The Ultimate Power

If I close my eyes for only a second, I am blind. The world is a darkness impenetrable, and I am it's captive, still and breathing in a blanket of nothingness.

If I close my ears to what all is said, I am deaf. My head is filled with the silence of my own thoughts, and nothing but the bells and whistles from within are to be heard.

If I reach out to nothing, I feel not. I am now immovable. Neither the prick, nor pain, nor searing that comes with loss and goodbyes can ever burn me.

I am the stronghold that no one can overthrow, that none might break, and that time has no capacity to grind down. In this way, I have become invincible.

But I have become invincible without love.

For love looks with eyes of kindness, it looks to those who hurt with sympathy. Love's eyes do not scorn, they do not push the needy away, nor do they flee when help is sought from them. Love is kind, and it's eyes see beyond the surface.

And love hears with ears of patience, it finds the voices in the distance crying out for aid, and it answers. Love's ears are not closed to those who look for a friend, those who search for someone to confide in and to depend upon. Love is patient, and it's ears are willing to listen.

Finally, love endures. It does not shrink away from all that is harsh and prickly on the outside. Love does not simply collapse and wither away when rejected. Instead, love will grow stronger, and in all abundance it will blossom, finding the thorns, and replacing them with gentle flowers of grace, mercy, and righteousness. Love will endure through all, and is stronger than that which is called invincibility.

Love is the ultimate power. And none who stand against it will stand for long.

Salad Basket || Adam Young

I was just realizing how every time I hear the ending of this song I want it to be a soundtrack of life.
If I were one of those people who dance in their car, this is what would be blasting out of my stereo system.

Ummumumumumuuum...unexplainable musicly-induced emotions anyone?

Let It All Out || Relient K

Let it all out
Get it all out
Rip it out remove it
Don't be alarmed
When the wound begins to bleed

Cause we're so scared to find out
What this life's all about
So scared we're going to lose it
Not knowing all along
That's exactly what we need

And today I will trust you with the confidence
Of a man who's never known defeat
But tomorrow, upon hearing what I did
I will stare at you in disbelief
Oh, inconsistent me
Crying out for consistency

[Chorus:]
And you said I know that this will hurt
But if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse
If the burden seems too much to bear
Remember
The end will justify the pain it took to get us there

And I'll let it be known
At times I have shown
Signs of all my weakness
But somewhere in me
There is strength

And you promise me
That you believe
In time I will defeat this
Cause somewhere in me
There is strength

And today I will trust you with the confidence
Of a man who's never known defeat
And I'll try my best to just forget
That that man isn't me

[Chorus x2]

Reach out to me
Make my heart brand new
Every beat will be for you
For you

And I know you know
You touched my life
When you touched my heavy heart and made it light

My Dreams Tell Me Stories

I woke up from a series of weird dreams this morning.
Most of my dreams include me having to fend off enemies with my trusty hobbit sword. Everything gets rather violent and 007 actionish. Dreaming is my way of entertaining myself during recharge mode, and I love it when I surprise myself with imaginary plots and subconscious characters. Last night part of my escapade included duelling a minion of some bad-guy-villain-or-other. He wasn't human though, instead he was a creation of Bad-Guy-Villain...and he looked strangely like a man with a giant maple leaf strapped to his back. Obviously, he had chameleon powers, because every time he weaved his way in and out of the forest that we were combating in, his entire body and clothing attire would change color. Later on in my dream, "Leaf Man" became a good guy, realizing that his former master (for some reason, Bad-Guy-Villain seemed to really be into creating non-human camouflage/chameleon followers) was in the wrong.

I can't remember if there was ever a conclusion, but after waking up, taking a horseback riding lesson, and showering, I could still picture both Leaf Man and Bad-Guy-Villain clearly in my head. (It helped that they had taken on a sort of Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra look in my dreamstate.) So I went ahead and drew out Leaf Man (right).

I was lazy and didn't scan these.
Instead I just snapped photos.

He's kind of unfinished. 

...For clarification, this is sort of my revised vision of the image that future Leaf Man could take on. He didn't quite look so legit in my dream...more like a guy with a giant onesy and globish facial expressions.

The other picture (left), is entitled "Chrissy".
This was a doodle that I drew up on Friday with a friend of mine. She lives in a treehouse. And we think she's pretty cool.




Copy That,
K-Minty

Updeedupdeedating

It's time to update you.

To begin, I have submitted my Doodle4Goodle entry (Argh. I hate the way that sounds. Reminds me of a preschool art contest.). My result could be interpreted as a disaster, but by now I'm rather fond of my little cartoon dewds and dewdette.

copyright KP 2013

There's that. 

Remember to vote for the finalists on May 1st, 2013. 

Second, I have been doing no writing whatsoever. Unless you decide to include my 2-page bio on GK Chesterton, I can readily assure you that I've not been plotting or penning plot for a very long stretch of timey-whimeyness. 

In theory, this is because of my big art break that I've been going through. Art shows and contests can be taxing on your wordiness. Seeing as every picture is worth a thousand words...well, I've been doodling a lot of pictures.

Putting aside my theory though---I will bluntly confess to my habit of gravitation towards poems and shorter works of fiction. I have a thing about time management that makes it really hard to manage to finish a project. 

(One reason why working under pressure works for me.)

Leaving my ideas and creations half-done and half-alive is what I do. And I guess it takes a kick in the pants to get me to actually complete stuff. 

(And here we have a great point as to why NaNoWriMo is so wonderful!) 

Third, it's the end of March. So much time is draining through my hands, and it's not even funny. There's talk of vacation trips in May, and it's really not cool that May is only a few measly weeks down the road from here. 

I am dreading April for a few reasons, and of them the least: April means hot weather. Like 90 degrees F. weather and frying asphalt burning your face up from below weather. Eeew. 

---Haha! just wait until we hit JUNE. That's when the tourists begin to shrivel up and we see little piles of ash on the sidewalks from the heat incineration. 

Finally...

I feel like I should cap this post up with some sort of evaluation of how great or terrible life is or has been. At the moment, that's a very difficult thing for me to do. "Life is a barrel of apples", they say, or "a box of chocolates" or "a confusing place". 

I guess all are true. 

So if you need me, I'll be eating my chocolate-dipped apples with a puzzled look on my face. 

Kismint

Smiling Identity

Salad Bugs, if you wish to read them. 
___

It's such a bittersweet place around here.

I can't shake the feeling that you're distracted somehow. Come to think of it, I guess I am too. I just wonder so many things that it hurts, and the circles under your eyes are really making me feel for you. If I could help, I would. And sometimes I truly think that I can say that because I have firm belief that you would do the same for me.
---At least, it's my dearest hope that you would. But who can say?
We won't go down that road. Not now, probably not never.
...But that was an unintentionally double negative and I'm really uncertain over what I meant and what came out. Uncertainty just rules the world around here. It's kind of painful sometimes.

I once told you that I didn't like it when people got mad at me, but I asked you to yell in my face earlier. Things are so shifty, and we're gliding slowly down a landslide. You just looked at me---confused, and asked me "When have I ever been mad at you?".
Good point.

Now that I think about it, I just now realize that your eyes have been green today.
And now that I that I think about it again, only now realize that the land of hot air balloons happens to be taking away both of my blue-to-gray-to-green-and-backs.
Just a few hours ago, everything was okay. But as usual, you continue to make my life more complicated, and I'm not afraid to say it. I'm also not afraid to be honest and say that I'm the one who's to blame. You aren't. You don't deserve to be. ---blamed, I mean. I don't know what else you don't deserve to be, but I only want you to see clearly. I want you to see that I'm the blind one, and I'm the once who's putting the dents in the wall and blaming them on you.

Something about your smile steals my identity.

___

K-Minty

Pictures - Volume 2

I brang you pictures.
Pause at 0:00 to view hidden photo.
The second-to-last is a collection of art fair entries. I meant to show them to you earlier. Three out of four of them placed.

Good night,
Good morning,
K-Minty