Aperture Science

For the good of all of us,
except the ones who are dead.

There's no sense crying over every mistake.
Keep on trying till you run out of cake.

I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.

BUT!

These points of data make a beautiful line.
Aperture Science.
Doing what we must for all who care.

Go ahead and leave me.
I think I'd prefer to stay inside.
With all of this information.
All of this chemistry.
All of this Research.
All of it.

I am alive. =]
Still alive.

Psalms 2

Written in the key of CmAug.
Musical piece for the Grand Acoustic Piano and Acoustic Guitar


Its been so long.
I remember the trembling of my voice in saying
the simple salutation of "Hello,"
knowing it were to only lead to the
last "GoodBye."

Statements made prior to acknowledging
the emotion that would reluctantly be felt.

I'd rather not repeat the already fragile
scene, where two friends part from their
loyal paths.

I was in love with the world, and it with me.
But I had to say GoodBye.

Though I'm aware of the consequences,
I am justified, by the small faith that I do have,
to keep going.

To not let go, and to endure. That is the precious truth.

Psalms 1

Written in the key of Em.
Musical piece for the Grand Acoustic Piano


I wish to be a blank slate,
an opportunity for God to write His own
epistle of Love upon my heart.
And yet, I continually write my own
thoughts, my own wants, my own plans.
I continually defile and shred that slate
I so want to keep clean.
I perfectly remain flawed, making each
mistake in unison with the
wavering of my strength.
I want to walk the straight path laid
out so clearly and plainly, but
have become a drunk off my
own flaws and regrets.

Selah


I will not be shaken.
I will not be moved.
For my God will provide the strength
in my weakness, and He will continually
allow me to stand upon the promises
founded upon Grace.

Amen.