I saw Jake on the bus today, that was cool! We talked, he asked me about My Bloody Valentine 3D, and I made fun of Steve's inability to really see 3D and instead feel the 3D more than anything. He told me he was going to work, which was cool. We concluded by saying we should hang out this weekend....hint, hint, people.
I watched some youtube vids: SxePhil's not in a good mood vid about a dumbass girl throwing a baby on the ground, then walking away. He's right, she should be dropped repeatedly off a roof. I inquired a bit about the Blunty3000 issue over his wife abuse, but decided to leave it alone.
I then proceeded to watch all 4 Scary Movies with Brian and his friend Donovan, who was kicked out of his house and is kind of living with us, I guess. It sounds very familiar to something that went down this past summer.....hmm......
I read Kiwis blogs, after I write this I'll read the others.
I'm hoping to see Steve tomorrow or Friday, maybe I'll walk through the freezing cold that I hate, but whatever.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Poetry Collection
Here's a bunch of poems I've written. Not all, but most...
The Things That Carried Them
In times of war, more than before
soldiers carried many things.
They carried gear, they carried aid, they carried
the fear that was the greatest;
which was being seen blushing.
What about the things that carried them?
What if what was carried
in turn had carried men?
Grief, terror, booze, and humor
could have driven them to fight on.
They laughed at the audacity
of the world that they were in.
Speedy choppers
more often than others
also carried men.
So did the songs they sang.
The Word
"Word."
That's a funny word!
People use it everyday, and
they use words besides just "word."
They read words, say words, type words,
spell words, write words.
But the word, "word" is overlooked.
What does it mean?
After too much thought, you forget.
It will happen with any word, though.
I hear words at home, at school,
At work, if I had some.
On the streets, the "gangsta wannabe's"
go "Word!" and I don't understand.
Ironic how that's the most appreciation
the word, "word" has probably got.
When analyzed, the 4 letter
word sounds very weird.
"Word" almost sounds like "weird."
And that's another word!
Could "word" be better
known through
cosmic contemplation?
…OHHHMMM…
I've tried, and so far nothing.
But I'll give word, when I know "word" for certain.
I hear the southern Bible
lady on TV say,
"There's Liife ien the Wurrd."
And though, I don't much care for her,
Words really do hold life.
Words make stories, words give rhyme, words communicate.
But they don't paint pictures.
Or do they?
Some say they don't like words
Just as some say they don't like numbers.
Yet they still use them?
Why?
Incognito?
I saw Spider-man at Wal-mart!
He was wearing that popular red and blue lycra suit
with the 3D webbing
that glistened like a shiny apple
in the florescent light.
I watched him
leisurly linger
down the aisles
as he packed his
shopping cart with
brand new socks
and underwear,
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups,
and the Spider-man 3 DVD.
The other customers and workers
giggled and snickered and
made indiscernable whispers.
Children grinned mightily and
sped through the store
with providential arms
outstretched
with anxious hopes of touching him.
The female clerk
at the check-out counter
resembled an
affrighted blowfish
holding back the laughter from her lips.
$42.22 lit up the register
in neon green.
Spider-man retrieved his wallet
from the
leather black jacket
that rested in his cart.
He counted the dollar bills
and gave exact change:
2 nickels
2 pennies
and a dime.
The coins echoed in susurration
as they made contact with the
plastic surface of the counter.
Then Spider-man left.
There was no
exorbitant leapage
or Cirque Du Soleil
acrobatics.
No exhibition of his
emanating adhesive.
No villian to fight.
No innocent to save.
I guess every hero needs his day off.
It just might be best
If next time,
he leave the suit at home.
My World
Justice...
To know and give and try to live in fairness
Tolerant; forgiving
An open mind from the beginning.
But where does justice lie?
Not here. Not in the world I see.
Not with this corrupt society.
Governments work for themselves
Despite the "guiding light" they preach.
But then again, don't we all?
"Every man for himself", right?
My world...
Is a praise for war and violence
Morality runs and in come the guns
All for a bit of money.
In My world,
Money rules and money reigns
and it wounds and ruins if you let it.
Takes away lives just as easily as bullets and knives
And nobody does much to stop it.
My world is a place where families starve.
Where children wait by, and mothers cry
Stuggling to survive.
When the stress of working too much breaks you.
Where the shame of having no work takes you.
My world is when the hurt is so great, you just give up.
When you refrain from showing pain
And just act like you're on top.
Stability and generosity exist somewhere
Probably not too far away.
But not here. Not in my world.
Like Water
Like Water, life is unstable
Always moving, ever-flowing
Even when your world seems constant
The smallest change will cause a ripple; growing.
Tears shed may go unnoticed
But they don't hurt any less
They sink down into your ocean
Becoming one with the abyss.
Like Water, life is beautiful
Colorful, but clear
When your mind and heart are open
You bring the stars and sunlight near.
Smiles shown may glisten
Reflecting off the mirrored surface
Below; the breath that beckons
Unsure of who or what to trust.
Like Water, life is cruel
Inconsiderate and vain
With roaring waves and thrashing tides
To hide its buried pain.
Angry eyes may sting
Like the force of a raging storm
A violent vengeance heated
Wind is water's darkest form.
Like Water, life is kind
Gentle; full of peace
Compassion floating swiftly
Along the tranquil seas.
Tainted hands may be washed
And cleansed into rebirth
Water's soft and tender love
Is the splendor that made the earth.
Interview With The Predjudice
Why are you so narrow-minded?
Has your capacity to love exceeded?
What makes you so righteous?
Your predjudice is not needed?
Everyone has views and values
And yours I do respect.
So why is it so easy
To pass by me with neglect?
Why criticize my life
Without even knowing it?
Why condemn my choices
'cause you don't think they're fit?
Why must you hate me
Just because you disagree?
Your assumptions are all wrong
You don't know the way I see.
You think you know all there is
But you don't have a clue.
Why must you believe
You're an expert on what I do?
Do you think you are corrupt?
Or, wait, is that just me?
Have you been consumed by hate?
Why can't you let me be?
What makes you so obsessed
With changing who I am?
If I were to disappear
You wouldn't give a damn.
How can you decide
What is wrong and what is right?
Why don't you judge your own ways
Before you pick a fight?
Do you treat yourself
Like those that you detest?
I hope you realize
What it's like to be oppressed.
OUR EMBRACE
I lie beside you while the lights are dim and low
My mind keeps thinking, but I don't want you to know
I tuck your hair back, and I gently touch your face
You take my hand and we're bound in a warm embrace
And I just can't help but gaze into your eyes
I realize...
You are my sunny days
You are my starry nights
Like the rolling seas and the summer breeze
You make me feel alright
You are my hopeful heart
You are my happy tears
When the darkness comes, You're the only one
Who takes away my fears
And I could hold you...forever.
I see you crying all alone, cold in the rain
I'm there to comfort you, and rid you of your pain
I kiss your forehead, then I take you in my arms
You lean upon my chest, and you're tying to get warm
And you just can't help but hear my heart beat strong
You knew all along...
I would be your sunny days
I would be your starry nights
Like the rolling seas and the summer breeze
I'd make you feel alright
I will be your hopeful heart
I will be your happy tears
When the darkness comes, I'll be the only one
Who takes away your fears
And I could hold you...forever.
Childhood
Smiling at everything in sight
When you had a hug and kiss goodnight
Curious about all the stood
When the thrill of not knowing felt so good.
...That was childhood.
When having $1 made you rich
And those evil chickenpox made you itch
When imagination had no excuse
And you never had anything to lose.
...That was childhood.
Life was nearly only laughs and screams
Belief of the magic in your dreams
When there was little worry in your world
Rewarded for doing the best you could.
...That was childhood.
Now time has stolen your innocence
Given you a taste of hopelessness
There's wishes on stars that never came true
And dreams you can't always pursue.
...Where is childhood?
But further love may give you more
Make you feel like you did before
Power and passion create new life
And you begin to know what you did right...
You watch someone smile at everything in sight
You give them a hug and kiss goodnight
You triumph when they understood
That the thrill of not knowing feels so good.
...You've found childhood.
Expressions of the Artist
My pen, the ink, the paper
My mind, my words, thought-maker
Poetry inspired from feelings and dreams
The artist writes a gift that gleams.
Paint or draw or color or shade
Pictures and portraits made to be made
Lines that lead to images and shapes
The artist, on to still frame, escapes.
Sing and play; conduct or compose
Music the creative soul just knows
Notes, chords, melodies, and scales
The artist's instrument of sound compells.
My masks, my gestures, speech, and poise
Characters made real from actors' ploys
Emotion, energy, passion, will
The artist embraces what people feel.
Construct a world from the inside, out
Explore what self-expression's about
The body, beyond the senses affect
By all the artist may beget.
Beginning Again
Thinking of everything
And nothing all at once
My dreams, my goals, my future
My will years, but it runs.
This book of my existence
This chapter of my age
Continues to be written, while
I'm stuck reading the same page.
I want all that I hope for
But I'm terribly afraid
Just as it has always been
Doubts keep me captive in the shade.
I want nothing more that passion
For a lover, a home, a family
Who value respect and perfect trust
But can it really be?
My dream is to be an actor
On the set, drops, stage, or screen
To make and move and know and feel
The most amazing things I've ever seen.
Struggles must I go through
To achieve my life's true plan
But will I really make it?
I gotta believe I can!
Thinking of everything
And nothing at the same time
My dreams, my goals, my future
Are all I need to fly!
Failure
All I've worked for turned to dust
My strife diminished with broken trust
Sincerity does not matter
To the people that it must.
My humble, honest, hopeful aim
Has turned to sorror, guilt, and shame
Effort loses all affect
If I mis-judged the game.
There are rules I cannot comprehend
They don't match what I did intend
My yearning to achieve
Is the message I couldn't send.
Concern and anger come to rise
In those who think I'm telling lies
Pattern makes them assume
I fake my truest cries.
It really hurts when all it takes
Is failure based on small mistakes
No one recognizes
When the painful feeling wakes.
Failure comes and failure goes
But often, sometimes, failure grows
It shows no regret or remorse
For the hurt it made you know.
Intro to the Words
I'm sorry if I depress you
With my words so rare and true
I aim to stir emotion
In everything I do.
These thoughts are merely records
of feelings that I felt
Some may still pertain
While others simply melt.
Though the memories I've written
May imply a painful life
The memories closest to my heart
Are the ones I didn't write.
Keep your eyes open
To the wonders that I see
For sorrow's just a passion
For the muse inside of me.
Glass Heart
A sense of lonliness
Feelings of failure
No purpose for my heart
A cancer with no cure.
My goals for the future
Are nothing but a lie
Greatness has no place
In this breaking heart of mine
Peering past the ruthless edge
I see me falling deep
My heart is destined to be dull
While the world around me sleeps.
Where's the truth to my existence
I live yet, but what for?
The striving pieces of my glass heart
Shattered; fall to the floor.
Then stepped on by the blind
That see what I don't see
The inner being of my heart
The pointlessness of me.
With what little life I have
My shards reflect the tears
Of the ones who simply watch
My glass heart disappear.
Glass Heart, you're hurting me
Cutting through my will to dream
Glass Heart, you fragile thing
Falling...falling...Shattering.
Pride
Pretentious acts and false words
Bring meaning to a broken life.
And self-centered arrogance
Create achievers without strife.
Within an egotystical bubble
You are trapped inside yourself
Ostentatious exaggerations
You believe the lies you tell.
A deadly sin of seven
Pride destroys what's left in grasp.
The flames of your burning heart
Leave only its haughty mask.
Seasons
In Spring the sun may shine
While the world, from rain, is born.
My life grows too, with laughter
From the tears my heart has mourned.
In Summer, the days are warm
With freedom to do their will
A gift I live upon
My heart is happy, still.
In Autumn, the trees reveal
Their beauty underneath
A time when I show most
The inner part of me.
In Winter, the world lay still
Frozen, and silent, and soft.
I take in all the blessings
From all that I have lost.
As time goes by, the seasons change
Reknewed by all that ends.
How long will it be
'til my pain returns again.
I Dream
In the restlessness of night
My concious drifts away
I slip apart to dream
With my mind, a world to play.
Silently I watch
A cloud of motion picture
Or interact inside
My soul's eternal mixture.
I dream of the bizarre
Things that don't make sense
And essences of nature
A guide to ease what's tense.
A world not fully known
Not fully understood
A realm of endless wonder
The truth revealed, as should.
And in the abyss of reality
The calm before the quake
My mind drifts back to earth
And I find myself awake.
Invisible End
Can you hear my silent song?
Its been beside you all along
It's buried far, deep down within
Yet radiates up through your skin
Though you cannot hear it play
Its message is there and always stays
My voice whispers my love for you
And reveals the past that made me blue.
Can you taste my tasteless treat?
It's made for only you to eat
To bring to tears, your joyous eyes
And see my face within the skies
My bitter sorrow urges me
To bring you closer to my plea
Is my senseless sweet alive
In your disregarding hive?
Can you feel my frozen heart?
Still and stupid on the chart.
Intangible, to your mind
For, my love has made you blind.
My food not tasted by your tongue
My open mouth with words unsung
My heart not beating in your head
To you, I'm just as good as dead.
Do you remember what we had?
All the times you made me sad.
Yet I was happy to be with you
Because my love was always true.
I remember the times we shared
Our happiness has brought me there
We had the greatest, caring plot
Then I became someone, you forgot.
The Funny Man's Lament
I am shy; I may be dull
But I try to keep things fun
When I do, people laugh
Yet, I don't feel like I've won
People think I'm wild and eccentric
I'm not one to really talk to
I only entertain
I am friends with only few.
I'm percieved as weird
Which means I can't be trusted.
My compassion is suppressed
My being is insulted.
My "self" is now invisible
Wrapped inside a cloak
I'm not taken seriously
To them, I am a joke.
My antics are hysterical
And the whole world's wanting more.
But the morals of my heart
Are trapped inside my core.
The Trouble with Compassion
Compassion is a gift
But it may also be a curse
For when you sympathize
You sometimes make it worse.
Knowing, what you decide
Will hurt someone wither way
And if you don't decide
Another one will pay.
What is one to do
When put in such a situation?
Being afraid to harm another
Is the trouble with compassion.
Refusing to take the chance
Of bringing someone pain
Can be damaging to you
As you try to keep things sane.
Conflict begins to appear
And everything's on you
Tension taking over
From what you did and didn't do.
Indecisive and alone
You must stop this confrontation
Being afraid to harm another
Is the trouble with compassion.
The Things That Carried Them
In times of war, more than before
soldiers carried many things.
They carried gear, they carried aid, they carried
the fear that was the greatest;
which was being seen blushing.
What about the things that carried them?
What if what was carried
in turn had carried men?
Grief, terror, booze, and humor
could have driven them to fight on.
They laughed at the audacity
of the world that they were in.
Speedy choppers
more often than others
also carried men.
So did the songs they sang.
The Word
"Word."
That's a funny word!
People use it everyday, and
they use words besides just "word."
They read words, say words, type words,
spell words, write words.
But the word, "word" is overlooked.
What does it mean?
After too much thought, you forget.
It will happen with any word, though.
I hear words at home, at school,
At work, if I had some.
On the streets, the "gangsta wannabe's"
go "Word!" and I don't understand.
Ironic how that's the most appreciation
the word, "word" has probably got.
When analyzed, the 4 letter
word sounds very weird.
"Word" almost sounds like "weird."
And that's another word!
Could "word" be better
known through
cosmic contemplation?
…OHHHMMM…
I've tried, and so far nothing.
But I'll give word, when I know "word" for certain.
I hear the southern Bible
lady on TV say,
"There's Liife ien the Wurrd."
And though, I don't much care for her,
Words really do hold life.
Words make stories, words give rhyme, words communicate.
But they don't paint pictures.
Or do they?
Some say they don't like words
Just as some say they don't like numbers.
Yet they still use them?
Why?
Incognito?
I saw Spider-man at Wal-mart!
He was wearing that popular red and blue lycra suit
with the 3D webbing
that glistened like a shiny apple
in the florescent light.
I watched him
leisurly linger
down the aisles
as he packed his
shopping cart with
brand new socks
and underwear,
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups,
and the Spider-man 3 DVD.
The other customers and workers
giggled and snickered and
made indiscernable whispers.
Children grinned mightily and
sped through the store
with providential arms
outstretched
with anxious hopes of touching him.
The female clerk
at the check-out counter
resembled an
affrighted blowfish
holding back the laughter from her lips.
$42.22 lit up the register
in neon green.
Spider-man retrieved his wallet
from the
leather black jacket
that rested in his cart.
He counted the dollar bills
and gave exact change:
2 nickels
2 pennies
and a dime.
The coins echoed in susurration
as they made contact with the
plastic surface of the counter.
Then Spider-man left.
There was no
exorbitant leapage
or Cirque Du Soleil
acrobatics.
No exhibition of his
emanating adhesive.
No villian to fight.
No innocent to save.
I guess every hero needs his day off.
It just might be best
If next time,
he leave the suit at home.
My World
Justice...
To know and give and try to live in fairness
Tolerant; forgiving
An open mind from the beginning.
But where does justice lie?
Not here. Not in the world I see.
Not with this corrupt society.
Governments work for themselves
Despite the "guiding light" they preach.
But then again, don't we all?
"Every man for himself", right?
My world...
Is a praise for war and violence
Morality runs and in come the guns
All for a bit of money.
In My world,
Money rules and money reigns
and it wounds and ruins if you let it.
Takes away lives just as easily as bullets and knives
And nobody does much to stop it.
My world is a place where families starve.
Where children wait by, and mothers cry
Stuggling to survive.
When the stress of working too much breaks you.
Where the shame of having no work takes you.
My world is when the hurt is so great, you just give up.
When you refrain from showing pain
And just act like you're on top.
Stability and generosity exist somewhere
Probably not too far away.
But not here. Not in my world.
Like Water
Like Water, life is unstable
Always moving, ever-flowing
Even when your world seems constant
The smallest change will cause a ripple; growing.
Tears shed may go unnoticed
But they don't hurt any less
They sink down into your ocean
Becoming one with the abyss.
Like Water, life is beautiful
Colorful, but clear
When your mind and heart are open
You bring the stars and sunlight near.
Smiles shown may glisten
Reflecting off the mirrored surface
Below; the breath that beckons
Unsure of who or what to trust.
Like Water, life is cruel
Inconsiderate and vain
With roaring waves and thrashing tides
To hide its buried pain.
Angry eyes may sting
Like the force of a raging storm
A violent vengeance heated
Wind is water's darkest form.
Like Water, life is kind
Gentle; full of peace
Compassion floating swiftly
Along the tranquil seas.
Tainted hands may be washed
And cleansed into rebirth
Water's soft and tender love
Is the splendor that made the earth.
Interview With The Predjudice
Why are you so narrow-minded?
Has your capacity to love exceeded?
What makes you so righteous?
Your predjudice is not needed?
Everyone has views and values
And yours I do respect.
So why is it so easy
To pass by me with neglect?
Why criticize my life
Without even knowing it?
Why condemn my choices
'cause you don't think they're fit?
Why must you hate me
Just because you disagree?
Your assumptions are all wrong
You don't know the way I see.
You think you know all there is
But you don't have a clue.
Why must you believe
You're an expert on what I do?
Do you think you are corrupt?
Or, wait, is that just me?
Have you been consumed by hate?
Why can't you let me be?
What makes you so obsessed
With changing who I am?
If I were to disappear
You wouldn't give a damn.
How can you decide
What is wrong and what is right?
Why don't you judge your own ways
Before you pick a fight?
Do you treat yourself
Like those that you detest?
I hope you realize
What it's like to be oppressed.
OUR EMBRACE
I lie beside you while the lights are dim and low
My mind keeps thinking, but I don't want you to know
I tuck your hair back, and I gently touch your face
You take my hand and we're bound in a warm embrace
And I just can't help but gaze into your eyes
I realize...
You are my sunny days
You are my starry nights
Like the rolling seas and the summer breeze
You make me feel alright
You are my hopeful heart
You are my happy tears
When the darkness comes, You're the only one
Who takes away my fears
And I could hold you...forever.
I see you crying all alone, cold in the rain
I'm there to comfort you, and rid you of your pain
I kiss your forehead, then I take you in my arms
You lean upon my chest, and you're tying to get warm
And you just can't help but hear my heart beat strong
You knew all along...
I would be your sunny days
I would be your starry nights
Like the rolling seas and the summer breeze
I'd make you feel alright
I will be your hopeful heart
I will be your happy tears
When the darkness comes, I'll be the only one
Who takes away your fears
And I could hold you...forever.
Childhood
Smiling at everything in sight
When you had a hug and kiss goodnight
Curious about all the stood
When the thrill of not knowing felt so good.
...That was childhood.
When having $1 made you rich
And those evil chickenpox made you itch
When imagination had no excuse
And you never had anything to lose.
...That was childhood.
Life was nearly only laughs and screams
Belief of the magic in your dreams
When there was little worry in your world
Rewarded for doing the best you could.
...That was childhood.
Now time has stolen your innocence
Given you a taste of hopelessness
There's wishes on stars that never came true
And dreams you can't always pursue.
...Where is childhood?
But further love may give you more
Make you feel like you did before
Power and passion create new life
And you begin to know what you did right...
You watch someone smile at everything in sight
You give them a hug and kiss goodnight
You triumph when they understood
That the thrill of not knowing feels so good.
...You've found childhood.
Expressions of the Artist
My pen, the ink, the paper
My mind, my words, thought-maker
Poetry inspired from feelings and dreams
The artist writes a gift that gleams.
Paint or draw or color or shade
Pictures and portraits made to be made
Lines that lead to images and shapes
The artist, on to still frame, escapes.
Sing and play; conduct or compose
Music the creative soul just knows
Notes, chords, melodies, and scales
The artist's instrument of sound compells.
My masks, my gestures, speech, and poise
Characters made real from actors' ploys
Emotion, energy, passion, will
The artist embraces what people feel.
Construct a world from the inside, out
Explore what self-expression's about
The body, beyond the senses affect
By all the artist may beget.
Beginning Again
Thinking of everything
And nothing all at once
My dreams, my goals, my future
My will years, but it runs.
This book of my existence
This chapter of my age
Continues to be written, while
I'm stuck reading the same page.
I want all that I hope for
But I'm terribly afraid
Just as it has always been
Doubts keep me captive in the shade.
I want nothing more that passion
For a lover, a home, a family
Who value respect and perfect trust
But can it really be?
My dream is to be an actor
On the set, drops, stage, or screen
To make and move and know and feel
The most amazing things I've ever seen.
Struggles must I go through
To achieve my life's true plan
But will I really make it?
I gotta believe I can!
Thinking of everything
And nothing at the same time
My dreams, my goals, my future
Are all I need to fly!
Failure
All I've worked for turned to dust
My strife diminished with broken trust
Sincerity does not matter
To the people that it must.
My humble, honest, hopeful aim
Has turned to sorror, guilt, and shame
Effort loses all affect
If I mis-judged the game.
There are rules I cannot comprehend
They don't match what I did intend
My yearning to achieve
Is the message I couldn't send.
Concern and anger come to rise
In those who think I'm telling lies
Pattern makes them assume
I fake my truest cries.
It really hurts when all it takes
Is failure based on small mistakes
No one recognizes
When the painful feeling wakes.
Failure comes and failure goes
But often, sometimes, failure grows
It shows no regret or remorse
For the hurt it made you know.
Intro to the Words
I'm sorry if I depress you
With my words so rare and true
I aim to stir emotion
In everything I do.
These thoughts are merely records
of feelings that I felt
Some may still pertain
While others simply melt.
Though the memories I've written
May imply a painful life
The memories closest to my heart
Are the ones I didn't write.
Keep your eyes open
To the wonders that I see
For sorrow's just a passion
For the muse inside of me.
Glass Heart
A sense of lonliness
Feelings of failure
No purpose for my heart
A cancer with no cure.
My goals for the future
Are nothing but a lie
Greatness has no place
In this breaking heart of mine
Peering past the ruthless edge
I see me falling deep
My heart is destined to be dull
While the world around me sleeps.
Where's the truth to my existence
I live yet, but what for?
The striving pieces of my glass heart
Shattered; fall to the floor.
Then stepped on by the blind
That see what I don't see
The inner being of my heart
The pointlessness of me.
With what little life I have
My shards reflect the tears
Of the ones who simply watch
My glass heart disappear.
Glass Heart, you're hurting me
Cutting through my will to dream
Glass Heart, you fragile thing
Falling...falling...Shattering.
Pride
Pretentious acts and false words
Bring meaning to a broken life.
And self-centered arrogance
Create achievers without strife.
Within an egotystical bubble
You are trapped inside yourself
Ostentatious exaggerations
You believe the lies you tell.
A deadly sin of seven
Pride destroys what's left in grasp.
The flames of your burning heart
Leave only its haughty mask.
Seasons
In Spring the sun may shine
While the world, from rain, is born.
My life grows too, with laughter
From the tears my heart has mourned.
In Summer, the days are warm
With freedom to do their will
A gift I live upon
My heart is happy, still.
In Autumn, the trees reveal
Their beauty underneath
A time when I show most
The inner part of me.
In Winter, the world lay still
Frozen, and silent, and soft.
I take in all the blessings
From all that I have lost.
As time goes by, the seasons change
Reknewed by all that ends.
How long will it be
'til my pain returns again.
I Dream
In the restlessness of night
My concious drifts away
I slip apart to dream
With my mind, a world to play.
Silently I watch
A cloud of motion picture
Or interact inside
My soul's eternal mixture.
I dream of the bizarre
Things that don't make sense
And essences of nature
A guide to ease what's tense.
A world not fully known
Not fully understood
A realm of endless wonder
The truth revealed, as should.
And in the abyss of reality
The calm before the quake
My mind drifts back to earth
And I find myself awake.
Invisible End
Can you hear my silent song?
Its been beside you all along
It's buried far, deep down within
Yet radiates up through your skin
Though you cannot hear it play
Its message is there and always stays
My voice whispers my love for you
And reveals the past that made me blue.
Can you taste my tasteless treat?
It's made for only you to eat
To bring to tears, your joyous eyes
And see my face within the skies
My bitter sorrow urges me
To bring you closer to my plea
Is my senseless sweet alive
In your disregarding hive?
Can you feel my frozen heart?
Still and stupid on the chart.
Intangible, to your mind
For, my love has made you blind.
My food not tasted by your tongue
My open mouth with words unsung
My heart not beating in your head
To you, I'm just as good as dead.
Do you remember what we had?
All the times you made me sad.
Yet I was happy to be with you
Because my love was always true.
I remember the times we shared
Our happiness has brought me there
We had the greatest, caring plot
Then I became someone, you forgot.
The Funny Man's Lament
I am shy; I may be dull
But I try to keep things fun
When I do, people laugh
Yet, I don't feel like I've won
People think I'm wild and eccentric
I'm not one to really talk to
I only entertain
I am friends with only few.
I'm percieved as weird
Which means I can't be trusted.
My compassion is suppressed
My being is insulted.
My "self" is now invisible
Wrapped inside a cloak
I'm not taken seriously
To them, I am a joke.
My antics are hysterical
And the whole world's wanting more.
But the morals of my heart
Are trapped inside my core.
The Trouble with Compassion
Compassion is a gift
But it may also be a curse
For when you sympathize
You sometimes make it worse.
Knowing, what you decide
Will hurt someone wither way
And if you don't decide
Another one will pay.
What is one to do
When put in such a situation?
Being afraid to harm another
Is the trouble with compassion.
Refusing to take the chance
Of bringing someone pain
Can be damaging to you
As you try to keep things sane.
Conflict begins to appear
And everything's on you
Tension taking over
From what you did and didn't do.
Indecisive and alone
You must stop this confrontation
Being afraid to harm another
Is the trouble with compassion.
My Bloody Valentine 3D!!!!
Alright, well Steve and the group (which in this case includes me) went to see My Bloody Valentine in 3D-d-d-d. (It's hard to make an echo effect in typed text, but that's what I was going for!)
Anyway, the movie was super cool! It had a fairly interesting story, hilarious moments of pwnage, and enough 3D attitude to bring a true love for the movie.
It's not too much of a Valentine movie, despite the name, because the only real relevance to Valentine's was that it always took place on Valentine's Day and then the Heart boxes traditionally filled with candy. Ok, well I guess there is a theme of Valentine's Day, but usually with Valentine movies, it's referenced more and is sickeningly lovey dovey, and it doesn't have that! So YAAAAAAY, props to the film!!!
The 3D here, was a real nice additon. It's clear to see that the world of 3D had come a long way, and there's nothing like watching blood, brains and fire coming at you and guns and miner's axepicks pointed at you. Is that even what they're called, axepicks? I really can't think of the name for that tool, but whatevs! It was also cool seeing Jensen Ackles in something besides Supernatural (Season 1-3 out on DVD, check it out!) It's a little bit of a different character for him, even though he looks exactly the same in both medias.
Overall this is a real good horror film. It's funny, clever, and just pure entertainment. I'm really not that much of a horror fan, but this one was very enjoyable!! Recommended!!!
BTW: If anyone is interested, my Little Mermaid and Me video is right here:
Anyway, the movie was super cool! It had a fairly interesting story, hilarious moments of pwnage, and enough 3D attitude to bring a true love for the movie.
It's not too much of a Valentine movie, despite the name, because the only real relevance to Valentine's was that it always took place on Valentine's Day and then the Heart boxes traditionally filled with candy. Ok, well I guess there is a theme of Valentine's Day, but usually with Valentine movies, it's referenced more and is sickeningly lovey dovey, and it doesn't have that! So YAAAAAAY, props to the film!!!
The 3D here, was a real nice additon. It's clear to see that the world of 3D had come a long way, and there's nothing like watching blood, brains and fire coming at you and guns and miner's axepicks pointed at you. Is that even what they're called, axepicks? I really can't think of the name for that tool, but whatevs! It was also cool seeing Jensen Ackles in something besides Supernatural (Season 1-3 out on DVD, check it out!) It's a little bit of a different character for him, even though he looks exactly the same in both medias.
Overall this is a real good horror film. It's funny, clever, and just pure entertainment. I'm really not that much of a horror fan, but this one was very enjoyable!! Recommended!!!
BTW: If anyone is interested, my Little Mermaid and Me video is right here:
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Get Your Bean Snapped!
Hey, wow I'm blogging! Sort of...
Anyway, most of the time I blog, there will most likely be a vlog to accompany it. Sometimes there wont. It just depends on what I'm feeling and how much time I have.
Also how much I say in the vlog, will effect how much I say in the blog. I will make comments about my vlog in the blog, and then you must watch the vlog.
I love the RHYMING! It's fun to keep using blog and vlog alternatively!
Anyway without further adieu, (is it pronounced UH DOO or UH DIEW?), whatever, here's my vlog. It's kind of long to watch somebody talk, but it's pretty entertaining I must say.
I am mildy embarrassed about it, though...
Anyway, most of the time I blog, there will most likely be a vlog to accompany it. Sometimes there wont. It just depends on what I'm feeling and how much time I have.
Also how much I say in the vlog, will effect how much I say in the blog. I will make comments about my vlog in the blog, and then you must watch the vlog.
I love the RHYMING! It's fun to keep using blog and vlog alternatively!
Anyway without further adieu, (is it pronounced UH DOO or UH DIEW?), whatever, here's my vlog. It's kind of long to watch somebody talk, but it's pretty entertaining I must say.
I am mildy embarrassed about it, though...
Friday, January 2, 2009
Here I am!
I guess I have a blog here! I wrote on livejournal for awhile, and then starting using my myspace blog for the longest time, but I guess I'll be here too. Eh, well get ready for all my weird emo awesomeness!
If anyone is at all interested, which you most likely aren't, the blog I've been using for the past few years is here:
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=24727683
You may or may not need a myspace account and be signed in. I don't know...
If anyone is at all interested, which you most likely aren't, the blog I've been using for the past few years is here:
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=24727683
You may or may not need a myspace account and be signed in. I don't know...
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