We are revolutionaries...
We live in passion and naivity...
We run to battle...
We smile with the battle charge...
We bleed in battles that are not our own...
We long for love...
We search for purpose and satisfaction...
We defend the defenseless...
We sweat to save the world...
Save the world that never knew us...
The world that never cared...
The world that never asked the questions that we asked them...
The world that never knew our story...
The world that never held our hand when our tears fell like rain...
The world that never felt our silent pain...
The world that never looked into our eyes and said I love you...
The world that looked at us and said you have had it good...
The world hat never listened to our cries in the dark for someone to listen...
The world that never saw us......but it needed us...
So we answered the call and we now lay dead trying to save it...
Now we say the world will weep...It will weep for us...
But no the world will not weep...
Alone lying on the battlefield...
Longing to be remembered...
Did we learn? no we will never learn...
For we are revolutionaries...passionate and naive

Let the sun rise in France

There is something that has always drawn me to France. Something about her people, history, language, attitude and complexity that has always mystified and fascinated me. There are three countries that have captivated me my whole life: Russia, Germany, and France (Ironic that they were the three that opposed the Iraq war). The city of Paris has always been a city that i longed to know. The streets where Romans walked, where Anselm, Abelard, Aquinas, Lous XIV, Rousseau, Voltaire, Picasso, Monet, Debussy, Hugo, Ravel and Charles de Gaulle made their home at one time. The city of lights, the city of love. The city of violence, the city of peace. The city of man, the city of God...We have sterotyped French for a while and most is justified by their arrogance and pompous attitude. We laugh at the pride in their language, and their snooty aristocracy. Today we insult their desire for tolerance and peace. However, once they too were a great nation. And like all great nations, they cannot forget that sense of pride that alone can be theirs. A book that I think people should read is St Gregory's "History of the Franks." I hope that we will once again see their nation turn back to god and be great...but they cannot be great unless they are good. A frenchman once said that about our own great nation. May we, a great nation now, hope to not turn our fists towards god and say we no longer need and want him.
Great nations cannot escape their greatness. Russia, China, Germany, England, Israel, Persia, America, France...many more. They can't hide from it. They can avoid it, run from it, fear it, and abuse it, but it will always be awakened from its slumber. Some nations simply cannot help but lift their heads high. Charles de Gaulle says it in a sentence, "France cannot be France without Greatness."

Terrible King

Day of wrath and terror looming!
Heaven and earth to ash consuming,
David's word and Sibyl's truth foredooming!
What horror must invade the mind,
When the approaching judge shall find,
and sift the deeds of all mankind.
The trumpet casts a wondrous sound,
through the tombs of all around,
making them the throne surround.
Death is struck and nature quaking,
all creation is awaking,
to its judge an answer making.
So when the Judge shall sit,
whatever is hidden shall be seen,
nothing shall remain unpunished.
What am I, wretched one, to say,
What protector impore,
When even a just person will scarcely be confident?
Remember, gracious Jesus,
that I am the cause of your journey;
do not let me be lost on that day.
My prayers are unworthy;
but you, the Good, show me favor,
that i amy not be consumed by eternal fire.
Low I kneel, with a heart of submission!
See, like ashes my contrition!
Help me in my last condition!
King of awesome majesty,
You are terrible...and beautiful

Love words

My body longs for you,
I cannot sleep because I want to be with you,
Please let me in!
I cannot wait until our wedding day.
Let us go a isolated place and waste our lives in each others arms!
Whisper to me the pleasures that await me on that day,
Tell me the secrets of your heart and i will keep them safe.
My vows to you are secret love words in your ear,
You eyes make the world loose color,
Your voice makes music loose its sound,
Your touch makes the world go numb,
Your kiss make the dead rise and a moment eternity
Jesus you make me weep with love.