anthem of SDF.

yep.

some things

make some sense of everything

when something was turned into nothing

your countenance i'm taking note of

as something to write about later on.

sometimes the rain makes me feel this way.

and i want nothing more than this.

something cool would be great.

awesome.

vague.

cool.

sweet.

yeah.

eye

i could look at your face for a while

and then

continue wondering why your eye budget was spent

on me

when there was so much more to look at

when eyes make greeting

and continue to converse

i like to think that our spirits traverse

and search out our deepest secrets

before our mouths speak a word

so really, you know everything about me

and i, about you

because we've continually let each other in

through the gates of who we

who we are.

somedays.

i just want to be married and have my own family and work in our garden.

... in front of our treehouse/cottage on a grassy knoll in the middle of rolling fields.

and drive my volkswagen van around.

and theres a lake nearby.

in which i kayak around sometimes. or sometimes just swim to the island in the middle of it.

and ride a horse to the other side of the property where some of our dearest friends live with their children. and sometimes we have community dinners lit by twinkle lights hanging from a giant tree in the middle of our field. with swaying tall grasses.

and crickets.

yeah.

i'd like that to happen.

but the fact it's happened in my dream world will do.

old fashioned

self control.

do it.

rain outside.

i feel like im dreaming.

what happens when its happening.

when you brought truth to the outside walls of the city that is me

it permeated;

through

and seeped into every

building and every avenue.

every tree was&remains alive

it sways to the sound waves of your voice

that create wind and songs through the rustling of the leaves.

sing back to you.

blap.

break.

arise from oppression.

it's all making you into something more.

once you push past and realize its smaller than you thought,

it wont come back.

and if it does,

you'll send it away with one word, one thought.

this is spiritual.

arise warrior.

break through the veils of condemnation.

take ahold of life.

do your part.

arise passion.

live.

fully alive.

yes.

i deserved nothing.

you.

are.

everything.

and you see the depths of my heart.

and love me the same.

i'd like to think of it as a love song from Yeshua.

winter song by sarah bareilles and ingrid michaelson.

This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon,
It rolls in from the sea

My voice; a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love

They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so i have been told.

They say were buried far,
Just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
Cause youre not where you belong;
Inside my arms.

I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change
And life will find a way.

Ill be your harvester of light
And send it out tonight
So we can start again.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
Cause youre not where you belong;
Inside my arms.

This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon
It rolls in from the sea.

My love a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?

this is the melody of my heart beat.