Dem Colorado Boyz

Silent nights
Broken by the sounds of your, melody
Quite skies
It’s your peace and, tranquility

Acoustic wire
Burning so quietly in my ear
It’s this, guitar fire
In these moments we draw near

Music speaking to our souls
Heavenly notes makin us whole
It doesn't have to rhyme or even make sense
It's these intimate moments that
Make us friends

Simple loves
Late night runs to burrito heaven
Crazy talks
Hell on earth and tribulation

Common hearts
Rolling through life's ebb and flow
Same home
Purple mountains covered in snow

Music speaking to our souls
Heavenly notes makin us whole
It doesn't have to rhyme or even make sense
It's these intimate moments that
Make us friends

Hurting People
Bodies broken and spirits burned
Save the world
For this our hearts yearn

Slaves to sin
By His love we've been set free
One goal
Bring Him praise so all can see

Music speaking to our souls
Heavenly notes makin us whole
It doesn't have to rhyme or even make sense
It's these intimate moments that
Make us friends

Music speaking to our souls
Heavenly notes makin us whole
It doesn't have to rhyme or even make sense
It's these intimate moments that
Make us friends

What Am I Supposed To Do With This Feeling?

I'm sittin at my desk
My pen is in hand
My brain is on lock
It can't seem to land
On the task
In front of me now
I'm tryinna push
Some way and some how

But I can't seem to shake this feeling
I just want to smash through the ceiling
And sore to lands, far and wide
To answer the broken hearted's cries

Insignificant it seems
All these papers
And political schemes
Back to the basics
That's where I want to go
Where the dirt is caked to my toes

Cuz I can't seem to shake this feeling
I just want to smash through the ceiling
And sore to lands, far and wide
To answer the broken hearted's cries

I'm an ordinary man
Simply saying "Yes I Can"
Make a difference with my life
Standing in the pain and the strife
Of the wounded and the weary
Sitting in circumstances so dreary

And I can't seem to shake this feeling
I just want to smash through the ceiling
And sore to lands, far and wide
To answer the broken hearted's cries

Houses burn to the ground
The wind carries with it the sound
Of people experiencing sorrow
And I'm supposed to sit in class tomorrow
And hear how Jesus served the poor
While wondering what I'm here for

I can't seem to shake this feeling
I just want to smash through the ceiling
And sore to lands, far and wide
To answer the broken hearted's cries

Throwing money at our appearance
And even more on the college experience
Indulging in unnecessary pleasures
Placing so much worth on earthly treasures
While some only have the clothes on their back
And whole groups of people are under attack

I can't seem to shake this feeling
I just want to smash through the ceiling
And sore to lands, far and wide
To answer the broken hearted's cries

This comfortable living is such a danger
Stuck in a bubble afraid to help a stranger
My soul is willing but my flesh is weak
Action is hard, it's easy to speak
What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go?
My mind keeps racing but my heart just doesn't know...

I can't seem to shake this feeling
I just want to smash through the ceiling
And sore to lands, far and wide
To answer the broken hearted's cries

Lord I bring this to your feet
And ask for patients to take a seat
And peacefully listen to your call
Cuz I'm twisted and knotted in a ball
This isn't my life, it's for your glory
Please bring clarity to this story...

Cuz I can't seem to shake this feeling
I just want to smash through the ceiling
And sore to lands, far and wide
To answer the broken hearted's cries

Lord I can't seem to shake this feeling
I just want to smash through the ceiling
And sore to lands, far and wide
To answer the broken hearted's cries

What am I supposed to do with this feeling
I just want to smash through the ceiling
And sore to lands, far and wide
To answer the broken hearted's cries...

Firestorm

My lungs are filled with smoke, stomach is upset, and eyes water and burn from the fumes. I can't help but wonder...where is this coming from? Is it a tree, or grass? Or could it be a teddy bear, or stuffed panda? Worse still, could it be someone's house? Who's life, who's memory, is blowing through the wind...?

Southern California has been ravished by wild fires for years...but it's finally hitting me close to home. My current stomping ground are in SoCal, much different than my true home in Colorado. Far enough away from the fires that I cannot see flames I am still close enough to be swarmed with smoke. I wish I could say as much for my friends. A wild fire recently knawwed on their school. Dorms as well as faculty homes and school building are lost. A friend of mine called one of these dorms their home. Houses throughout the area also fed and continue to feed the beasts that make this land their home. That feeling of sickness...it's not just from the smoke filling my lungs. It's from knowing my friends were in a gym surrounded by flames. It's in knowing hundreds of people have no place to return to, nothing to remind them of past adventures, no stuffed animal to cling to for comfort, no bed to return to in an effort to sleep away this nightmare. It's heartbreak. Heartbreak for those who have lost everything, left only with the clothes on their back and their family and friends. I sit in my dorm, with my computer on my lap...wondering. What if that was me? What if fire swept my school? Why am I fortunate enough not to have been directly hit by this "firestorm"? Yet that's all I can do...is wonder. I cannot empathize, I have never experienced this horror first hand...and pray I never do. So, I cannot empathize, what am I supposed to do...?

How am I supposed to focus on class when this ongoing tragic tail burns in my back yard? So many people are displaced and suffering, and I'm supposed to worry about school? Why can't I leave, go fight these fires myself!? I want to save the world...but I can't....I can't. So I'm left...trying to live my life, working on school work, and doing the little things I can. Donate money, maybe a cd or movie. I can give my friends a hug when I see them, and above all I can pray. Pray for my friends, pray for strangers, pray for that which was lost and that which can still be saved, and pray for peace and community and love and grace. I am firm in my faith and yet this still feels so minor, so helpless and intangible....i know it's not...but I want to save the world...God's the only one who can do that one.

So where am I going with this? Honestly...no where. I can't sleep. I can't tell if the sting in my eyes is from smoke or exhaustion. My heart is broken for those who are grieving and in shock...my mind races with images of flame engulfed scenary and pain and anguish ridden faces...my dreams are filled with heroism of fire fighters and RD's who tell the firemen to save the dorms instead of his home...these fires fit their name...wild. Only God knows what to expect next...so I bring it to you Lord. Heal the broken hearted, give rest to those who cannot sleep. This is just a small glimpse of the brokenness of this world...we will praise you in the good and the bad.

This is yet another reminder of how fragile this life is....

Remember, Life is short...don't waste it....Pura Vida and Carpe Diem.

Love and Peace,
~matty p