Truth in the form of my brother

Heart on Fire

A battle won is a battle which we will not acknowledge to be lost.

In whatever position you find yourself determine first your objective.

It takes 15,000 casualties to train a major general.

My center is giving way, my right is in retreat; situation excellent. I shall attack.

No study is possible on the battlefield.

The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.

The power to command has never meant the power to remain mysterious.

The will to conquer is the first condition of victory.

-Ferdinand Foch

(French, WW2)

Faith

Receiving Christ involves turning to God from self (repentance) and trusting Christ to come into our lives to forgive our sins and to make us what He wants us to be.

Just to agree intellectually that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that He died on the cross for our sins is not enough.

Nor is it enough to have an emotional experience.

We receive Jesus Christ by faith, as an act of the will.

I am very courageous

Go Here, PLEASE

Hello one and all.

Please Check out my Little brothers website www.sendpete.com

this is a rough version of the website but we had to throw it up because our websire creator-guy ran off on vacation for 10 days. So in 10 days we can fix all the grammerical errors.

Support my man.

Also, if you give him an idea or a design concept, or maybe a detailed request, he can probably draw it on a shirt. He can also surpise you. He has lots of clouds and hearts and this's and that's. So, be creative. Order em up !!

Thank you all!

www.sendpete.com

Heck Yes

I purchase ties and mugs at thrift stores.

heck yes

all up in that

over and over

dont stop

Wang Wei

Sitting in mystic bamboo grove, back unseen
Press stops of long whistle
Deep forest unpierced by man
Moon and I face each other.

Sitting alone, hid in bamboo
Plucking the lute and gravely whistling
People wouldn't know that deep woods
Can be this bright in the moon.

Sitting alone in recluse bamboo dark
I play a chi'in, settle into breath chants.

In these forests depths no ones knows
this moon come bathing me in light.



-Ancient (old) Chinese poet Wang Wei

Stolen

Thursday, March 23, 2006

My Neighbor Sean So my neighbor Sean is hillarious. He's nine, or ten, I'm not sure... The other day he runs up to my brother pete, while he's putting out the trash, and says "You know what I'm gonna do for halloween? I'm going to wear a white t-shirt, and spray paint it red so it looks all bloody, then on the back I'm going to write 'The Truth is Up There'". I mean, wow. I stole that whole thing from my brothers blog. Its so true. Please check out his blog and read his first entry, that is why I dont do myspace. Its so true. It speaks for me.

Photo's

"A mother visits her daughter who has been charged with the murder of her brother, although all evidence says she's innocent. Although the jail has been taken over by the US military, the system is particularly unfair to women, who sometimes sit in jail for months for minor offenses like quarrelling with men too close to a mosque."

from

aaaaaaahhhhhhhh...

To be worn out is to be renewed.

I really like all this crap. Like 100 % of it.
Amazing. The whole website.

Random Poem

Long walk and my heart pounds

While my mind breaks fallow ground

Listening for the fleeting sound

Wondering where’s that lonely sound...

Oh its all around me and im rejuvenated

Kick past the long lost light that never illuminated

Look into the deepest eyes of spiritual fascism

And wonder why I can’t witness bliss incarnated

I see it all around me and im awestruck

No one knew until my mind fluxed

I was lost in a state of depression

But depression lead to new establishment

I see it all around me but I can’t grasp

Everyone else has personal spirit baths

Am I alone in this odd arrangement of gasps?

I think it will happen or it will pass

Long talk and we got nowhere

Found holes and pits of despair

Is the fellowship worth the time shared?

Is the relationship getting anywhere?

I feel lured into the pleasing grotesque

I gave my heart but not my best

I know some things are limitless

Doomed to die abreast a shipwrecked nest of hopelessness

Hey, this is just a random poem that I found in the sea of articles of the "John" folder in "My Document". I think im going to start throwing up some some of this old crap I run into in more of the future entrys. I dont remember the train of thought that I had while writing this, and I dident edit it or anything, it needs work. I dont got time to fix it up. Maybe later...It sure ends on a gloomy note.

Surreal Compliments

Ever do you remind me of a staircase falling exotically into a sea of spilled macaroni.I must demand your pleasing chin! How it passes there and back again like a leopard searching for its misplaced frontal lobes.

Your beautiful bulgarian bricks stack like the thousand eyes of Estonian potatos, peering amid fuzzy dreams of corrugated cardboard.


Your eyes glow like naked livers burning in the sun.

The perils of your eyelashes torture my libido into a state of crass belief in Roman Catholicism.


Tribes of primitve hunters, with rhinestone codpieces rampant, should build pyramids of Chevy engines covered in butterscotch syrup to exalt the diastolic, ineffable, scintillated and cacophonous salamander of truth which slimes and distracts from each and every orifice of your holy refrigerator, Sears be its brand.

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