This is a really good video, it is the Indiana University's Men's A'capela group!!!
50,000 Shoes
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Christmas Story is here!!! Finally and just in time.
Merry Christmas Jack and Family
Merry Christmas to all!!! The bells rang out. It was a week before Christmas and all was busy and, well stressful. But in Candy Land, there was a particularly perturbed Candy Cane named Jack who just didn't know what gift to give his family, but he knew that it had to be perfect! So he decided to make the long trip up to the North Pole, but .... All of the sudden Zeveray, the deer, jumped him and said “Hey, Jack all of us, in the Tea Party And Book Club Association are heading up to the C.B.H.- Christmas Bazzare Hall- to make craft kits and tons of other stuff for the Christmas Bazzare. Want to come along?”
“Sure” said Jack. Thinking that he might find, or even make that Christmas gift that he was searching for. So they headed up the hill to the hall together while the showy field below seemed to blend the scenic beauty together, except for the occasional bit of shrubbery that dotted the hillside where jingling bells from a sleigh could be heard from Mr. and Mrs. McDonalds farm.
Then they arrive at the hall. All is merry, that is plainly heard even from the outside of the building. And this was no ordinary building, it wasn't called a hall just because that was a cool name, oh no, this beauty took over 5 years to complete, because it was made out of candy, snow, and here's the best part the fluffiest clouds that could ever be found.
“Well hello”, said Scarfy, he was a green and red flower sprouting from muzzle-idef the tree.
“Would you like so random tea cakes and tea?”
“ummm... sure”, both Jack and Zeveray said at the same time.
eeeeeerrrrerereerer..... -that was the loud speaker it had been having some problems lately- “Hello everyone welcome to the annual Tea Party And Book Association C.B. preparation day please take a seat.” announced Ms. Pepper Jerky.
So that is exactly what everyone did. There was fun, laughing, and jokes at every table once the creating began. Jack still felt that he wouldn't find the perfect gift here, so he got up, and walked towards the door so that he could go outside to get some fresh winter air. As he was leaving Mrs. Ketterly, the kinderly elderly tea pot handed him a scarf with a gleam in her eye saying “you'll need this deary if you are going out there.”
“Thanks”, replied Jack and he pushed open the door. The walk felt good although he wasn't exactly sure how long he had been out when he noticed that he was coming up to the north pole, what had made him walk or rather hop, in that direction?
Well he hopped his way to the pole, and then he pressed the secret button without knowing it.
Whoosh.!! He was instantly transported to Santa's visitor's waiting room, to have hardly sat down when he was ushered through another doorway to see the big man himself.
“Why, what brings you here my friend?”, asked Santa.
“Well...” started Jack. “I don't know what to get my family for Christmas, but was hoping that you could help?”
“hmm...” Santa thought out loud, “I believe that the best Christmas gift that you can give your family is TIME.”
Time thought Jack, what does this guy mean?
“I mean”, said Santa startling Jack out of his thinking stooper, “that the best gift that you can give them is time, literally, to spend time with them.”
“oh, ok now I get it”, said Jack. “Thank you.” He said.
“Your welcome, anytime.” Said Santa.
And Jack was then sent back up to the pole where he met a polar bear named Will who asked if he could be of any assistance in bringing Jack back home.
They raced back to Candy Land, and it had indeed been a while since Jack left it was only 3 days till Christmas! Jack hopped his way home and introduced his family to Will , and Will to his family, and then they all had a glass of milk!
The End
Merry Christmas to all!!! The bells rang out. It was a week before Christmas and all was busy and, well stressful. But in Candy Land, there was a particularly perturbed Candy Cane named Jack who just didn't know what gift to give his family, but he knew that it had to be perfect! So he decided to make the long trip up to the North Pole, but .... All of the sudden Zeveray, the deer, jumped him and said “Hey, Jack all of us, in the Tea Party And Book Club Association are heading up to the C.B.H.- Christmas Bazzare Hall- to make craft kits and tons of other stuff for the Christmas Bazzare. Want to come along?”
“Sure” said Jack. Thinking that he might find, or even make that Christmas gift that he was searching for. So they headed up the hill to the hall together while the showy field below seemed to blend the scenic beauty together, except for the occasional bit of shrubbery that dotted the hillside where jingling bells from a sleigh could be heard from Mr. and Mrs. McDonalds farm.
Then they arrive at the hall. All is merry, that is plainly heard even from the outside of the building. And this was no ordinary building, it wasn't called a hall just because that was a cool name, oh no, this beauty took over 5 years to complete, because it was made out of candy, snow, and here's the best part the fluffiest clouds that could ever be found.
“Well hello”, said Scarfy, he was a green and red flower sprouting from muzzle-idef the tree.
“Would you like so random tea cakes and tea?”
“ummm... sure”, both Jack and Zeveray said at the same time.
eeeeeerrrrerereerer..... -that was the loud speaker it had been having some problems lately- “Hello everyone welcome to the annual Tea Party And Book Association C.B. preparation day please take a seat.” announced Ms. Pepper Jerky.
So that is exactly what everyone did. There was fun, laughing, and jokes at every table once the creating began. Jack still felt that he wouldn't find the perfect gift here, so he got up, and walked towards the door so that he could go outside to get some fresh winter air. As he was leaving Mrs. Ketterly, the kinderly elderly tea pot handed him a scarf with a gleam in her eye saying “you'll need this deary if you are going out there.”
“Thanks”, replied Jack and he pushed open the door. The walk felt good although he wasn't exactly sure how long he had been out when he noticed that he was coming up to the north pole, what had made him walk or rather hop, in that direction?
Well he hopped his way to the pole, and then he pressed the secret button without knowing it.
Whoosh.!! He was instantly transported to Santa's visitor's waiting room, to have hardly sat down when he was ushered through another doorway to see the big man himself.
“Why, what brings you here my friend?”, asked Santa.
“Well...” started Jack. “I don't know what to get my family for Christmas, but was hoping that you could help?”
“hmm...” Santa thought out loud, “I believe that the best Christmas gift that you can give your family is TIME.”
Time thought Jack, what does this guy mean?
“I mean”, said Santa startling Jack out of his thinking stooper, “that the best gift that you can give them is time, literally, to spend time with them.”
“oh, ok now I get it”, said Jack. “Thank you.” He said.
“Your welcome, anytime.” Said Santa.
And Jack was then sent back up to the pole where he met a polar bear named Will who asked if he could be of any assistance in bringing Jack back home.
They raced back to Candy Land, and it had indeed been a while since Jack left it was only 3 days till Christmas! Jack hopped his way home and introduced his family to Will , and Will to his family, and then they all had a glass of milk!
The End
Friday, December 21, 2007
More New poems!!!! Enjoy!! Hopefully.... :P
Written 12-05-07
Just a Dream
The fields and hills of pure white
Snow lay untouched in a scene so brilliant
That it was as if God had a paintbrush and
Done it right then and there.
A beautiful masterpiece did lay there in front
Of you
Framed in your view, you stand there as
Still as a statue unblinking, afraid that if you
Blink even once that beauty that surrounds you
Will vanish and you will merely be inside your
House sitting by the warm and cozy fire.
You pinch yourself to check that
This is not a dream.
Your Eskimo outer wear
Is keeping you warm, while the clear air
Of this secret place fills your lungs, and
Reminds you of the life that God made.
In your eye you see children sliding down
The slopes that were never touched by
Humans,
Until now.
Your eyes close and you fall back and
Land on the surprisingly soft snow.
All of the sudden you wake up to find
Yourself at home...
All warm and cozy underneath the massive
Amount of thick, soft blankets and quilts
That you've buried yourself under.
Was it all just a dream?
____________________________________________________
Written 12-09 finished 12-16
Pterodactyl
It soars through the air on mighty wings
Upraised.
In times that we never knew.
In the olden times of the beginning.
Its screech is heard from miles around
In the caverns and
Magnificent Canyons.
Up above in the sky.
Right above where we walk.
Its eyes are beady with fierceness
And stare from under
A wrinkled patch of skin
That suits them to perfection.
They roam the skies in search of something
Missing,
The fierce Pterodactyl
__________________________________________________
Written 12-16
Mighty Eyes Stare Into The Midnight Sky
Up above in the night sky
Mingled with the bright and twinkling,
Where its scales and veins,
Even its features of mightiness
Are shown,
No expressed
As its beauty is reflected back into the
Village below
While it is perched on the cliff's edge
Staring with eyes wide and glowing,
Turquoise blue into the sky.
When suddenly wings of might outstretched
It takes to the midnight sky.
It circles to show its power and I feel
The wind rushing past my face, taking my
Hair back, my breath away, but not the
Warmth.
For from within this creature
Is a fire burning that keeps those
Around, in a blanket of warmth when cold
Tries to attack.
It lands back on its perch,
As I get off and stand next to
It I look into one of its scales,
And catch my reflection next to this
Mighty Dragon staring into the sky.
_________________________________________________
That one was for all you dragon lovers, not saying that I'm
not one, I am too!!
______________________________________________________________
Written 12-12 to 12-13-07
The Artist's Eye
The master artist
Puts detail to the eye
Of mightiness
Upon the paper of the sky.
There is the eye with master
Craftiness
That was sketched and thought and
Mulled upon.
To finish with great detail.
With its sword it catches
The branches and clouds that it falls
Through,
As it sharpens its edge
It cuts the edge of the clouds
And shakes the rain, snow, sleet, and hail out from within their fluffy covering.
It encourages the leaves to fall in
Autumn,
And sends the whispers of spring among the
Fields and Willow trees;
When the heat starts the warning of summer
It stands there unblinking while all the little people
Run into the cool of shadows and buildings to be
Wrapped amongst a chilly blanket.
And when the cold of winter comes and crouches
At your door
The ever present eye is there to warn you
To bundle up warmly in your jackets, hats,
Scarves, and mittens to keep the cold winds
Away from your skin.
The ice may still form upon your window
And the snow will still fall.
Slowly, drifting, wafting through the
Air till it reaches the ground and settles in
Its new home.
God creates the artist's eye and the
Mind with which makes the pictures
That cause the artistry to be.
That eye that came from a thought or
Started with something seen;
God created the first one out of dust
And not from ink or pencil.
Just a Dream
The fields and hills of pure white
Snow lay untouched in a scene so brilliant
That it was as if God had a paintbrush and
Done it right then and there.
A beautiful masterpiece did lay there in front
Of you
Framed in your view, you stand there as
Still as a statue unblinking, afraid that if you
Blink even once that beauty that surrounds you
Will vanish and you will merely be inside your
House sitting by the warm and cozy fire.
You pinch yourself to check that
This is not a dream.
Your Eskimo outer wear
Is keeping you warm, while the clear air
Of this secret place fills your lungs, and
Reminds you of the life that God made.
In your eye you see children sliding down
The slopes that were never touched by
Humans,
Until now.
Your eyes close and you fall back and
Land on the surprisingly soft snow.
All of the sudden you wake up to find
Yourself at home...
All warm and cozy underneath the massive
Amount of thick, soft blankets and quilts
That you've buried yourself under.
Was it all just a dream?
____________________________________________________
Written 12-09 finished 12-16
Pterodactyl
It soars through the air on mighty wings
Upraised.
In times that we never knew.
In the olden times of the beginning.
Its screech is heard from miles around
In the caverns and
Magnificent Canyons.
Up above in the sky.
Right above where we walk.
Its eyes are beady with fierceness
And stare from under
A wrinkled patch of skin
That suits them to perfection.
They roam the skies in search of something
Missing,
The fierce Pterodactyl
__________________________________________________
Written 12-16
Mighty Eyes Stare Into The Midnight Sky
Up above in the night sky
Mingled with the bright and twinkling,
Where its scales and veins,
Even its features of mightiness
Are shown,
No expressed
As its beauty is reflected back into the
Village below
While it is perched on the cliff's edge
Staring with eyes wide and glowing,
Turquoise blue into the sky.
When suddenly wings of might outstretched
It takes to the midnight sky.
It circles to show its power and I feel
The wind rushing past my face, taking my
Hair back, my breath away, but not the
Warmth.
For from within this creature
Is a fire burning that keeps those
Around, in a blanket of warmth when cold
Tries to attack.
It lands back on its perch,
As I get off and stand next to
It I look into one of its scales,
And catch my reflection next to this
Mighty Dragon staring into the sky.
_________________________________________________
That one was for all you dragon lovers, not saying that I'm
not one, I am too!!
______________________________________________________________
Written 12-12 to 12-13-07
The Artist's Eye
The master artist
Puts detail to the eye
Of mightiness
Upon the paper of the sky.
There is the eye with master
Craftiness
That was sketched and thought and
Mulled upon.
To finish with great detail.
With its sword it catches
The branches and clouds that it falls
Through,
As it sharpens its edge
It cuts the edge of the clouds
And shakes the rain, snow, sleet, and hail out from within their fluffy covering.
It encourages the leaves to fall in
Autumn,
And sends the whispers of spring among the
Fields and Willow trees;
When the heat starts the warning of summer
It stands there unblinking while all the little people
Run into the cool of shadows and buildings to be
Wrapped amongst a chilly blanket.
And when the cold of winter comes and crouches
At your door
The ever present eye is there to warn you
To bundle up warmly in your jackets, hats,
Scarves, and mittens to keep the cold winds
Away from your skin.
The ice may still form upon your window
And the snow will still fall.
Slowly, drifting, wafting through the
Air till it reaches the ground and settles in
Its new home.
God creates the artist's eye and the
Mind with which makes the pictures
That cause the artistry to be.
That eye that came from a thought or
Started with something seen;
God created the first one out of dust
And not from ink or pencil.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Some New Poems...
here's the first one:
The November Winds,
The Great Cat, &
The Enchantment
The blustery cold of the
November winds waits in silence
Like a great cat crouching
About to jump upon its
Prey.
It waits thus like a great cat
While the band strikes
Upon the first note of
Music enchanted by spells
Of long ago.
And as that first note is
Played...
That is when the GREAT CAT
Chooses the prey and pounces
Upon its prey of living souls.
With its pounce the Great Cat
Gains speed and before it knows
It is running in a whirlwind
Of hopes in dreams that
Reverberate off of the musicians as they
Unbound the enchantment of the music.
And as the Great Cat continues its speed up
Chase to find the lost prey
The enchanted music keeps its time
By chasing its own prey
But the Great Cat
Dissipates to become that
Cold November wind that we all
Bravely face.
The musicians speed up until
POOF!! All disappear with the
End of the GREAT CAT.
the spells weaved into the
Music are set free allowing
All to know their beauty!
that one was written on Nov. 28 on my way to band. yes, I play flute.
Ok there is only one more, but it is long, kinda:
Dreams!
Among the Stars
Among the stars,
When we look up into its vastness
Does it make you want to fly?
To be among its clouds, moons, and stars.
So many dreams...
So little time
God created the time and space
That we can dream about
These things...
That we can even dream at all!
Dreams of flying, dreams of stars,
Dreams of being whatever you wish.
So many dreams....
Dreams of becoming a famous artist,
Dreams of becoming a famous author.
Yes, some will come true...
If we put our minds to it
But some dreams however far out
However random,
Are the ones that our minds wrap around.
They are the ones in which we see
Ourselves
Floating, gliding, surfing through the
Dream world.
Wafting in the wind,
Becoming the wind.
Now not all revolve around the sky.
But if you were to think about your
Far out, Not normal, Dream world dream
It most likely involves nature in some
Way.
Maybe not, but is does as far as I
Know.
Nature which includes the science
Of it all.
God created the natural world around
Us...
To see, to enjoy, to preserve.
You may dream
Among the stars.
Or under them,
But in either case.
God's mighty, Powerful, Omnipotent....
So many more AMAZING names that we
Could put under His name.
A whole book could we fill, no even
More than that could we fill with all
The names that we use to describe Him. His mouth uttered one word at
The beginning, and after that more and
More.
And did this natural world did
He create.
And this universe did He also create.
So many dreams...
So much time, maybe you think so
Little.
But either way there still is time
To dream
Among the stars.
Thats it, I hope that you enjoyed it. I like to write!! Its fun as long as your work pays off. in other words that whatever you write in the end you like and others do to.
The November Winds,
The Great Cat, &
The Enchantment
The blustery cold of the
November winds waits in silence
Like a great cat crouching
About to jump upon its
Prey.
It waits thus like a great cat
While the band strikes
Upon the first note of
Music enchanted by spells
Of long ago.
And as that first note is
Played...
That is when the GREAT CAT
Chooses the prey and pounces
Upon its prey of living souls.
With its pounce the Great Cat
Gains speed and before it knows
It is running in a whirlwind
Of hopes in dreams that
Reverberate off of the musicians as they
Unbound the enchantment of the music.
And as the Great Cat continues its speed up
Chase to find the lost prey
The enchanted music keeps its time
By chasing its own prey
But the Great Cat
Dissipates to become that
Cold November wind that we all
Bravely face.
The musicians speed up until
POOF!! All disappear with the
End of the GREAT CAT.
the spells weaved into the
Music are set free allowing
All to know their beauty!
that one was written on Nov. 28 on my way to band. yes, I play flute.
Ok there is only one more, but it is long, kinda:
Dreams!
Among the Stars
Among the stars,
When we look up into its vastness
Does it make you want to fly?
To be among its clouds, moons, and stars.
So many dreams...
So little time
God created the time and space
That we can dream about
These things...
That we can even dream at all!
Dreams of flying, dreams of stars,
Dreams of being whatever you wish.
So many dreams....
Dreams of becoming a famous artist,
Dreams of becoming a famous author.
Yes, some will come true...
If we put our minds to it
But some dreams however far out
However random,
Are the ones that our minds wrap around.
They are the ones in which we see
Ourselves
Floating, gliding, surfing through the
Dream world.
Wafting in the wind,
Becoming the wind.
Now not all revolve around the sky.
But if you were to think about your
Far out, Not normal, Dream world dream
It most likely involves nature in some
Way.
Maybe not, but is does as far as I
Know.
Nature which includes the science
Of it all.
God created the natural world around
Us...
To see, to enjoy, to preserve.
You may dream
Among the stars.
Or under them,
But in either case.
God's mighty, Powerful, Omnipotent....
So many more AMAZING names that we
Could put under His name.
A whole book could we fill, no even
More than that could we fill with all
The names that we use to describe Him. His mouth uttered one word at
The beginning, and after that more and
More.
And did this natural world did
He create.
And this universe did He also create.
So many dreams...
So much time, maybe you think so
Little.
But either way there still is time
To dream
Among the stars.
Thats it, I hope that you enjoyed it. I like to write!! Its fun as long as your work pays off. in other words that whatever you write in the end you like and others do to.
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