The Undiscovered Anguish
You’re so pretty,
I wish I could be witty,
But when I see your shiny face,
It feels like I just got bashed with a spiked mace,
So I’m wondering how lucky are my dice,
I got them at a hobby shop at a discount price,
They’ve survived me many dungeons,
I hope you don’t mind me sitting next to you at luncheon,
You are such a goddess,
Will you come with me to watch for Nessie at Lochness?
I know I’m a geek,
But at least I don’t reak,
Come over to my house and watch the Trek marathon,
Please come to the next comic book con,
Man, I’ve fallen for your good looks,
It’s worse than they describe in the books,
Every night my heart aches,
You’re like Buffy piercing me with your pointy stakes,
I wonder if you will ever see me; the piece of space trash,
I wish I were roguishly handsome like Solo or Ash,
This must have been what Jabba felt,
Until his love strangled him with that belt,
Yet your Jedi mind tricks work,
And I can’t help but lurk,
You won’t even read this,
I guess that’s the greatest diss,
So I say goodbye for the forty-second time,
I’ll go drown my sorrows in grails of wine,
Maybe tomorrow you’ll pity the poor hobbit,
Or I’ll just fall deeper into the Sarlaac pit,
I will never forget your smile,
I wish I had the Tardiss so I could turn back the dial,
I’ll just have to keep flyin’ all alone in the black...
O Frack!
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
The Shadow Proves the Sunshine
WASSUP BRUTHAS?
So...this is just kind of a sequel to my last post. I was really confused about that whole school class thing. So I called Greg (down in Kansas City) to ask him some advice about it. And as soon as I call him he's like...I;m watching this thing by the Veggie Tales about Persistence and fighting even when times get tough. And there was God...again.....the train slamming right into me.....OVER ME....AGAIN! And I just started to smile and laugh. And so I told Greg what was goin' on...and he was like Don't Quit....and I already knew God didn't want me to...so I conceded..finally....after like three days. Then Greg says that its better it happened like this....its like starting over again...only this time its a good thing...because Itll be what I truly want to study and research. He said that I had to come up with a topic that I would be interested in studying....and that suggestions from people wouldn't help. So I prayed about it....and God helped me to find something that I am interested and passionate about. (It deals with Plotline Archetypes...ask if you want detail...haven't fully flushed it out yet.....but I will) And that's why the Shadow Proves the Sunshine...this whole thing this weekend has increased my faith....cuz I prayed to God...I was like...God you gotta prove yoursefl to me...you gotta give me persistence, strength, and hope .....and he did! ABBA Rxrs my Bxrs as we say online. So yea.....Oscars......be on....so I b going...to eat popcorn while watching Soddom & Gammora...but thats another story....
So...this is just kind of a sequel to my last post. I was really confused about that whole school class thing. So I called Greg (down in Kansas City) to ask him some advice about it. And as soon as I call him he's like...I;m watching this thing by the Veggie Tales about Persistence and fighting even when times get tough. And there was God...again.....the train slamming right into me.....OVER ME....AGAIN! And I just started to smile and laugh. And so I told Greg what was goin' on...and he was like Don't Quit....and I already knew God didn't want me to...so I conceded..finally....after like three days. Then Greg says that its better it happened like this....its like starting over again...only this time its a good thing...because Itll be what I truly want to study and research. He said that I had to come up with a topic that I would be interested in studying....and that suggestions from people wouldn't help. So I prayed about it....and God helped me to find something that I am interested and passionate about. (It deals with Plotline Archetypes...ask if you want detail...haven't fully flushed it out yet.....but I will) And that's why the Shadow Proves the Sunshine...this whole thing this weekend has increased my faith....cuz I prayed to God...I was like...God you gotta prove yoursefl to me...you gotta give me persistence, strength, and hope .....and he did! ABBA Rxrs my Bxrs as we say online. So yea.....Oscars......be on....so I b going...to eat popcorn while watching Soddom & Gammora...but thats another story....
Mountains on the Path
Hey peoples. Sorry I haven't posted in such a long time. But I'm back....I need some advice/suggestions on two main things (important things this time). Keep praying. Please :)
The first has to do with an extra class I've been taking for about a year and a half now. Its this science research project that goes on for three years of high school, and its this whole self-motivation thing. I don't know why I applied for it in the first place, but thats all in the past now. I've been doing it on Bird Social Communication up to this point. Real exciting, huh? (That's supposed to be a cynical comment....btw) I never really wanted to do that subject...but I kind of let myself get bamboozled into it (I guess thats what I thought the teachers wanted). So I had a meeting with one of the teachers on Friday, and I had done some work, but not enough, because I wasn't really motivated to do it, and I just wasn't into my research. So he was angry at me....and he could tell that I wasn't passionate about my topic...and he thought that maybe it would be better if I either quit the program or do something that I am passionate about (Creative Writing Scientific Research for example) But that would mean starting over at square one a year and a half ago, and I'mnot doing that. And I dunno if it would be time better spent honing my writing skills. Or maybe I'm just being lazy and running away from my problems. I just dunno. And speaking of writing, thats the other thing I've been wanting to talk about...
Today was the third day (during the past couple of weeks) that I tried to write a short story and even though I have ideas for characters and stuff, I just haven't been able to write anything. This has happened with my poetry too, its all become the same content....I whine in my poetry about the same crap over and over again....and It was pissing me off so I stopped writing. I'm not sure if I've lost confidence....I dunno bout anything anymore. Maybe I'm just not being persistent in the right things.
Please Pray
Dave
The first has to do with an extra class I've been taking for about a year and a half now. Its this science research project that goes on for three years of high school, and its this whole self-motivation thing. I don't know why I applied for it in the first place, but thats all in the past now. I've been doing it on Bird Social Communication up to this point. Real exciting, huh? (That's supposed to be a cynical comment....btw) I never really wanted to do that subject...but I kind of let myself get bamboozled into it (I guess thats what I thought the teachers wanted). So I had a meeting with one of the teachers on Friday, and I had done some work, but not enough, because I wasn't really motivated to do it, and I just wasn't into my research. So he was angry at me....and he could tell that I wasn't passionate about my topic...and he thought that maybe it would be better if I either quit the program or do something that I am passionate about (Creative Writing Scientific Research for example) But that would mean starting over at square one a year and a half ago, and I'mnot doing that. And I dunno if it would be time better spent honing my writing skills. Or maybe I'm just being lazy and running away from my problems. I just dunno. And speaking of writing, thats the other thing I've been wanting to talk about...
Today was the third day (during the past couple of weeks) that I tried to write a short story and even though I have ideas for characters and stuff, I just haven't been able to write anything. This has happened with my poetry too, its all become the same content....I whine in my poetry about the same crap over and over again....and It was pissing me off so I stopped writing. I'm not sure if I've lost confidence....I dunno bout anything anymore. Maybe I'm just not being persistent in the right things.
Please Pray
Dave
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Midnight Musings
Samuel
The demon crept up behind him, whispering in a long forgotten language. Its feline-like eyes flickered maniacally in the candlelight. The air seemed to ice over as the demon pressed its disfigured face against the boy’s. The demons’ claws scraped across the wooden table, peeling wood shavings onto the cold floor. Long, yellowing fangs protruded from its mouth. Saliva trickled from the dark one’s mouth, forming a red pool at its victim’s feet. The boy’s eyes shifted back and forth quickly, as if he was trying to contemplate what he was about to do. The demon continued to whisper into the boy’s ear, its forked tongue flicking seductively. A bitter smile crossed the youth’s face, as if what the demon’s words sounded appealed to him. He slowly reached for the revolver that lay in front of him on the table, struggling to pick up the unfamiliar weapon. The demon folded his dark wings and talons around the boy, and it began to chant a haunting chorus. As the chanting strengthened, the boy’s trembling hand moved the revolver to his head. His face began to grow contorted, angry, and lost as the demon smiled viciously. The gun was now aimed directly at his head. From his eye there came a burst of light, casting all the murkiness that had been there before to scatter. Something deep within him began to stir. He remembered a vague memory; the long-lost remnants of a strong feeling. An extremely strong feeling of complete and total warmth came over him. It was like he was being cradled by someone, and they were comforting him. The demon began to scream and chant rapidly, knowing that it was losing the battle. The boy’s eye shone with a light that had been lost in them since he had been born. The boy placed the gun back down on the table, and turned to the frantic demon. “No.” He said quietly but firmly. A being of light appeared on his other, right hand side, its brightness beyond anything of this Earth. The angel’s wings rustled, a sound like that of a thousand harps playing up above in the heavens. His long bright white hair and robes seemed to drift in an ethereal breeze, as he smiled at the human. It was like no other smile the boy had ever seen, that filled with truth, love, and compassion. The demon, upon seeing the angel, gave a shriek of pain and anguish, vanishing back into the shadow realms. “Thank you.” Said the boy. The angel shook his head, saying: “It was not us, it was you.” Rising from his chair, the boy turned to the door behind him. Bowing to the angel, he opened the door that had been behind him. A man walked out the other side.
The demon crept up behind him, whispering in a long forgotten language. Its feline-like eyes flickered maniacally in the candlelight. The air seemed to ice over as the demon pressed its disfigured face against the boy’s. The demons’ claws scraped across the wooden table, peeling wood shavings onto the cold floor. Long, yellowing fangs protruded from its mouth. Saliva trickled from the dark one’s mouth, forming a red pool at its victim’s feet. The boy’s eyes shifted back and forth quickly, as if he was trying to contemplate what he was about to do. The demon continued to whisper into the boy’s ear, its forked tongue flicking seductively. A bitter smile crossed the youth’s face, as if what the demon’s words sounded appealed to him. He slowly reached for the revolver that lay in front of him on the table, struggling to pick up the unfamiliar weapon. The demon folded his dark wings and talons around the boy, and it began to chant a haunting chorus. As the chanting strengthened, the boy’s trembling hand moved the revolver to his head. His face began to grow contorted, angry, and lost as the demon smiled viciously. The gun was now aimed directly at his head. From his eye there came a burst of light, casting all the murkiness that had been there before to scatter. Something deep within him began to stir. He remembered a vague memory; the long-lost remnants of a strong feeling. An extremely strong feeling of complete and total warmth came over him. It was like he was being cradled by someone, and they were comforting him. The demon began to scream and chant rapidly, knowing that it was losing the battle. The boy’s eye shone with a light that had been lost in them since he had been born. The boy placed the gun back down on the table, and turned to the frantic demon. “No.” He said quietly but firmly. A being of light appeared on his other, right hand side, its brightness beyond anything of this Earth. The angel’s wings rustled, a sound like that of a thousand harps playing up above in the heavens. His long bright white hair and robes seemed to drift in an ethereal breeze, as he smiled at the human. It was like no other smile the boy had ever seen, that filled with truth, love, and compassion. The demon, upon seeing the angel, gave a shriek of pain and anguish, vanishing back into the shadow realms. “Thank you.” Said the boy. The angel shook his head, saying: “It was not us, it was you.” Rising from his chair, the boy turned to the door behind him. Bowing to the angel, he opened the door that had been behind him. A man walked out the other side.
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