So, I started talking to myself today and then found out that, in doing so, I had violated a restraining order.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
The Stone Indoors Book, #9: Curtains
I have the attention span
Of a kitten
In a room
Full of curtains.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
Of a kitten
In a room
Full of curtains.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
Saturday, January 25, 2014
The Stone Indoors Book, #8: Chime In
It might have been easier put in simpler terms,
But that's just not the way I rock.
In times gone past, hardly noticed at first,
I should have paused -
Giving myself ample time to reflect before speaking -
But this, again, is not my nature.
So what came out was no doubt a mixture
Of truth and oh so clueless disguise,
But don't we all tend to do that?
I mean, don't we all?
So it's pointless now,
to some remembered,
to cast away some broken mane,
that the lion ever so soon abandoned
to the pockets of men now insane.
Retrieve, retrieve your blistered basket
filled to the brim with trampled sleeves
of one hundred and fifty million waistcoats
worn by men who us deceived.
Resound, resound in mighty hallways
in the dust of autumn afternoon light,
Let your voice now trickle upward
quickly before you lose your sight...
Quickly before you lose your sight...
Quickly before you lose your sight.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
But that's just not the way I rock.
In times gone past, hardly noticed at first,
I should have paused -
Giving myself ample time to reflect before speaking -
But this, again, is not my nature.
So what came out was no doubt a mixture
Of truth and oh so clueless disguise,
But don't we all tend to do that?
I mean, don't we all?
So it's pointless now,
to some remembered,
to cast away some broken mane,
that the lion ever so soon abandoned
to the pockets of men now insane.
Retrieve, retrieve your blistered basket
filled to the brim with trampled sleeves
of one hundred and fifty million waistcoats
worn by men who us deceived.
Resound, resound in mighty hallways
in the dust of autumn afternoon light,
Let your voice now trickle upward
quickly before you lose your sight...
Quickly before you lose your sight...
Quickly before you lose your sight.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
The Stone Indoors Book, #7: Logisitics
There is seemingly no way around this odd feeling,
A mixture of unease and quite brilliant awe,
Though apparently, notwithstanding it makes sullen swirls
In the moments of my life.
There is no mysticism here, no there is not,
Though I tend to rely on more subtle meanings,
Old songs from my youth return in baskets of tears,
Calling to me in a savage loneliness.
On downtrodden days I might have recalled
A more stringent reliance on more summer times,
But the logistics of love leave no balance of senses
That might render me futile to my own desires.
It is an education, it is, of a gigantic sort,
And more musical lines may be more poetic,
But the hammering of my scarred heart
Signals me in long awakenings.
It tells me in rustic winter surroundings,
That I am indeed special, to some degree,
And in moments of clarity as yet undisclosed
I rest beautifully in the arms of the unaware.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
A mixture of unease and quite brilliant awe,
Though apparently, notwithstanding it makes sullen swirls
In the moments of my life.
There is no mysticism here, no there is not,
Though I tend to rely on more subtle meanings,
Old songs from my youth return in baskets of tears,
Calling to me in a savage loneliness.
On downtrodden days I might have recalled
A more stringent reliance on more summer times,
But the logistics of love leave no balance of senses
That might render me futile to my own desires.
It is an education, it is, of a gigantic sort,
And more musical lines may be more poetic,
But the hammering of my scarred heart
Signals me in long awakenings.
It tells me in rustic winter surroundings,
That I am indeed special, to some degree,
And in moments of clarity as yet undisclosed
I rest beautifully in the arms of the unaware.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
Saturday, January 18, 2014
The Stone Indoors Book, #6: Really
So it never really dawned on me, you know.
It, like, made no difference.
I mean, what the hell is "wonking"?
Really?
I don't even know what taupe is.
But somebody does.
Well, as it was described to me,
It wasn't what I first thought,
But then it never is, when I think about it.
Home lame.
And so goes every conversation,
Every nuance of what we call "today",
Lost in utter meaningless banter,
Forever wallowing in a mire of unformed thoughts...
Never failing to fail,
But always right on time.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
It, like, made no difference.
I mean, what the hell is "wonking"?
Really?
I don't even know what taupe is.
But somebody does.
Well, as it was described to me,
It wasn't what I first thought,
But then it never is, when I think about it.
Home lame.
And so goes every conversation,
Every nuance of what we call "today",
Lost in utter meaningless banter,
Forever wallowing in a mire of unformed thoughts...
Never failing to fail,
But always right on time.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
The Stone Indoors Book, #5: Leaping
Leaping,
Almost like the faith of the martyrs,
Into an unknown hand,
Like hugging water,
It disappears in my arms...
Nothing.
Calling,
Out into the dark of night,
With the cold of a thousand sins
Scraping my thoughts,
Though not clean...
Nothing.
Comfort,
Finally in electric arms,
The warm breath of you,
Not nearby,
And never far...
Always.
Leaping,
Soul touching, how odd,
Defying the norms of the world,
Yet somehow absolutely complete,
Not nearby
But never far...
Leaping...
My heart with joy.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
Almost like the faith of the martyrs,
Into an unknown hand,
Like hugging water,
It disappears in my arms...
Nothing.
Calling,
Out into the dark of night,
With the cold of a thousand sins
Scraping my thoughts,
Though not clean...
Nothing.
Comfort,
Finally in electric arms,
The warm breath of you,
Not nearby,
And never far...
Always.
Leaping,
Soul touching, how odd,
Defying the norms of the world,
Yet somehow absolutely complete,
Not nearby
But never far...
Leaping...
My heart with joy.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
Friday, January 17, 2014
The Stone Indoors Book, #4: At Large
At Large
A liturgy of errors,
Spewed forth from the mouths of
icons,
And those not heard from
Among the usual suspects.
For it is the master of the air
That clings to our brains
With a voice somehow angelic,
Nudging us toward oblivion.
Available to us through nightly
howls,
Like a wind that screams among
skyscrapers,
Forever taunting us with reason
That is yet unreasonable.
A purveyor of lies
This master of the powers of the
air,
A murderer from the beginning,
Yet somehow at large.
Copyright 2014 by
Andrew T. Durham
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
The Stone Indoors Book, #3: What Else Do I Do?
What Else Do I Do?
What else do I do?
To what end do I run?
Is it to my justice?
Or is it to my behavior?
What else do I do?
Are these things left standing,
That I, in my haste, forgot,
Yet forever on my heart?
What else do I do?
Under whose eyes do I struggle?
Is it that of the Almighty?
Or is it that of the Underhanded?
What else do I do?
And just how do I choose
At this time of inner strife?
Just what else do I do?
I turn to God.
Copyright 2014 by
Andrew T. Durham
The Stone Indoors Book, #2: Friend
Friend
On a roadside many years ago
Was a man with a sign,
Who once was a king in his own
mind.
On a roadside a few days ago
Was a king with a crown,
Who once held a sign in his own
mind.
On a lakeside merely weeks ago
Stood a prophet,
Who once was a deposed king in
his own mind.
At a bedside hours ago
Where a man lay dying,
A friend weeps,
For the man was once a prophet, a
king, then a poor man,
But he had a friend.
Copyright 2014 by
Andrew T. Durham
Saturday, January 11, 2014
The Stone Indoors Book, #1: Thirty Things
On the table before me are
The things for which I sought,
Or thought I did,
The things I thought I wanted,
Substituted for need,
Yet wondering how they got there.
There were thirty things, there were,
All arrayed in a row by kind,
Or so I thought,
Making sense at that particular moment,
Substituted for need,
Yet completely without order of form.
And so were my days forever,
Among the desires of unattainable things,
Or so I wished,
But those very things brought me down,
Substituted for need,
Yet somehow bringing me to my senses.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
The things for which I sought,
Or thought I did,
The things I thought I wanted,
Substituted for need,
Yet wondering how they got there.
There were thirty things, there were,
All arrayed in a row by kind,
Or so I thought,
Making sense at that particular moment,
Substituted for need,
Yet completely without order of form.
And so were my days forever,
Among the desires of unattainable things,
Or so I wished,
But those very things brought me down,
Substituted for need,
Yet somehow bringing me to my senses.
Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham
Friday, October 11, 2013
Playing These Cards
Should I play these cards?
Are these things I really want?
Or are these merely dreams, lost in the lust of rage?
Or a song, waiting to be sung,
Aloud, among eager young listeners?
Hard, it is, to understand blind rage,
Though naturally it flows from a mature mind.
Yet it cannot help but be fueled by love
Of some kind
Because the emotions are, in fact, the same.
But what is it we actually sew?
I mean, do any of us actually take account
The response
To what it is we put out there
Into whatever ether we suppose there is,
Or is not…
Are the souls we are given,
As if on a buffet of humanity before our eyes,
To be taken into our heart of hearts,
Or merely sloughed off
Like so much dead skin?
And how exactly do we
know?
Show I play these cards?
For this life is not a matter of wild cards,
Because we are dealt pure stud poker,
In truth…
Yet we think there is some skill in gambling,
Though there is nothing but chance,
Which is a word invented to disguise
The very will of God…
And we have the gall to think that somehow
This is all left to some random convergence of events,
Knowing in our very DNA
That He is the Dealer,
And our account is blindly emptying
Not before our eyes,
But in our sweaty fear
Deciding
Whether to play these cards.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Edward Snowden Leaves the Lid Up
Snowden Leaves the Lid Up
Radio super-host Michael Savage recently proposed that Edward Snowden is a hero for exposing massive surveillace of the American public. I concur.
Edward Snowden has left the toilet seat up. While media industry blowhards attempt to assassinate this man’s character, we are meant to be distracted from the primary revelation of this event: that our freedoms, our interests and our very lives are being invaded by a massive disease of surveillance. All of this in the name of…well, do we really know?
Can we really use the guise of terrorist threats to justify the rape of our liberties by this government; especially this government, with its history of corruption and inexperience under Obama? This is coupled with the largest exodus of high-level military personnel in U.S. history, either by resignation or retirement. Simply knowing that liberal politics always longs for nothing less than total control of the lives of the people is enough to throw away the microscope when the writing on the wall is gigantic.
Snowden has laid naked the massive surveillance of the public by American and British governments. What could be next? It was not enough for me to simply shudder when I learned of the attendance of Google’s Chief Eric Schmidt at the meeting of the yearly meeting of the Bilderberg Group in near Athens this year. For those unfamiliar with the Bilderberg Group, it is a board of representatives of the most wealthy and influential in the world that meets every year to, more or less, decide the future of our planet…unfettered by election by any public. Knowing merely that Google is in attendance makes my digestive system quake, what with Google being the current electronic eye over absolutely everything you do on the Internet. I found this out in a very chilling way several years ago when I discovered that some very specific searches I had done on the Net had been documented by the Google search engine, while other searches were not pointed out so boldly.
How is this related? The overt and the covert, when they occur together, can give the illusion that the covert is simply a confusion of something we are supposedly used to or expected to endure for the sake of harmony. Coincidence, however, is a non-existent phenomenon. There is always a reason and intent, not always immediately apparent.
What it comes down to is this: where the secrets start, the Republic ends. Someone said that once. Haven’t been able to locate that source, but it is applicable. We are in a time of influence by so many converging factors that we could easily become blind to the hand in our pockets….or our sockets.
While we wait for this story to come to fruition, let us not rest on our laurels. While paranoia is never a healthy state, a dose is needed when the truth really is out to get you. So we are left with the choice: either drive ourselves insane with suspicion cowering over everything we do or say…or eliminate the source.
Nothing justifies this level of spying on the public.
Nothing.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Radio super-host Michael Savage recently proposed that Edward Snowden is a hero for exposing massive surveillace of the American public. I concur.
Edward Snowden has left the toilet seat up. While media industry blowhards attempt to assassinate this man’s character, we are meant to be distracted from the primary revelation of this event: that our freedoms, our interests and our very lives are being invaded by a massive disease of surveillance. All of this in the name of…well, do we really know?
Can we really use the guise of terrorist threats to justify the rape of our liberties by this government; especially this government, with its history of corruption and inexperience under Obama? This is coupled with the largest exodus of high-level military personnel in U.S. history, either by resignation or retirement. Simply knowing that liberal politics always longs for nothing less than total control of the lives of the people is enough to throw away the microscope when the writing on the wall is gigantic.
Snowden has laid naked the massive surveillance of the public by American and British governments. What could be next? It was not enough for me to simply shudder when I learned of the attendance of Google’s Chief Eric Schmidt at the meeting of the yearly meeting of the Bilderberg Group in near Athens this year. For those unfamiliar with the Bilderberg Group, it is a board of representatives of the most wealthy and influential in the world that meets every year to, more or less, decide the future of our planet…unfettered by election by any public. Knowing merely that Google is in attendance makes my digestive system quake, what with Google being the current electronic eye over absolutely everything you do on the Internet. I found this out in a very chilling way several years ago when I discovered that some very specific searches I had done on the Net had been documented by the Google search engine, while other searches were not pointed out so boldly.
How is this related? The overt and the covert, when they occur together, can give the illusion that the covert is simply a confusion of something we are supposedly used to or expected to endure for the sake of harmony. Coincidence, however, is a non-existent phenomenon. There is always a reason and intent, not always immediately apparent.
What it comes down to is this: where the secrets start, the Republic ends. Someone said that once. Haven’t been able to locate that source, but it is applicable. We are in a time of influence by so many converging factors that we could easily become blind to the hand in our pockets….or our sockets.
While we wait for this story to come to fruition, let us not rest on our laurels. While paranoia is never a healthy state, a dose is needed when the truth really is out to get you. So we are left with the choice: either drive ourselves insane with suspicion cowering over everything we do or say…or eliminate the source.
Nothing justifies this level of spying on the public.
Nothing.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Song
Someone once quoted from a song,
But the lyrics were wrong,
Did that make it
Not that song?
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
But the lyrics were wrong,
Did that make it
Not that song?
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Games
There are only two games
Your mind plays with you,
Day and day out.
They are
Chess
And Battleship.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Your mind plays with you,
Day and day out.
They are
Chess
And Battleship.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Saturday, April 27, 2013
A Mere Statement of Scriptural, Historical and Spiritual Fact
No man, no building, no program and no construct of mankind is the single pathway to Christ. Other than Jesus Christ Himself, all else is mere vanity. And that's being kind.
Proverbs 12:22 - "Lying lips are an abomination to the LORD."
Everything else, my friends, is what we call a cult.
More to come...
Oh, and The Revelation confirms this.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Proverbs 12:22 - "Lying lips are an abomination to the LORD."
Everything else, my friends, is what we call a cult.
More to come...
Oh, and The Revelation confirms this.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Friday, April 19, 2013
Youth
Youth is not an excuse for ignorance. It is, in fact, a synonym for it.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Cord
The cord is broken,
Obsession is taken away
This thing you carry,
Masked in a smile
And ulterior motives.
We all find out eventually,
All of us.
Beware the beginning of wisdom, my friend,
- The fear (respect) of God -
For He knows your heart,
Even if you have none.
He knows what you are doing...
And so do I.
Copyright 2003 by Andrew T. Durham
Obsession is taken away
This thing you carry,
Masked in a smile
And ulterior motives.
We all find out eventually,
All of us.
Beware the beginning of wisdom, my friend,
- The fear (respect) of God -
For He knows your heart,
Even if you have none.
He knows what you are doing...
And so do I.
Copyright 2003 by Andrew T. Durham
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Snake Oil
Radiant,
The flowing tide of the pulsing sting,
Never any wonder
At all
About what is really in your head.
You are not what you seem,
Radiant,
But empty,
Radiant,
But empty...
Cornered,
As it were,
By whatever happened,
Not able to withstand
The break you spoke of
That never happened...
The breaking point,
Never is really crossed,
Which is the torture
Of your insanity,
Radiant,
But empty...
The glorification
Of your empty heart
Rings hollow
In the hallways of mind noise,
Radiant,
But empty...
You are not what you seem,
Radiant,
But empty,
Radiant,
But empty...
Thievery,
Heart destroyed,
False prophet,
False profit,
Yet that's all you seek,
Radiant,
But empty...
Radiant,
But empty.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
The flowing tide of the pulsing sting,
Never any wonder
At all
About what is really in your head.
You are not what you seem,
Radiant,
But empty,
Radiant,
But empty...
Cornered,
As it were,
By whatever happened,
Not able to withstand
The break you spoke of
That never happened...
The breaking point,
Never is really crossed,
Which is the torture
Of your insanity,
Radiant,
But empty...
The glorification
Of your empty heart
Rings hollow
In the hallways of mind noise,
Radiant,
But empty...
You are not what you seem,
Radiant,
But empty,
Radiant,
But empty...
Thievery,
Heart destroyed,
False prophet,
False profit,
Yet that's all you seek,
Radiant,
But empty...
Radiant,
But empty.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Quoting Yourself
I was thinking most of my life that quoting yourself was the height of arrogance. But last night a young male nurse started a conversation with me and it turned to my writing. And I found myself actually thinking about what quote I would want to be remembered for. The one on my blogsite is one.
But the other one is: Quite literally, the beginning of wisdom is not giving a damn.
Think about that.
(NOTE: The true beginning of wisdom is the fear (respect) of God. And when you strip everything from all of your expectations - in effect, not caring - you see things as they actually are. As, we would imagine, God sees them. However, He sees things with the eyes of righteousness, not the minimal longings of men.)
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
But the other one is: Quite literally, the beginning of wisdom is not giving a damn.
Think about that.
(NOTE: The true beginning of wisdom is the fear (respect) of God. And when you strip everything from all of your expectations - in effect, not caring - you see things as they actually are. As, we would imagine, God sees them. However, He sees things with the eyes of righteousness, not the minimal longings of men.)
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
I Guess
I imagine that I have some understanding of what I speak of.
But, then, maybe I don't.
When things come to me in the morning,
As they do to Jonathan,
It brings us down,
Because we don't dare recognize
That our souls are attached.
Say what you will.
There is no lie.
We are one.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
But, then, maybe I don't.
When things come to me in the morning,
As they do to Jonathan,
It brings us down,
Because we don't dare recognize
That our souls are attached.
Say what you will.
There is no lie.
We are one.
Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham
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