Reverie #7

I walk home from a run down the street
My mind is empty, my thoughts blind
How am I to think
When I am waiting for it all to begin?
My lips are sticky my breath is hot
And as I turn the corner I'm struck
Struck by a flood of evening sun
At first I merely catch my breath
But its when my feet begin to shuffle
That I lift my head to the sky

There are no questions
Just the wave of golden slumber impressed
I drift in between the shadows of trees above
My mind is nowhere to be found
It is running rampant in a wild field
It is soaking in the sage, tree-lined horizon
It is falling from the heavens
Earthy thoughts are shattered
I am dreaming a dream of dreams

How can I worry
When the wind presses against my eyes
How can I worry
When all denotes that you surround me
How can I worry
When warmth cradles my head
How can I worry
When tree-lined streets exist

Now I am on the bus
It's difficult to steady your arm on the rumbling steel jutting from the floor
I am tranquil
The open window beside me
Blows in the gusts from passing traffic
I smile as the breeze drips down to my soul
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Barry Rowen continues to amaze me with his work. This is absolutely phenomenal.
It's such a personal piece, but its impossible not to empathize with.

Dreaming from Barry Rowen on Vimeo.

Reverie #6

Against all odds, a weary smile on her face
A Roman Tribune in a time of revolution
A mystical being surrounded by plainness
A tip of tip of the hat to uninterested strangers

Mrs. Whitehouse glides through the crowds with grace
Thoughts of adversity are as blossoming rosebuds

A world without ties
Anything is possible with a wide brimmed hat
And the ears of an unsuspecting victim of truth
All things come to pass

Do you not realize Atlas can stumble?
Has not the thought of failure entered your mind?

Yet the tidal wave retreats back to sea
And the concerto plays on
God's hand dost prevail
A worried mind is pacified

I stand on broken ground amidst this earth
But I faithfully stand as I have since birth

Just come on home...

I thank God most for the sky...
That we may dip into its brilliance and wonder by simply glancing above...
It truly is the greatest blessing we have on earth.
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22 letters to go until she's home.

Quelling the demons: or I'm sitting on a bus thinking

So take your bottles and smile at their transparent glow
So take that handle and throw it down your throat
Life and love are so much clearer
As you push back the truths with denial

I commend you on your decisions
To put off the inevitable
I can't wait to watch you fall
So that you may realize

I'm happy to see you've found your way
Down a wide road of faux righteousness
I've seen it before
You're cutting at your own fingers

It just got personal
The riding the edge, the pacifying demons
It all weighs down on your fellowmen
Go on, do what you've gotta do
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Oh and also...I'm a little obsessed with this song:

Oh hey, watch this!

Just finished editing...

Cross Country Roadtrip 2010 from Austin Dressman on Vimeo.

The End of Mosiac Law

Did you hear about that woman in Iran who was recently condemned to a public stoning on the charges of adultery?



It truly is amazing to find remnants of Mosiac law still taking place in this day in age. Jesus Christ tells us that he is the new standard...Mosiac law is over, no more animal sacrifices, no more stonings, etc (see mosiac law link above).

2000 years wasn't really all that long ago. I'm so thankful for a perception built by the precepts of the restored Gospel. It's amazing to read or hear people conversing about theology and see how much it all fits in to the restoration. I just sat through dinner with my Dad and uncle talking about faith and their frustrations with the Catholic Church. So it raised a lot of old thoughts in my mind when I was first checking out the LDS Church. Once you understand the restoration, there is no going back. It's the only way you can see things from that point on. It's a beautiful thing. As promised, living it only brings about happiness.
I'm in love with God's deft hand.

I love this girl.

Oh hey everyone, meet my girlfriend, Natalie.

caption: "~i luv picnik ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ~LOL JK ROFL ha haaa"

She edits pictures with picnik and listens to Shakira.

Jealous?

Humility

Two important things I've been trying live by recently (both quotes from the same talk by Elder James B. Martino)

1.) "We may never know in this life why we face what we do, but we can feel confident that we can grow from the experience.

Now, I realize that it is much easier to look back when a trial is over and see what we have learned from our experience, but the challenge is to gain that eternal perspective while we are going through our tests. To some, our trials may not seem great, but to each of us who are passing through these experiences, the trials are real and require us to humble ourselves before God and learn from Him.
...a small amount of pain now will protect them from possible pain and suffering in the future. Our Father in Heaven knows the end from the beginning. We need to follow the example of the Savior and trust in Him."

2.) “I believe the Savior is telling us that unless we lose ourselves in service to others, there is little purpose to our own lives. Those who live only for themselves eventually shrivel up and figuratively lose their lives, while those who lose themselves in service to others grow and flourish—and in effect save their lives.”
-President Thomas S. Monson

I've been laughing so hard at this guys videos that my mom thought I was crying at one point...from downstairs in the basement.

My jaw hurts...this guy is the best youtube user EVER.

THATS A WHOLE RAINBOW MAN. AHHHHHH!!!!


This dude is so happy...I'm so happy for him.

Newport Evenings

Newport at 5:24 pm

Sidewalk heroes jump the curbs that line the Victorian architecture
Their bikes glide delicately over transparent shadows left by neighboring trees
Windows down, I pilot my car around the shoddy patchwork road
The heat waves dance off of the asphalt, rising fingers against a retreating sun

Life in slow motion
The back wheel pegs a landing pad for the friend trailing behind you
Slush Puppy in hand, the jump is a delicate balance
Tired faces watch from the front stoops of 4th St.

Newport at 11:47 pm

They swarm under incandescent neon
Musk and body sprays clash into the smell of exhaust and cigarettes
Windows down, I watch from the red light, Bird my accompaniment
A crowd forms around a woman riding a mechanical bull

These streets run yellow with booze at night
It's whats left over from the bootlegger syndicate days of yore
Carbon copies cross from one bar to another
Look past the neon and you'll see right through them


The light is green and I am off to starry nights and thoughts of her

Welcome Home

I didn't take this photo, but it makes me proud to say I now officially live in Cincinnati, OH.