Brother Versus Brother

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I can tell by the color in your once docile eyes that everything is not alright. I'm running left and right, clicking back and forth to keep the tempo running like a metronome, but there is discord. The balancing act is never easy and becomes noticably more difficult when the opposing forces at work are the two you fall to the most... and suddenly turning to the voice of reason is turning me against my own family. There is anger, resentment, and someone got hurt. Face facts. Someone got hurt, even if you can prance ignorance to it all day long. Get this, he said: "Obviously this is hurting more than the friendship." WHAT?! When was the friendship ever even in jeopardy? Oh man... termites have been chewing for a while now. They have been eating away and I wasn't even clued in. The celebration is on pause and right now there is a tension under the surface that will blow over, but it will make its return on the wind soon enough. I have made my decision, but I refuse to choose sides. I refuse to let a temporary ebb of the tide fabricate a void in us. We are brothers under one loving Father, and Dad denounces pride. I'd ask you to swallow your pride but I won't in fear that one of you would smother yourself completely. The constant changing of the personal pedestal will never put you both at eye level, so get off. Step down and see this to its end like the real man would. I'll be here; I'm as much a part of this as either of you will allow me to be.



Let's meet at sea and let's meet there around mid-morning. The salt can wash it all away.

You Are Too.

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[Revelation 21:5 - And He who sat upon the throne said, "Behold! I make all things new."]



I will wait for the falling away. Patiently, I will wait for you to get them alone.



And speak a storm unto thier flames.

Restringing Life.

Wow. I really dislike my acoustic guitar. It is a rather cheap piece of wood and the intonation is out, and it has a few good notches in it from the careless bustling about it does in the back seat of my car. The sound is decent at best, but the lack of a solid top gives the resonance away before it has time to build and project like the ideal acoustic sound would. Possibly the worst thing about it is how that B string goes out if it is strummed with any more than the force of a passing breath. The constant tuning becomes a hassle. The pickguard is peeling off... plus I continuously drop my pick in the sound hole and have to fish around for it, shaking the whole guitar violently. This thing doesn't even have an input jack or, for that matter, a cutaway, giving me no access to the upper frets. My eyes wander every now and then and see the beautifully crafted guitars of those around me; each is unique and seems to always stay equipped with a fresh set of lights, is preset for the prefect tone, boasts solid sides for the most incredible acoustic noise you could get from a guitar, and is polished to look brand new. Focus back to my piece of junk. The transition isn't pretty. Focus back on the others.

Then there are times when it shines. Outfit my useless slab of rosewood with a fresh set of strings and something changes. Get it tuned and take that first strum and you know what I'm talking about. Hear those new phosphor bronze strings echo in that body and put out a sound of shimmer and warmth and you'll get it. It lets me fall in love with this silly little guitar time and time again. The intonation magically rises from the grave and each of the six strings stays in tune, even when played with the most cascading of emotions. Suddenly I find myself polishing the strings more often and taking a little more care of the body. Other guitars lose their appeal as mine seems to suit me just fine. It doesn't need the bells and whistles to make it sing. And yeah, the strings will wear and rust. Eventually it will be time to restring my guitar yet again. But until then, the sound is all too enjoyable. The tone is all too clear. But until then, until then...

Wow. I really dislike my acoustic guitar... then there are times when it shines. It took a change on all six strings to realize what I was missing. It took a complete breakdown and then a complete restoration. And MAN, does this thing sound incredible.

It's all in the perspective.