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So, summer is slowly drawing to a close. As I did last year, I like to write about what has happened to me personally during this summer. I was struck with the idea that there are certain songs that I listen to that were describing me and my attitude towards everything during certain highlights (and lowlights) of the summer. So enjoy listening to this interactive and retrospective 3 month journey. All lyrics are provided. And it will be quite obvious to you by the end, what musician I really like.

It begins at the very end of the school year, when I received some absolutely crushing news.

I can still see the light/at the end of the tunnel shine/through the dark times/even when I lose my mind

But it feels like no one/in the world is listening/and I can’t ever seem/to make the right decisions

I walk around in the same haze/I’m still caught in my same ways/I’m losing time in these strange days/but somehow I always know/the right things to say

I don’t know what time it is/or who’s the one to blame for this/Do I believe what I can’t see/And how do you know/which way the wind blows

Cause I can feel it all around/I’m lost between the sound/And just when I think/I know, there she goes

[Chorus]
Goodbye for now/Goodbye for now/So long

Goodbye for now (I’m not the type to say I told you so)/Goodbye for now/So long (I think the hardest part of holding on is letting it go)

When will we sing/A new song/A new song

We’re still smilin’ as the day goes by/and how come nobody/ever knows the reasons why/Bury you deep so far/you can’t see

If you’re like me/who wears a broken/heart on your sleeve

Pains and struggles that/you know so well/Either time don’t/It can’t or it just won’t tell

I’m not the type to say/I told you so/I think the hardest part/of holding on is letting it go

I don’t know what time it is/or who’s the one to blame for this/Do I believe what I can’t see/And how do you know/which way the wind blows

Cause I can feel it all around/I’m lost between the sound/And just when I think I know/there she goes

Goodbye for now/Goodbye for now/So long

Goodbye for now (I’m not the type to say I told you so)/Goodbye for now/So long (I think the hardest part of holding on is letting it go)

[Repeat]
When will we sing/A new song/A new song

And you can sing until/there’s no song left (song left)/And I can scream until/the world goes deaf (goes deaf)

For every other word/left unsaid you should/have took the time to/read the sign and/see what it meant

In some ways everybody/feels alone so if the/burden is mine then/I can carry my own

If joy really comes/in the morning time/then I’m gonna sit back/and wait until the/next sunrise…(fade)

Goodbye for now/Goodbye for now/So long

Goodbye for now (I’m no the type to say I told you so)/Goodbye for now/So long (I think the hardest part of holding on is letting it go)

[Repeat 3x]
When will we sing/A new song/A new song

When will we sing (When will we sing)/A new song/A new song

(Away)
[Repeat 3x]
(I runaway)

For a few days, this news saw me shaken and unsure of what to do. Literally, I was walking dead. Shocked and broken, I could barely exist. I looked forward to night, as sleep would bring me a comforting 8-10 hours of refuge from my pain.

This is a live version of “The Way Home”, a song by Neal Morse.

Running from a destiny I wasn’t sure was mine/I chose a life of obscurity and I left my dreams behind/I traded my ambitions for the safe and simple life/But lately I feel far away and inside I feel like

I Can’t find my way home/Can’t find my way home/And if I stay here too long now/I may never find that place where I feel like I belong/Can’t find my way home

Seeking out fulfillment in a tiny plastic jar/There isn’t much to go around when you don’t know who you are/And I know that I’m a child of God but He seems so far away/And it doesn’t seem to help me much when I kneel down to pray

Can’t find my way home/Can’t find my way home/And if I stay here too long now/I may never find that place where I feel like I belong/I know that when I find it I’ll have known it all along/I feel like a dark cold night that’s reaching for the dawn

Can’t find my way home/Show me the way home/Cause if I stay here too long now/I may never find that place where I feel like I belong/Show me the way home/Show me the way home/Lord show me the way home/I know somehow I’ll find that place where I feel like I belong/Show me the way home

My outlook lifted a bit, although I was still quite disturbed and quite afraid of the future.

It’s hard to have strength when there’s nothing to eat/And it’s hard to eat when you don’t have the teeth/And how, when you lose the one thing you love/There’s nothing below and there’s nothing above.

Well I’ve been going through changes/I’ve been going through changes/I’ve been going through changes/With nothing at all.

It’s hard to accept what you don’t understand/And it’s hard to launch without knowing how to land/And how, when it burns, you can’t change a thing/You can soften the blow, but you can’t stop the sting

And I’ve been going through changes/I’ve been going through changes/I’ve been going through changes/With nothing at all/With nothing at all/With nothing at all

Well I am still yours even if you’re not mine/I stare at the floor and I study the lines/I took my place in the back of the crowd/Baby I couldn’t see, but at least it was loud./At least it was loud.

And I’ve been going through changes/I’ve been going through changes/I’ve been going through changes/And I know that I needed changes/But not this, cause this is not painless/No, this is not painless

With nothing at all

I was still very much hanging in the balance. It was like walking a tightrope, easily slipping into despair at times, but putting on a brave face and “Chin up, chest out!” This song really describes that period and the final realization of my double face.

I’ve got to climb to the top/Never stop til I reach it/Til I feel that I’m good and that I’m in control/Of life and my thought/When I’m not I still preach it/Cause they’re all gonna see if I start to fall or lose control/I’m losing control of this

I’ve been balancing on suspended pianos/And trying to appear composed/It makes the loudest noise when they begin to crash/With eyes on me I force a laugh/You come to me and set me free

Cross my arms across my chest/This is not a gift I can accept/But I appreciate the sentiment/I worked too hard for righteousness/To just lay down while You hand me this/And put my faith in something You call grace/From You

I’ve been lost inside a cave without a lantern/At every sound I start to run/Feel my way around the dark without a pattern/If I would wait You’d come/To rescue me and show the way

Cross my arms across my chest/This is not a gift I can accept/But I appreciate the sentiment/I worked too hard for righteousness/To just lay down while You hand me this/And put my faith in something You call grace/From You

Son, you’re trying to earn/What is far beyond you/Son, you’re trying to earn/What is freely given Every time that you try to just reduce/This to a give and take/You spit in my face/And tell Me that this blood was shed in vain

After that, my outlook lifted. I took a hard look at how I was going through the motions of the day and life and decided to dismantle and repair, as this song goes. (Lyrics in the video)

I really recognized how God is my strength, my sword, and my shield. How life can change in the blink of an eye, or with a few words your world can be turned upside down.

Life like a razor can shave you clean/Or it cuts in a moment and leaves you to bleed/And in fear you have settled for what you have found/You’re safe, you’re comfortable, but you’re stuck on the ground

Fly high, fly straight through the open sky/Give up everything you have for what you could never buy/It’s time, if you seek you can’t help but find/What you give up you’ll gain, you will be lifted high

What is holding you, is holding you down/You might have to take off that rock-and-roll crown/But what you think is your identity is not really you/Let it go keep breaking till we break on through

And fly high, fly straight through the open sky/Give up everything you have for what you could never buy/It’s time, if you seek you can’t help but find/What you give up you’ll gain, Jesus will lift you high/Fly high

Fly high, fly straight through the open sky/Give up everything you know for what you could never buy/It’s time, if you seek you can’t help but find/And what you give up you’ll gain, Jesus will lift you high

Fly high, fly straight through the open sky/Give up everything that you have for what you could never buy/It’s time, if you seek you can’t help but find/Just give it all up and you’ll gain, Jesus will lift you high/Fly high/Fly high

MADE ALIVE AGAIN:

From a world that’s never ending/From a sky beyond the skies/A child is born/And love is made alive

Like a flaw that seeks perfection/With a will that will survive/A child is born/And love is made alive

WIND AT MY BACK

And you are the wind at my back/You give what I lack/You’re the jewel in my hand/You’re like rain, you’re like rain/You’re like rain now

And my soul has been kissed/Just because you exist/You’re the gold that is free/You’re the groom on one knee

You’re the wind at my back/You give what I lack/You’re the jewel in my hand/You’re like rain on dry land

You’re the focus the beam/You’re realities dream/You’re the blue in my black/You’re the wind at my back

You are the wind at my back/You give what I lack/You’re the jewel in my hand/You’re like rain on dry land

You’re the flow that I feel/The illusion so real/You’re the ocean the tide/You’re the door open wide

And my soul has been kissed/Just because you exist/You’re the gold that is free/You’re the groom on one knee

You’re the focus the beam/You’re realities dream/You’re the blue in my black/You’re the wind at my back

You’re the wish that I make/You’re the prize I might take/You’re the dream that’s a fact/You’re the wind at my back

You’re the flow that I feel/The illusion so real/You’re the ocean the tide/You’re the door open wide And my soul has been kissed/Just because you exist/You’re the blue in my black/You’re the wind at my back

As a 16 year old boy who is in the process of becoming a man, I believe that these previous 3 months  were a real trial sent by God. Through it, I believe I have become more focused on Him. I have realized that while certain things in this world are nice, they will never compare in equal amounts to the Almighty God in heaven. What I do, and I call all young men and women to do as well, is place my full trust in God alone, that He will shepherd me, as He has, and to focus on Him as the true source of light in the darkness that we face. Thank you for journeying with me. Thanks to the person who asked the question of “so, how’s ur summer been?” that got me started on this. Thanks to Mom and Dad; Mom especially helped me through those first troubled days. Dad for our “interesting” talk while standing a quarter mile out in the ocean.

Parer par haar Buir.

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Sun:Moon

Posted: May 11, 2011 in Deep Thoughts, Poetry
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This was a song that I wrote. I’ve got the whole melody in my head, and I sang it for the family once, and every time I sing it, it brings tears to my eyes at its sense of victory and justice.

Sun:Moon

Ringing out, a quiet shout,

We’re singing to the Sun.

And we know, from far below,

We’re dancing beneath the Moon.

Floating through, its fiery hue,

We’re singing to the Sun.

Flying towards, its burning core

We are inside the Sun.

The brilliance reflects, in the flares,

The flares swerve and bend,

And then it sends to us

A message,

From the moon.

Reflecting off the sunlight,

The moon casts a pale gaze,

We wonder and we tremble

For all of our days.

The white dust of the land,

Seeps slowly through my hand,

As I gaze, at the landscape,

of the moon.

He is the source of sunlight,

We must reflect His rays.

We’ll see Him and we’ll tremble

For all of our days…

As we know, from words you wrote,

We dance, beneath, the moon.

“General.”

Hasios stared at his men slowly gathering on the grassy plain below. They were congregating from three points, mainly by divisions. Archers, infantry and special units. He felt like a chess player about to unveil his master strategy to a novice.

“General.”

Standing atop this high hill, Hasios had never felt so free in his life. The breeze blew through his long, thick hair, and he raised his arms to his sides then let them drop. Gazing to the north at the far-off mountain range of Elikizm, he imagined being in the snows of the mountain known as Rek. Turning to the east where the elves of Nilar-Kepoto dwelled, he thought of walking through the forests. To the west where the dwarves of the high hills of Soahg plied their skills. All the time with Jilier.

Jilier.

Jilier! Hasios watched until he could look no more, then turned away as she fell. Jilier!

And finally to the southwest, where the self-proclaimed Baron Lord Olc waited with his army. But wait no more! Today was the day that Hasios struck back with a vengeful strike. No longer would Olc hide in the shadows, evading Hasios’ every attempt to bring him down! Today would be the day that—

“General!”

Interrupted from his reverie, Hasios turned to face Coron. “Yes?”

Jilier.

“The troops have all formed up. We’re just awaiting your orders.”

“Tell them…tell them to stay in the formation previously ordered. I will be there shortly.”

Coron saluted and went off to relay the order.

Jil—No! He would not let himself become distracted with wild thoughts! Hasios’ face buckled, tears coming to his eyes, only to let them go back to where they came from. Regaining his composure, he walked down to where his troops waited. Arriving at a stage, he slowly walked up the steps then turned to face his whole army.

“It doesn’t feel right to be standing up here with the rest of you down there. I am just a man, and I am no better than any of you. I’m just your leader.” So saying, Hasios leaped from the top of the stage (it wasn’t very high) and began walking amongst the fighters, talking as he went.

“When I began my campaign against Olc, I knew there were people who were disgruntled with him. Some thought taxes were too high, some wanted to keep the grain that they grew instead of having to give up half of it. Some just hated him because they could. I knew I would be able to put together a guerilla force of a hundred to two hundred men and make small strikes. Liberate a garrison here, free a farm there, all the while gathering more and more troops, until finally being vast enough to take down Olc.”

He stopped for a moment.

“But what I didn’t anticipate was the amount of sympathy I received from the people. From all over Old Cruinne people came, telling me of the cruel oppression from Olc and their desire for justice. And then the dragons came to me, explaining how they heard of Olc and his cruel ways and wanted to help in our fight for good. Then the elves came out from hiding and joined me, knowing it was the right thing to do, as did the centaurs.”

“Then last night I had some visitors. They were shorter than most, but they seemed like true warriors, fighters every one. They wished to join us in our fight. I immediately said yes. And if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m talking about the dwarves of the west.”

Silence. Then from the back, clapping. Then it was joined from the right, then the left, and soon the whole army was cheering their new allies. The dwarves walked out from their hiding place along with the elves and centaurs and took their stations. The dragons flapped overhead, their heavy wings sounding like many birds all flapping at once.

Hasios’ voice rang out.

“Thank you my friends. However, if you find that you cannot fight against Olc, you may stay behind. Are there any that wish to do so?”

No one moved. They had come this far. Why leave now when all they had worked for was at stake?

Hasios nodded, their grim task before them. “We march at dawn tomorrow. Be ready, all of you. This is not going to be easy. They outnumber us by many, and at last estimate, they had more than five hundred million troops ready for battle. However, with our troop strength of ten thousand, plus the one hundred thousand dwarf crusaders, fifty thousand elven archers and whirlers, we have less of a disadvantage. They outnumbered us fifty thousand to one. But we have shrunk that to three thousand one hundred and twenty-five to one!”

The task seemed impossible.

“I know that seemed like a lot of math.”

“But we also have the dragons.”

Breath came collectively out in a whoosh of air.

“We all have trained for this day. Strategies have been set. Reports have it that Olc’s troops are untrained except for his elite guard. He has not planned strategies as we have. That is our advantage. And we are also fighting for something else. Do you know what it is?”

The roar came like the ocean crashing on the shore.

“CRUINNE!”

Hasios, standing in front of them all, raised his arms for silence.

“And so it begins.”

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Feedback on the update is appreciated!

So long old theme. Thanks for all the fish. You were a good one.

Well dear readers, welcome to my new theme! It’s called Greyzed by The Forge Web Creations, and I must say I do enjoy it.

On the new title: I wanted to change the title, and I decided that I wanted something that expressed what the blog is about in a nutshell. In other words, my blog is about whatever is going on “At The Moment.”

Tagline: Changed that too, but the change is slight. If you think about it, you can notice the change.

Can you?

Change. Good, bad, or ugly. Depends.

I guess I changed my theme because I wanted to change the direction of my blog. And when direction changes, so does the scenery. You can’t not (double negative) notice the change of the scenery, or miss noticing the change of theme. Unless this is your first visit here.

So thus begins a whole new era for my blog. I hope it works well, not only to my satisfaction, but yours as well. Expect a few smaller additions as well, like a new About Me page. (“At The Moment” there is nothing up there now. I deleted the thing so I could think over what I wanted to say) And a page devoted to keeping all the Liberation of Cruinne stuff in one place.

Post a constructive criticism or comment to let me know what you think, subscribe to my blog, Like it above or below, follow me on Twitter, etc.

I am slowly starting to consider changing my theme here on WordPress for my blog. I’ve had this theme since the beginning of my blogging career, but I have slowly gotten tired of it. Maybe because I just randomly picked it because it looked good and I wanted to say something sarcastic that I thought was funny.

Anyway…

If you have followed me since the beginning, you’ve known that my writing has changed a lot since the start. I began writing The Chronology of Ainigriv, and thought I was a genius for coming up with a name that was “Virginia” spelled backwards.

I moved into football writing, trying to act like the sports columnists I didn’t read and had no idea how to write like. My favorite part is that the whole time I didn’t edit my posts very well and seplled vrey poroly.

I tried to get my audience (Mom and Dad) in on the action, then after 2 votes (great poll) came up with Discovery.

I previewed some baseball.

I recapped 3 weeks of The Amazing Race that no one really cared about. If you didn’t watch it, you didn’t watch it. What was I thinking pretending to now be an entertainment TV critic?

I finally finished my book and began posting.

I started The Commenting Page with this post.

Celebrated my birthday. I turn 15 in 6 days by the way. Hint.

I then reviewed Madden 2010. Speaking of which, I haven’t played that in a while…

Then I started a new blog. 360sportsjam. By the way, I probably will never post there again. Watch me eat my words in a year or so.

I also conducted a National Pie Day poll. Chocolate Cream Pie got the win.

And then one of my favorite posts of all time. This is where I believe I want to really take my blog to. A place of musing, philosophy, thoughts, jokes, and random stuff. I talked about Heroes.

A flurry of posts came in May. I first posted about running my first 5K and some tips about it. Posted a parody video of Sunday Morning worship services.

Then I released the announcement of The Liberation of Cruinne. Here is the first part.

Then I began Plinky. First Plinky Post.

Posted the second part of The Liberation of Cruinne.

Then I talked about my life in 10 years. This one got a lot of views and some comments.

I Hulked up.

And then my most recent one. This one was odd. I don’t know why I posted this. I was trying to go somewhere with it, trying to make it sound cool, or thought-provoking, but it never really came out the way I wanted it to sound. I posted it anyway.

So after all that….

What was the point? I wanted to show everyone where I have come from and how my blog has evolved over the years.

Now for where  it is going, I already said that. Scroll back on up.

Oh, by the way, Liberation of Cruinne Part 3 IS coming. I finished writing it and am editing now.

No longer posting Discovery. I will post the first few chapters though, for pleasure.  Still writing it however.

And with that I’m done for the night. Post a comment below, subscribe to my blog, Like it above or below, follow me on Twitter, etc.

Gimme some ideas for a new theme.

Writings And Other Musings 2.0 is coming soon. The answer is not 42. Look up.

The Liberation of Cruinne

Back and forth. Back and forth. Traveling the same steps over and over again. Through the camp. Into his tent. Around the table. Past the pillow and blanket serving as a mattress. Back out into the camp. Around the guards. Outside the furthest night patrol. And back into the camp. Around and around Hasios Politon went, too nervous to sleep. The army of Baron Lord Olc was massing just across the river to the southwest of his camp. Hasios was unsure of almost everything. How many fighters the enemy had, what types of fighters the enemy had, their placement, their strategy, and how they were going about their plans. Waiting for the latest information from his advance scouts could take a few hours, a few days, even a week. Unless…yes, there they were, flying in.

Hasios flew towards his incoming scouts, and then dismounted his gryphon just as his scouts were dismounting theirs. “1st Scouts! Report!”

“General! They well out number us. At least 50,000 to 1. There is no way we would ever defeat them.”

Hasios clapped him on the back. “Don’t worry. I have the situation well under control.”

He turned to his second-in-command, Lieutenant General Coron Farscope. “Coron, we must prepare for an attack in the morning.”

Coron shook his head. “General, that’s madness! Our losses would be staggering, and our army might even be completely destroyed. Have you-?”

“No, Coron, I have not gone insane. I simply have a few ideas and plans which I have not talked about even to you, Sidefuo, or anyone else. Now if you will excuse me, I have one plan to implement before the coming battle. Tell the troops to gather in the central circle at sunset tonight.”

“But you had that closed off—“

“It will be reopened by sunset. Now do what I tell you.

Coron, mouth agape, watched his commander walk off, head bowed. He shook his head to clear his senses, and turned to the lead scout. “Well, we might as well do what he says. Tell everyone to be ready.”

*

Hasios walked around, observing the preparations he had made. Excellent. Everything was in place and perfect. Seeing the confused troops all milling about the circle, with a few stragglers still coming in, he decided that it was time to spring his trap. He pulled the lever, lit the match, and watched as his work came into fruition. The torch went up, lighting another torch close by, which in turn lit another, and so on, until finally it split, went around the camp, encircled and finally came together. The flames rushed up the tall stake until they ignited a huge ball of grass, weeds, twigs, and other miscellaneous combustible items found in your local backyard.

Then it hit the explosives set inside the ball.

The troops gasped as rockets made their way into the sky, exploding and creating pictures, symbols, and most importantly

“Cruinne,” breathed Coron. He glanced at Hasios who had made his way next to him. “You got a map of Cruinne?”

“And the flag. And a picture of King Verne. I figured the troops needed to…remember. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

Hasios went up the stairs located near a conveniently located stage, and began to speak to his men.

“Friends, Cruinnians, countrymen—You know what? That one’s been used before.”

The troops laughed. Hasios smiled.

“We’ve been through this war together. We’ve lost many friends, myself included. Dariel, Gulan, Werv.”

He paused.

“Jilier.”

He moved on.

“But I’m sure they would not want us to stop now. They would want to continue fighting, to finish the enemy off! Why? Because we know we can! Because we will!”

Hasios let the fierce words settle on his men’s ears.

“Now if I still have your attention, I have some surprises in store for you tonight.”

He snapped his fingers, and 15 dragons rose from outside the camp, where they had been lying in wait for this exact moment.

Coron found himself babbling orders almost immediately. “Delma! Stop those dragons. Throw all we’ve got at ‘em. I’ll handle the traitor.”

“You’re accusing me of treason, Coron? I’m ashamed. I thought I taught you better than that. These dragons are not against us, and neither am I. Rather, they are on our side.”

Coron stared blankly, unable to comprehend this contradicting fact.

“Coron, Coron, Coron, as unbelievable as it might seem, these dragons are on the forces of good. They’re working for us. As are these.”

Centaurs sprang out all around, surrounding the infantry.

“Those are our previously unknown cavalry. And these…”

Elven archers, whirlers, and Elite Guards came walking out.

“…our good allies. Oh and King Eaion, thank you for coming.”

“Th-That’s the Elven King!” shouted Coron.

“Friend Coron, I beg you not to shout in the presence of royalty. It displeases them, and it is completely rude. Now for the feast!”

The greatest cooks in the Kingdom of Cruinne came out flanked by tables of the best food eaten in months by the army.

They feasted long into the night, with their joyous merriment ringing far and wide.

Across the river though, things were different…