I took a train to Seattle.
I took a bus to the market.
I took the crosswalk to you.
I took a word to your ears.
I took an idea to your thoughts.
I took a gesture to your heart.
I took your hand in mine.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Witness
Disclaimer: The following is lengthy and experimental. But if you do read it, do let me know what you think.
"So, before the aliens actually get there, they send a telepathic message to everyone on earth that they're coming. That is, except for me.
"I don't really remember why they came. Even at the end, I wasn't sure if they were helping us or planning to use us. They weren't hauling us away to eat us, or anything. I think maybe the planet was going to be destroyed, so that's why they were coming to pick us up. Anyway, they told us they were coming, they came, and we all got onto their ship, which was massive. I remember being on this bio-deck with a full-sized waterfall.
"So, before the aliens actually get there, they send a telepathic message to everyone on earth that they're coming. That is, except for me.
"I don't really remember why they came. Even at the end, I wasn't sure if they were helping us or planning to use us. They weren't hauling us away to eat us, or anything. I think maybe the planet was going to be destroyed, so that's why they were coming to pick us up. Anyway, they told us they were coming, they came, and we all got onto their ship, which was massive. I remember being on this bio-deck with a full-sized waterfall.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Weary Servant
Leave home weary servant
you have a new master now
no longer will you milk cows
no longer in the fields work
Your job is much different
but in essence the same
not to cure sick or lame
but to labor among others
You have helpers on this quest
to give good news to everyone
to help them see the rising sun
so that it touches their dark hearts
Your new master you know
is the bright Morning Star
whose light will travel far
through you, weary servant
A few things: In the fifth grade, I received a hardback Wonder Woman journal. It's amazing. I tried keeping it as a journal, but only did that for so long. Then I wrote poetry in it. For those who have known me for a while, know that I like rhyming, and this journal was no exception. Unfortunately. But there's something else. When I was younger, I of course knew it was good to pray, but I understandably wasn't always interested in being inert. Thus, sometimes I would simply draw pictures or write poems instead. Most of the rhymes in this journal are from the heart, a form of my prayer, a result from thinking about God and Christ, but some are so...cheesy that I will never feel comfortable showing them to other people. Even some of the journal entries... why in the heck was I such a melodramatic grade schooler?
Oh well, don't expect too much personal divulging on this blog. I just thought I'd share something I wrote a long time ago (circa seventh grade).
you have a new master now
no longer will you milk cows
no longer in the fields work
Your job is much different
but in essence the same
not to cure sick or lame
but to labor among others
You have helpers on this quest
to give good news to everyone
to help them see the rising sun
so that it touches their dark hearts
Your new master you know
is the bright Morning Star
whose light will travel far
through you, weary servant
A few things: In the fifth grade, I received a hardback Wonder Woman journal. It's amazing. I tried keeping it as a journal, but only did that for so long. Then I wrote poetry in it. For those who have known me for a while, know that I like rhyming, and this journal was no exception. Unfortunately. But there's something else. When I was younger, I of course knew it was good to pray, but I understandably wasn't always interested in being inert. Thus, sometimes I would simply draw pictures or write poems instead. Most of the rhymes in this journal are from the heart, a form of my prayer, a result from thinking about God and Christ, but some are so...cheesy that I will never feel comfortable showing them to other people. Even some of the journal entries... why in the heck was I such a melodramatic grade schooler?
Oh well, don't expect too much personal divulging on this blog. I just thought I'd share something I wrote a long time ago (circa seventh grade).
Monday, December 27, 2010
Smiles
I'm sorry it's not a poem, lyrics or a short story. For some reason, I just wanted to talk about smiles, and as it would be a little awkward to call someone up for the sole purpose of this topic, I thought it best to put in a blog post.
Smiles. Why can one smile make you think about someone completely differently? Why do we pay so much attention to them that we can tell when someone is faking it? What makes a smile great or pretty? That is, is fore familiarity with the person a requirement?
What inspires this blog post is a music group I've discovered recently. The thing is, my first exposure to them was actually over a year ago, but I didn't start habitually youtubing them until recently when I came across a different video in which they smiled. All of a sudden, I'm in love with them! All of sudden, they seem beautiful in all of their videos, whereas upon my initial viewing (before I saw the grin) I thought they were just weird and experimental in their appearance, to say the least. And the music? At first not my thing, but it definitely grew on me, so much so I'm going to buy an album.
But maybe, I'm completely off. Maybe I made the whole thing up about seeing their smiles and that somehow made their music better. But maybe, it was still their smiles that made me feel drawn and open to what they were offering, their smiles that made me interested and convinced me there was a depth I wanted to delve into.
I'd hate to say something to the contrary of all smiles being beautiful, but I've certainly noticed that I don't experience everyone's smile the same. How normal is that? Among my friends it tells me how they're feeling, but among strangers it might actually send my head reeling from the...profoundness of it.
As for me, I saw a friend recently who I hadn't seen in a while, and I grinned the whole time we sat in Starbucks, in spite of myself. I was just so happy just to see her. That kind of thing, my friends, does not happen very often. For me to smile usually takes wit and humor, dialogue and comical action, not something so trivial as seeing someone's face.
My concluding thought on this matter is that I hope someone out there enjoys my smile as much as I enjoy the one in this picture.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Anger Management
Listen to that drawl
voices through the wall
want to make you fall
want to watch you crawl
tear it all apart
throw away that heart
beat them at the start
pierce them like a dart
and lose the brawl
and lose it all
then watch you fall
then watch you crawl
voices through the wall
want to make you fall
want to watch you crawl
tear it all apart
throw away that heart
beat them at the start
pierce them like a dart
and lose the brawl
and lose it all
then watch you fall
then watch you crawl
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