What I Believe In

Staring at the white
Clear my thoughts from black to red
If the colors strain out right
And the words are rightly fed
Then the prisms fall all brightly
And illuminate the glass
While the world looks without interest
As a blind, unthinking mass
I'm sick of all the hate songs
Of why we are at war
I'm tired of depression
I won't take it any more
Let the guns blaze on, the dying
Well yet testify themselves
If right is democratic
Then morality gets shelved
I'll defend what I believe in
From my neighbors just as well
As the enemy attacker
That wants my friends in hell
So have all your opinions
After all, it is your right
And leave defense to those who care
Enough for it to fight.

Therefore,
Schmitty

Eleven

Eleven more days of control
Eleven days to turn my world around
Eleven more days to be my own person
Eleven days before I'm half or whole
Eleven more days until the future is found
Eleven days of my self-desertion
Eleven more days for the easy way
Eleven days of choices
Eleven more days of freedom
Eleven days to not say
Eleven more days of voices
Eleven days to become numb
Eleven more days to give up
Eleven days to be strong
Eleven more days to think it out
Eleven days to stare at this cup
Eleven more days to be wrong
Eleven days to cry and shout
It's only just the beginning.

Therefore,
Schmitty

Little Random

In this moment there is music
In my soul there is dancing
The confusion is gone
Replaced by the clarity of what is
The haze drifts away
I am what I am
And that is all I need to be.

Therefore,
Schmitty

Personal Psalm #3: Abba, fix.

My heart sickens within me.
You have afflicted me
With love for my enemies.
Deliver me from these binds!
Grant me my apathy!
Leave them to their perdition
To their paths of self-destruction.
May their actions
Be Your judgment upon them.
For "revenge is mine," saith the Lord.

And yet I ask You for freedom
I ask You to fix my heart.
I ask for a broken and contrite spirit
Should that breaking be painless?
Should freedom come
Outside of forgiveness?

And should I consider myself
Better in any way?
Am I not on the same path?
Would that I had humility
To awake from myself
At the sight of their doom
That the doom of my enemies
Would warn me.
Fashion my spirit in fear
And rescue me from their fate.
Moreover, their fate is not certain
They are Yours
Save Your own.

Direct me, then.
I can do nothing.
Surely I am worthless to them.
But fashion me after Your will.
May I learn from them
May they be saved
And so save us all.

Abba, fix.

Therefore,
Schmitty

Hmph.

Blog a day for a month? I think not.

This was funny though.

"Let him kiss me wit da kissus of hiz mouf--
for yer love be moar delitefool den cheezbugers. Srsly."

Srsly awsum.

Therefore,
Schmitty