Lady fortune has smiled on me today. ^125. Woop woop!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
secret
I asked myself this question earlier tonight and it is now starting to make sense to me.
"is my life a secret? What do I keep locked in the vault in my own mind?"
I thought I could say no at first. But the more I thought about it I realized that I was looking in the wrong places. I was looking for words that I was locking away. As if I wrote a secret book that no one could read. In this sense, I have no secrets.
And now I realize that my vault is full, but not of words. It can never be explained my any human language.
So therefore, it will remain a secret.
"is my life a secret? What do I keep locked in the vault in my own mind?"
I thought I could say no at first. But the more I thought about it I realized that I was looking in the wrong places. I was looking for words that I was locking away. As if I wrote a secret book that no one could read. In this sense, I have no secrets.
And now I realize that my vault is full, but not of words. It can never be explained my any human language.
So therefore, it will remain a secret.
"I want to show you something"
I dreamt of you when I was young. It's the first dream I remember. Since that night you haunted my childhood sleep and showed me what the weight of the world felt like on my shoulders.
This is how you came to me the first time: I awoke from a deep sleep. I stumbled out of bed and made my way down the staircase. There were more stairs in my dream. It felt like the desent lasted a lifetime. As I reached the bottom, I could feel the tile cold on my feet. Everything was darker than usual and there was a thick undiscribable presence lingering in the air. And then I saw you. Your image was burned in my mind. Painted on the back of my eyelids.
Suspended like a puppet you hung there in front of me. You took the form of a creature of the night and although you were born with no sight, you saw me like the day. Your blind eyes dug deep into my soul.
Although you were not darknes himself, you sang his song. You bore his mark. you were his words and you were his lies. At first, you said nothing. I stood there in my infant body, trembling in fear and confusion as your wings moved slowly, ungracefully, up and down.... Up. Down.
Then you spoke.
" follow me," you said. "I want to show you something." After you spoke those words it was as if I immediatly knew what you meant. My mouth was opened as you climbed inside my head. At that point I followed you down.
That is when I woke up. After that you came much differently but I always knew it was you. Sometimes I was asleep and sometime I was awake.
It has been about a decade since I last saw you but your taste lingers in my mouth.
I hate the very sight of you.
But I think now, you are afraid...
This is how you came to me the first time: I awoke from a deep sleep. I stumbled out of bed and made my way down the staircase. There were more stairs in my dream. It felt like the desent lasted a lifetime. As I reached the bottom, I could feel the tile cold on my feet. Everything was darker than usual and there was a thick undiscribable presence lingering in the air. And then I saw you. Your image was burned in my mind. Painted on the back of my eyelids.
Suspended like a puppet you hung there in front of me. You took the form of a creature of the night and although you were born with no sight, you saw me like the day. Your blind eyes dug deep into my soul.
Although you were not darknes himself, you sang his song. You bore his mark. you were his words and you were his lies. At first, you said nothing. I stood there in my infant body, trembling in fear and confusion as your wings moved slowly, ungracefully, up and down.... Up. Down.
Then you spoke.
" follow me," you said. "I want to show you something." After you spoke those words it was as if I immediatly knew what you meant. My mouth was opened as you climbed inside my head. At that point I followed you down.
That is when I woke up. After that you came much differently but I always knew it was you. Sometimes I was asleep and sometime I was awake.
It has been about a decade since I last saw you but your taste lingers in my mouth.
I hate the very sight of you.
But I think now, you are afraid...
Sunday, March 22, 2009
you dug a hole
You started shoveling the cold soil with you hands shaped like cups. The further your fingers went down in the earth, the more your Heart could feel the void. So you would replace the earth with pieces of your soul leaving yourself an empty shell. Stop patching the hole with pieces of yourself you will never get back. Dig it up again. Put yourself back together. Push the dirt over the hole and forget about it.
Please.
Please.
Friday, March 20, 2009
dear reader
I have not written you in quite some time. My thoughts have been stolen by my personal journal. Some things and better left written and soon forgotten. This tour has been emotionally very different from all the others. I have a higher calling than music I have come to realize. It is less about music these days. I have also realized I don't do what I do to somehow earn my salvation (it is impossibe to earn a gift), I do it because I feel that you are hurting. I feel that you are alone. I feel that you are wanting more. And if I can impart some of the confident hope that has been supernaturally given to me, I can potentially help you find a reason and purpose to live in this seemingly hatefull world. I pray that God will water an help grow the seeds that he has planted through me/us. Don't lose hope. Don't believe his lies. And please understand that the price we pay for free will and the purest of all love is worth our heart ache and will give us a better perspective of what God is teaching us from day to day. God bless.
Stephen albert Joseph Keech
Stephen albert Joseph Keech
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
as far as days go
This day is the most beautiful day I have experienced in a long while. I am happy. I am a stirred up. I am passionate. And I am continually being shown how to love the loveless, care for the hurting, feed the hungry, and forgive not only the people around me but myself as well. It's a good day.
Monday, March 9, 2009
i will not live for compromise.
i will not be complacent.
i will be apathetic no more.
i will not be indifferent.
it is time to urn.
sing it loud from the roof tops
shout it out on the street corners
change is coming and don't deny it.
give me passion.
give me desire.
if i am insane, let me stay that way.
if i am wrong, what good would it be to be right.
give me love.
give me love.
give me love.
give me passion.
give me desire.
give me You.
i will not be complacent.
i will be apathetic no more.
i will not be indifferent.
it is time to urn.
sing it loud from the roof tops
shout it out on the street corners
change is coming and don't deny it.
give me passion.
give me desire.
if i am insane, let me stay that way.
if i am wrong, what good would it be to be right.
give me love.
give me love.
give me love.
give me passion.
give me desire.
give me You.
Friday, March 6, 2009
They will never know
They will never know how much of my soul I'm baring every night, over and I over. But if at least one of them finds what they are looking for then I have accomplished my goal.
Dear weary, unworthy, and needy,
I am one of you. If I have to lead the revolution, I will. Do not be afraid of change.
Sencerly,
Stephen Albert Joseph Keech
Dear weary, unworthy, and needy,
I am one of you. If I have to lead the revolution, I will. Do not be afraid of change.
Sencerly,
Stephen Albert Joseph Keech
Monday, March 2, 2009
$900 for Gods financial blessing
False prophets. Bringing financial trouble to families all over the world. Misleading the hungriest of souls. People starving for a miracle. And all in the name of the Lord.
Apparently, the financial blessing that God has the power to give anyone is on sale at www.inspiration.org for a small donation of $900. You can also buy your blessing at 1866 625 7635. When I called, i tried to get the warranty information for the blessing but they couldn't give it to me. Apparently, they don't have a system that is on par with apple care (an extended warranty program that apple offers all their patrons). I think I might go elsewhere for my "financial blessing" needs. Hopefully, I can find it on a clearance rack somewhere.
stephen
Apparently, the financial blessing that God has the power to give anyone is on sale at www.inspiration.org for a small donation of $900. You can also buy your blessing at 1866 625 7635. When I called, i tried to get the warranty information for the blessing but they couldn't give it to me. Apparently, they don't have a system that is on par with apple care (an extended warranty program that apple offers all their patrons). I think I might go elsewhere for my "financial blessing" needs. Hopefully, I can find it on a clearance rack somewhere.
stephen
Sunday, March 1, 2009
unforgettable.
There are few days in your life that you will never forget or understand. today was one of those days.
1. mike sprayed chocolate syrup on dave.
2. i knocked a girl unconscious.
3. brokencyde
4. hollywood undead
5. talking in circles (again)
6. peddling merch at our own shows
7. buddy intentionally spilling beer on scantly clad girls for money.
it was an unforgettable day to say the least. i wish you all could have been there to see it.
1. mike sprayed chocolate syrup on dave.
2. i knocked a girl unconscious.
3. brokencyde
4. hollywood undead
5. talking in circles (again)
6. peddling merch at our own shows
7. buddy intentionally spilling beer on scantly clad girls for money.
it was an unforgettable day to say the least. i wish you all could have been there to see it.
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