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Will you Hate Me Forever, If I Told You The Truth?

Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure – that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da – that’s o.k.
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin’ around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets – ee da de da de
People on streets – ee da de da de da de da
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher high high
Pressure on people – people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
but it’s so slashed and torn
Why – why – why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the light
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure.

Word.

Tis’ the season of love is it not?  I wrote a status a while ago. Then recently I wrote another similar to the first:

I really don’t care if you’re gay or straight. 

I don’t even care of you’re slim or overweight. 
If you’re white or Latino, black or Filipino, you know none of that stuff really matters to me. 
Only thing worth knowing is God’s love, is free.

Then…I saw this and I had to share.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re atheist or Christian, Hindu or Muslim, straight, gay, transsexual, black or white, or anything and everything between. I love you. I care about you as people, as individuals. You are not targets to convert. You are people that I love and people I want to invest in. I want to love you in the best way I know how – and that’s loving you how Jesus does. Unconditionally. ♥”–Julianna Pardue

Many say I am an inspiration. I cannot claim that without feeling humbled greatly. But I will say love is indeed my greatest inspiration. And is the reason I do what I do. God’s Love. This is no preaching. Far from it.

Sometimes the very quote that you’re seeking out for inspiration…is in your very own heart.

Merry Christmas.

 

 

the title of this blog post was written by my wife Jennifer for a song we are writing.


Stop. Seriously.

I was hanging a picture up for my daughter, she’s five, and she started singing. She likes “Moves Like Jagger.” It’s her Maneater.*

I’ve heard her before, but maybe because everything else was quiet, I listened. My daughter can sang. I’m not just saying that because she’s my daughter. But because I’m a singer. My dad is a singer. It runs in the family.

That’s not the point.

Point is… hearing her precious little voice made me think of how very awful it would be to hear her cry. I mean, she’s cried before. She’s had her shots. She’s been upset. My wife and I have consoled her. But I mean, cry from within. I thought of how terrible it would be to have her abused. Or hurt. Emotionally. Mentally. To have her heart saddened. I know in life every one must endure some sadness and pain. We can learn and many times, grow from life’s trials and tribulations. It’s part of this whole living thing.

Without chaos, how can we know how strong we are?

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When I say, “I’m A Writer”…I Mean It.

A girl in a red cloak…running. Sounds simple enough, right? It was…or at least I thought it was. She wouldn’t leave me alone.

She screamed, “Tymothy…you write!?”

Surprised, I answered her. “Uhh, yeah sort of. I mean I have ideas…but…”

“Shut up!” she interrupted. “Listen! You hear that?” she asked me.

I looked behind her towards the darkness and yes…as I focused on the muted grumbling in the distance it became quite clear what I was hearing. Blood lust. 

“Alright!” she yelled. “We don’t have a lot of time! Come on!” she grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the oncoming thunderous sound of…wolves.

“Are those?” I began.

“Yes! You write?”

“I told you, sort of!”

“Not good enough! Do it!” she was growing more impatient and for obvious reasons. She left my side and jumped high into the trees. “The stories! They’ll come to you! Write about us!” she cried then disappeared. 

As I stared at the last spot she stood the wolves drew in closer. They looked surprised to see me but they salivated none the less. 

“Boy…you mind tellin’ us ‘oo you is?” one of the enormous creatures asked.

“Where’s the…the girl?” snapped another.

As I looked at them and their various razor-lined teeth…it hit me.

I looked at my left-hand and saw a pen. I clutched it tightly and lifted my head to them. They realized who I was and they cowered in their fur. “It’s…it’s the Writer!” one of the wolves yelled in dismay.

“Yeah,” I began, “and you guys are in trouble.”

My love of God, comic books, graphic novels, Del Toro, arte, music! and all things nerd and geek and in between inspire me.

Hey everybody. Thanksa for stopping by. I’d like to invite you all quickly(or my definition of quickly) on a brief trip back in time a few years. *calibrating the Time Clock and waiting on Doc to refuel the DeLorean. What? I don’t have a Delorian? Doc’s not real?

Okay. Well, slight technical difficulty. But nothing we can’t work past, write?

A few years ago, I left the small town I was living in after working seven years as a Corrections Officer in a max. unit penitentiary. It was…difficult to say the least. But I kept my head up and stayed strong, believing my faith and believing deeper in the One I had faith in through it all. We started all over and I quickly learned my entirely new trade. It was night and day coming from corrections into manufacturing. Thank you, my brother for getting me that job. I was happy. I enjoyed creating, working with my hands in ways I had never done.  Then on what would be considered any typical wedding anniversary-my wife and you all will get what I mean..I hope-I decided to surprise my wife, Jennifer, my inspiration numera una- with a “story” written just for her. It was about a robot, me, who was unhappy. He felt lost. Unsure. He seeks out in search of life and laughter and finds his true friend, a flower, the wife. I called it The Sad Little Robot. I shared it on Myspace for a few hours and it garnered a lot of hits and one comment from a lyricist/writer friend of mine, my age, read: “This is so awesome!”

I was thrilled. The views and comments were very appreciated. But I was happy I wrote it. An original story just for my wife. I created this. See before, I had written some poetry, I am very proud of it…but that was the brunt of my writing. I never imagined writing would be something I would do for more than just a hobby. Because I did enjoy it. Robut was the first “real” thing I had written. There is a scripture in the bible that says, “The gifts and calling of God cannot be taken away.” YOU’RE TELLING ME!!!

You see shortly after writing Robut, I got ideas for so. many. other. books. Ideas pulled from all the things I had learned in my years in church and from all of the mentors I had in my life. Non-fiction type stuff. God had never spoken so clear than this time in my life and then…I saw the above play out as clear as day.

See. I’m the Writer of The Stories. It’s been over a year. Since then, I have been on Facebook, Twitter, here, New Authors Fellowship, biblical based Ministries on Facebook that I am blessed to be a part of. In addition…I have made and come to know some of the most kind, supportive, brilliant and talented Writers, (self-pubbed, Indie-pubbed and traditionally-pubbed) and I have been most blessed by them all. I have been blessed to be able to write Guest posts and have had the pleasure of being interviewed. I’m still like-WHAAAT? Ya know.

But before, during and after all of that-there is a book. The first book in a series. The book that I knew I would go traditional with. The one I would query. That one I stared at some days and the one I created a fire under on most. See one thing is I never hated writing it. Never. I am happy to share that. I have inspired, thank you all, and have been inspired. I am grateful and humbled constantly.

Back to that whole query thing. I did it. I sent mine out. And you know what? I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I would be. (Call me on that bull some other time, will ya? ;})

Thing is…I never quit. I never stopped believing. When I stood outside that day and saw that truck pass by with the name Tim Lowder on it…I never looked back.

Guess what and praise God-it paid off. Because as of Friday, 9/9/2011-I am, an agented #writer. 

Her name is Bree Ogden* of D4EO Literay Agency And as my very epic friend Dawny says: We were meant to find each other.

This I believe because I do not believe in coincidences.

This is only the next step, albeit a HUGE step for me and I am extremely blessed and grateful to Bree. But this is the next step. Work follows…and I know, truly…The Stories is COMING.

Writers are the new rock stars. I send you #writerlove and doff my hat to you all.

You can do this. When I say I’m a writer…I mean it.

No matter your path…you can do this!

Beesler, Allie, Michele Shaw, Dawny, Mowery, River, Michelle Pic, My BNFF’s, Morgan, Leigh, Tiffany K!, TL, My Bros, Jamie and Twisters in the #YASB, My Fellow #7DSers, Alexia Purdy, Leighton, Milligan, Cribbs, Joseph, Diane Graham, K. Newsome, Ralene, Enamored, Deb, SmashAttack!, @ifollowthenight…I love and thank you all-all of you, ALL-for everything.

WORD.

If you say you can’t you probably won’t…so don’t do that.

*Check out Bree. She is the absolute coolest. Oh, there’s more to come on Aspire No More. I give you my, “Word.”

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The Stories: Book One, “Genesis” Excerpt and Five-Star Review Here: http://allieburke.blogspot.com/2011/09/writer-wednesday-stories-book-one.html


Friday is free on Aspire No Mo’

I Am Writer.

Who are you?

Tymothy.

Tymothy who?

Tymothy Longoria. Proud member of the Twitter and Facebook #BNFF.

Of the YA Sisterhood.

#WritersAreTheNewRockStars creator.

Writer of The Sad Little Robut.  Writer of The Stories:Book One “Genesis”. Writer of the Envy story in The Seven Deadly Sins Collaboration. Contributor at The New Authors Fellowship. Epic fan of music. Of Times Of Grace. Of Perception Of Intent. Of ForthAngel. Writer of poetry. Of biblical lessons. Of sayings that first help me then others. Twitter user. Facebook frequenter. Christian. Husband. Father. An inspiration for many-that’s what they say.

Jennifer, Christin, Allie, Nicholas, Tiffany K. , Nicole, Hira, Nannette, Michelle S., Paul J., Deana, M.j., Isom, Fallon, Andrea, Shawn B. Tina S., TMousner, LL, AmyRose, Rachel H., Dawn, IFollow aka Nancy, AT, Phlegyas, Shelly, Demetra, NB, Dennis, Angela Shay, Morgan, Michelle H., Jamie, Christopher, Avaedra, WovenStrands, Khloe, Rudy M., Skibby, Shredder, Sammie Spence, L.a. Shaw, Sean, Bill, Julie, Candace, K.C., River, Tiffy Coles, Tina J., Tina O., Stephen, Vickie, Keri, Amy Sandova, Heather R., Beth Ann Masarik!, Paul Mc, AmyBeth, Alba, Toby N., Nessa, Isalys, Ash, Haley, Diana I., Jenna, Penny, Kristina, Ranee D., Meg, Karly, Genevieve, Angela C., The entire #YASB and #BNFF, MY Brother, Sisters, Rusty, Steve, Bailey K.,  Amy D. R., Ozana, Em,.

Man. I love you guys. All of you.

I am a self-proclaimed:

  • nerd
  • writer
  • activist
  • poet
  • antagonist
  • photographer
  • Transformer
  • philosopher
  • singer
  • and most importantly of all, I am a lover, not a fighter, but I will fight for those I love. Love is, folks… I was in a band once, not anymore… No matter how many people hear what you have to say…if one person is changed, that’s all that matters. Life is what we have been given…give something back. A little is better than none. I have a special place in mah ❤ for Michael McDonald and Michael Buble. First names are coincidence, :} Also I’m the President of Robert Palmer’s “Some Like It Hot” Fan Club*.

 Let’s do something.

Character is defined as what you do, how you act, what you think… when no one is watching.

 This, too, is a hate free zone.
God is the Ultimate judge. Come by, visit, and see how deep the rabbit hole goes. I’m telling you it’s deep fool. If there’s no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I’ll follow you into the dark How I long for you to see Him as I do…EVERYTHING

Eímai syngraféas, proikisménos apó ton Ii̱soú-It is high time to rock this world.

Hola, Geia sou, Que pasa, vatooo!
Spanish, Greek and Mexican blood make me who I am. The Blood of Jesus makes me who I want to Be.
My life can be summed up this way: Prevail Upon.
My father used to say, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”. I tell you, reader, if God’s will, He will surely CLEAR the way.
I met my Friend, Partner, Teacher, Student, “Grasshoppa”,  the Bonnie to my Clyde, in 1995. I became a father at 18, to Jubal and never looked back. Eight years after, my green-eyed monsta, Araceli arrived.

Everyone says, “things happen for a reason.”
Well, that is truth if I ever heard.

I am developing my writing skills, some inherited, some learned.
I have always been more “serious” than a “jokester”, but I can play just as hard as I work.
Music speaks to the very soul and is why I embrace that which defines me.
I am a writer, currently working on my third fiction project with a series planned.
I am extremely excited about this project. The first book is a children’s book and it was a labor of love, written for my wife.
This one, however, this one IS my dream.
You will know His name is Jesus and those that don’t care to know, well, you still will. I love God. At the age of 15, I heard the name Jesus and now, that longing to be like Him grows daily. How I long for you to see Him as I do. My name is Tymothy Alex Lemos Longoria and to quote a radio rock song,

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change, I know now, this is who I really am inside. Finally found myself,
fighting for a chance! I know now, this is who I really am.

Stick around…it’s starting to get gooood.

I̱ cháris toú kyríou Ii̱soú Christoú metá toú pnév̱matos ymó̱n.

I want to meet and know people with similar interests…and people with a different outlook on life…I mean how else will I understand them?
People who see other people as people and know that those people are people too.-KM
Believers…and non-believers, writers, poets, singers; those who don’t care whose around, but express themselves, out loud, nerds, headbangers, slangers, players, of the game, the “gente in the barrio” and those in the high-rise, I’d like to tell YOU a few things, the more quiet type, screamers, listeners, and those who want to be heard.
I say, throw your hands up!!!
Come all people now!
Smile on your brother, everybody get together
Try and love one another, RIGHT now.

P.S.-If you are a CHRISTIAN and you have qualms or concerns about the “type” of music I like or the way one of THEIR album covers looks. If you are a CHRISTIAN and are weary about posts on my blog or the subject matter of my book:TELL ME. INBOX me. Do NOT judge me. Do NOT claim to “know” God “better” than me. SHOW me, tell me why.

*I’m not.

ALSO. As you may already know, I’m everwhere. Here, Twitter, my Blog, The New Authors Fellowship blog, Inkpop. Find me.

If actions speak louder than words, why are we still talking? ~Me

Be blessed!


God Is Good Friday

Did you ever hear the one about a man?

A slight man, not too tall, not too short.
Average, at best.
Worked hard at what he did.
He worked with wood and stone.
It says there was nothing really remarkable about him.
His name was Jesus. Continue reading


Consumed With Fire:Tina Savage Wetor

This week’s Guest is Tina Savage Wetor, a Sister in Christ with a passion, a desire for God.

“My greatest desire is for God’s presence to return to America in our churches, to heal the abused, and our children to know God’s love.” ~Tina

Why do I write?  Honestly, it’s like asking a gun, “Why are you loaded?”  “I am all fired up.”  If I don’t get the Word of God out of me, I am afraid I am going too exploded.  There is a fire consuming my being, the Word wants to get out.  I can’t do anything but share it, even if others want to put it out.  Regardless if I am preaching, writing articles or poetry, or talking I am consumed with my passion for the love of God’s Word.  The Word of God has captured my life, so much I have yield to the Author.  My background was very difficult but I was searching for truth, love, and acceptance.  Only in God’s Word have I been able to overcome the obstacles in my life of low self-esteem and sin.  God’s word was a lamp unto my feet and light unto my path.  It has brought purpose, peace, and protection into my life.  The world will always try to minimize your worth, God wants to maximize it.   Life can be fulfilling if it’s nourishment in love.  This was a very difficult lesson to learn but I am grateful each day to walk it.

Understandable, we can never repay God for all of the bountiful blessings He has given.  My hearts passion is to love the Lord with all of my heart, soul, mind, and strength.  When I get to Heaven, I just want to collapse at the feet of Jesus.  My only response: Jesus, I love you.  Yes, I know I can’t earn my way to heaven or my salvation; it’s a gift of God.  What a gift!!  I don’t believe many Christians comprehend the beauty of this gift.  So many treat God’s gifts with negligence, completely ungratefulness, and don’t realize its worth.   Yes, we are an heir to the throne of grace through the adoption of God’s love.

My heart ache’s for the ones who don’t know God, their worth, and the power of God’s redeeming love.  Even within the body of Christ, believers are walking bond to the lies of Satan about their worth.  Satan whispers condemnation, doubt, and lies to trap their lives.  If we can comprehend the TRUTH, we will not tolerate it.  Our confidence is only found in Christ who lifts our heads up, so we can reflect the Son.  In my life, I want my heart to reflect the glory of the Son who is the living Word.  Jesus has captured my heart so deeply, I don’t know how else to express my gratitude except to die to Him.  I surrender my life only for my Savior who displayed His love for me before the world.  How could I not want to do the same?

You can find more of  Tina’s anointed, inspiring, Spirit-led writings on her blog.

http://anointedmanna.blogspot.com/

She is also a Contributing Admin at Wonderfully Made

Be blessed!


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