Green-Isle Writings

Brian Waltz by Soulhat

2005-03-25T14:08:00.000-08:00

They say an hour is full of a thousand choices
Mine's to get drunk in mexico
If you can whisper over a thousand voices
laugh at the world and still hear the wind blow

And Ive given up so many things
believed in words that didn't ring true
spoken my mind is better left untold
I would rather be in control than be bought and sold,
be bought and sold
than to be bought, bought and sold

Well I wake up to find a new way to hide
think I can't make it through today
but i can look up on the down side of life
living is just passing time anyway, and
I lived in some places where there's just no space to breathe
and I've been to some places where you can walk as far as you can see
far as you can see
walk just as far as you can see.

Well, at least I have a road
At least this is moving slow
At least I know where I'm going
I ve got two hours to live and too many more miles to go

She said if I could be more like a bird
then I could sing everyday
and I wouldn't have this problem with words
because I wouldn't have anything to say
and I given up so many things
heard my own lies and I know they weren't true
I don't need a pocket full of money
I'd rather sit on my soul than plant a field of gold,
a field of gold,
than to plant a field of gold

They say you can't get there from here
and all these roads they just disapper
If I had more time I would turn it around
But its a one way street with no speeding allowed

I'm not the one that is driving this thing
and I'm not the one with the buttons to push
and I'm not the one who believed all those lies
but its too late to sermonize, and

I might not make it home
but I'll make it somewhere I know
rolling along with a heavy load
I've got two hours to live and
too many more miles to go, more miles to go
too many miles, more miles to go

At least I have a road
At least this is moving slow
At least I know where I'm going
I''ve got two hours to live and too many more miles to go
more miles to go.
Too many miles, more miles to go
Too many miles, more miles to go
Too many miles, more miles to go.
and its moving slow.

Ladies and Gentlemen...

2005-03-22T20:23:00.000-08:00

Let me introduce three clowns that always have the low down in the big town.
Door number 1, we have The Edge Man, aka The Streetwalker, the ladies man, and Diggy the clowns worst enemy, Jason!

Door number 2, we have Xector Strauss, filmmaker extraordinaire, better known as the whitest Mexican I ever knew, Jose!

Door number 3, he has yet to reveal himself, but only time keeps him away, he is the maginificent, malevolent, martial artist....give it up for Christopher Clower!............. better known as the man who once slept twenty-seven hours straight, Jon!

Welcome, from all parts of this nation. The four are together again! Spread the word. I have done what was always told me to do, too bad you were not there to see it, but there will be more, oh yes, there will be more!

Stand up, Stand up

2005-03-19T11:02:00.000-08:00

Well I have officially heard that our next performance will be in April, and this time we will have two more guys with us. The place we performed at has been getting numerous calls asking when we were going to do it again. That is really encouraging. I think I am going to do the Danny's mom bit and see how that goes. Anyone who knows me well knows that this story is absolutely hilarious and I have rammed it into the ground by telling it so much. I am excited this time and not so nervous.

I don't want to make a career out of this though, but I do enjoy doing it. I think making people laugh is my only gift, and I wouldn't trade that, except for maybe a life like the Apostle Paul's or something. His life was more precious by far.

My humor is not universal, but I do find that the ones that do not laugh at me are usually the ones that don't laugh at anything. Tim and I are a good team. He is the ranter and I am the over-reactor. Together, I believe we will make crowds laugh and hopefully allow them to have a better night than the one they were having.

Silence

2005-03-18T22:05:00.000-08:00

Wind in the trees, call my name
high up where I cannot be
still, I find that you are near
enough to whisper. I listen
but I cannot find the place
where you are, I want to be
with you in the silence. Come
to me so I can hear you
while you speak to me in poems.
At first I tried to find you
while you sought to look, but
you came not close enough
for me, to whisper will satisfy
your longing soul.

Old Friends, New Memories

2005-03-15T23:52:00.000-08:00

Tonight I had the honor and privelage of hanging out with some old friends from San Marcos, Kelli and Casey. We went to The Blarney Stone and shared some drinks and not a few laughs as we discussed the wiles of life. Kelli is an accomlished poet and fellow comedian, but for the sake that she is a girl I will call her a comedienne. We had a great time, which reminded me of times spent in San Marcos where Kelli and I would have an entire party of people laughing hysterically while we played Balderdash. Casey still has his usual "girl" drama, and we agreed that there will never be a time that the drama of girls would cease. When we got back to my apartment I entertained them by shooting an arrow with my longbow off my balcony and onto the golf course that my apartment overlooks. It was one in the morning so there was no one there to get hurt. All in all we had a blast and with them gone so recently I am still missing them and wishing they were still here. Thanks for the time guys and I will look forward to the future when we are all in New York having the same experiences at Cozy's, Serendipity's, and Blue Moon Annie's. (Kelli knows what I am talking about).

Top 10 Love Songs (At the moment)

2005-03-15T19:11:00.000-08:00

10.15/8 - Chapter 41
9. When The Leaves Come Falling Down - Van Morrison
8. For The Love Of A Princess - Braveheart Soundtrack
7. Inside Out - Culture Beat
6. Stellar - Incubus
5. In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel
4. Someone Like You - Van Morrison
3. Snow On The Sahara - Anggun
2. Love Song For A Vampire - Annie Lennox
1. Eileen's Song - Burlap to Cashmere

My Dream of the Storm

2005-03-15T12:59:00.000-08:00

Last night I had yet another crazy dream. In this dream I was in a movie theatre located on the top of a high rise apartment complex. There were lots of people in several different theatres, and they all seemed to know each other. The atmosphere was like a party. No movies were playing, so everyone was walking around and carrying on. At some point I went outside on the roof and stared out at the night. Then a strong breeze started to blow, like the kind just before a big storm, and I had a flashback of a conversation that I had with a girl about this type of storm. I quickly ran back inside and tried to warn everyone to get out, because this storm was going to destroy the building we were in and us with it. Nobody listened to me, and they kept partying right along. I had the chance to leave, but I did not want to leave the people to their fate, so I stayed and watched from the roof as hard rain poured down on me and I saw the blackest, wickedest tornado come sweeping into the building sending pieces flying everywhere. That is it. Did I survive? Who knows? What does it mean? Who knows?

Those Emerald Shores Call

2005-03-14T20:54:00.000-08:00

Why oh why am I not in Ireland? Truly I have never been there, but somehow it calls my name. Is there some destiny for me there? Will I name my children Seamus and Dolores, and teach my son the pennywhistle and my daughter to step dance? Ah! I'm stuck. Stuck in a world of repetition and sameness. What do I hold onto here anyways? Is there a future in Dallas? If I don't look out I will get tangled in the webs we weave and never see my beloved Island. Tell the red-haired lasses "hi" as you drink to your health and sing with your might!

Regard

2005-03-14T18:29:00.000-08:00

In pleasure of your soul you regard me,
with innocence too far gone.
You long for peace I give, and
with cold precision you seek,
in that empty place you hide,
hoping for the light of another.
Darkness overshadows the
lies we choose to live, while
Your tear stained face gives warning,
that the mirror does not lie.
My paths have led me here before,
and feelings are the same.

Comfort

2005-03-12T22:27:00.000-08:00

Birds sing, they ask not why.
Oceans rage under deep blue sky.
Snow falls, clothe Earth in white.
Thunder made by flashing light.

You seek solace, my open arms.
I'll try to banish all the harm,
of living in this dreadful place.
I rise up and give you grace.

Eager Expectations

2005-03-12T22:17:00.000-08:00

Whisper falls on bellow
as notes rise in crescendo:

soft music made becomes familiar
harmony. A quickened storm:

my heartbeat now. Only touch
can quell this tempest.

So few could give this effect.
I laud the presence that can

be counted among the jewels.

Sorrow

2005-03-12T22:03:00.000-08:00

Alone, filled with the sound
of heartbeats. Eyes glaze over
with moisture, as a stare becomes
a longing. A wish of things that are,
and things that could be.

Twisted inside, waiting for the dawn
of night. Shouts that hang
over thoughts that are quiet.
Truly you say, and with it
I believe.

Close around me it seems,
for I see into the promise.
I am left with all that remains,
your spoken word
and my sorrow.

Providence

2005-03-06T17:47:00.000-08:00

So I was on my way to "new members" class at my church. It started out fine, but things went south all of a sudden. First of all there was a massive wreck on 75 which backed up traffic, so it put me way behind schedule. Secondly my car overheated and I had nowhere to go. With traffic everywhere and my car smoking I frantically exited, and was deep in more traffic so I hopped a curb and pulled off onto the side of the road. I thought my car was going to explode because of all the smoke and the unusual noises that it was making. I was at my wits end. I had no phone, and I am in a place far from anyone that I know. I cried out to God, and a moment later a woman pulled up in front of me and got out and popped the hood of her car. While I was still figuring out if I could make it to a nearby gas station, the woman came up and offered me antifreeze and water. She apparently had the exact same problem with her car, but she was prepared. We exchanged words and a laugh, and then she went on her way. I was really late for the class, but I decided to risk it and go anyways. Not a good idea. My car overheated again, but this time I was in more traffic than I was before with no place whatsoever to pull off. After many stressful moments I was able to turn at a light and get to a gas station. I am still oblivious as to what I was going to do, so I cried out to God, and a moment later a man came up and asked if I needed help. I told him yes, and so he helped me. It turns out this man was homeless and pretty disenfranchised with life. He asked me for money to get some food, and since he helped me I was willing to oblige, only I told him it would be better if I could just go buy him food instead. He agreed and so we went to Burger Street and I bought him a meal and sat down to talk with him. I told him many things and he, in turn, told me many things. When I was about to leave he said something really interesting. He said "God made your car do what it did, so that you would come and talk to me, and I am encouraged by our talk, because I was really depressed before you came" I told him that I agreed that God had sent me, and that I was glad that He did. Tears welled up in my eyes as I left, and I don't really know why. God works through all our pain and His hand is in every part of our life. Look for opportunities to love when the bad times are upon you.

The Truth

2005-03-06T14:04:00.000-08:00

Why is it that people cannot handle the truth? Why do they strive for something that is so fantastical that when they realize they are chasing the wind they get furious and frustrated with life? The truth cuts like a knife. Not because of what it is, but because we are so in love with what is false, (long time enemy of truth), that in order for truth to win it must, in fact, do battle with us. Truth may offer us pain for a time, (while it breaks us of all our fantasies), but in the end it will give us life.
My heart aches and my soul cringes every time I see someone who is in love with what is false. Blinded by their selfish ambition to obtain what they want, they abstain from truth and find that their cup is dry and they are dying of thirst. Oh sweetness! Your longing is for the grave, and there is one that you seek that will help you get there! Forsake him and come find yourself in truth.

When faced with yourself

2005-03-04T21:54:00.000-08:00

I have made several conclusions as to who I am. Within these conclusions I have also found out who I am not. The trouble comes when I strive to be something else. There is no peace in this. I am a people person gifted with the ability to make people laugh and feel comfortable. Why is it that this gift seems to be squandered in my life? I am rarely with people, but when I am it is very fruitful. I find myself withdrawing, and slinking into the shadows like Gollum or something. True joy in me is found when I can make someone smile, or even laugh hysterically. I think I am afraid of something, something that will cause me to lose comfort and strain myself. There are a lot of people that could use some joy in their life. Can I be the instrument that delivers this?

Returned

2005-03-04T15:35:00.000-08:00

My loyal followers. This is the place that I will be posting my daily thoughts. Really, I will. Today I had lunch with some of Dallas' elite and we discussed issues that were of no significance to eternity. Hey, when you got money you don't need reasons to do what you do. Crapromedia is addicting. Too addicting. That is all for now.

The Way

2004-11-20T17:10:00.000-08:00

In a world that has many answers to the longing that is in poeple in regard to God, I am happy that my faith is firm in Jesus Christ. There are as many interpretations to life and the after-life as there are people, but where I have and will continue to stake my claim is in Jesus Christ of the Holy Bible. I will hold fast to Him and to all that following Him requires. I refuse to take an easy way out and join the masses in a victory march to hell. I am picking up my cross to follow Him and I know that there is no road back from where I am coming. Peace and grace to all that are encouraged by this.

I can't sleep at night.

2004-11-08T22:28:00.000-08:00

Tired? Yes. Sleep? No.

My mind is awake with thousands of thoughts it seems. When I stop to consider why, I find myself lacking an answer. It would be nice if I was up solving the world's problems by coming up with the perfect solutions, but I am not. I am simply thinking about irrelevant stuff, like what I ate that day and why my professor looked at me a certain way. It is pretty silly once you consider it. Maybe the sandman doesn't like coming to my neighborhood.

The Start

2004-11-08T21:44:00.000-08:00

Well. Here I am.

I have started a blog for the purpose of airing my thoughts to the public. I hope anyone who visits will find this place to your liking. Do not come in here expecting much, but what you can expect is that I will be honest and hopefully encouraging in all that I write. Your comments are welcome, but I hope that you will express them in a kind way.