Why the hell are you hiding from me?

Why the hell are you hiding from me?

I just saw you! You were right there! I walked up to that microphone
tonight, I looked up, a song just about came out, and that's when I
saw you! God damned it! Enigma, stop doing this. I know who you are,
and I will find you! I'm closer than ever. I'm climbing that mountain,
and it's snowing hard now, but I'm still coming, so be prepared!

We fought eachother hard today! It has been a while, but not by
choice! If you are convinced that you can pull me down, you're wrong!
Where is it that I stand that you ASSUME that I cannot see your game?
For it is with the swipe of a card that I will taste that burning pain
again, and I cannot wait! The drink calls to me, and the hurt tears at
me. You have no idea, Enigma, you have no idea what you do to me! Why
do you not tell her who you are? Are you afraid? I know your secrets,
I can expose you! I know she only knows you as 'E'! You coward! But
yet, I know! I understand! Again, you will never have her, yet you
want her! She is not the one! You will know her by the song!

And so it is, I turn to music, and I shall dream of whiskey! The stage
will come, Enigma, it is closer than you can dream! You saw me there
tonight! It was me who was about to let it all release into that
microphone! The stage, it calls to me, buy for now, I drug myself with
music made by others, and I dream of the sweet burning pain of the
whiskey I want so badly!

C S Martin

A time to cry.

A time to cry.

So here I am laying here on the couch of the friends whom I have let
down, and yet, they accept me for who I am. For it is they who are
more Christlike than I could ever hope to be. And what is it that the
setting sun has offered that could be so beautiful as your rise again
the next day? Could the despair be so bleak as to never see light
again? Oh, how she makes by heart beat, how her words are as the ebb
to my flow. So lovely is she that I can not see! I have told her that
I am a poet; but not, and nor, am I! I simply love the flow of the
words at my fingertips.

Fear consumes my career, and yet, I do not have faith! I fail again.
It is hope and faith on my arm, my two girls, yet, I have forgotten
their names! Hope, and Faith! Hope and Faith! My girls! Do I wear by
heart on my sleeve? As it is, it is so.

A new stage comes into my day, and it is a stage which follows the
setting sun. Stage West! Do I fear? Hope? Faith? Do you abound within
me? I should want you to know!

For now, I will pass to the night, remembering of Jocelyn, and the
sparrows which brought me home! I shall remember the god who brought
me here in the first place!

As I listen to this familiar voice singing new songs, I see this as a
time to pray...a time to cry!

C S Martin

C S Martin - or me?

C S Martin - or me?

A simple entry is to be written here. My blog is going to take a new
(old) direction. I am going to let C S Martin speak more through it.
It will become a blend of the words of the day, and the words of the
heart. For it is now that the sun shines warm enough to lay in waiting
for the rains to come and cleanse the grime from these days. The snow
has passed, and with it, the secrets held under it's pristine surface.

C S Martin
http://csmartin.blogspot.com

A day full of new opportunity!

A day full of new opportunity!

So yeah! What does a guy say about a kickass day like yesterday? Let's
start off by saying this....

So I went to Chestrtmere to meet about part time work running a
portable climbing wall. I met with the guy, and it looks like I
definitely got it. I ended up staying for four hours to work for him
belaying. It was absolutely awesome! I love how I end up doing things
I love for money. That is the way the world should be. Work at what
you love, and be happy!

After that, I went to Adam's party and saw his family and we went out
to Blue Like Jazz at West Side Kings Church. That was a well spent ten
bucks! It was very well done! Later, we returned to his house to play
some poker, and hang out. I was in the company of great people, and
one in particular who lead the feel of the whole evening. It was a
memorable night because of one individual. I do want to let the writer
in me explain how things felt last night, so here he is, ladies and
gentlemen, please welcome C S Martin!!!

What then is it that a fool does not see when the sun has set, the
blood flows and the heart beats? How can you say that you are not
enamoured with the eyes of a soul which continue to search into your
own as though it is somewhere within yourself that they may find an
answer? Two dark windows. Two! So alluring are they, that to look into
them is to look through them into something I will grow to want! What
would it be to search so deep into them as though to search for one's
future? Is it possible? Or does a man know himself to be against the
odds of all other men, and not even try?! For a prize is to be won,
and a prize to be sought is one which would be gained for life, and
give to you new life when the time becomes right! Would it not be so
simple as to just ask and hope to recieve the wanted answer in return?
Aah, but only in a fairy tale can it be so!

So there it is. A glimpse into last night!

Cheers

C S Martin
http://csmartin.blogspot.com