Moving On

So tired of taking a backseat,

I'm drawing a line in the sand.

If you want to replace me,

If I'm already gone,

Then it's time for me to start moving on.

You were the drug in my blood

Keeping this pain away.

Well let me tell you honey,

Withdrawal is an awful thing.

But I'm going to the meetings,

And i'm seeking some help

To get me through my addiction to you.

And I'm

So tired of taking a backseat,

I'm drawing a line in the sand.
If you want to replace me,
If I'm already gone,
Then it's time for me to start moving on.

But I've been treading water so long,
I've forgotten how to swim.
And let me tell you honey,
Drowning is an awful thing.
But the lifeguards are on their way,
And I'm so close to shore.
I'll get through this ocean of you.

Don't get the wrong idea,

You'll always be my friend.

But as long as I'm the last in line,

Then this sorrow has to end.

I'll always be there for you,

like a bandage for your sprain,

But as long as I'm the last in line,

I need to end this pain.

So tired of taking a backseat,

I'm drawing a line in the sand.

If you want to replace me,

If I'm already gone,

Then it's time for me to start moving on.

I realize it has been a while

A big hello to all of those who still read this (a staggering none of you.) my apologies for spending so much time away. The truth is, I am usually not one who puts my feelings and my experiences out for all to see. I am trying once again though.

Life as of late has been turned upside down for me, but in a good way (only the people who know what has been going on recently can understand.) Never before have I had so much fun with life, even though it seems incredibly average to onlookers. I have met new friends that I will never forget, old enemies seem to be laying low, and the slew of patriots have finally stopped persecuting me on my political beliefs (see earlier blogs for more info.)

And yet at the same time, there is this feeling, this twinge in my gut, telling me not to get too comfortable. This seems to happen during times like these, and only I truly know the reason.

On a completely different note, has anyone ever gotten writers block? I mean, I know that people have, but how about you people that want to make a living off of it? Isn't it terrible? As an amateur songwriter, writers block for me is like a broken hand for a sculptor. It is horrible! Currently trying to fight it with a song I am writing called Lunar Love, but the block is hitting me fairly hard, and I cannot get past the first verse.

Well, my brothers and sisters, that is all I am ready to say. Maybe if the events in my life were to shift, My next blog will tell you about it

Your Brother,
Jeremiah

Another blog that probably nobody is going to read.

Hey everyone.

I know I promised that my next blog entry would be more pleasant, but it seems I only have the inspiration to write when I am in a not good mood. This is going to take a slightly more political approach than a religious one, but that's how it's going right now.

I was sitting in the living room eating dinner, and dad was watching the news. This bit came on about health care for "illegal" immigrants, and my dad was going on about how no "illegal" immigrants should have health care. I responded with "no we shouldn't. If you ask any one of the indians if we came over with permission, chances are, they would say no" My dad came back with (and i quote) "now you're just being an asshole" and my mom said "you are always going on about that Jeremy" I am fine that my mom said that I use that point all the time, because immigration is a soft spot with my dad, and he always uses the same points on that. I get that. But was there really any reason to call me an asshole? I try to respect peoples beliefs, even if they don't match with my own, and I ask that at least my parents do the same. True my anti-patriotism may be stand-offish for some people, but even though people may be patriotic, it is their belief and I will respect that, although I must say I will NOT listen to country music!

Ending this blog on a happy note, I made 73 chocolate chip cookies, and they are delicious!!!!

Your brother,
Jeremy

Hey everyone! It's rant time!

Before I even get to my rant, please know that I am not trying to set myself above the crowd. To tell the truth, I am probably worse of a person than those that I am talking about. So just know that this is a rant that has been milling around in my head for a while, the words burning in my mind until I have no choice but to let them out.

People have asked me before if I am a patriotic man, and the answer I give them is not one that they like. I am still called a terrorist and am told to move out of this country. I am soooo tired of this nation. Those who call themselves Christian (note: I am not talking about every Christian) seem to be committing crimes that even those in maximum security frown on, and they are called heroes!!!!! If you cannot tell yet, this part of my rant is on war. It is true that the bible says "greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." I am not saying that there was never such a quote. What irritates me is that there are those out there who use that quote to support war. To me it seems that these modern-day crusaders, those who kill dozens, are marked as heroes, while those who did the same for their religion are called terrorists! I am not condoning suicide bombings or airplane-jackings, but PLEASE! Can we not just end the violence with one occurance? Can we not turn the other cheek?

Branching off to a completely different topic (although if you knew my train of thought, it might not seem so random) I am so tired of being looked down on for those that I hang out with!! It is true, I get along much better with non-christians than I do with Christians, and I have no problem with saying that! I know most of my Christian friends are OK with that, but there are those who will look down on you if you hang out with the "wrong" crowd. Once again PLEASE! My friends are the truest you will ever meet. They are no threat to my beliefs, and in a way have made my beliefs stronger than before. Besides, to those who will not accept MY reasoning, which crowd was Jesus with more? was it the Pharisees and the teachers of the law, or was it with the prostitutes and tax collectors? I am not saying that this is the reason I hang out with who I do. I hang out with who I hang out with because I like them. It seems, though, that there are people who do not understand this. They are as bad as high-school kids teasing a jock for hanging out with an emo!

Thank you all for bearing with me during this rant. I promise my next entry will be more pleasant.

Your brother in Christ,
Jeremy

P.S RANDOM ROCKED OUT VERSION OF "CAROL OF THE BELLS!!!" WAY TO GO AUGUST BURNS RED!

Why?

I have been thinking for a bit (I know very dangerous thing to be doing) and something came to me. why is it that of everyone i know, the Christians are the ones that hold the grudges while the non-christians forgive and move on? I admit that I am also talking about myself, seeing that I am having a hard time with trust issues. Christ calls us to love one another, and the Lord's Prayer specifically says "forgive us our sins, AS WE FORGIVE THOSE WHO SIN AGAINST US!" (emphasis added by me.) ... I don't know guys. I'm looking around at all of my non-christian friends, and I see that, no matter what happens, they are able to forgive each other. To tell the truth, I'm trying to take a page out of their book and become more forgiving and trusting. The reason I am writing this in the first place is that we, as Christians, are sent forth to be like Christ. to FORGIVE others when they sin. This is a national problem as well. The so-called "christian nation" is currently invading a "non-christian" nation because of something that happened 8 YEARS AGO!!!!!!! Is it not time to forgive and forget? I pray that we may all become more forgiving and loving, so that we as Christians will be able to show the love Jesus Christ showed us. Remember that we are called to light the way for non-believers, so that they may believe in the savior of the human race.

Your brother,
Jeremy