Showing posts with label Invisible. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Invisible. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
James Michael
James Michael is a little boy that we have taken into our home because apparently last Sunday at church this child was left behind by his parents as they left for Florida forever. At least that was the story we got out of Caeden as he explained how his new invisible friend James Michael happened to be sitting next to me on the couch, unbeknownst to me. We talked to him about it and tried to figure out if he was only pretending or if he really believed James existed, apparently he really does believe this to be true. So our next question was why he picked a name that was so similar to George Michael, he had no answer. We did some research to find out that imaginary friends are not only normal, but can be healthy. The doctors went on to explain that imaginary friends are usually used as a tool to deal with certain issues that socially advanced children are thinking about, yet not able to understand, like death, and in Caeden's case being left behind by your parents. It is alarming for me to see such worry about something that would never happen to my son, but the research shows that the kids are merely trying to work out something they do not understand. So am I. Caeden also says that James is brown with yellow hair, so this is what we think he looks like. Except with yellow hair.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Invisible (For The War Children In The Sudan)
Lie in a bed of paper bags
Sit and listen to the fireworks crack
I was a soldier
I was a brick
But I can't remember the last time I laughed
Abducted from my bed
bandits blazed around my head
I was a child once
I killed my brother once
But I can't remember the last time I bled
But in the night I fly
through the courtyard
to the cellar and lie
beneath the ruins of a church that fried
Hidden beneath the feet that stomp our cries
I had a birthday
a day ago I was 13
But I wasn't young
I was my mothers son
I was an orphan once
Mixed in the soil I walk
My mothers blood
It isn't me
It isn't me I said
To the shells that fall my finger pulled
It isn't me
Today has got me thinking
Maybe the lights don't mean home
Maybe the roof resists the raining
But it won't keep you from being alone
These are song lyrics I wrote on New Years Eve 2007
Sit and listen to the fireworks crack
I was a soldier
I was a brick
But I can't remember the last time I laughed
Abducted from my bed
bandits blazed around my head
I was a child once
I killed my brother once
But I can't remember the last time I bled
But in the night I fly
through the courtyard
to the cellar and lie
beneath the ruins of a church that fried
Hidden beneath the feet that stomp our cries
I had a birthday
a day ago I was 13
But I wasn't young
I was my mothers son
I was an orphan once
Mixed in the soil I walk
My mothers blood
It isn't me
It isn't me I said
To the shells that fall my finger pulled
It isn't me
Today has got me thinking
Maybe the lights don't mean home
Maybe the roof resists the raining
But it won't keep you from being alone
These are song lyrics I wrote on New Years Eve 2007
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
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