:41 AM