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The Diary... (Entry II)
Wednesday July 11th, 2007,
He wants that story... His desire is the rush of years that are so willingly accepting to the unbreakable bond that they share. What a great thing... to walk in that Godly door and shout in direction of reverse offspring, "Look what we've done, look how far we've come!" And the fates will know them as we know them... as the Man, the Woman, who shared that unbreakable emotion. Great indeed! The shallow depths of the abyss seek only to plunge Love into the ocean, but "nay," they shall resist! Becuase the will for that story is great, the will for that story is powerful, the will for that story is just! Consumed feelings share equal mutuality, indicating the everlasting and unconditional respect humans contain passion for. But deep within, there resides a resting ground... an area which is non-pysical, non-visual. It is spiritual, emotional. "I can't let the mouth cease this pursuit!" The boy thought. Many a time had he sighed before. With the backbone of a God, the backbone of a strong relationship, they boy has a choice....
"You always have a choice Peter..."
"I always have a choice..." He grinned.
The boy looked at the mouth, then the teddy bear, back at the mouth... "I need both to survive..." He thought. The manner of peace from waves of the past have stopped slapping sand floor. Now, they linger in the air, floating adrift from the beach. Crap!
This is the story that he seeks... if this is the story he desires... then this will be His story....
-Jedidiah Horca
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 Posted by: Mitentei Mon Jul 16, 2007 @ 07:09pm
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The Diary... (Entry I)
Current mood: contemplative
July 4th-9th,
The day started. There is some manner of peace kept within the walls of captivity, the simple passing of time seems to slow, and dim. Approaching the Ocean for the first time in months, the sky had never been so clear before. There is something stirring in the waves that brings me to deep thought. No past, no future, just one moment in time where wave slaps sand floor. And then he glanced... Who would have thought, his dream was to be absorbed by a love in which he was to later envy. "Is envy not a sin?" He thought to himself. This was something he could never fathom. Why is this so? What curse do we possess that allows such pestering of the heart? In the soothing sound of brass vibration he found myself basking in the voice of a woman, who sang with the utmost profession, a concept in which he had to longed to obtain. Where had this envy originated? The enemy had placed Love face-to-face with the dreamer only to provoke the failure of his future. WWDJ? At this time and point, it was unclear to the boy how or when the fulfillment of a hope would be absolute. Who knew that the road to success had been the path of another? Does the boy walk on Stardom Road, or does he stand firm behind Love and push it along Stardom Road? This is the question of 9:09 remembrance. The day of independance, flare geysers and echoing booms of entertainment flood the night sky. As the angel sang his heart jumped and reinacted what had been present in the air days before. A minor flashback. He could feel his mind shutter and his knees quiver with lust for tone, lust for voice, lust for volume and presence. Clarity is what he wished, clarity... and the ability to open up ever so willingly to let Him speak through his voice. How a great a thing that would be. How great a thing!
With every note, with every intination... his dream is lost until he is given his clarity...
-Jedidiah Horca
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Posted by: Mitentei Mon Jul 16, 2007 @ 07:07pm
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