June 3rd, 2o10

This is the second to last day of my vacation before I go back to work. I have to say what a grand vacation it has been; totally relaxed. I've had time to set up my presence on the internet nicely. Now I'm divided into different sites, one for each idea: photo, blog, music, video, mini-blog, and email. Facebook was just too much. I would find myself sitting at the computer refreshing over and over just to see if anyone had commented on my page... " what should it matter??" I like being published on the internet, but if people want to see or hear my art they need to go find it somewhere it can properly be presented for what it is. I'm seeing the transition all the way from Constellation BluePrint now into the season of writing, and what a long season it has been: the Piscean Transcendence Through the Martian Battle Front. That's a long title for something. I'm glad I got to just hang out this week, completely separate myself from everything and got the view the thoughts in my mind and take an inventory of it all.
"I want to fit into the perfect space; feel natural and safe among all the tile plates." - The Avett Brothers
What a statement to make. It's about bricks on my end however. On the side of my house I pray for cold water. I'm breathing and dying waiting for you. I think of tomorrow when I'm not here today. On the side of my house I pray. The rain falls slow and light on me right now. It comes to run the ink down the page. I'm liking photography a lot right now. From Polaroids to digital, this is definitely my next favorite thing. Polaroids stand alone in all they do. The act of taking the picture holds to the moment and galaxy in which you've originally seen it pass, only to be viewed amongst all items of truly captured light, not a digital record. Light made tangible in your hands. It's like catching stars. just add light.
As light is to matter, water is to us...
Just add light.
The story of Christ is written all around us. weather you're something calling it something else. I can see him in the water cycle. I can see him in the stars, from the red to the blue. This is a work about America, to America. And I myself, as America, must find redemption. For as innocent and unknowing as your were, you let the colors get all over.

Now America plays god. Invest your 10% into me and I'll let you live comfortably. This is America.

First let me take out your back teeth. This is like circumcision.
Picking apart understanding, so that I might pick apart myself. I'm so into myself sometimes it's sick. I think the bad part about smoking is that I think I"m so cool that I indulge in myself when I'm high.
But I've just been so busy between church and work I'm so pulled down to the middle and then I"m going to be taking classes in the fall... Where will I have time for myself?
I need not complain for this was my wish, besides I did school, work, and church last fall, and the more I think about it, the more excited I begin to feel about school. I need a schedule that's packed so that way I'm not over indulging in myself. At least that's how I'm justifying things right now.
We are made in God's image. We are made like him. He very well could look like us, but in my mind that all too well known verse means we have the ability to understand. We have the power to see God for what he is. God presented himself to the animal through the sun, just like the pagan. And though I can see the symbolism of Christ in the sun, That does not make Christ the sun. You can tell all things of me aesthetically through a picture, but that picture is not me. I am me, and just as God presented himself to all creation THROUGH creation that does not make God creation. Christ is God. And though many have claimed his story through the sun's ritual, none of them have a guarantee with a name backing it. As American consumers, we know the power of branding. Jesus Christ is a brand that has out stood the test of time..
And though there will be a person here an there that seems to take the name of Christ a little to far, from my perspective, everyone is talking about it because it works. because it's right, and because it's the truth behind all things created.
I'm about to listen to Nelly Furtado's, "Loose." This always makes me think of Falon.
"Looks like an early winter" - Gewn Steffanni
In these four walls I rent, I dance to songs from my past.
June 3rd, 2010

"A City Made of Stone" pg. 124-126
**Note that what is read here has be edited and revised from the original manuscript by the author

If I Can Find One


If I can find One.

The piano - I can sit and rock myself back and forth, on the same three chords all night, talking in circles. It's like a second language; music is an extension of language.
I grew up with an effeminate attraction towards female singer/song writers and POP music. I can remember being obsessed with Alanis Morriestte all the way to the Spice Girls. I didn't know how to make music back in the late 90's; all I knew how to do was sing in falsetto. So between solo's at church and dancing in my room to Britney I relieved my artistic angst... or at least the same that of a budding teenager.
Puberty came somewhere in late '98 to the summer of '99, and everything changed. I started noticing people more, myself more, the idea of god, and music more. The minister of the church I was attending saw some potential in me and gave me a scholarship to piano lessons with a kind, soft spoken, Southern Baptist music director's wife named Janet.

Ms. Janet was honestly one of the most kind people to me when it came to teaching. Within her spiritual womb she carried and birthed the call to music that I now possess today. Either every Tuesday or every Thursday I would meet with Ms. Janet for thirty minutes to go over little ditties of songs, scales, and always a great conversation about music theory. I would bring this Sarah Mclachlan book for "easy piano." Through some strange course of explanation of reading music, she opened a Pandorian box and the water broke on how to read chord charts, and then it all clicked.
I started writing music in high school when I was a freshman. Very plain music, not much to do with the current day, was what I started writing; by the time I was finished with high school I had already filled a notebook with songs, children, creation.
In early two-thousand and seven I found my voice and what It was I was supposed to be doing with gift given to me by the church. The songs started sounding different; It was like I had to keep asking myself, "Who wrote this stuff?" I could see where I was being deeply influenced by all the artist I was listening to, and was tired of being compared to certain artist that seemed to make me look and feel like I was just another poser trying to spill my heart on the floor beneath the piano.
I needed divine intervention.
And so a light broke in; it was the Christ, Jesus to be more specific and He showed me the circle I'd been spinning. "Now what do I do?" I'm unimpressed by most christian contemporary music because of It's smell of "top 40" based chord progression and cheesy hook lines. I'm here writing music out of my heart, like a true artist, and the church expects me to be in nothing more than a well built and talented cover band every sunday, playing those same songs. Not that there is anything wrong with that; I've played guitar for worship purposes and felt fulfillment musically from it, I just know that not only was the gift of music so graciously given to me by Jesus, the father, but the need and longing to share this story that is my life as I know it.
This, my friends, is what I so sincerely have titled
The Piscean Transcendence Through the Martian Battle Front.
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Before the End of it...

Between Stephen Stasiowski and You
Terrell Brinlee June 1 at 3:29am
... more specifically... how do you justify or rationalize your faith? Is it that just a "blind leap" or is there a foundation on which it is build?

Stephen Stasiowski June 1 at 4:59pm
Being that faith is relative I assume different people to take on the idea of faith in a manner just as vast as the number of people who hold the idea of faith to anything they choose. Faith may be blind to some but faith to me is simply a belief and no blindness is involved, for I see the thing I have faith in, every day, every minute and second, in every moment, no faith is needed in terms of a "leap" for I see it just as I see the sky Is blue, or just as I know I am happy or sad, I know it to be true to myself.

Oil and Water

June 19, 2008

So you might want to take your feet out of the water; the tide is coming in and there's no telling what's about to be seen. Does anyone else feel it--things coming to a head or is it just me?

Who will it be? What will it be?

Jesus - Lucifer
Water - Oil
Life - Death

"We were not granted such things and in the end even Green Peace will see the day when everything decides to turn gray. I can already see that there's two sides to this story. House on water--storms a' brewin'. Whales are crying, 'Save the humans!'"

"the book of hummmsss" pg. 146-147
**Note that what is read here has be edited and revised from the original manuscript by the author

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