…but that does not mean the song is Over.

What once was thought to be safe enough to be public,

Has proven the danger is very much alive.

For tis not the shadow of death that must encompass this once fine past time,

But a renewed sense of value & privacy as refinement is terribly under appreciated.

For whether it be song of victory after war, exclamation of question & horror, wondrous joy, etc.

There is value in keeping the expressions of these moments between oneself & God.

For not everything man has seen has been beneficial,

But at a suitable time for words or sights to be shared benefit can be found.


You may not hear the song any longer..

The flutter of piano keys in this nocturne,

Only somewhat describes the flutter of days I have just experienced.

For rest, or so I thought, was sought.

Rest not found, indeed more in need than before.

For I can only hope the words I currently type don’t overstay their welcome,

Similar in nature to some words that escaped from my mouth recently.

Oh how I could babble on with vigor & stubborn passion,

But for the beginning expression of this selfish exercise need not

be exhaustive in Length.

Comin’ Home (Inspired by City & Colour)

You hear the words I yell out oh so lightly,

That way the meaning you attribute to them seems more correct.

Temptations afoot & the devil’s dance is on the floor.

Blood stains on the wood & frozen planes in the tarmac yard.

Wasteland of relationship completed by the calm before a storm.

As I already came to realize & now only believe more strongly,

Home isn’t defined by where you grew up or even the amount of “family” near you.

Ready or not, as in the song my brother Sam sang, A change is gonna come!


This is the song I had in mind, as I got the urge to write this.

Unexplainable Joy

Departure never seemed so easy,

As well as Arrival.

The travel in between these two,

While seemingly tedious,

Doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

From a snowy, white atmosphere of freezing conditions;

To the land of beaches, famous people & broken dreams, & not to mention palm trees.

But the most important aspects,

I have yet to mention.

I’m going where the Mexican food is authentic, home to Amoeba records or at least one of the three,

& finally where I grew up.

God, thanks for renewed perspective.

I couldn’t do this without you,

& now more than ever I don’t want to try doing without you.

Again, thanks Father God

For the Christmas gift you gave me almost 21 years ago that keeps on going.



One of my favorite songs from a favorite LA band.


Thankfulness can never be redundant!

God, you are the great deliverer of my soul!

These aren’t just lyrics, I declare these words!

You’ve shown me more than I ever thought I could see,

But if I could highlight something;


Home isn’t defined by a building,

A city, group of friends, or even amount of family near me;

My home is where God sends me.

As long as my Abba father is with me,

What can stop me or ever deceive me to think I’m alone?

My praise need not cease,

Circumstance aside, past present or future;

I’m a son of the author/inventor of time!

My God is knowable yet I there’s still more to be found,

You may ask “how”?

Through Relationship!

Yes, you see the one true author of life & king God

Isn’t a statue, leader, building nor does He live in only one place.

From Abraham to Jesus,

Adam to Benedetto(me),

God is the Father & He lives forever!

As grounded as I’ve become in your word Lord,

Continue to teach me & show me the things I missed on my own.

I know I didn’t before, but I know all the more truthfully

I don’t have to go through life alone.


Amidst the frostbitten winds & warfare of both flesh & mind,

I’m guarded & safe in the armor of Christ.

On that day, as one people His body, we will all stand victorious!

God, you are my God!

No one will ever compare to you.




‘Tis a shame that while our fathers were burned at the stake,

We aren’t always willing to live for Christ’s sake.

I know, oh God, your words are far from fake

when you call us to be a living sacrifice.

We spit out words often without care & very quick,

But the cost of offering ourselves is nothing light.

“My life is not my own!”

Do we realize in these words comes a shattering of the bone,

The bone of entitlement that we have convinced ourselves to have.

“I have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer who live but Christ lives in me,

and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me.”

We exclaim these words at all volumes, written by an author we may never take time to credit.

All the more, even after these words we just as quickly curse He whom we declared ownership of our life.

So… did we really mean it?

Where do we stand?

Do we really want to find home upon a strong rock or quicksand?

The choice is yours, as fortunately unfortunate as it is.

But before you go throwing daggers at anyone or anything,

I ask you to take a look in the mirror.

Words that present principles aren’t merely meant to be heard,

But they’re to be invested in & thought about, pondered & either kept or tossed into fire.

Consider this, an invitation.


This you know, my beloved brethren. But everyone must be quick to hear, slow to speak and slow to anger; for the anger of man does not achieve the righteousness of God. Therefore, putting aside all filthiness and all that remains of wickedness, in humility receive the word implanted, which is able to save your souls. But prover yourselves does of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was. But one who looks intently at the perfect aw, the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but an effectual doer, this man will be blessed in what he does.” James 1:19-25 NASB