No Good Deed Wasted

Who repays the righteous for the good deeds wasted?
Who will feed them when their father works for the good, but is repaid with disappointment?
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We are all orphans.
We all cry.
God makes us one with the ones we love,
God will bring you there.
How else can He repay Your love?
So be careful about who you try to help.
Although the desires of our hearts fall short of our expectations,
We do not cry alone.
Rage against the way of this world.
Storm the gates of Hell.
The battle is violent.
The cause seems lost, but yet the King of our hearts asks for volunteers.
Those who answer His call will face Him with no regrets on the only day that matters.
Till then we wander, but have a home.
Our Lord was crucified alone, but for the souls he saw in His mind.
He took up that cross.
He dries the secret tears of the faithful, even when they try to hide them,
Because the unseen orphan does not cry alone.

Directly from "Notepad"

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Niether does our love.
The misperfections are part of the beauty.
Although I do not see any in you.
Not because there are none, but because they are a part of you.
Love covers up a multitude of wrongs.
I know that is why you still love me.
I know that.
Almost as much as I know I love you.
You make me forget what is wrong with the world.
Just now we laid in bed with our son, and thought of nothing but love.
We make these moments, so let us live in them.
Because they are the truth in a life made for love.
It is time to open up and let love in.

Fire refines

Just because you hide in your shelter from fire does not mean you will not be burned.
Just because you have been burned does not mean you need to hide.
The fire has a mind of its own, undiscriminating, unrelenting, and without consideration.
And sometimes the fire is in your mind.

Just cause you run does not mean someone is chasing you,
Even if you wan them to,
Sometimes you just need to run.

Sometimes you run from the things you love in the hope to find them.
Sometimes you run into fire.
Sometimes you need to feel the burn.

Sometimes the fire only consumes the offering you placed out for it.
Sometimes it consumes the alter whole.

No one truly understands the ramblings of a demented mind.
That is why no one reads, or writes, the thoughts they hide.
Who places the rating on the movies of our mind?
What projectionist places the reel in the theater as I try to make myself fall asleep?
Have I ever seen the final act?

Who determines the content of my dreams?
Who can tell me why I dream in the first place?
Who can interpret my dreams if I cannot remember them?

I can turn my dreams to anything by my will, but to fulfillment. 
So how can I set fire to my mind?
To burn my thoughts away from me yet not be burned.
The thoughts that torment us are created in our minds by the fores that wish to free us.
The darkest thoughts are the only thoughts that we control.
We push them away only to be overtaken by them, until the day we overcome.

So now we have understood the madness,
So now we have discovered the master of our mind.
We wish now to dis spell the mystery but not understand the truth.
So we hide in the simple things, but the grand realization is beyond us.
We turn to God because the questions he placed in our hearts are bewildering. 
Because we want some sort of comfort when we die.

We do this because we lack the faith to face it with open eyes.
Just because there is a fire does not mean you need to hide.
Just because the world is burning does not mean you will die.
Just because the light goes out does not mean the fire has ended.
Pray for fire, and the scorched earth of your soul.
Just because the fire is burning does not mean it is not beyond your control.
God is in the fire.
Just because you hide does not mean you will not get burned.
Fire refines.

You Are Love

If you truly love someone you must be willing to let them go.
And then fight like hell to get them back when they leave.
Because you were such a dumb ass to let them go in the first place.

If you truly loved them it would not have come to this,
It would have been filled with joy each and every day.
Not easy, sometimes ungodly hard, but worth it.
If you truly loved them it would not have come down to this.
Because love does not beg, but believe.
It does not grovel, but hope.
It does not cry, but overcome.

So if there is still love between the star crossed souls of this earth,
Not the Shakespearean, not the erotic, not the infatuated, but the true souls trying to make it work but being churned up by the godless way of a world beyond their control,
If that love still exists, then it is true love.

Fight like hell for it. Even if it is a battle among friends.

When people stop believing in love they try to destroy love.
When you cannot understand love you try to hide.
When you have been hurt by the one you love you want to die.
For there is no true life without love, and when you cannot give it you cannot feel it.
And sometimes you simply cannot make it on your own.
So we ask, where does love come from? How do I get it? How do I feel it? Can I have a bit of it, if only to give it away?

The source of love does not live inside of you until you let yourself go.
Yet the lack of love destroys you.
So how do you let yourself go when there is nothing left to hold on to?
The answer is to feel a love beyond your control.
To understand the force inside of you that is trying to destroy the part of you that can feel love,
And listen to the voice that tells you that is not who you are.
You are not the destructive force, but the soul being attacked.
Not the one causing pain, but the one feeling it and passing it on.
So you must let yourself go.
And allow yourself to simply be the source of love for others.
Love can only spring forth from love.
And all love has a single source.
And that source is you.
Only you.
You are love.

I am sitting in my family room.
How did it become to be called a family room in the first place anyway?
Have you ever seen a family in the family room?
I have seen a family in the TV room, in the movie room, or in the game room.
But what does a family do in a room alone?
And what do I care, and why would I post this for the world to see?
Will they help me have quality time with my family?
Truth be told I am down here writing while my wife us upstairs thinking of yet another nasty thing to say to me.
Truth be told, no matter how much I wish in my mind she would just stop, she will not.
Drive me, drive me, drive my further away by your comments.
I am just a leaf on the breeze.
By the time you realize this, a leaf will no longer be a leaf, just mush in a heap of leaves.
So be it.
I wished I could have been a flower anyway.