God Is Love, Love is God(Big Red Machine)

What is it about love, True True love, That just brings Tears, That Purge forth The pain we stuff down under Our skin and heart.But Not just Girl boy love, But true Selfless Love, Love That Will give all of itself, Selflessly For Someone, just to see them thru,
Love that will Lay Right Down there With you, that knows You Faults, That knows what your going thru, but just doesnt care. They Stay there with you, That doesnt care About the shirts you wear, the car you drive, The friends You Hang with.

Its all about love man, Love That doesnt Judge, Doesnt Condemn, Doesnt Hate, Doesnt Scream Damnation. Because what the Shit, Has that every done for anyone, How do you ever expect to change a life, To save a life, With hate and judgement. When Jesus died on the cross, was he screaming how much he hated Doing this, how we werent worth it, How he knew some of us would Never accept what he did. He knew this,But He Did not Hang there with hate,he Still..He still Died With Love, And joy, And your face, my face in his heart, Knowing the worst was yet to come but the for Love he died.

Why do people Feel they have to judge the world, When the very one who saved it, Didnt Hate the same world that was killing him, With Whips, Denial, Nails, Hate. You Cant, you wont Change anyone, By hateing them, By Telling them There to far gone.Just being there, Just Happy to be with them. You dont even have to speak, Just Let your actions speak of your Love, Fancy words wont Turn the world, And each man Is his own world. But God Keeps The world Spinning,And if God is love, Is it not safe to say, that Love keeps everymans World Spinning? If were to be like him, Should we not Breath Unconditional love?

Dont Pretend to help someone, But talk behind them about how much it disgust you, How much You hate it, How you can stand to be near it, Is all we've learned So soft, To not suffer, Is all i am To gone, All ive lived For me? i cant fill out enough paragraphs To make You understand, To make myself understand. Love is a friend, Love is God, not the Love that people throw around Like a dirty Sack in the wind, Love That Will Stick Thru till the end, That will hold on to you, When the Hurrican Is pulling you away. That will pull you up from The sinking Hole, that you yourself may have dug. Love is Tears That are Shed,Not for your own pain, But for the pain Of others, You would take their Pain if you only had the ability. To Sit with Their diseise, To make them feel less alone, Love is A dog, Who is always happy to see you,

i honestly believe tears are the first sign, The first early Sign. That Change Is on the way, Water flowing from The cracks of Our walls. That We can Change and learn, Grow To become, What We were made For. It starts With rain, That comes crashing From the mountian, Slowly and painfully carved Thru the thick dirt, slowly widening, But gaining speed with every passing minute, For every Bit it destroys, It Gives way for whole new life to begin, To give provision to Those who Thirst.

Love Is the trump card, to the game of life. Love is a dog Who is always happy to see you, Who lays right next down To you, and just knows your day sucks, That you've Messed up, But Just loves you anyways, Is just happy to share his couch with you, Who Loves you even when you yell at him for something he didnt do, Love's you even when He knows your leading him To his death

-In memory Of oden,
In memory Of Mac.
R.I.P

-ian Silver

im not hip, im not scene, im not thug, Im not even normal for pete's sake

Strange. i was asked at work, Since at your school you wear uniforms, how do you express that your you, you know, punk? or not punk but.. coffee house kid?

This question Kinda Put me at a loss for words, How do i let people know who i am? Do clothes Really make that much of an impact on how people perceive me? Do i require a tee shirt that says, my hobbies My passions and fears To let people know who i am? i really started thinking, do people just know who i am by what i dress, how i wear my hair? or lack of wear.

What exactly shapes Me?, What Builds Up Who i am To someone else? Where is my Stamp, My Signant Ring. When i sit in class, what is someones thoughts about me, who has never actually talk me. i know your not supposed to be weighed down with what people think about you, But its just a thought im having,

If i were naked, Would you only see me for my nakedness, or would you hear the words im speaking, the Melodies im Sharing? i love just hearing a song, or listning to a voice, and just imagine to myself, What that individual person looks like, is his voice reflective of his voice and words?, When a Person Performs Do we only see what guitar amp and Clothes he's wearing, Or do we enjoy what he's brought to the table, if the president were to give a speach in his Pj's We would think it was of little importance, Surely if he had something important to say who would dress himself nicely for my eyes to take pleasure in, Not the importance of his message.'

In writing this i think of an interview The late John Lennon did, He arrived at the interview, Under a thick white blanket, and he stayed under that blanket for the remainder of his interview, That just makes me respect him so much more, He was there to share his opinions, Not to be the Viewing spectacal for the world, If you just want a model to see, Take a picture, Dont come to listen If you just want to see.

Back to it all, i dont really know how i present myself, Or how i express my individuality. And to tell you the truth, i dont think it matters one bit, how you express yourself on your appearence. Yes i wear clothes i like, Yes i will continue to not do my hair; But Thats not who i am, thats how i choose to conceal myself, To stay warm. Who you are is what you do, How you Think,What Makes you smile?, What you have to say, What Songs you sing, How you choose to spend your time What you leave this world with once your gone, Not even Dead, just gone away.

A foot print Is a fossil Before the test, Will your mark stand the test of time? You are exactly who you want to be, Who you want to be Is So much more then Physical, Was albert Einstein Only the man with crazy hair? No, Absolutly not, he was the genius who changed so much we thought to be Confirmed, To actually be Plausible. Dont worry so much about What you look like, But what you ACT like, Dont worry about how you act as in your scared, But be you. Thats more of a statement Then any Stupid Shoes or hairstyle could ever Stamp on you.

rant rant rant.

-i am who i will be, i will be the best of what i was, The least of which i wasnt

-ian S

Ive Realized just how much music means to me

so, where to begin this monologe.
Well for starters, i spent my weekend up in Bartlesville. Was asked to play guitar for the worship band up there, i think i did pretty good. People were impressed, i had an inward smile. i learned this world isnt as small as i thought, but its getting Smaller all the time. i saw my cousin i hadnt seen in a long time. Didnt eat more then naked juice, for a whole day.

there were some kids at the church, people who by our standards in genrall, who would be kids we all agree are weird, and wold avoid like the plague.But the leaders at the church, were just so nice, Made these kids feel like a million bucks, Like Someone actually wanted to hear their two cents. Even if it was a pointless story about school. i think that goes a long way, to talk or show Gods love for us, How if we are to be like him, we need to spread that love. Not everyone thinks one way, So dont force them to, Were all dif, well were not. But we should be, So what if you think Alot different, then Everyone Else, People see Stars In the sky, you Black fabric with holes, Covering a white Background
side note.

ive Learned, i love music more then the average Person, i couldnt even begin to imagine my life without it, Not just playing it, but dont get me wrong, i am the most passionate about playing over most anything, But music in genral, It colors my whole day. my whole life, Every Toe tap, Every Hum, Every Breeze carries a melody yet to picked up anew and shared with each generation, "The Wind Crys Mary" Each Breeze, Every whisper of air thru the leaves, Is a new song, Harmony waiting to be weaved, To carry along the hearts, Hopes, Tears and Fears of People, What will The wind cry,once it passes thru My way.

So some people read This, i havent decided if i like or dis like this, so my thoughts arent just in outer space, but are in other peoples minds, which is The goal of everyone, To have Your opinions and thoughts reverberated thru the minds of others, ha na not really, People can get a good look in meh head, Thats prob not good, But who cares, Dif isnt bad. Thank you for giving me some of your precious non refundable time, to share some thoughts with me

Stadium Lo-Fi
-ian S.

Do you ever wonder if your body type, Is reflective of your Personality

No happy Thursday Post from me, i cant say it was great, i wont say i loved it. But i came To realize a few things On that odd day That stars with thurs, i Finally realize why its called THURSday, your Thursty for the weekend, a break from the routine, the humdrum of everyday life, You get to put up your umbrella to protect yourself from the acid filled rain,called your weekday.
Do you ever wonder If your body type fits Your personality?, i was told mine does. i dont know. but that sounds bad. Small and thin.....

On a side note, i used to be so sad i was never As quickly Liked as other people, But i read that i at least, Bring a little peace, in my overcrowded, Loud music, Odd Smelling car, this is enough for me, for now. If i can somehow help bring a little Joy, or peace, or Relief From some sucky situations, Then ill gladly feel like an outsider if i can just help someone else, give someone else a smile.

i never want it to be said, i brought people down. Only smiles, If it only has to be uncomfortable smiles, at the akwardness i might create, So be it. So its funny to say the best part of my saterday Was Ihop, for sure. It is also safe to say that I can now drive thru a hurricane, Seeing as i can Surrvive Four crazy Hooligans Going crazy in my backseat, getting kicked in my head
This aint like meh other Writings But oh well.

"Im in the middle of your picture, Lying in the Reeds"

-Ian S

i wrote this whole thing out in a british accent on accident.

Any movie, that can evoke the Emotions, Not to mention a passion out'uv you, Is a great movie if you ask me. It makes me think that maybe ive got to much, to many smiles, If thats how ruff'E had it, Well maybe there's some of the magic? In order to succeed in the end, Do you have to suffer in the begining. One thing i know for sure tho, ive seen how hard he practiced, im not so sure how acurate that is, But im gonna do it, ill never be quite as cocky as he, But im gonna do it, Just you wait and see.

He was Inspired By elvis, Now im inspired by him. im not sure what the world wants, Or how to get there. The more i think about it, the less likely it seems, So ill just stop thinking and do it

All the greats seemed to have a cocky spirit about them, Like im gonna do this you just wait and see. You'll be beggin me for a handout. They slept with their guitars, Should do it as well. i dont mean to sound like The guy who only wants to play music for money, cause thats not me at all. But i do want to make a livin out of it.

hmm

Yesterday is forever and non existent at the same time

so ive noticed that, This year has already arrived and is passing me by, quickly, maybe to quick. In the moment, it seems to crawl. But when i look back, so much has already come and gone, and each and every moment feels like Just yesterday, Which is an eternity.
Yesterday is Forever. But non-exstistent at the same time.

i want to Grow up and get out so quickly, But at the same time i dont want to, only a very little part of me doesnt want to,Its a big world, And im not even a big fish in a little pond, Im not even the fish in the pond, Im the Sitting outside the pond, looking in. And it seems im not taken se iously anywhere i go, im always little ian, The kid who's hair you rub your hands thru, Yes im young, But im no child. i guess, An important or big reason i want to grow up or Get out of My house,On my Own. Is to prove im not just a kid, That My dreams arn't Just the fanciful Daydreams that every kid has, i want to be the one of twenty Who make their dreams a reality,

i refuse to be one of those Kids,Who grow Up to be Living in there fourtys still Expecting Things to happen, When there Not living in a dream, But in a lie. i wanna grow old, look back and say, wow. Life was lived. i want to someday inspire people. i dont want to appear vain, but i want to show the world, What a kid who sits in the back of the class, doodling and daydreaming can do.

im gonna give this sick society, a swift sucker Punch to the goNads

Neither shaped, Nor Formed, Made Or Re-designed, But Created

ive noticed, as much as i profess to be my own individual, i take into note, how the people i admire act, and i try to base my decisions, my outward, not appearence, but outward atitude i guess would be more proper, Not that i do it often, or not that i really do it at all, but i constantly find myself wondering,considering; Would they be louder? Would they go say hi, Would He Play this solo like this or like that. It makes me wonder how many people are truely themselves, and it also makes me love the people who without a doubt Are who they Are. i read today something very, wise." What would the world be like if none of us had ever met,"

What if no one, Ever met anyone. i know thats a vague and open thought, but what if we were all, Truely our own person, we didnt mold our actions to be like someone, because we never truely knew someone, we would be the color wheels of life, inspiration and admiration are two great things, But lets not Change out our mirrors, For Portraits and paintings.

Let no one make you, Or shape you. We should strive to be the Rain in the dessert, that refreshes Everything,everyone,In the dessert, with its change of pace, its refreshingly newness qualities. Be the rain,

This will Surely stop for me, i will be my own, I shall Be the putty for none but the one who's hands have made me.

ive Slowly realized something, i really dont want (input names here) to start driving, because it means i wont have to drive them anywhere, so i wont get to hang out with them, and they are for sure the coolest people i know, sounds weird i know, but i really like hanging out with them, even if im totally dif then them, or they think im weird, sad days...

i will.. I wont!

i , dont want to be out done on every corner, it seems the soonest second i get my confidence back, the world shoves something else in my face that says, "look, how could you even think, you could be somebody, more then just another car in the traffic clogged highway of life, a one way street where all drive to the death of themselves, To Simply live a life of taking, and losing, selling and hoarding, Wake up, eat your breakfast, Go to your job, come home, say hi to the wife, Hit snooze, then repeat"

i will NOT have a life such as this, i refuse REGARDLESS of how i might view myself or my ability, No one's gonna carry you to the top, We have to take the Steps Ourselves. You have to be the first one to Say i think i can, Before the ball really starts rolling,

i refuse to be an echo, i will be a voice.

woa man, my breath just whoosed

man, im about as confused as can be, i thought i was so sure what i wanted but, ha now im not at all. am i selfish? Yes.. Do i want to be? no.. but yet i find myself in this pit anyways. i never meant to hurt ANYONE i never wanted that. i just idk, im a dude i dont really know what i want when it comes to girls, i want to be able to be friends with them, But i dont want anyone else to be MORE then friends with them, if i cant have then no one can haha sorta thing, i just. woa, stunning man.. if i could change it i would, or would i? i just really dont honestly know what i want, i want the mint chocolate chip, But i still want to go to the icecream store and look, is that wrong? YES, yes it is but ha, im working on getting rid of that nasty train of thought. so dont shoot, call off the charge,

i profess to be neither king or prince, Smart or charming, Handsome or sweet.
All i know for sure is
i play music
i read books
i write stuff
i have messy room
i mean no one harm
i dont like meat
i dont like milk
i like green's
like oranges
i like brown
i like Red
and i love aged olympic white strats pre cbs

Nerves like Noodles, Served with a peanut and soy sauce

i dont know why i can be as unsure as a man at the alter, for first time. mostly i just have a big bowl of confidence soup, and splash it on the ground, and dont even let my feet touch the puddle, but i just think ill never actually get noticed or appreciated as more then the weird lil kid. im not even that young. It seems i cant do enough, But at the same time i actually am, If i move to a different then usual lunch table, and next thing i know, my nice quiet table that i hoped would be genrally empty, Is soon filled with the people who Moved from the old table.

i dont really know what im saying here, just ranting. all i have to say is, or basically, Girls are scary, The serve up a big heaping plate of asian style nerves, dressed as noodles, Hmm i hope people dont actually think im rude or mean, i can just come off that way sometimes, mostly because im thinking of something entirely off subject, So to those i apologize