Wayfaring Stranger

I ran across this song randomly, and it was a total blast to the past… I think I sang this once for church, but I can’t really remember, it was so long ago. Now that I’m older, it has so much more meaning. It’s so me, right?? hahah :P

Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
While journeying through
This world of woe,
Yeah, and there’s no sickness,
toil, nor danger,
In that bright land,
To which i go.

I’m going there to see my Father,
I’m going there,
No more to roam,
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I know dark clouds
Will gather on me,
I know my way,
is rough and steep,
Yeah, and golden fields
Lie just before me,
And God’s redeemed
Their vigils keep.

I’m going there to see my Mother,
I’m going there,
No more to roam,
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I want to wear
That crown of glory,
When I get home
To that good land,
Well, I want to shout
Salvation’s story,
In concert with
All the blood-washed band.

I’m going there to see my Saviour,
to sing His praise
forevermore,

I’m only going over Jordan,

I’m only going over home,

• 22 Feb 2013

crayola, ever faithful

for almost a year I’ve been trying to develop a more sophisticated art style, like the ones I envy from afar.

but despite this, there’s something very therapeutic about shameless animu style with my faithful colored pencils. It takes me back to the care free days of middle/high school.

• 19 Dec 2012

Ep 1M: Mirrors & the Stars in the Water

lionsantiques:

“Dreams are dark and bright,” M agrees, her low-cast eyes searching the steam from the tea. “And spaces are both small and large. Like the stars that touch at night when we see them from our window, but are cold and lonely planets in the sky. The sea feels the distance too, I think.

“When we cast off from the shore to drift among the stars, we feel closer to them, but it is also more lonely. It is a happy illusion, though. I could sleep here forever.

• 3 Nov 2012
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green

i took a walk with Him today, and I was amazed at the colors. Texan grass is often so dry and ugly, but it was so vivid and dappled under the singing trees.

Ah, so this is what it means.

beside me, I felt Him silently agree.

• 17 Oct 2012

ode to the rain

dug up some things from the uni. Originals!! of the same vein of Neruda’s Odes.

oda a la lluvia

las aguas
me lamen los pies
chorrean de mi cara
como lágrimas que se brillan
pero no son mías.

camino sobre el mar
con buena onda
con oler de gusano
me miro en el espejo del mundo
pero soy sombra

cuando llueve
es un mundo de sombras
de color
pasan sobre el espejo
y no sé cuales
son más reales

ode to the rain

the waters
lick up the sides of my feet
stream from my face
like tears that glow
but aren’t mine

walkway over the sea
it comes with a good feeling
with the scent of worms
I watch myself in the world’s mirror
but I am a shadow

when it rains
it is a world of shadows
of colors
they pass over the mirror
and I don’t know which
are more real

• 15 Oct 2012

the cage & ashes

the cage

by Alejandra Pizarnik

beyond, there is sun
it’s nothing more than a sun
but men watch it
and thereafter, sing

i know not the sun
but rather the angel’s song
and the heated sermon
of the final wind
i know how to scream until sunrise
when the dead spread themselves naked
over my shadow

i weep beneath my name
i crumple handkerchiefs to the night while the vessels thirsty for reality
dance with me
i hide the nails
to mock my sickest dreams

beyond, there is sun

and i dressed myself in ashes

ashes

by Alejandra Pizarnik

the night splinters into stars
illuminating, watching me
the air lashes out with hatred
embellishing your face
with song

soon, we shall go

mysterious dream
the ancient predecessor of my smile
the world is weary
where there is a padlock but no keys
terror, but no tears

what shall I do with myself?

because to You, I owe all that I am

but I have no tomorrows

because to You, I…

the night suffers on

• 7 Oct 2012

el arte del lenguaje

although my attempts to write regularly here have failed, recently I’ve been getting into the habit of translating works from Spanish into English. It’s reminiscent of my uni  classes… I realized that I miss it a lot.

So at least to keep creating and keep up at least my academic handle of the language, I’ll try to maintain this habit. We talked a good deal about translation when I was in school; there’s a very philosophical and artistic aspect to it.

My work will tend to be less literal and will hopefully form a poetry of its own… I don’t intend to emulate or recreate something these poets and songwriters before me have already made… mostly it’s for my own enjoyment because I like to play with words and meanings (especially since things sound less tacky and much more epic in Spanish compared to English… it’s a challenge I want to accept!!)

That’s all!!

• 1 Oct 2012
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In My Memory

In My Memory

original by Francisca Valenzuela

and may the land swallow me

and that the sea would carry me

that they undress me before the cold

and that they see me tremble

that I may be swallowed by the dark night

I am dark…

from afar I seek you and you’re not there

but I feel you all the same

how can I understand? how can I accept it?

that in my memories you exist, in my memory

that in my memories you exist, in my memory

there’s an emptiness that won’t cease insisting

there’s no meaning without feeling

you set off, and a small part of me went with you

from afar I seek you and you’re not there

but I feel you all the same

how can I understand? how can I accept it?

that in my memories you exist, in my memory

that in my memories you exist, in my memory

that in my memories you exist, and in…

I understand that it’s so late

you’re already far away creating

someplace I can’t go, it’s so far away

that place—you wait for me to come to that place

you wait for me to come - until I come to that place

from afar I seek you and you’re not there

but I feel you all the same

and how to understand— how to accept it?

that in my memories you exist, and in my memory and…

from afar I seek you, and from afar I have you

though you’re not there

and how to understand it… how to accept it?

that in my memories you exist, in my memory

• 27 Sep 2012