The lining is silver, But the core is Gold

Its been a little while since i've posted anything, so i thought ide take these few moments i have and write out a little tid bit,
So this thanksgiving break has been a strange one as breaks have gone, had a friend i dont see often over, we didnt much of anything, Go figure. People came over, Most of which i didnt know, So i played the recluse. They made oreo balls, i wrote stuff.My new book i ordered Finally came in, Great book By a write i hope someday gets all she should Deserve.

I spent the first four hours of Black friday, at the mall. Not because i wanted to snag a deal, Or push an angry mom out of the way, while i grab a nifty nack, or a tacky Nick. Rather, i just enjoy the company of the people i went with, We all know each other pretty well, so there's no akwardness(well as much as i naturally produce but thats normal) So we can really do whatever or say whatever without wonder if they think were to stupid to hang out with, Fun times. Glad i got to hang with those long last boys.

"You try your best but you dont succeed" This is true, You try so hard to get what hope you need, But its really what you want, Then it seems that what you need, Seems To make itself clear to you, You look for the sun, But all you get is clouds, When thats really all you need to Give your sun Reddend Skin a break. i still know what i want to do, But i found a new or different approach, The one ive always truely wanted, But i never thought it would be achievable.
The lining is silver, But the core is gold

Wood Wicker,And tea, Insomniatic Dreams
-Ian S

Act I & II

The wolves

Someday what ive done for you
Will Ring Loud and clear
When you hear the howl
You’ll Remember my Pain

With the wild Wolves around you

Forget not what you’ve done
But remember and rejoice in
A second Chance.

In the Morning ill Call you

Find Comfort In what you’ve accomplished
You See what’s been saved, and what
Might have been Lost

Don’t bother me
Let me sleep

no title for you, i wish it was a secret

its 12:26, i should probably be sleeping, but that there is a task ive found to be harder and harder lately. So its been an interesting past few days, Cant say they've been great by my standards, Sunday was deffinatly a high ranker, A Play, Some scones, A movie, Slurpin soup, read a book, Then it went down hill.

im normally not an outwardly emotional guy, Not that im proud or not proud of that fact, But thats just how it is, or how ive let it comforably be, i feel no need to digress the reason for the only emotional outbreak ive had in a long while, i hate it. makes me feel weaker, But its like looking in a mirror, and you really see how you feel, and sometimes its that relazation that can just push you over, or is it despair, That just Pushes You smack dab over the walls, That you wish people would just stay the heck away from.
-Where is the love you so easily profess, You said it was the cross i should be going to. You found the reason for my pain, you just hung your head, said it was the door that i needed to be going thru.

Today, Today was i believe an ok day, Not great. The weather was beautiful, Soft quiet reflectful Clouds Rebounded one's thoughts right back into you, So the creativity that leaks thru ones ears, Come back with a resounding "ah ha" and create themselves anew. It was a day for tea, and movies, Guitar And Chill.
The local guitarist i greatly admire, Actually seemed excited to see me, Ha just a nice feeling, Asking me about my passion and what not.

-well i just finished the movie scott pilgrim for third time, Always will love that movie, i hope i have a ramona out there somewhere

Wanting collard and rimmed sleeved shirts,
awake for who knows how long.

-ian

i guess nothing is secret now, Guess i should have known

A Ring, Some Steak, A Life, One Flesh

This weekend, My family and i drove up to amerillo Texas. The drive wasnt to bad, Ipod was played, Scenery was Saw. Arrived at our hotel, Only to be swamped by fanciness. The rehersal dinner was deffinaltly a strange Thing to behold, We, or i stuck out like a sore thumb, i was missing my boots, cowboy hat, and Plaid button down shirt.

Ive never Been to a wedding before, Well not were i was old enough to remember. i didnt know what to expect, i wasnt sure if tears were to be shed, or if it was a somber or joyous occasion. It was a little of both, Handing off your daughter, Letting her create her own legacy. Seeing the Next generation step up to take To the reigns to your world.

To many it was simply another boaring wedding, but to me it was all sort of a surreal shock. It seems like just yesterday her and all my other cousins were at my grandmas house playing, and throwing grapefruits at each othe r, i blink and suddenly she was saying, "I do" She's married now, And someday not far off, She'll have kids playing at her house, And Her grandkids will get married, and she'll be watching them walk down the isle.

Makes me began to wonder, How soon will it be till its my turn to stand upon the Stage, and Say my expected dues.Not that im eager or not eager. But its a scary wonderful thought, How long Till im my own legacy to have carried on. Two lifes become one, Great or terrible, Gift or curse, Chain or plane.

i know these thoughts are no more my own, then the air we share. But It just seems the cycle continues without pause or care. Not that its a bad thing, But how quick and fleeting life really is, Your a child, Full of hope and aspirations, Then a teen, Full of dreams, and fears, Then an adult, Full of Care's and Bills, Then a Middle man, Full of Anxiety and debt, Then a senior, Full of dissapointment or Fullfilment.

i dont want to fall into that cycle, life's way to short to live with regrets, to many people die with dreams, Life is meant to be lived, in this day and age we have the ability to do so much more then just simply exist, We get to Live,

A country house, a liar and a louse live there
-Ian S

Your everyone's hero, Somone's your hero, We live in a world of potential hero's

i have so many words, But not the eloquence To make you listen. i have so many words, But not the experiance for you to heed, i offer Simplicity in the easiest form, but you prefer to jump thru hoops.
Today i did a presentation on what i believe america to be, And it was none to happy for the most part. Not that i believe America to be an evil and corrupt nation, But That everyman is looking after only one person, Himself. If we as a nation could just figure it out that its really not about us, Its about them, The masses. Only after thinking about this for a good while, Do i begin to understand something, If your giving of yourself, Your loving with the love that flows thru your veins, And if karma,Soeing and reaping are true, Someone is giving of themselves to help and care for you, Your somebodys hero, And Somebodys your hero, We are all in essence, Saving each other, The Tree saves the squirell by giving it acorns, The Squirell saves the tree by planting some of those acorns, Its a big circle, the sooner we see, and acknowledge those rules, The sooner we can leave the hate and selfishness behind, Everyperson Ticks for something, Find that and Help that Tick grow louder.
-Not sure
Ian

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