Oh eyes that draw me so.

How many hearts have you caused to sing

How many dreams have you clipped' their wing

How many ears have you made to ring

Oh eyes that draw me so.

How great was the lover, that you crushed before

How strong was his soul, before you took and tore

How much did he love you, till his heart was sore

Oh eyes that draw me so.

How tall are the mountains, that you 'ave climbed

How sweet are the grapes, that grow from her vines

How could I let myself fall, and grow so intertwined

Oh eyes that draw me so.

Power you hold, and power you'll use

To cut this man, and the next man through

Over his shell, and to the core of truth

Oh eyes that draw me so.

Like diamonds in a frame, that I can't hold anymore

Each single memory, I held and adore

I hope he is the one, whoever you are for

Oh eyes that draw me so.

-J.K.C.

The Dock

Chapter 1

He was sitting on the dock already when she pulled into the lake parking lot.

She noticed that he wasn't fishing like he usually would be. He was just sitting there, staring off across the water. And this worried her.

As she walked down the bank, closer toward the dock, she could feel the muscles in her throat tighten. Her palms began to sweat, and fear of what "the talk" was going to bring....overwhelmed her.

She pushed her feelings to the side (an ability she had perfected far too well) and sat down beside the man she knew she'd fallen for. His eyes didn't waver from the intense focus he had out across the water. This too, threw exponent to her worry.

Silence was the only one speaking for five or more minutes. Just then, in the midst of a breath of hot summer air sweeping off of the lake, he turned to her.

"I'll always love you" - he said.

her heart sank.

There Ain't No Reason (Tyler Slemp)

I highly recommend you listen.

This will make your day better.

-Brett Dennen cover

If today were you're last day

I woke up late.

Later than normal, that is.

at 6:45am my conscience wouldn't let me lay in my twin sized bed any longer. I arrived back in College Town, America around 1am last night. Tired, but happy.

I can't dance around what I'm feeling this morning, so straight forward is what I'm laying down.

I want to live every day, and breathe every breath as if it were my last.

There's no room left in my soul to count on tomorrow. I am too in love with today.

Even though down times come. Every day may not live up to our expectations. But it's important to recognize when it does.

There are a few specific moments in my life, that I cherish beyond my heart's capability. Moments that make my chest feel as if I'm being crushed by boulders that make it hard to breath. Moments that I fall so deeply into, that I can hardly savor them, knowing they'll end.

The photo below was one of those moments.

laugh as long as you breathe, and love as long as you live

captivated

Here's a new concept for you.

I fell into a dream last night.

I was walking through a bright, vibrant orange orchard in Northern California.

Amidst the gleaming colors, I began to thirst in the field.

-now since I was in an orange orchard, I figured what better to cure my thirst than a tall glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.

But as I reached for the first orange I saw, it was swiftly drawn up higher into the tree, by some kind of counter-gravitational force.

now mind you, I reached for the largest, brightest, plumpest orange I could find.

and it ran upward from my reach.

frustrated at the particular orange, I grabbed for his neighbor. But his neighbor too withdrew into the sky, higher than the first this time.

I kept reaching, grabbing, jumping, climbing, trying to get ahold of at least one of these voluptuous fruits before my thirst over-came me.

and then....I caught one.

i quickly ripped the peeling off, and sunk my teeth into the very heart of this prize.

and it tasted terrible. It was bitter, and dull. I became sick, and felt dizzy.

then I collapsed to the ground.

I awoke in bed to find a bottle of Citrus-Pine-Sol half empty on the floor, beside my bed.

don't ask me if i drank it....we'll just say I didn't.

what if love were the oranges....

food for thought. (pun)

: )

have a nice day.

via

rain.

the rain beats against my window pane with the liberation of God's great hands.

It's begun to fall harder within the last hour, and to be honest, I don't mind it one bit.

I am so glad....that it's finally raining.

The sky finally held it's thoughts so long that it burst. and all of Oklahoma has almost been washed away.

isn't it lovely. the rain.

giving us all a fresh start that we wouldn't have otherwise had.

refreshing our souls and drenching our clothes.

Thank goodness, for the rain.

Air in my lungs, fire in my spirit

It would be a lie if I said the times of late have been anything short of incredible.

I don't know how else to explain, the splendor I have found in my Savior. I have waited for this feeling for so long now. Like a rush of cool air on a humid summer afternoon, when the temperature pushes 93 degrees.....God has cleared the storm.

It is time to love. It is time to live. And this battle I have wagered is finally complete. It's finally won. Most importantly, it's finally over. Over the past year and a half, I have fought a battle so thick, that I thought at times it could never be overcome.

I set out on an expedition you see, to find out who exactly Kyle Curry was. I ran to the corners of the country and fled everything I'd ever know. Denounced friends I'd kept for life, changed styles, and let my heart sing a different song. And after all of this, after all of the battle, (battle being over-used at this point) I have finally won.

This is who I am:

I love my family.

I love books that take me across the oceans and into new worlds.

I love music that comes from a man's soul. Regardless of the tone or genre.

I love Chinese buffet foods, and would gladly eat it every day, given the chance.

I love the dizzy feeling I get when I look up to the tops of the high-rise buildings in downtown Dallas. And how insignificant I feel at their feet.

I love watching the sun set over the red barn at my family's old farm, even though now days I'm trespassing.

I love the way the lake smells when your catching fish at 2 am with friends you know care more about you than their own family.

I love my school, and the people who surround me there.

I love education, and believe all things can be achieved through learning.

I'd love a Mercedes coupe. But have a special place in my mind for my green (one-mirrored) truck.

I love the idea if becoming completely lost in New York city, and never coming back.

I love helping people, especially if it's through medicine.

I love the chills I get when I stand behind a crowd of youth at Falls Creek praising God at the top of their voices.

I love who I've found in me, and thank God that I went through this hard, strained, fraying process.

I love that it's over though : )

What do you love? Maybe it's time to start thinking about loving something...

-Kyle

past

So as all things have a time to come, and a time to pass away,

summer has come and summer has passed away.

It doesn't bother me much, as I didn't expect or plan on having a summer this year. The journey into adult-hood has rendered that an impossibility now. But that's ok. I think I'm passed it. I think Im passed the party, over the stone. I think I'm finally ready to move on with my life in the best way possible.

This morning I woke up to the sound of clashing thunder. Or it awoke to me, rather. I sat up in bed, slipped to the floor. Showered, ironed my collared shirt, then sat and waited. Waited on time to move. Waited on the minutes to pass, until it was time for class to start. I love class. and that's weird by most people's standards I suppose.

Oh well, whatever it is. Im here now.

have a good day.

Kyle