" Slowly Written Rhymes, Spoken Fast..."

syntheticph: “A Song of Undertow & Devil’s Kiss” Game of...

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:03:41 -0400

“A Song of Undertow & Devil’s Kiss” Game of Thrones Meets BioShock Infinite, by Synthetic PictureHaus

Writings.: Sheep, Wolf, and Shepherd

Thu, 16 May 2013 06:42:38 -0400

There was a young sheep who loved her herd. She was born and grew up in this small, tight-knit community.

One day, she was out for a walk by herself when she found an injured wolf, alone and crying. She stayed and watched over the wolf and gave him some food. However, a few of the sheep came by…

True Fact: I write almost all my poetry in the dark on my phone, right before bed...yup

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:27:55 -0400

The World From A Lion's Den...

Wed, 08 May 2013 21:22:00 -0400

Here we go
Insert a multipluous
Multitude of swear words

My virgin ears though
Can’t keep the word flow
I’m drawing out my bow
Squinty eyes Taking aim
Getting Ready to launch the blame

Is this fame?
That we claim?
In the flame?
What a shame

I Check ‘em now and
Feel the red hot sand
Like a brother’s hand
You just got whipped
With a red hot band

It’s got everybody talking jive
All about them taking lives
Throwing knives
Throwing lies
Throwing pies

It’s a Volatile Combination
We’ve all been screaming exclamation
While spewing out defamation

Searching for enlightenment
Feeling our entitlement

We all sit down to settle then
Livin in the lion’s den
SNAP! he’s gone!
The only friend you ever knew
You just never had the darndest clue

The Story of the Saint

Thu, 02 May 2013 20:13:57 -0400

thepoorinspirit-writings:

There was once a legend that a holy saint lived in the mountains of a distant land. The saint only spent time with those in need and did not meet anyone for publicity or fame.

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The Love Is Shone

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 22:45:00 -0400

From the quiet dawn of the morning
To the tranquil dusk in the evening
The Love is shone

From the wooded trees of the forest
To the swampy mud in the marshlands
The Love is shone

From the top of the tallest mountain
To the depths of the deepest ocean
The Love is shone

Hidden at the very end of the soul
There is a safe of secrets
And here in lie the Lovely Bones

Hidden at the center of the creek
There lies alone
The Lovely Stones

Hidden behind the ring of the crater
There is the ash
Of these Lovely Homes

From the fixed field
To the sanctified grave
There traveled these Lovely Bones

From the hand of the child
To the end of the pond
There traveled these Lovely Stones

From the war torn Earth
To the forever free sky
There traveled these Lovely Homes

Down on my knees
Am I atoned?

Down on my knees
I am alone.

Down on my knees
Can I be shown?

These Lovely Bones?
These Lovely Stones?
These Lovely Homes?

Where LOVE is shone.

-Benjamin E. Suh

Generation of Spoken Words

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 17:02:00 -0400

Hello my name is Benjamin
Like I don’t know what rhymes with Benjamin
Or this bed I’m in
All I know is how dead I’ve been

If I tried to sing
I guarantee your head will be going ding a ling
When I surf the web for rhymes
I use the google forget the bing

Bling bling is that really all what life’s about?
Where we kick and pout?
Acting like we always need to shout!
Or is it that bang bang violence
Our pointing fingers disturbing the silence

Where the world is so lacking
We always see people packing
Packing heat
Packing bags
Packing beats
Packing lag

Refugee
Rufuse of the homeland condition
Uprooted and gone
Eviction signs on your lawn

War torn victims PTSD
They just don’t know who to be
The soldier or the patient
The son or the father
The Husband or the man

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Worse because it has no borders
It cuts far deeper than complicated orders
Turning humans into emotional hoarders

They fought in the combat zone
Now they struggle with their own battles at home

Depression sits in
Young boys and girls ending their lives
Haven’t even begun yet
Turning to satisfactory violence
Hate crimes, Anger, Lust, and Murder.
There are those who can take it even further

But it’s all the same, those emotions of crime
That chip away time after time
At the human condition
People always acting on their own volition

Check yourself now
Listen don’t fall into that trap
The hand that travels fast
Is the one that never slacks
It only hacks

Independent, without thought
The very people fought
Now do you remember when?
This age old question applied in full
To those deep scarring wounds
Like a remedy
That is keeping me
From the center of the circle
Living on the edge
Where there is only black, white
No room for gray
No room to stay
You keep moving even if you don’t see it
Eventually you’ll feel it

And now the media’s
Been feeding us
Advice
For life
And to deal with strife

To gain
Critical acclaim
And fame
It’s the name of the game
But it’s all the same
It doesn’t matter where you aim
Or point the blame

Your life’s empty
Living like you’ll always be twenty-one
For the money
Two for the show
And three to get ready
But where did time go?
And why’re we so low?
Seems the only place left to go
Is home

Like the prodigal child
Neither tender nor mild
Due to a lifestyle of wild

And they keep telling me:
Boy you rhyme too much
And you smile too much
Most of all you’re a child too much
Too much to be successful…
And Well I say hell no!

Now Granted I’m no expert, y’all gotta come on down to see
What this world can be
When we’re all living and free

Of this system, That fails to meet.
Your expectations
It’s flirtatious
It just isn’t spacious
Enough in this world to dance around with the devil and death.

While I’m living and free
You be living in greed
Devils dancing with glee
And he ain’t gonna leave

Until Christ hits home
Homies we all gotta believe
That’s why every morning and night
Mothers get up to plead for plight
And light
For the path that is right

The winding path for the walking
While the demons be stalking
Preying on those who are slaving
Away
Rotting away
Falling away
From the vine…He is
And We are his branches
Fighting with spears and lances
But we losing our chances

I feel like we’re dances with wolves
Alone
And unknown
Can you even see how the time has flown?

God is not a drone
Who will pick at your bones
Or condone
God is my father to whom I pray
To light the way
Every single God given day
So I say
LOVE

-Benjamin E. Suh

attackofthepartycannon: blowingstiles: onelastglancefromataxica...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 07:58:44 -0400

attackofthepartycannon:

blowingstiles:

onelastglancefromataxicab:

gerard-and-frank-mofos:

sunbanna:

lifegoesonand-on:

michelleevo:

christinahuynhh:

i think this is the best post ever seriously

Wow

/

thats because it is

did Jesus make this or something

FINALLY I FOUND THIS AMAZING FUCKING POST AGAIN

boom bacon pancakes

this is the most helpful post on Tumblr holy shit

Wow

El tumblr de Blake: Christians: Stop Using Tragedies as an Appeal to Days That Never Were

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 21:32:50 -0400

El tumblr de Blake: Christians: Stop Using Tragedies as an Appeal to Days That Never Were:

gospelofthekingdom:

A friend of mine showed me a Facebook group titled “Jesus, Please Save America” which is where I found this photo. After my initial shock, I then moved to a state of sorrow about how wide spread this belief is. I first want to address the caption and then the…

Makes Sense
In times of crisis and tradgedy some people will an attempt to explain it by saying, that it is because the people have forced God out of their lives and now they have to help him back in, now this is a common misunderstanding, and by pushing God into a box the people are able to make sense of a wild situation.

NO THIS IS NOT PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO PASS JUDGEMENT ON OTHERS (the thought of me even having the authority to do such a thing is foolish) OR TO MAKE OTHERS LOOK AND FEEL BAD, THIS IS ONLY TO HELP AND ENCOURAGE US TO HONOR GOD JUSTLY…

seriously though, when we come across people who differ in their views I just ask that you would show them love and kindness not anger or contempt. And this goes the same for terrorists and criminals, for they are human and therefore equals

Matthew 5:22
” But I tell you that anyone who is angry with his brother will be subject to judgement. Again, anyone who says to his brother, Raca(you fool), is answerable to the sanhedrin. But anyone who says ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell.”

ahouseonfire: thetimetravelersguidetothegalaxy: gaaraofsuburbia: tctisi: It all makes sense now....

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 22:53:19 -0400

ahouseonfire:

thetimetravelersguidetothegalaxy:

gaaraofsuburbia:

tctisi:

It all makes sense now. Gay marriage and marijuana are being legalized at the same time.
Leviticus 20:13 says if a man lays with another man, he should be stoned.
We were just misinterpreting it.

WAIT

20:13

2013

Hey Jordyn, your post got so much better.

Photo

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 22:52:41 -0400

noeliachristine: questionablyhonoredyoungone: So I heard that Google had a treasure map feature...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 16:31:26 -0400

noeliachristine:

questionablyhonoredyoungone:

So I heard that Google had a treasure map feature for April fools day, so I decided to try it out

Let’s go to Korea

This is Korea yes

Let’s go a little closer.

Let’s zoom in more on Seoul!

wait what’s that

is that

No

GOOGLE

GODDAMMIT GOOGLE

WHY DIDN’T I FREAKING SEE THIS?

DANG IT GOOGLE!

Why Christians Shouldn't Be Threatened by "Gay Marriage"

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 21:13:20 -0400

blakebaggott:

In light of the recent Supreme Court hearings regarding same-sex marriages, there has been much conversation on how Christians should react. With people who support same-sex marriage doing such things as posting an equal sign as their Facebook profile…

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jetgreguar: softroot: One day someone at Dark Horse asked if...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 14:05:33 -0400

jetgreguar:

softroot:

One day someone at Dark Horse asked if I was interested in writing a story about young Hellboy. I wasn’t, but instead of saying no, I said “What about two pages of Hellboy eating pancakes?” I thought it was a riot. I didn’t expect anyone else to like it, but it turned out to be a big hit with a lot of readers. It’s nice when that happens.

-Mike Mignola

my favorite comic ever

some of my favorite dialogue ever written, never ceases to make me smile

It's All About The Time...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:52:00 -0400

When we reach up to the heavens broken and humbled,
And scream “SAVE ME”

When all of a sudden we have gained everything in the world,
But we still find ourselves saying “Maybe”

When in the after years of our triumph,
We cry sobbing on our knees “Why…me”

When on a quiet day in a quite place,
We look down into our cradled arms and whisper “my baby”

-Benjamin E. Suh

blakebaggott: brokenpenmanship: Kid Accidentally Steals Cup...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 13:06:07 -0400

blakebaggott:

brokenpenmanship:

Kid Accidentally Steals Cup From Restaurant

This is my favorite video ever made I’m not even lying

I laughed way too hard.

Oh dear

archiemcphee: These movie stills and film posters all have one...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 16:31:48 -0400

archiemcphee:

These movie stills and film posters all have one amusing thing in common: hands that were originally holding guns are now giving the thumbs-up gesture. These manipulated images are from a crowdsourced photoblog called Thumbs & Ammo, which operates on a simple and rather awesome principle:

“Real tough guys don’t need guns, they just need a positive, can-do attitude.”

Anyone is welcome to suitably alter a movie still or poster and submit it to Thumbs & Ammo. Just send your ‘shopped image to thumbsandammo@gmail.com.

[via PetaPixel and Laughing Squid]

blakebaggott: Greatest lesson I’ve learned. Lord Humble Me

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 17:57:28 -0400

blakebaggott:

Greatest lesson I’ve learned.

Lord Humble Me

"Consider how textbooks treat Native religions as a unitary whole. The American Way describes Native..."

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 16:56:28 -0400

“Consider how textbooks treat Native religions as a unitary whole. The American Way describes Native American religion in these words: “These Native Americans [in the Southeast] believed that nature was filled with spirits. Each form of life, such as plants and animals, had a spirit. Earth and air held spirits too. People were never alone. They shared their lives with the spirits of nature.” Way is trying to show respect for Native American religion, but it doesn’t work. Stated flatly like this, the beliefs seem like make-believe, not the sophisticated theology of a higher civilization. Let us try a similarly succinct summary of the beliefs of many Christians today: “These Americans believed that one great male god ruled the world. Sometimes they divided him into three parts, which they called father, son, and holy ghost. They ate crackers and wine or grape juice, believing that they were eating the son’s body and drinking his blood. If they believed strongly enough, they would live on forever after they died.” Textbooks never describe Christianity this way. It’s offensive. Believers would immediately argue that such a depiction fails to convey the symbolic meaning or the spiritual satisfaction of communion.”

- Lies My Teacher Told Me, James Loewen (via whoistorule)

Not entirely sure that the later is offensive tho…

(via uvreactiveone)

It’s offensive, but not problematic in the American context since most people will run into Christians that illustrate this isn’t everything that is going on.

It would be more problematic in a country where Christians were a distinct minority, since that might produce various kinds of problems (people viewing Christianity as unimportant or unsophisticated, and thus unworthy of protection/defense by the state). It s similar to the issues that are caused when caricatures of Islam are propagated in the United States.

(via hollowandeceptivephilosophy)

"How hard is it to be a female human being in the media? Anne Hathaway is a pretty good measure. She..."

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 16:56:06 -0400

“

How hard is it to be a female human being in the media? Anne Hathaway is a pretty good measure. She learned everything she could about sex trafficking and prostitution to play Fantine, and knew only too well that modern-day Fantines were probably living within blocks of the Academy Awards. As she said in her acceptance speech, ‘Here’s hoping that someday in the not too distant future the misfortunes of Fantine will only be found in stories and never in real life.’

Did that get coverage? No. Instead, the huge and expensive media beast speculated on her nipples. In a way, that makes Anne’s point. No wonder there are still Fantines, so many in the media think like pimps, traffickers and johns.

”

- Gloria Steinem (via blakebaggott)