tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44106024685225041452024-03-04T20:10:07.668-08:00Here, you are free to styleIf you can't talk about it, freestyle.Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-32915712436236910102012-06-20T12:17:00.000-07:002012-06-20T12:22:44.283-07:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">S </span></b>omething is calling my name<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A </span></b>mid all the noise of this game<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L </span></b>ike a dull ache<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I can't explain</span><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T </span></b>hat takes hold and will not refrain<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L </span></b>eading me somewhere anew<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A </span></b>way from the grey and the blue<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">K </span></b>eeping me from running on through<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E </span></b>very other bright color and hue<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">C </span></b>alling, calling, calling my name<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I </span></b>nside my heart and inside my brain<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T </span></b>elling me it and myself are the same<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Y </span></b>onder my thoughts will wander again<br />
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And by "Bloodstream" by Stateless</div>Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-54053739913504287762011-12-31T21:24:00.000-08:002011-12-31T22:56:14.228-08:00Still Standing on My Two Feet Cuz I'm a Child of GodGod is good to give so much<div>School & work were a real nice touch</div><div>A friend who loves me enough to stay</div><div>A place to live & grow & play</div><div>As I review in retrospect</div><div>I tell God, "I don't object,</div><div>To any of those harder days.</div><div>Thank you, Lord" I softly pray</div><div>This coming year I will improve</div><div>A brand new start. A recent move</div><div>My past mistakes I can't erase</div><div>Or move the walls before my face</div><div>But it is me that will choose how</div><div>For I can choose what will be now</div><div><br /></div><div>Rhyme inspired by "Still Standing" by Monica</div><div>And by the end of another good year</div>Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-26262778673142822792011-11-28T13:20:00.001-08:002011-11-28T13:26:34.726-08:00No Matter How They Tossed the Dice, It Had To BeOne year from where we want to be<div>One day from our infinity</div><div>The only thing I need to see</div><div>Is that you still are here with me</div><div><br /></div><div>Rhyme inspired by Indecision</div><div>and by "Happy Together" by The Turtles</div>Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-64200795476099924422011-09-29T20:16:00.000-07:002011-11-11T17:22:56.702-08:00The Rain, The Storms, The Hardest Nights<b><span class="Apple-style-span">Laura Story - "Blessings"</span></b><br /><br />We pray for blessings<br />We pray for peace<br />Comfort for family, protection while we sleep<br />We pray for healing, for prosperity<br />We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering<br />All the while, You hear each spoken need<br />Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things<br /><br />'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops<br />What if Your healing comes through tears<br />What if a thousand sleepless nights<br />Are what it takes to know You’re near<br />What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise<br /><br />We pray for wisdom<br />Your voice to hear<br />And we cry in anger when we cannot feel You near<br />We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love<br />As if every promise from Your Word is not enough<br />All the while, You hear each desperate plea<br />And long that we'd have faith to believe<br /><br />'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops<br />What if Your healing comes through tears<br />What if a thousand sleepless nights<br />Are what it takes to know You’re near<br />And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise<br /><br />When friends betray us<br />When darkness seems to win<br />We know that pain reminds this heart<br />That this is not, this is not our home<br />It's not our home<br /><br />'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops<br />What if Your healing comes through tears<br />And what if a thousand sleepless nights<br />Are what it takes to know You’re near<br />What if my greatest disappointments<br />Or the aching of this life<br />Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy<br />And what if trials of this life<br />The rain, the storms, the hardest nights<br />Are Your mercies in disguiseKaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-71649245020202647452011-09-27T15:46:00.000-07:002011-09-27T15:52:19.142-07:00Lighten Our Minds With its RaysI cannot wait. I cannot wait.<br />To hear the words they'll speak<br />I'll toss and turn and pace around<br />Until the days are done this week<br />It's time for <a href="http://lds.org/?lang=eng">General Conference</a><br /><br />Rhyme inspired by the upcoming General Conference<br />this Saturday and Sunday!!<br />And by "We Thank Thee, O God, For a Prophet" by William FowlerKaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-72901033932679572892011-09-16T08:44:00.000-07:002011-09-17T10:41:33.350-07:00Tell the Story of GraceBetween the satin sheets I lay,<br />Reflecting on my doings today<br />Moonlight shines as if sun rays<br />And gently rests upon my face<br /><br />A truer friend is hard to find<br />Who understands both soul and mind<br />All hell 'n heaven close entwined<br />Yet loves so deep and pure and kind<br /><br />Fear melts slowly into calm<br />As I relate my long-lived psalm<br />And watch my friend apply the balm<br />Of friendship and of Christendom<br /><br />This moment I thought, "God is good!"<br />To give me far more than He should<br />With this exemplar I have stood<br />Long before I understood<br /><br />The moment when at home in ease<br />I felt myself fall to my knees<br />As feeling all my heart did seize<br />"Go see if she needs help from me"<br /><br />A bit awkward I went to her heart<br />Let myself in to ne'er depart<br />That night was just a simple start<br />To a lifelong masterpiece of art<br /><br />She is my friend and watch-care rock<br />She "lets" me sort her clothes 'n socks<br />Though when she runs, I sometimes walk<br />My better self she does unlock<br /><br />'Mid giants we must live and strive<br />For this is how we work and thrive<br />It's far more than to just survive<br />Be taller, better & more alive<br /><br />I'm grateful for my sister dear<br />Who takes away my pain and fear<br />Who fills my life with endless cheer<br />And makes it seem that heaven's near<br /><br />When God said to go check and see<br />If she needed help from Him through me<br />What He truly meant to speak<br />Was, "Child, you need help from she"<br /><br />Rhyme Inspired by Jess Tuckett<br />And by "Do Everything" by Steven Curtis Chapman<br /><br /><iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d3YLJCOKOzM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-40021929502846693462011-04-26T13:48:00.000-07:002011-04-26T21:19:41.598-07:00Stand In The RainI had a strange dream the night before last<br />That rainclouds were gathering and blackening fast<br />The air grew heavy and the winds grew strong<br />Everything was in chaos. Everything went wrong.<br />The rain started and seemed it would never end<br />Such a multitude of rain the heavens did send<br />As it filled up the streets and gutters so full<br />I felt in my heart a fearful desire take hold<br />I took a timid step from beneath my dry place<br />I waded into the puddles, the rain on my face<br />With arms open wide I looked up to the sky<br />I let the water soak me and watched my fears die<br />I awoke in a start and rolled over with ease<br />And decided my phantom was digesting peas<br />'Til the next day while driving so far<br />A song on the radio filled up my car<br />"Stand in the rain. You stand your ground<br />Stand up even when it's all crashing down<br />You stand through the pain. You won't drown<br />And one day what is lost all can be found"<br />A shiver shot from my toes to my spine<br />As I heard the words that really were mine<br />I thought of my nightmare the evening before<br />And realized that God had meant so much more<br />So though I fear that by standing I'll fall<br />I'll do my best to rise and give it my all<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by dreams, change and Christian Rock<br />And by "Stand In The Rain" by SuperchickKaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-22903112381339746912011-02-26T19:23:00.000-08:002011-02-26T19:47:07.527-08:00It Well May Be That We May Never Meet Again In This LifetimeWhen I am down and out of heart<br />I head up the hill to my dear friend<br />When I am hurting & torn a part<br />She skillfully takes my soul to mend<br /><br />I am not hers & she's not mine<br />But I claim her goodness as my guide<br />She taught me how to grow & shine<br />To turn & face fear instead of hide<br /><br />She was kind and true and sweet<br />She brought me up high when I was low<br />She could not stand up to her feet<br />But yet stood taller than most I know<br /><br />Although she's gone away from here<br />To a bigger pond in a much bigger wood<br />I will keep her sweet spirit near<br />For she has changed my life for good<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by Cecile Gollub<br />and by "For Good"Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-38872666447966887482010-12-12T23:00:00.001-08:002010-12-12T23:00:20.763-08:00One More TimeI have no special message<br />I desperately want to display<br />I simply want to say my friend<br />I'm sorry it ended this way<br /><br />I have no deep thought pondering<br />Tied to a lovely rhyme<br />I simply want to say my friend<br />Thank you for the time<br /><br />I have no "aha" moment<br />To lay this clearly forth<br />I simply want to say my friend<br />For me it was all of great worth<br /><br />I have no perfect ending<br />As I lay down to rest<br />I simply want to say my friend<br />I wish you all the best<br /><br />Rhyme Inspired By A Good Song<br />"Sugar" by Dan WilsonKaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-27501156113614082082010-10-11T10:59:00.000-07:002010-10-11T12:43:45.713-07:00You're Gonna Grow Into Something That Death Can't Steal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RKbeyFeOBxNAkwJcC-z2o9h9c-DtTN89cOBAMOq67v-0rLfs8AP1D0fn7Ywt6DFKT50qEfNQyOGhDAJ0OO9yNpsB931a-So1j7H5tXwgi50v5RopHJLuXf3rUQaezbd-XGrjMo1eDC-k/s1600/forest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RKbeyFeOBxNAkwJcC-z2o9h9c-DtTN89cOBAMOq67v-0rLfs8AP1D0fn7Ywt6DFKT50qEfNQyOGhDAJ0OO9yNpsB931a-So1j7H5tXwgi50v5RopHJLuXf3rUQaezbd-XGrjMo1eDC-k/s320/forest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526876367173385682" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Good Timber by Douglas Malloch</span><br /><br />The tree that never had to fight<br />For sun and sky and air and light,<br />But stood out in the open plain<br />And always got its share of rain,<br />Never became a forest king<br />But lived and died a scrubby thing.<br /><br />The man who never had to toil<br />To gain and farm his patch of soil,<br />Who never had to win his share<br />Of sun and sky and light and air,<br />Never became a manly man<br />But lived and died as he began.<br /><br />Good timber does not grow with ease:<br />The stronger wind, the stronger trees;<br />The further sky, the greater length;<br />The more the storm, the more the strength.<br />By sun and cold, by rain and snow,<br />In trees and men good timbers grow.<br /><br />Where thickest lies the forest growth,<br />We find the patriarchs of both.<br />And they hold counsel with the stars<br />Whose broken branches show the scars<br />Of many winds and much of strife.<br />This is the common law of life.<br /><br />Post inspired by a RS Lesson, the changing <br />leaves and my own personal "root time"<br />And "Silver Trees" by Rocky Votolato<br />And "Sheltering Trees" by NewsongKaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-90616708707064834402010-09-29T14:24:00.000-07:002010-09-29T15:40:25.989-07:00Dear GodOne thirty came and went<br />my emotions nearly spent<br />Into the ground I've sent<br />Regrets I never meant<br /><br />'Fore the flower comes the seed<br />Staying here is what I need<br />See it out 'til I succeed<br />I will work until I bleed<br /><br />I stopped counting the days<br />Heavenward I send my praise<br />In a desperate effort of displays<br />I mean more than these cliches<br /><br />Flowers, cookies, love and notes<br />Cause a small lump in my throat<br />Keeping my sinking head afloat<br />In every step I will devote<br /><br />It's been a long, hard set<br />But God's not done with me yet<br />And I will make a daring bet<br />These are the days I won't forget<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by MTC Mornings<br />And by "Dear God 2.0" by The RootsKaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-44479122493602279872010-09-17T17:15:00.000-07:002010-09-17T17:37:32.993-07:00I’ve Seen A Lot Of Joy And I’ve Seen A Lot Of PainI have not been given the gift<br />Of saying the words that lift<br />I never know when to embrace<br />Or dry the tears from a face<br />But God has blessed me, you see<br />With a smiling capacity<br />I'll make you chuckle<br />When your knees start to buckle<br />I'll strengthen your tenacity<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by Kennedy Wise<br />And by Say Hey (I Love You)<br />Michael Franti & Spearhead<br />(Cuz that song makes me smile)Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-81588298910503004452010-08-13T14:02:00.000-07:002010-08-13T14:05:35.331-07:00Dear SatanThis is a long video, but I sort of love it. Powerful poetry. I encourage you to watch it.<br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/D8VJQgvWZ34/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D8VJQgvWZ34?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D8VJQgvWZ34?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.p4cm.com/p4cm/lyrics/letter-to-satan">link to the lyrics</a><br />Inspired by Mosiah 18:9Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-16836965689192286462010-08-09T20:31:00.000-07:002010-08-09T20:37:26.378-07:00All That Talk, And Boy You Better Walk ItI hate dating.<br />It's Irritating.<br />Aggravating.<br />And just plain Dumb.<br /><br />Inspired by dating<br />And "Put It In A Love Song"<br />By Alicia Keys and BeyonceKaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-71062578492697965152010-07-30T12:25:00.000-07:002010-07-30T12:39:59.849-07:00This Is Gonna Sound Like A Bad JokeSo what happens when what you wanted<br />Is what you have<br />And what you have<br />Scares you more than words<br />But what scares you worse<br />Is what you need<br />But what you need<br />Might not be there anymore<br /><br />What happens then?<br /><br />Inspired by unknown<br />And "Cupid's Chokehold" by<br />Gym Class HeroesKaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-26427269089654154052010-07-21T20:05:00.000-07:002010-07-21T20:24:44.237-07:00A Brutally Honest Post That I Should Probably Just Keep To MyselfAre boys like jeans? <br />Say you find a pair that you really like, but you don't buy them cuz you're not sure they're really going to make you happy. <br />You go home, and find yourself thinking about them and thinking about how you should've bought them and how you should be wearing them right now. <br />Every day when you get dressed you wish you could slip them on again.<br />Maybe you even go back to the store, find them and you try them on, but you realize they cost too much for you right then at that time. So you put them back on the shelf and try and rationalize that you don't really need them.<br />Later when you are in a more stable position and you can afford to take the risk and buy them and let them make your wardrobe complete and make you the happiest jeans wearer ever, you don't go back to the store to get them, because you figure it's probably been too long and you probably can't find them. Or they are probably sold out and some other lucky girl is wearing them already.<br />What can you do? Can you really go back? Maybe you've already been back..2 or 3 times and you end up in the same place every time.<br />Maybe the jeans will look you in the face and tell you to never come back again because they've moved on.<br />Are boys like jeans?<br /><br />Probably not.<br />But that doesn't change the fact that it's been months, and I still haven't bought another pair. Or even tried one on. In fact, I don't even go jeans shopping anymore, because I always just end up comparing them to the ones I should've saved up for and bought while I could.Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-9503742861275669702010-06-11T10:35:00.000-07:002010-06-11T11:00:16.713-07:00But Six Rings, And I RiseDear Daydream,<br />I apologize for not visiting<br />Life has become so structured<br />No time for wistful thinking<br />I haven't drawn a single figure<br />My books are dust collecting<br />No time for poems conjured<br /><br />This letter is my only attempt<br />To make amends with your contempt<br /><br />Your forever, but temporarily withheld friend,<br />Kasey<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by a lack of daydreaming<br />And by "Daydream Believer" by The MonkeesKaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-14706426563183732322010-04-23T08:24:00.000-07:002010-04-23T08:58:51.934-07:00No Need To Say GoodbyeThe rain falls in pre-ordered satisfaction<br />As you drive slowly away from here<br />Leave me in my blood red mode of action <br />To face the day with little fear<br /><br />The dissonace of sound doesn't bother me<br />No, freely I accept the notes<br />Pitter. Patter. Even God weeps, you see<br />The water soaks through my coat<br /><br />Looking toward the evading heavens I pray<br />Remembering that my God is good<br />"The journey, the love, the people," I say<br />"Thank you, for the places I've stood."<br /><br />Transitioning, knowing I cannot return again<br />A poison drink laced with good intent<br />Striking blindly into the dark with a steady pen<br />Unsure sadness wrapped in complete content<br /><br />For most, the water stings on cold wet skin<br />But not for me, today, my friend<br />Though the greyness taunts and prods to win<br />The raindrops cause my tears to blend<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by transitions<br />And by Regina Spektor "The Call"Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-81549000261540088292010-04-12T22:24:00.000-07:002010-04-12T22:47:48.617-07:00Feel The Rain On Your FaceLet's talk about the rain<br />Cuz it's impossible to refrain<br />From this watery world of happiness<br />Where we come to forget our pain<br /><br />With the excitement of a child<br />Without reservation we run wild<br />Kicking up the puddled streets<br />We skipped and sung and smiled<br /><br />The rain holds today together<br />Frustration flees in this weather<br />But here and now the rain will fall<br />So let the heavens come nether<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by the theraputic rain<br />And by Natasha Bedingfield "Unwritten"Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-71613314675252939962010-03-28T17:02:00.000-07:002010-03-28T17:11:11.005-07:00Won't You Be My Neighbor?My mind's blank<br />On this sunshiney day<br />I can't think<br />Enough to really say<br />How beautiful it is<br />On this sunshiney day<br />My head is in the clouds<br />And I like it that-a way<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by Carrie Hampton<br />and the sunshiney day<br />And by Mr Roger's Neighborhood<br /><br /><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaPIFmE7lV0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaPIFmE7lV0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object>Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-14163507989892006132010-03-10T08:28:00.000-08:002010-03-18T11:24:18.247-07:00A Neighbor's SongYou say, my friend, that you cannot find<br />A song, somewhere, with your name<br />It will surely not fit in a tune<br />Is the simple thing that you claim<br /><br />Sorry to say, but I disagree<br />For I've heard your name quite a bit<br />In so many notes and so many beats<br />It just happy and perfectly fits<br /><br />I saw you lift another's sad heart<br />With a hug and smile truly real<br />As lyrical beauty, a rhythm was born<br />In the way you made them feel<br /><br />With boldness and conviction unmoving<br />A record of God, you did bear<br />Oh, such harmony, to my ears, I heard<br />The ballad of truth that you shared<br /><br />My cupboard once empty, you filled<br />And the aching pains of my soul<br />Were then the taste of sweet melodies<br />In the music I ate from my bowl<br /><br />Once struggling, I wept free, in your arms<br />You dried up my tears with your words<br />From you to me, flowed a lullaby<br />And I felt the strength of the chords<br /><br />Often I've heard the fish is the last<br />To notice, in the water, it stands<br />I wonder, my friend, if it's not also so<br />For the instrument played by God's hands<br /><br />Now, hear the rhapsody, He will play<br />Through your faith, this night and day long<br />It is the name of Heav'n that you praise<br />For His, is the name of your song<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by Melissa Wells (A good Neighbor)<br />And by St Luke 10:29-37Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-45092232358741980262010-03-06T13:58:00.000-08:002010-03-06T14:49:20.650-08:00You've Been There, You UnderstandLike vines our lives are intertwined<br />With flowers blooming red<br />Like rope our lives are tightly coiled<br />The fibers wound and dread<br /><br />Like strangers we have walked along<br />Not knowing that we could<br />Turn to eachother in our frustration<br />But alone we boldly stood<br /><br />How frequent must this silly thing<br />Occur in our seperate lives<br />To find a friend we did not know<br />Would help us to survive<br /><br />Perhaps, I venture, It's possible<br />That here and now exists<br />A person that is close around<br />And understands your twists<br /><br />Like friends we talk and remenisce<br />About our lives before<br />And as we leave the bakery<br />My heart has been restored<br /><br />For now I see that I'm not alone<br />In this journey that is hard<br />Thank you God for showing me<br />How to let down my guard<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by long talks with Erin Haskell<br />And the irony of Rascall Flatts "Bless The Broken Road"Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-945346120737836462010-03-02T10:14:00.000-08:002010-03-02T11:22:39.057-08:00Someone Please Say...I'm starting small with this count<br />Because today it seems hard<br />To think of things that I can say<br />Allow me to let down my guard<br /><br />But a list is needed for my sake<br />Of things that I'm grateful for<br />Cuz today is a day that is tough<br />Hardships, I labor to ignore<br /><br />I'm grateful for eyes in my head<br />That see the things God has made<br />And for the church of my youth<br />That now helps me not to be afraid<br /><br />I'm grateful for feet on my legs<br />For a knowledge of God up above<br />I'm thankful for arms that extend<br />To give hugs to those that I love<br /><br />I'm grateful for prophets that teach<br />Of God, Jesus Christ and The Plan<br />For parents and teachers and prayer<br />That help me to know that I can<br /><br />I'm grateful I have a place to live<br />A job that barely gets me by<br />For gloves and hats and sidewalks<br />For the strength to not ask "why"<br /><br />I'm grateful for macaroni and tuna<br />In my cuboard so empty and bare<br />For sweaters and socks and brothers<br />Neighbors who show me they care<br /><br />I'm grateful for sunshine and mountains<br />For good books, hangers, and phones<br />For showers and paychecks and photos<br />So grateful for muscles and bones<br /><br />I'm grateful for experiences that try<br />My faith in my God that I trust<br />For snow storms, train cars and forks<br />For running 'til my lungs want to bust<br /><br />I'm grateful for very simple things<br />If you look at the grand scheme of life<br />But how I need these trustful effects<br />If I'm ever to look past the strife<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by Erin Haskell<br />And by Natasha Bedingfield "Happy"Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-67550138252612035742010-02-22T15:31:00.000-08:002010-02-23T10:03:13.671-08:00Brought To You Courtesy Of The Red, White And BlueMy red, white and blue poem<br />Will surely show it's time<br />That our good friend America<br />Got its first real freestyle rhyme<br /><br />I'm not in the armed forces,<br />The navy or reserves<br />I don't go out and battle<br />For the liberties preserved<br /><br />But I'll support our boys in blue<br />Until my dying day<br />I'll stand with my hand to my heart<br />When that grand anthem plays<br /><br />Cuz, Liberty does not come free<br />I'll start down at the ground<br />And I'll work up to the top<br />'Til I hear sweet freedom's sound<br /><br />I'll even work to let you have<br />Your differences and complaints<br />Against my country 'tis of thee<br />And I'll pose no harsh restraints<br /><br />I'm a blue-jeans wearing kid<br />With no I.O.U. from Sam<br />If you don't agree, well,<br />Sorry, that's the way I am<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by hearing the<br />Star Spangled Banner over and<br />over again as I watch the Olympics<br />And by Toby Keith<br />"Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue"Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410602468522504145.post-61512689129664838782010-02-18T14:39:00.000-08:002010-02-18T16:01:22.704-08:00Couldn't Keep To Myself EnoughThe subtitle of this blog is "If you can't talk about it, Freestyle." But it seems that we have come to an impass, because finally I have something I can talk about.<br /><br />Timing.<br /><br /><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YvLE0CaES0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YvLE0CaES0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />Our lives are like a line of dominoes<br />Push one down and watch the others flow<br />The difference is, you don't really know<br />Where you'll end up or where you'll go<br /><br />Not that I'm saying that we have no control over our lives and that all we can do is watch the pieces fall, but if you think about all the influences in your life that have come together to make you the person that you are, there is a lot of timing that goes into the process.<br /><br />Then how is it now that I have to care<br />About where I step and for what I prepare?<br />Why is it that I'm living on a prayer<br />That somehow, someway I'll get somewhere?<br /><br />You see, the misunderstanding is recalled<br />That I cannot change the place where I fall<br />But oh how foolish this assumption crawls<br />Back to its author so faithless and small<br /><br />It is weakness to choose to believe that our lives have an outcome that we cannot change because it is led and defined by forces outside our control; to put God in a position that discounts your own choices. However, it is also weakness to choose to believe that you do not need a God and that you are the only one in control of the outcome of your life.<br /><br />It is true that a domino needs some nudging<br />How hard and when is what we are judging<br />It's a fine line we are continually smudging<br />Of when it's our turn,& when it's God budging<br /><br />The strength of faith comes in realizing that we don't hold all the pieces and we don't call all the shots. Though ultimately the decision to act lies in our capacity, it is strength to rely on God to know what it is that we must do with our agency, and even greater strength to do it.<br /><br />Rhyme inspired by the realization that I do not live<br />in Provo to work, but rather to build relationships.<br /><br />And by the Music Video by Relient K "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been"<br />(Video not chosen entirely for the message of the song, but rather for the video itself. If you would like, watch the video without the sound. It will deliver the same effect)Kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06846706374912496509noreply@blogger.com3