Imprisoned by my own freedom.
Trapped by my own shackles
While the key lies in my hand.
A glass cage surrounds me
Keeping me from touching the beauty around me.
Self-destruction is my only redemption.
Pain my only source of joy.
To live a life I do not want
And want a life I do not live.
Why do I do this?
Because I do want the life I live.
Thoughts fly free through the glass
And my mind is not caged.
My body is in slavery
But my heart roams freely.
I love those I love.
I love those I hate.
I have been given more in this cage
Than most have received in their lives.
I have been given the love of my life
Who I can spend everyday with.
I would not trade that for anything.
Am I really imprisoned
Or I am free?
I have home for living
Bread for eating
A family for loving.
I have all that I need
But not all that I want.
Do I need all that I want?
No.
I am free.
Free to enjoy the things I have been blessed with.
This blessed cage
Is not a cage at all.
It is freedom.
Freedom from a life without walls.
Without walls I could wander.
Wander far from home
Or far from where I belong.
I love the life I'm given.
As I realize the blessing I have
I notice that there never was any glass.
I am free.
Through Christ I am free.
I love my wife.
I love my son.
I love my family.
I love my life.
I love my God.
Thank you, Lord, for my blessed cage.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
One Big Loss
You only think you win while in reality you are so warped in you own delusions you do not realize that you lost. You lost before we even began this dance of fate. Time has betrayed you into thinking you ever had a chance to begin with. You think life has dealt you adequate cards to play the game however what you do not realize is that I am, in fact, the dealer and the deck is loaded my friend. Profit is not measured in pennies and dimes but in silent and unknown victories. To allow one to think they are profiting from a situation is the ultimate victory. When someone thinks they know the system that is exactly when they are beaten. One big loss when they victim is assured they will win is all it takes to ruin the soul. Life becomes daunting and dangerous. When you realize everything you thought you knew was an elaborate scheme to make you feel safe, it is then you shall truly know you were never safe and never will be safe again. Victory has eluded you just as logic has. Come Luke, join the Dark Side. We have cookies.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
That One Big Rock
Here is another random splurge (word?) of information from yours truly, Cory Goyer.
This was a concept I pieced together the first time I ever went to the Czech Republic and then to Mexico. I call it "Cory Goyer's theory of the moon.
I was a young man who was going on not one but two mission trips back-to-back. It was over a month that I was gone and that was the longest period of time I had ever been away from home.
I missed Montana.
Another little spiget (word?) of information about me is; I love Montana. I really do. I think it is an amazing place. Where I live is beautiful and a great place to live. The summers are awesome. The winters are awful. I love this place.
So by the time I had the left the Czech republic and flew straight to San Diego I had started to miss home. A lot.
Now don't get me wrong I wasn't some awful crybaby just whining and complaining and wishing I could go home to my nice bed and drinkable water. I was homesick yes, but I very much enjoyed my time in Mexico. Some of the greatest God experiences in my life. Was such a fun and fulfilling experience.
I did miss Montana.
One of the nights we were walking around I started feeling a little more homesick then normal. I still had over a week before I got to go home and was just missing the place I love. It was fairly dark out and there was a big bright moon. As I looked up at the moon I thought how nice it would be to look at the big beautiful moon in Montana.
It hit me like an unhappy hippo.
It is the same moon.
Yup. The moon I was looking at right now was the exact same moon I look at in Montana. In fact being that we were in Baha California there was a very good chance that people in Montana were looking at the very same moon right now.
I was so dumbfounded and bewizzled (word?) that I actually laughed out loud which caused several people to give me quite puzzled looks. I didn't care if they thought I was a freak. I just figured out something amazing.
Now you may be saying to yourself "of course it is the same moon". If you said that to yourself, be afraid, I can read your mind.
The cool thing was not finally realizing that it was in fact the same moon but that I could look at the same moon from, well, anywhere. No matter where you are on the planet you can see the moon.
Not at all times mind you. For example those who live in very high latitudes (approaching the poles) have certain times of the month where they cannot see the moon at all. If given enough time though they will be able to look at the very same moon you and I do.
Even in the southern hemisphere they look at the very same moon. The moon looks different to those in the southern hemisphere. If you were to compare the moon in the southern hemisphere (Australia for example) to the moon in the northern hemisphere (Montana for example) it would look upside down.
Yup. The people in Australia actually see the moon upside down. How weird are they?
I find it fascinating to think that no matter where we are we can all look at the same moon.
Most of my family lives in Arkansas and I live in Montana. I get to see the very same moon they do. When I was in Mexico I get to gaze upon the same moon as Montana. No matter where I go or how far I travel from home I get to look at the same moon.
The moon makes me feel like home, everywhere.
The other cool thing the moon does is it connects us. The above mentioned states talked about how I like the moon because it makes me feel good and feel closer to home anywhere, but the moon does that for more than just me.
Like I said, my family lives in Arkansas, thousands of miles away. Even though the are so far we are united by the same moon.
In fact, everyone on the planet is united by the same moon. We all get to look at it and by looking at it we are connected while being separate.
Some people look at the moon in wonder and awe. Some look at just because it is there. Other don't even process the fact that they see the moon in the night sky since it is such a common sight.
Whatever the purpose or reason someone looks at the moon the fact remains; it is the same moon.
So my ultimate purpose is this; when you look at the moon think of me, your friendly neighborhood Cory Goyer. When you look at the moon think of your loved ones who may be far away. When you look at the moon think those you don't even know who is looking at the same moon with you. When you are far away then look at and think of home. That one big rock in the sky can be a point of connection to anyone and anywhere on the planet.
I like the moon. Do you?
This was a concept I pieced together the first time I ever went to the Czech Republic and then to Mexico. I call it "Cory Goyer's theory of the moon.
I was a young man who was going on not one but two mission trips back-to-back. It was over a month that I was gone and that was the longest period of time I had ever been away from home.
I missed Montana.
Another little spiget (word?) of information about me is; I love Montana. I really do. I think it is an amazing place. Where I live is beautiful and a great place to live. The summers are awesome. The winters are awful. I love this place.
So by the time I had the left the Czech republic and flew straight to San Diego I had started to miss home. A lot.
Now don't get me wrong I wasn't some awful crybaby just whining and complaining and wishing I could go home to my nice bed and drinkable water. I was homesick yes, but I very much enjoyed my time in Mexico. Some of the greatest God experiences in my life. Was such a fun and fulfilling experience.
I did miss Montana.
One of the nights we were walking around I started feeling a little more homesick then normal. I still had over a week before I got to go home and was just missing the place I love. It was fairly dark out and there was a big bright moon. As I looked up at the moon I thought how nice it would be to look at the big beautiful moon in Montana.
It hit me like an unhappy hippo.
It is the same moon.
Yup. The moon I was looking at right now was the exact same moon I look at in Montana. In fact being that we were in Baha California there was a very good chance that people in Montana were looking at the very same moon right now.
I was so dumbfounded and bewizzled (word?) that I actually laughed out loud which caused several people to give me quite puzzled looks. I didn't care if they thought I was a freak. I just figured out something amazing.
Now you may be saying to yourself "of course it is the same moon". If you said that to yourself, be afraid, I can read your mind.
The cool thing was not finally realizing that it was in fact the same moon but that I could look at the same moon from, well, anywhere. No matter where you are on the planet you can see the moon.
Not at all times mind you. For example those who live in very high latitudes (approaching the poles) have certain times of the month where they cannot see the moon at all. If given enough time though they will be able to look at the very same moon you and I do.
Even in the southern hemisphere they look at the very same moon. The moon looks different to those in the southern hemisphere. If you were to compare the moon in the southern hemisphere (Australia for example) to the moon in the northern hemisphere (Montana for example) it would look upside down.
Yup. The people in Australia actually see the moon upside down. How weird are they?
I find it fascinating to think that no matter where we are we can all look at the same moon.
Most of my family lives in Arkansas and I live in Montana. I get to see the very same moon they do. When I was in Mexico I get to gaze upon the same moon as Montana. No matter where I go or how far I travel from home I get to look at the same moon.
The moon makes me feel like home, everywhere.
The other cool thing the moon does is it connects us. The above mentioned states talked about how I like the moon because it makes me feel good and feel closer to home anywhere, but the moon does that for more than just me.
Like I said, my family lives in Arkansas, thousands of miles away. Even though the are so far we are united by the same moon.
In fact, everyone on the planet is united by the same moon. We all get to look at it and by looking at it we are connected while being separate.
Some people look at the moon in wonder and awe. Some look at just because it is there. Other don't even process the fact that they see the moon in the night sky since it is such a common sight.
Whatever the purpose or reason someone looks at the moon the fact remains; it is the same moon.
So my ultimate purpose is this; when you look at the moon think of me, your friendly neighborhood Cory Goyer. When you look at the moon think of your loved ones who may be far away. When you look at the moon think those you don't even know who is looking at the same moon with you. When you are far away then look at and think of home. That one big rock in the sky can be a point of connection to anyone and anywhere on the planet.
I like the moon. Do you?
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
A Different Shade of Blue
"If I saw the world in a different shade of blue, how would you know unless I showed you?"
Above is a "catchphrase" that I created a long time ago. Now I am by know means saying I was the very first person in the whole entire world in the history of mankind to say that sentence, I'm just the first I know of.
The whole point of seeing the world in a different shade of blue stemmed from me wondering if every single human being saw the same colors. Now right off the bat we know they don't. Some people are colorblind. Some people are partially colorblind. I'm sure that there are other problems that cause people to see different colors as well. And we won't even go into drugs that claim to let you see things you couldn't see before.
Putting all that aside my thoughts were this: how do we know that when you and I see the a blue wall that we are seeing the same color?
Now granted we both call it blue. It is blue. It's color IS blue. But I might see differently than you.
Let's say that if I were to temporarily take over your body (creepy I know, just role with this) and look at the same blue wall I just looked at, what would I see? Would I see the same blue? Or maybe you mind interprets colors differently and what I was now seeing I would call red.
Get it?
Your "blue" might be my "red".
Trippy? Probably not.
Most people don't think like I do. Most people don't ponder what colors would be if they body-swapped with their friends.
But now that I am older (this epiphany came to me in early college) I take my little catchphrase a little differently.
See, the world has many, many colors. Blues, reds, greens, whites and so forth. Now these "colors" are not actually colors but opinions and thought processes.
Thought processes? Who in the world talks like that? Well, I do. I say thought processes for a very specific reason. I like the term "thought process" because it really is a process.
Everyone see's the world differently. That is what being human is about. It is impossible to see the world the same as anyone else. You will always have different ideas and opinions and thought processes than someone else. It doens't matter how alike you are with your best friend, your wife, your siblings, your parents, the fact remains that you will see the world in a slightly (sometimes drastically) different shade.
It is all about your thought process. What made you think what you are thinking now? Hopefully if you are reading this you are thinking about yourself thinking about this post. Becuase I am telling you to think about thinking about this you should be thinking about it (lol). So what you are thinking right now should be pretty simple to trace your thought process. But what about other things?
What was your thought process when you decided you don't like brocolli? What was your thought process when you decided to vote for a president? What was your thought process when you chose your major in college?
Now some (ok most (ok all)) of these have to do with experiences in life. Maybe you ate some overcooked brocolli when you were little and it left you with a bad experience. Maybe one candidate had a veiw you didn't like so you voted for the other guy.
But it all comes down to how we view the world. What colors we see. What we think.
Back to what I was very first talking about, picture this: I take over your body like I did before (creepy again) but this time instead of looking at a blue wall I looked at politics or food or people or any number of things. Would I be surprised? Would I be shocked to see the world how you did? I'm not seeing a difference in color but a difference in perspective, in life.
Looking through your eyes what am I going to see? A whole new shade of blue.
I love people. I love how people think. What caused tham to think what they and do what they do.
"If I saw the world in a different shade of blue, how would you know unless I showed you?"
We have to share with the world our views, our shades. People won't know unless you show them. How could they? They see things completely differently.
Now you don't have to be mean about it. Or rude. Or indignant. But share. Share your shades. I want to see them.
What is your shade of blue?
Above is a "catchphrase" that I created a long time ago. Now I am by know means saying I was the very first person in the whole entire world in the history of mankind to say that sentence, I'm just the first I know of.
The whole point of seeing the world in a different shade of blue stemmed from me wondering if every single human being saw the same colors. Now right off the bat we know they don't. Some people are colorblind. Some people are partially colorblind. I'm sure that there are other problems that cause people to see different colors as well. And we won't even go into drugs that claim to let you see things you couldn't see before.
Putting all that aside my thoughts were this: how do we know that when you and I see the a blue wall that we are seeing the same color?
Now granted we both call it blue. It is blue. It's color IS blue. But I might see differently than you.
Let's say that if I were to temporarily take over your body (creepy I know, just role with this) and look at the same blue wall I just looked at, what would I see? Would I see the same blue? Or maybe you mind interprets colors differently and what I was now seeing I would call red.
Get it?
Your "blue" might be my "red".
Trippy? Probably not.
Most people don't think like I do. Most people don't ponder what colors would be if they body-swapped with their friends.
But now that I am older (this epiphany came to me in early college) I take my little catchphrase a little differently.
See, the world has many, many colors. Blues, reds, greens, whites and so forth. Now these "colors" are not actually colors but opinions and thought processes.
Thought processes? Who in the world talks like that? Well, I do. I say thought processes for a very specific reason. I like the term "thought process" because it really is a process.
Everyone see's the world differently. That is what being human is about. It is impossible to see the world the same as anyone else. You will always have different ideas and opinions and thought processes than someone else. It doens't matter how alike you are with your best friend, your wife, your siblings, your parents, the fact remains that you will see the world in a slightly (sometimes drastically) different shade.
It is all about your thought process. What made you think what you are thinking now? Hopefully if you are reading this you are thinking about yourself thinking about this post. Becuase I am telling you to think about thinking about this you should be thinking about it (lol). So what you are thinking right now should be pretty simple to trace your thought process. But what about other things?
What was your thought process when you decided you don't like brocolli? What was your thought process when you decided to vote for a president? What was your thought process when you chose your major in college?
Now some (ok most (ok all)) of these have to do with experiences in life. Maybe you ate some overcooked brocolli when you were little and it left you with a bad experience. Maybe one candidate had a veiw you didn't like so you voted for the other guy.
But it all comes down to how we view the world. What colors we see. What we think.
Back to what I was very first talking about, picture this: I take over your body like I did before (creepy again) but this time instead of looking at a blue wall I looked at politics or food or people or any number of things. Would I be surprised? Would I be shocked to see the world how you did? I'm not seeing a difference in color but a difference in perspective, in life.
Looking through your eyes what am I going to see? A whole new shade of blue.
I love people. I love how people think. What caused tham to think what they and do what they do.
"If I saw the world in a different shade of blue, how would you know unless I showed you?"
We have to share with the world our views, our shades. People won't know unless you show them. How could they? They see things completely differently.
Now you don't have to be mean about it. Or rude. Or indignant. But share. Share your shades. I want to see them.
What is your shade of blue?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Look At All The Sheeple
Look at all the sheeple
They all fall in line
One at a time
It's all so concise
So very precise
As if they share one mind
One purpose that is none
One reason that is done
When the wolves run the herd
Only their voice is heard
And every thought is from their head
As we feed them their bread
Look at all the sheeple
Led no longer by the Shepherd
Instead they turn away
Instead they run away
Led by the lion
To the edge of a cliff
To an unseen abyss
As they all start lying
Not only to themselves
But also to each other
Follow me
Follow us
One, two, here we go
And off the edge they follow
The wolves and lion feast
Or then dine at the least
But the Shepherd has returned
He is calling to His sheep
"Come this way
Away from the wolves
Away from the lions
I call you, follow me"
Some sheeple listen
Most sheeple don't
He cries to them
"Why can't you see?
To conform is to die
To be the same is to die
This world want you to die
The wolves feast on you
The lions devour you
Come with me and live"
Some sheeple listen
Most sheeple don't
Now all the shepherds people
Turn and follow Him
They begin to cry out as well
"Come and follow Him!
He has opened our eyes
We are no longer the sheeple
That we once were
We have found a new way!"
Some sheeple listen
Most sheeple don't
And now the sheeple die
And the wolves and the lions
Enjoy their dinner
Those with the shepherd
His people
Enjoy a new life
A full life
Look at all the sheeple
Why can't they see?
"You laugh at me because I am different. I laugh at you because you're all the same."
They all fall in line
One at a time
It's all so concise
So very precise
As if they share one mind
One purpose that is none
One reason that is done
When the wolves run the herd
Only their voice is heard
And every thought is from their head
As we feed them their bread
Look at all the sheeple
Led no longer by the Shepherd
Instead they turn away
Instead they run away
Led by the lion
To the edge of a cliff
To an unseen abyss
As they all start lying
Not only to themselves
But also to each other
Follow me
Follow us
One, two, here we go
And off the edge they follow
The wolves and lion feast
Or then dine at the least
But the Shepherd has returned
He is calling to His sheep
"Come this way
Away from the wolves
Away from the lions
I call you, follow me"
Some sheeple listen
Most sheeple don't
He cries to them
"Why can't you see?
To conform is to die
To be the same is to die
This world want you to die
The wolves feast on you
The lions devour you
Come with me and live"
Some sheeple listen
Most sheeple don't
Now all the shepherds people
Turn and follow Him
They begin to cry out as well
"Come and follow Him!
He has opened our eyes
We are no longer the sheeple
That we once were
We have found a new way!"
Some sheeple listen
Most sheeple don't
And now the sheeple die
And the wolves and the lions
Enjoy their dinner
Those with the shepherd
His people
Enjoy a new life
A full life
Look at all the sheeple
Why can't they see?
"You laugh at me because I am different. I laugh at you because you're all the same."
Monday, November 2, 2009
My Kite
Verse 1:
The wind is blowing so hard.
Tonight I've come so far.
I don't know what else to say to you.
I know what you've told me.
But I know you're the only.
I don't know what else to say to you.
Bridge:
Just being with you gets me this way.
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far.
Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can make me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Verse 2:
This crazy wind at my back.
My heart's under attack.
I'm being blown in her direction.
Like a raging hurricane,
I'm helpless to stop a thing.
I'm being blown in her direction.
Bridge:
Just talking to you gets me this way.
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far.
Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can get me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Bridge:
I'm being blown in your direction...
Just being with you gets me this way...
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far. Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can get me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
The wind is blowing so hard.
Tonight I've come so far.
I don't know what else to say to you.
I know what you've told me.
But I know you're the only.
I don't know what else to say to you.
Bridge:
Just being with you gets me this way.
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far.
Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can make me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Verse 2:
This crazy wind at my back.
My heart's under attack.
I'm being blown in her direction.
Like a raging hurricane,
I'm helpless to stop a thing.
I'm being blown in her direction.
Bridge:
Just talking to you gets me this way.
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far.
Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can get me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Bridge:
I'm being blown in your direction...
Just being with you gets me this way...
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far. Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can get me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
The End
The End
Chorus:
This is the end
This is the end of everything I ever knew
This is the end
This is the end when everything is falling through
This is the end of me No more pain, no more lies; no more frustration; I’ma give my life a new dedication
This is the end
This is the end of life as I always knew it
This is the end
My second chance cuz the first time I blew it
This is the end Of me
Verse:
This is the end of everything that I ever ‘held dear’
This is the end of my pain, my lies, my hate, my fears
This is the end of life, and of blood, of breath
It’s time to reach out for the fallout and take the next step
Off the cliff into the abyss and blackness of my self
And as I fall into the darkness I escape my hell
Because the blackness all around me is not fear that surrounds me
But instead a blanket of grace that has found me
And I know that you know who I was long ago
But I know that side of me will no longer show
I am changed, rearranged, irrefutably saved
And I know that this life will never be the same
This is the end of the beginning, the beginning of the end
If you don’t understand go back to what we first said
Because
Chorus:
This is the end
This is the end of everything I ever knew
This is the end
This is the end when everything is falling through
This is the end of me
No more pain, no more lies; no more frustration; I’ma give my life a new dedication
This is the end
This is the end of life as I always knew it
This is the end
My second chance cuz the first time I blew it
This is the end of me
Verse:
This is the end
Of my old life; the beginning of my new one
This is the end
To erase my past and step into the person I’ve become
This is the end
Of what I’ve done and who I’m running away from
This is the end
I’m ending who I was; stopped marching to the drums
This is the end
I’m letting go; I’m breaking free; getting away from all of me
This is the end
I’m escaping all I’ve ever done, my new life has begun
This is the end
I’m running the race that I have already won
This is the end
Fall into me; my time is gone
Only in silence I belong
To be forgotten in this place
Recaptured only by the grace
I found forgiveness in its strength
It brings me back to finding faith
Pure light has given me these wings
And through it now I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end of me
Chorus:
This is the end
This is the end of everything I ever knew
This is the end
This is the end when everything is falling through
This is the end of me No more pain, no more lies; no more frustration; I’ma give my life a new dedication
This is the end
This is the end of life as I always knew it
This is the end
My second chance cuz the first time I blew it
This is the end Of me
Verse:
This is the end of everything that I ever ‘held dear’
This is the end of my pain, my lies, my hate, my fears
This is the end of life, and of blood, of breath
It’s time to reach out for the fallout and take the next step
Off the cliff into the abyss and blackness of my self
And as I fall into the darkness I escape my hell
Because the blackness all around me is not fear that surrounds me
But instead a blanket of grace that has found me
And I know that you know who I was long ago
But I know that side of me will no longer show
I am changed, rearranged, irrefutably saved
And I know that this life will never be the same
This is the end of the beginning, the beginning of the end
If you don’t understand go back to what we first said
Because
Chorus:
This is the end
This is the end of everything I ever knew
This is the end
This is the end when everything is falling through
This is the end of me
No more pain, no more lies; no more frustration; I’ma give my life a new dedication
This is the end
This is the end of life as I always knew it
This is the end
My second chance cuz the first time I blew it
This is the end of me
Verse:
This is the end
Of my old life; the beginning of my new one
This is the end
To erase my past and step into the person I’ve become
This is the end
Of what I’ve done and who I’m running away from
This is the end
I’m ending who I was; stopped marching to the drums
This is the end
I’m letting go; I’m breaking free; getting away from all of me
This is the end
I’m escaping all I’ve ever done, my new life has begun
This is the end
I’m running the race that I have already won
This is the end
Fall into me; my time is gone
Only in silence I belong
To be forgotten in this place
Recaptured only by the grace
I found forgiveness in its strength
It brings me back to finding faith
Pure light has given me these wings
And through it now I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end of me
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