ALIVE

Sitting here in my dorm I am flooded with information. But you know what I just now realized? I'm in college. I thought it hit me a long time ago, but just today I realized that I am free to make up my own mind. To decided between what I believe to be right, and what others believe to be not in their best interest. I don't have to follow exactly what my parents believe, but I can step back and make my own beliefs and speculations based on what I see them do that I think is wrong. I have enjoyed learning from their past mistakes and my brothers past mistakes and every ones past mistakes, because now I have the right mindedness to go out into this world and contribute what I have learned. I used to believe that I wasn't going to contribute greatly in my society, but I realized just today that being ALIVE in Christ and living in this world, THAT is my contribution. I may fail. Correction, I will fail, I will be beaten and I will stumble and fall. But I will not turn back. I'm looking out at my beautiful view of a parking lot, but even though that's not that beautiful, it is. Because I can see the rays of sunshine coming out from the clouds. God is here. He is in me. And he is ALIVE and well. I realized that today. I am here to be ALIVE in him. I love being able to form my own beliefs.

Club 332

Do you know who I am? I am the owner, founder, creator and consumer of Club 332. Yes, me and my three roommates turned Witherspoon Halls average room #332 into a rocking dance party extravaganza. Amazing I know, I have only been at college for 2 weeks and this is what happens! I love it here though! School is amazing and everything is just open to me. It seriously is a whole new world. Now the only problem with Club 332 is that no one knows about it...sooo it's just myself and the roommates dancing alone...which when you think about it.....is kind of creepy.

The Truth of Thought

The start of something so soft and new,
Brings the hope of Futures past.
Rolling lands turned over-capsulated inside minds,
Fresh time, a gift from the clock.
The Jester throws tactless thoughts to common persons,
But to the sound of mind-reflective speeches worth everything.
A quarter now, almost filled--thoughts are not done,
Wafting through the creators being.

Racing right along the coach turns its course,
The stallion directing its own path.
Not even The Great Symphony* could out play the wind,
Composing its own journey to minds uncaptivated.
Bringing forth the very idea that sparks the interest,
The universal Truth** cannot be contained.
Furthermore, the quill moves not at its own pace,
Half has been created--turning mine ear for more.

Forward--flying faster towards the finish,
The taste of the end is so sweet.
Blurred vision is not call for rest nor shelter,
But even vigilant pursuit can be wary.
Uneven roads turn unexpected,
The future prize of the uncontained truth is far superior.
Three-quarters of the way through--
The parchment is worn.

Connected continuity against raging waters,
Flowing down roads up shore.
Words tangled together like webbed structures,
Holding in place the factors of life.
Knowing all, yet knowing the things that matter,
Thoughts flowing through the ink.
The parchment filled to its greatest extent--
When it is all said and done, His light shines through all.

* Symphony No. 9 in C major by Franz Schubert
** Genesis 17:1-27

Canvas

Rolling along as far as the eye can see,
Green, red, orange and yellow,
The color in the scene draws the senses to excitement.

The life of the living is one well lived,
Full and whole the joyful feelings,
Filling the body, mind, and heart.

Turning the corner the dead moss grows,
Showering the ground, they are the veins of the earth,
Sounds waft among the imaginative creator and his canvas.

Color in the sky now, sun shining through,
Bringing an new feeling of the sensations,
The beauty unveiled, the heart of His creation.

The sea of color appears again,
The eyes are drawn to the portion of light,
A window to Paradise has been reviled.

Rays of satisfaction wrap the canvas with warmth,
The portrait has been cast,
The scene is set, the line is crossed,
The picture is taken, the painting is finished,
All is right.

The Grave Dug Over

The blood-dimmed sky lights up the day,
The past is mourned by the rising sun,
The path before mine own foot hath drawn,
Weather good nor bad cannot be known.

The road not taken is one that is too wide,
Mine feet begin to move on their own,
Knowing exactly where they want to go.
Over the mountain, or under the sea,
Wherever and whenever they want to be.

The digging of their graves, pile by pile,
They ponder and smirk and carry on.
The hole is almost dug, their Will be done,
But that’s not the plan that must be won.

The morning sky bought new found hope,
Traveling down this road unknown.
Desiring the obsessions we want the most,
Completely different, we must boast.

The falling blood brings the end of the day
New found color lights the sky to dark,
In the end, the grave is filled,
The plan before has been concealed.

The feet fall back to their rightful place,
Planted on the ground, with firm embrace.

Spring!

Well spring has come! Which means....allergies....sneezing, coughing, itching throat. Stupid. But Bonfires! Warm weather! Cookouts! And ultimate! Oh I love spring, I love it when the cold weather finally goes away and that cool breeze of spring rolls around in the heat of the day. It's honestly amazing stuff. Thank the Lord for SPRING!!!! Oh and I would also like to say: 14 TOTAL DAYS LEFT OF HIGH SCHOOL!!!! that is all.

Frank

I've come to realize that Sinatra; put's me in a great mood. I'm listening to 'My Funny Valentine' and just the emotion that you can clearly hear, places me in his position. I love Frank Sinatra and if anyone disagrees with this next statement. Meet me somewhere. I will cut you! hahahaha I'm just joking. Frank Sinatra is the best vocalist of all time. Hands down.

-Jbell