Liars, go to Hell.

We lie to heal.

we only destroy

We lie to justify.

we only imprison

We lie to comfort.

we only generate pain

We lie to receive grace.

we only build contempt

We lie to be better.

we are much worse off

I lie. I lied.

I have destroyed so much.
Never again.

4/11/2012

Under Our Tree

9/29/08
Revised: 4/6/11
...
My friend says wait here
So I lie on the ground
Waiting for her, I hear not a sound

I wait just a while
Lying under our tree
The autumn leaves fall and gently blanket me

Now more time has passed
I jump up with a shiver
I'm surrounded by ice that had once been a river

I skate for miles
And yet see no end
I fear that I've forever lost my best friend

Hotter and hotter
The gray clouds disappear
Spring has sprung, but not with it's cheer

Now the ice is melting
I'm beginning to drown
The waves rush over me as I quickly sink down

There isn't much hope left
And I begin to choke
Just then the dream ends and I suddenly awoke

Back with my friend
Lying under our tree
I want no more dreams, this is where I should be
...

Love,
Jared

Your Secret

Another poem I wrote back in Dec. '08. Let me know what you think.

Knock at the door
the sound echoes out
Stomp on the floor
hear it bounce about

Please whisper in my ear
I will keep it, do not doubt


Roar of the cars
the streets never sleep
The clubs and bars
out of them they seep

With the noise all around
still your secrets I would keep

Love,
Jared

Sadness and Joy

As we walk along our paths,
They keep their eyes in the ground
Completely ignoring the treasure I've found

Their loss
My gain
Their loss

1 Corinthians 1:18

Love,
Jared

Just the Way

I wrote this back in August '08:

Just the way you look;
the way you look at me.

Just the way you feel;
the way you feel against me.

Just the way you laugh;
the way you laugh with me.

Just the way you are;
you are with me.

Love,
Jared

I Got Sunshine on a Cloudy Day...

I'm on a break at Starbucks right now.

Ouch, my stomach hurts.

I'm most likely going to the beach tomorrow(like everyone else) with my sweetheart.

It's really nice outside tonight.

Did I mention my stomach hurting?


I need to go back to work.

Love,
Jared

Writings, Q&A and Love

Dear readers, (and not like the palm readers but more like the people who read this blog page)
I know I'm odd; I'm sorry. So, what's been up?

Hi.
Finding the right words will always be a struggle for me. It hinders my every day verbal life. To write or type my thoughts out is usually an insanely difficult task. I tend to spend most of my time thinking through what I want to convey before actually writing anything down. This, in turn, accounts for several lost and erratic thoughts strewn all over the page. THEN we come to the editing stage...

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I have a hard time doing things like... well, this. Writing/blogging is such freedom for me. But only after I've finish the "task".
Now, don't think of this as an excuse for me to not update, it's not.
I'm not going to update on where I am/what's happening in my life right now. If you're reading this right now, chances are, you're close enough to me to already know more about me than I do. Make sense? Good, let's move on.

I'm now going to interview myself. Why not, right?
Q. So Jared, how did you get your start?
A. I was born.

Q. What are your three favorite non-musical sounds?
A. I have a hard time believing that any positive sound would be anything BUT musical. I know what you mean, though. I am you, after all.
Not in any particular order:
1. Burning wood
2. In the shower, close your eyes, plug your ears, let the water hit the top of your head. Also works with rain.
3. Two crystal glasses clinking.

Q. What is one material object you always want to purchase, but don't?
A. I'll give you two: Mac products and clothes.

Q. Would you rather meet Jimmy Stuart or Cary Grant?
A. Why would I ask myself such a hard question?! ...Jimmy Stuart.

Q. What's your favorite holiday?
A. Christmas.

I'm done for now.

Love,
Jared