Tiny Vessel


This is the moment that you know that you told her that you loved her but you don't
You touched her skin and then you think that she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me

I spent two weeks in Silverlake, the California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks, and she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me
Yeah she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me

I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling all the playful misspellings and ever bite I made that left a mark
Then tiny vessels oozed into you neck and formed the bruises that you said you didn't want to fade
But they did an so did I that day

All I see are dark gray clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you'd ask Is something wrong?
I'd think, You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now! No we can't talk about it now.

So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend it meant something so much more
But it was vile and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me.

I got this song off of someone else's journal. What can I say? I liked it :)

THE "TWO-COW EXPLANATION" OF WHAT MAKES...



A CHRISTIAN:You have two cows. You keep one and give one to your neighbor.

A SOCIALIST:You have two cows. The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.

A REPUBLICAN:You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. So what?

A DEMOCRAT:You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You feel guilty for being successful. You vote people into office who tax your cows, forcing you to sell one to raise money to pay the tax. The people you voted for then take the tax money and buy a cow and give it to your neighbor. You feel righteous.

A COMMUNIST:You have two cows. The government seizes both and provides you with milk.

A FASCIST:You have two cows. The government seizes both and sells you the milk. You join the underground and start a campaign of sabotage.

DEMOCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE:You have two cows. The government taxes you to the point you have to sell both to support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow, which was a gift from your government.

CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE:You have two cows. You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.

BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE:You have two cows. The government takes them both, shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, then pours the milk down the drain.

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION:You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.

A FRENCH CORPORATION:You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.
A JAPANESE CORPORATION:You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.

A GERMAN CORPORATION:You have two cows. You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.

AN ITALIAN CORPORATION:You have two cows but you don't know where they are. You break for lunch.

A RUSSIAN CORPORATION:You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.

A MEXICAN CORPORATION:You think you have two cows, but you don't know what a cow looks like. You take a nap.

A SWISS CORPORATION:You have 5000 cows, none of which belongs to you. You charge for storing them for others.

A BRAZILIAN CORPORATION:You have two cows. You enter into a partnership with an American corporation. Soon you have 1000 cows and the American corporation declares bankruptcy.

AN INDIAN CORPORATION:You have two cows. You worship them.

Stole this somewhere. Hope the copyright police don't come for me. ha ha :D

Wouldn't it be great to have the innocence of a child?

. . . . .

I haven'tt visited my mother's grave since....I really don't remember.....but I guess it was a couple months ago. I've only gone twice after her burial; one time alone and the other with my sister and brother.

That day my sister and I cried at my mother's grave. It's very hard to loose a loved one especially if that loved one is your mother. It's hard to let go.

As we cried, my little brother ran around the cemetery playing with a stick. Gosh he's so innocent. I wish I were that carefree. When we were there I wondered if he realized what he was doing. That he was running around and stepping on the graves of other people's loved ones.
I guess he didn't. He was running, flinging the stick in the air and jumping as if he were chasing and fighting with the wind. I remember looking at him and thinking to myself, "I wish I could do that."

. . . . .

Sometimes I wish I were a child again and start all over but I know that that is never going to happen.

Here's a song that can somewhat convey how I feel and think sometimes:


"Like A Child"
by Jars of Clay

Dear God, surround me as I speak,
the bridges that I walk across are weak
Frustrations fill the void that I can't solely bear
Dear God, don't let me fall apart,
you've held me close to you
I have turned away and searched for answers I can't understand

[Chorus:]
They say that I can move the mountains
And send them falling to the sea
They say that I can walk on water
If I would follow and believe
with faith like a child

Sometimes, when I feel miles away
and my eyes can't see your face
I wonder if I've grown to lose the recklessness
I walked in light of you

[Chorus]

They say that love can heal the broken
They say that hope can make you see
They say that faith can find a Savior
If you would follow and believe
with faith like a child