My Mind

2009-05-30T22:50:00.001-07:00

There once was a night, dark and deep.
It swallowed the light of the eyes and deprived me of sleep.
And if I keep this story going it will be an endless maze of words that rhyme.
So I shall end it here.

LOVE STORY (Taylor Swift) meets VIVA LA VIDA (Coldplay) - Piano Cello - by Jon Schmidt

2009-05-22T23:20:00.001-07:00

Whenever the sheet music comes out on his website I'm going to buy it :) Can't wait to learn this song!!! Not to mention I hope that he has a Minus Track MP3 of this too (the recording minus the piano).

from: The Complete Tightwad Gazette (Promoting Thrift as a Viable Alternative Lifestyle) by: Amy Dacyczyn (A.K.A. The Frugal Zealot)

2009-02-26T18:10:00.000-08:00

This is from a book that my mom found at the library, its basically a book with tips on how to save money, but there was a really funny test that my dad read aloud at dinner and I just wanted to share it: page 66

TAKE THE TIGHTWAD TEST

Are you a tightwad or a spendthrift? Read the questions and circle the most appropriate answer. After you have completed the test, compare your answers to those below.

1 • A movie that you would love to see is playing. You ...

A Drop off the kids at the sitter,

pay top dollar for tickets, and

buy overpriced theater popcorn

and soda.

B. Wait for the movie to come to

cable TV or on video to rent.

C. Wait 10 years for the movie to

come to primetime TV.

2• Your children are thirsty. You say.

A "Help yourself. There's plenty of

soda in the fridge."

B. "Help yourself. There are plenty

of juice packs in the fridge."

C. "Help yourself. There's plenty of

water."

3• Your family is midway through a four-hour car trip. You pull into McDonald's and ...

A. Order a round of Happy Meals. B. Order a round of burgers and

shakes.

C. Use the restrooms only. Later

you break out the peanut butter

and jelly sandwiches in the car.

4• Your spouse says your family needs to increase its food budget. You say ... A. "No problem."

B. "What food budget?"

C. "Wouldn't this be a great time to

start that diet, dear?"

5• You think the most perfect toy for your four-year-old is..

A. A battery-powered riding toy.

B. Nintendo games.

C. A cardboard box.

6• A thrilling family outing for you typically would be ...

A. A day at the amusement park.

B. A day on the ski slopes.

C. A trip to the double-coupon

store to combine coupons, sales,

damaged goods, and store

brands for the maximum pos-

sible volume of groceries.

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7• Your teenager says he will die if he can't have a $75 pair of de-signer sneakers. You say ...

A. "Anything for you, kid."

B. "If we have any money left over at the end of the month."

C. Nothing, being unable to speak

through the peals of laughter.

8• If you and your spouse re-ceive a gift coupon for a rare ro-mantic dinner at a restaurant, your conversation would include ...

A. Recollections of your courtship.

B. Compliments on your spouse's

stunning appearance.

C. Calculations of how cheaply

this meal could be prepared at

home.

I don't know about you, but some of those questions are pretty funny. and get this at the bottom of the page upside down it says something like this:

"Answers: If you had to flip this book upside down to decide answers then you failed the test."

Tell me what you think,

Imagination

"The Song"

2009-02-25T17:14:00.000-08:00

This video is the one that the poem "The Song" was written after. Although it doesn't sound the best, this was my second try at recording, so I got tired and didn't want to do it again... Although its not perfect, hopefully you can get a feel for what I was talking about...

Imagination

The Dailies

2009-02-23T17:49:00.001-08:00

North Tyne Sunrise

Photo from Flickr:http://flickr.com/photos/24421206@N07/3242481758/in/photostream/

Hello again,
Sorry I know that there have been a couple days in between this "daily" and the last one, but well I wasn't able to do any ahead of time :) so here is today's daily
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Starting with the bible verse:

Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him,
“Abraham!”
“Here I am,” he replied.
Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, Isaac,
whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice
him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I
will tell you about.”
Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his
donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his
son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt
offering, he set out for the place God had told him about.
On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place
in the distance. He said to his servants, “Stay here with
the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will
worship and then we will come back to you.”
Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and placed
it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried the fire and the
knife. As the two of them went on together, Isaac spoke
up and said to his father Abraham, “Father?”
“Yes, my son?” Abraham replied.
“The fire and wood are here,” Isaac said, “but where is
the lamb for the burnt offering?”
Abraham answered, “God himself will provide the lamb
for the burnt offering, my son.” And the two of them went
on together.
When they reached the place God had told him about,
Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on
it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on
top of the wood. Then he reached out his hand and took
the knife to slay his son. But the *angel
of the LORD called out to him from
heaven, “Abraham! Abraham!”
“Here I am,” he replied.
“Do not lay a hand on the boy,” he said.
“Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear
God, because you have not withheld from me your son,
your only son.”
Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram
caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and
sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. So
Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. And
to this day it is said, “On the mountain of the LORD it
will be provided.”
The angel of the LORD called to Abraham from heaven
a second time and said, “I swear by myself, declares the
LORD, that because you have done this and have not
withheld your son, your only son, I will surely bless you
and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in
the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants
will take possession of the cities of their enemies, and
through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed,
because you have obeyed me.” Genesis 22:1–18 NIV
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What I find interesting out of the many things, that you could see in this passage is the name Moriah. It sounds a little bit like Mordor or one of those names from the LOTR series by J.R.R. Tolkien. I don't know why, but I noticed that right off, kind of funny actually. Another thing that is repeated and so of course must be important, because with God any time that something is repeated numerous times it has to have some meaning. Doesn't it? For this passage that one thing would be the "Your son, your only son." it repeated what? 3 times. So I guess not that many times, but honestly do you think that Abraham needed any reminder that this was his only son? Probably not. Yet again these verses are one that I read in my Bible class, but here I would like to draw attention to the book that I am reading along/with/for Bible it is called "The Stranger on the Road to Emmaus" by: John R. Cross. From the website .
Here is a quote from the text of the book, that you can read online:

Your Only Son
The setting is simple. God asked Abraham to take his son and
sacrifice him on an altar—to put him to death. This is no idle
request. The Lord reminded Abraham that this was his only
son. His memory hardly needed the assistance. For years he
had waited for this child, and Isaac was the very son that God
had promised would be the father of countless descendants.
The Lord had been very specific about that and it was obvious
that a dead son could have no offspring!
God’s request must have bewildered Abraham. In all
probability he had witnessed the human sacrifices practiced
by other nations of his day and knew it was a common form
of appeasing their gods. Yet God’s command to sacrifice Isaac
went against everything Abraham knew about the Creator.

God, in his love, had promised Isaac as a descendant that would
bear many children. There was no earthly way to harmonize
God’s previous promise with His present command. How
could God be so inconsistent? And yet Abraham had learned
that the Lord was utterly trustworthy, so he did just as God
requested. Calling his son, he saddled the family donkey and,
taking the trappings for sacrifice-making, he set off to do the
Lord’s bidding. His heart must have been torn with anguish!
Being obedient was an immense step for Abraham, but that
step showed his absolute faith in God’s goodness.
The Bible does not leave us guessing Abraham’s thoughts. It tells
us that Abraham clung to God’s promise, convinced that even
if he sacrificed Isaac, the Lord would raise him from the dead.
By faith Abraham, when God tested him, offered Isaac as a
sacrifice …
Abraham reasoned that God could raise the dead,
and … receive Isaac back from death. Hebrews 11:17,19 NIV

The Bible says that God was testing Abraham’s faith. We’ll
understand the reason why in a few more pages. This ultimate
test of offering his own son revealed to Abraham, and to us,
his genuine confidence in the Lord.
Abraham and Isaac, along with two other young men, headed off
to the mountains of Moriah. When they got nearer, Abraham and
Isaac went on alone with Isaac carrying the wood. Somewhere
along the way Isaac queried his father. No doubt, Isaac had
witnessed many sacrifices and it didn’t take a college degree
for him to realize that one of the essentials was missing—the
sacrifice itself. Where was the lamb?
“Here is the fire and the wood,” Isaac said, “but where is
the lamb for the burnt offering?” Genesis 22:7 NET

One can’t help but wonder if Isaac was thinking about the
prevalence of child sacrifice in neighboring religions. He, too,
was trusting in the Lord and in no small way! When his father
replied that God Himself would provide the lamb, Isaac went
on willingly. It says they went together.
God showed them the exact place to erect the altar on one of
the mountains of Moriah. Many years later, the Jewish temple
would be built on Mount Moriah, perhaps on the same site
Isaac was offered.

That particular quoted section was from Chapter 6 of "The Stranger on the Road to Emmaus" Section 3-Isaac; pages 107-108.
Take a step back and just think...
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Now for the poem:

"I'm Nobody-Who are you?"
by: Emily Dickinson

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you-Nobody-too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'll banish us-you know!

How dreary-to be-Somebody!
How public-like a Frog-
To tell your name-the livelong June-
To an admiring Bog!
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What do you think of that poem?-
What do you think it means?-
Is it a poem of sadness?-
Or just one of mock delight?
Does it mean-
You do not belong?
Or is it truly public-
like a Frog-?

that poem was found in the book: "Classic Poetry: An Illustrated Collection"
Selected by: Michael Rosen Pictures By: Paul Howard on Pg.80 (the one by Emily of course, not the other one, teeheehee)
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And now for a Quote in ending:
This is from a speech by Ronald Reagan: "Evil Empire" Speech by Ronald Reagan (March 8, 1983)
""And finally, the shrewdest of all observers of American democracy, Alexis de Tocqueville, put it eloquently after he had gone in search for the secret of America's greatness and genius-and he said,"Not until I went into the churches of America and heard her pulpits aflame with righteousness did I understand the greatness and the genius of America. America is great because America is good.And if America ever ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.""
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Have a great week,
Imagination
p.s. hopefully there will be another post like this tomorrow :)

The Dailies - They're Back

2009-02-20T20:08:00.000-08:00

Well hello again. Fellow readers of this blog. I hope that you enjoy the story below this post if you haven't read it yet. I am bringing back the Dailies or the daily post with a few new twists or maybe just one. Before it had a poem, a quote, and a bible verse or several and some thoughts. Now it'll either be a poem or a story. Again I am asking for readers to donate, no not really donate that isn't the right word, but to offer up a poem, a quote, or a story; either one of your favorites or one that you have written. I'll give full credit of course. If you do a story that you haven't written but found, please cite the source from where you got it, so that I can put that up here. Well here goes nothing. :) Thanks,
Imagination.
P.S. Also if you have a verse or several verses from the Bible that are your favorite or one that you have some thoughts on that you want to share, please feel free. It would be really nice to have readers or other people to share or donate. I still can't come up with the right word, funny. Any way have a great weekend. Or if you have a picture even it would be nice to dress up this post and make it more exciting, but only if you have a way to get it to me already. :) Thanks.
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Today I'll start with the story, it is one that I read recently in English but I found it on: http://www.tkinter.smig.net/Outings/RosemountGhosts/Babylon.htm

BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON
by Stephen Vincent Benét

The north and the west and the south are good hunting ground, but it is forbidden to go east. It is forbidden to go to any of the Dead Places except to search for metal and then he who touches the metal must be a priest or the son of a priest. Afterwards, both the man and the metal must be purified. These are the rules and the laws; they are well made. It is forbidden to cross the great river and look upon the place that was the Place of the Gods—this is most strictly forbidden. We do not even say its name though we know its name. It is there that spirits live, and demons—it is there that there are the ashes of the Great Burning. These things are forbidden—they have been forbidden since the beginning of time.

My father is a priest; I am the son of a priest. I have been in the Dead Places near us, with my father—at first, I was afraid. When my father went into the house to search for the metal, I stood by the door and my heart felt small and weak. It was a dead man's house, a spirit house. It did not have the smell of man, though there were old bones in a corner. But it is not fitting that a priest's son should show fear. I looked at the bones in the shadow and kept my voice still.

Then my father came out with the metal—good, strong piece. He looked at me with both eyes but I had not run away. He gave me the metal to hold—I took it and did not die. So he knew that I was truly his son and would be a priest in my time. That was when I was very young—nevertheless, my brothers would not have done it, though they are good hunters. After that, they gave me the good piece of meat and the warm corner of the fire. My father watched over me—he was glad that I should be a priest. But when I boasted or wept without a reason, he punished me more strictly than my brothers. That was right.

After a time, I myself was allowed to go into the dead houses and search for metal. So I learned the ways of those houses—and if I saw bones, I was no longer afraid. The bones are light and old—sometimes they will fall into dust if you touch them. But that is a great sin.

I was taught the chants and the spells—l was taught how to stop the running of blood from a wound and many secrets. A priest must know many secrets—that was what my father said.

If the hunters think we do all things by chants and spells, they may believe so—it does not hurt them. I was taught how to read in the old books and how to make the old writings—that was hard and took a long time. My knowledge made me happy—it was like a fire in my heart. Most of all, I liked to hear of the Old Days and the stories of the gods. I asked myself many questions that I could not answer, but it was good to ask them. At night, I would lie awake and listen to the wind—it seemed to me that it was the voice of the gods as they flew through the air.

We are not ignorant like the Forest People—our women spin wool on the wheel, our priests wear a white robe. We do not eat grubs from the trees, we have not forgotten the old writings, although they are hard to understand. Nevertheless, my knowledge and my lack of knowledge burned in me—I wished to know more. When I was a man at last, I came to my father and said, "It is time for me to go on my journey. Give me your leave."

He looked at me for a long time, stroking his beard, and then he said at last, "Yes. It is time." That night, in the house of the priesthood, I asked for and received purification. My body hurt but my spirit was a cool stone. It was my father himself who questioned me about my dreams.

He bade me look into the smoke of the fire and see—I saw and told what I saw. It was what I have always seen—a river, and, beyond it, a great Dead Place and in it the gods walking. I have always thought about that. His eyes were stern when I told him he was no longer my father but a priest. He said, "This is a strong dream."

"It is mine," I said, while the smoke waved and my head felt light. They were singing the Star song in the outer chamber and it was like the buzzing of bees in my head.

He asked me how the gods were dressed and I told him how they were dressed. We know how they were dressed from the book, but I saw them as if they were before me. When I had finished, he threw the sticks three times and studied them as they fell.

"This is a very strong dream," he said." It may eat you up."

"I am not afraid," I said and looked at him with both eyes. My voice sounded thin in my ears but that was because of the smoke.

He touched me on the breast and the forehead. He gave me the bow and the three arrows.

"Take them," he said. "It is forbidden to travel east. It is forbidden to cross the river. It is forbidden to go to the Place of the Gods. All these things are forbidden."

"All these things are forbidden," I said, but it was my voice that spoke and not my spirit. He looked at me again.

"My son," he said. "Once I had young dreams. If your dreams do not eat you up, you may be a great priest. If they eat you, you are still my son. Now go on your journey."

I went fasting, as is the law. My body hurt but not my heart. When the dawn came, I was out of sight of the village. I prayed and purified myself, waiting for a sign. The sign was an eagle. It flew east.

Sometimes signs are sent by bad spirits. I waited again on the flat rock, fasting, taking no food. I was very still—I could feel the sky above me and the earth beneath. I waited till the sun was beginning to sink. Then three deer passed in the valley going east—they did not mind me or see me. There was a white fawn with them—a very great sign.

I followed them, at a distance, waiting for what would happen. My heart was troubled about going east, yet I knew that I must go. My head hummed with my fasting—I did not even see the panther spring upon the white fawn. But, before I knew it, the bow was in my hand. I shouted and the panther lifted his head from the fawn. It is not easy to kill a panther with one arrow but the arrow went through his eye and into his brain. He died as he tried to spring—he rolled over, tearing at the ground. Then I knew I was meant to go east—I knew that was my journey. When the night came, I made my fire and roasted meat.

It is eight suns' journey to the east and a man passes by many Dead Places. The Forest People are afraid of them but I am not. Once I made my fire on the edge of a Dead Place at night and, next morning, in the dead house, I found a good knife, little rusted. That was small to what came afterward but it made my heart feel big. Always when I looked for game, it was in front of my arrow, and twice I passed hunting parties of the Forest People without their knowing. So I knew my magic was strong and my journey clean, in spite of the law.

Toward the setting of the eighth sun, I came to the banks of the great river. It was half-a-day's journey after I had left the god-road—we do not use the god-roads now for they are falling apart into great blocks of stone, and the forest is safer going. A long way off, I had seen the water through trees but the trees were thick. At last, I came out upon an open place at the top of a cliff. There was the great river below, like a giant in the sun. It is very long, very wide. It could eat all the streams we know and still be thirsty. Its name is Ou-dis-sun, the Sacred, the Long. No man of my tribe had seen it, not even my father, the priest. It was magic and I prayed.

Then I raised my eyes and looked south. It was there, the Place of the Gods.

How can I tell what it was like—you do not know. It was there, in the red light, and they were too big to be houses. It was there with the red light upon it, mighty and ruined. I knew that in another moment the gods would see me. I covered my eyes with my hands and crept back into the forest.

Surely, that was enough to do, and live. Surely it was enough to spend the night upon the cliff. The Forest People themselves do not come near. Yet, all through the night, I knew that I should have to cross the river and walk in the places of the gods, although the gods ate me up. My magic did not help me at all and yet there was a fire in my bowels, a fire in my mind. When the sun rose, I thought, "My journey has been clean. Now I will go home from my journey." But, even as I thought so, I knew I could not. If I went to the Place of the Gods, I would surely die, but, if I did not go, I could never be at peace with my spirit again. It is better to lose one's life than one's spirit, if one is a priest and the son of a priest.

Nevertheless, as I made the raft, the tears ran out of my eyes. The Forest People could have killed me without fight, if they had come upon me then, but they did not come.

When the raft was made, I said the sayings for the dead and painted myself for death. My heart was cold as a frog and my knees like water, but the burning in my mind would not let me have peace. As I pushed the raft from the shore, I began my death song—I had the right. It was a fine song.

"I am John, son of John," I sang. "My people are the Hill People. They are the men.

I go into the Dead Places but I am not slain.

I take the metal from the Dead Places but I am not blasted.

I travel upon the god-roads and am not afraid. E-yah! I have killed the panther, I have killed the fawn!

E-yah! I have come to the great river. No man has come there before.

It is forbidden to go east, but I have gone, forbidden to go on the great river, but I am there.

Open your hearts, you spirits, and hear my song.

Now I go to the Place of the Gods, I shall not return.

My body is painted for death and my limbs weak, but my heart is big as I go to the Place of the Gods!"

All the same, when I came to the Place of the Gods, I was afraid, afraid. The current of the great river is very strong—it gripped my raft with its hands. That was magic, for the river itself is wide and calm. I could feel evil spirits about me, I was swept down the stream. Never have I been so much alone—I tried to think of my knowledge, but it was a squirrel's heap of winter nuts. There was no strength in my knowledge any more and I felt small and naked as a new-hatched bird—alone upon the great river, the servant of the gods.

Yet, after a while, my eyes were opened and I saw. I saw both banks of the river—I saw that once there had been god-roads across it, though now they were broken and fallen like broken vines. Very great they were, and wonderful and broken—broken in the time of the Great Burning when the fire fell out of the sky. And always the current took me nearer to the Place of the Gods, and the huge ruins rose before my eyes.

I do not know the customs of rivers—we are the People of the Hills. I tried to guide my raft with the pole but it spun around. I thought the river meant to take me past the Place of the Gods and out into the Bitter Water of the legends. I grew angry then—my heart felt strong. I said aloud, "I am a priest and the son of a priest!" The gods heard me—they showed me how to paddle with the pole on one side of the raft. The current changed itself—I drew near to the Place of the Gods.

When I was very near, my raft struck and turned over. I can swim in our lakes—I swam to the shore. There was a great spike of rusted metal sticking out into the river—I hauled myself up upon it and sat there, panting. I had saved my bow and two arrows and the knife I found in the Dead Place but that was all. My raft went whirling downstream toward the Bitter Water. I looked after it, and thought if it had trod me under, at least I would be safely dead. Nevertheless, when I had dried my bowstring and re-strung it, I walked forward to the Place of the Gods.

It felt like ground underfoot; it did not burn me. It is not true what some of the tales say, that the ground there burns forever, for I have been there. Here and there were the marks and stains of the Great Burning, on the ruins, that is true. But they were old marks and old stains. It is not true either, what some of our priests say, that it is an island covered with fogs and enchantments. It is not. It is a great Dead Place—greater than any Dead Place we know. Everywhere in it there are god-roads, though most are cracked and broken. Everywhere there are the ruins of the high towers of the gods.

How shall I tell what I saw? I went carefully, my strung bow in my hand, my skin ready for danger. There should have been the wailings of spirits and the shrieks of demons, but there were not. It was very silent and sunny where I had landed—the wind and the rain and the birds that drop seeds had done their work—the grass grew in the cracks of the broken stone. It is a fair island—no wonder the gods built there. If I had come there, a god, I also would have built.

How shall I tell what I saw? The towers are not all broken—here and there one still stands, like a great tree in a forest, and the birds nest high. But the towers themselves look blind, for the gods are gone. I saw a fishhawk, catching fish in the river. I saw a little dance of white butterflies over a great heap of broken stones and columns. I went there and looked about me—there was a carved stone with cut—letters, broken in half. I can read letters but I could not understand these. They said UBTREAS. There was also the shattered image of a man or a god. It had been made of white stone and he wore his hair tied back like a woman's. His name was ASHING, as I read on the cracked half of a stone. I thought it wise to pray to ASHING, though I do not know that god.

How shall I tell what I saw? There was no smell of man left, on stone or metal. Nor were there many trees in that wilderness of stone. There are many pigeons, nesting and dropping in the towers—the gods must have loved them, or, perhaps, they used them for sacrifices. There are wild cats that roam the god-roads, green-eyed, unafraid of man. At night they wail like demons but they are not demons. The wild dogs are more dangerous, for they hunt in a pack, but them I did not meet till later. Everywhere there are the carved stones, carved with magical numbers or words.

I went north—I did not try to hide myself. When a god or a demon saw me, then I would die, but meanwhile I was no longer afraid. My hunger for knowledge burned in me—there was so much that I could not understand. After a while, I knew that my belly was hungry. I could have hunted for my meat, but I did not hunt. It is known that the gods did not hunt as we do—they got their food from enchanted boxes and jars. Sometimes these are still found in the Dead Places—once, when I was a child and foolish, I opened such a jar and tasted it and found the food sweet. But my father found out and punished me for it strictly, for, often, that food is death. Now, though, I had long gone past what was forbidden, and I entered the likeliest towers, looking for the food of the gods.

I found it at last in the ruins of a great temple in the mid-city. A mighty temple it must have been, for the roof was painted like the sky at night with its stars—that much I could see, though the colors were faint and dim. It went down into great caves and tunnels—perhaps they kept their slaves there. But when I started to climb down, I heard the squeaking of rats, so I did not go—rats are unclean, and there must have been many tribes of them, from the squeaking. But near there, I found food, in the heart of a ruin, behind a door that still opened. I ate only the fruits from the jars—they had a very sweet taste. There was drink, too, in bottles of glass—the drink of the gods was strong and made my head swim. After I had eaten and drunk, I slept on the top of a stone, my bow at my side.

When I woke, the sun was low. Looking down from where I lay, I saw a dog sitting on his haunches. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth; he looked as if he were laughing. He was a big dog, with a gray-brown coat, as big as a wolf. I sprang up and shouted at him but he did not move—he just sat there as if he were laughing. I did not like that. When I reached for a stone to throw, he moved swiftly out of the way of the stone. He was not afraid of me; he looked at me as if I were meat. No doubt I could have killed him with an arrow, but I did not know if there were others. Moreover, night was falling.

I looked about me—not far away there was a great, broken god-road, leading north. The towers were high enough, but not so high, and while many of the dead-houses were wrecked, there were some that stood. I went toward this god-road, keeping to the heights of the ruins, while the dog followed. When I had reached the god-road, I saw that there were others behind him. If I had slept later, they would have come upon me asleep and torn out my throat. As it was, they were sure enough of me; they did not hurry. When I went into the dead-house, they kept watch at the entrance—doubtless they thought they would have a fine hunt. But a dog cannot open a door and I knew, from the books, that the gods did not like to live on the ground but on high.

I had just found a door I could open when the dogs decided to rush. Ha! They were surprised when I shut the door in their faces—it was a good door, of strong metal. I could hear their foolish baying beyond it but I did not stop to answer them. I was in darkness—I found stairs and climbed. There were many stairs, turning around till my head was dizzy. At the top was another door—I found the knob and opened it. I was in a long small chamber—on one side of it was a bronze door that could not be opened, for it had no handle. Perhaps there was a magic word to open it but I did not have the word. I turned to the door in the opposite side of the wall. The lock of it was broken and I opened it and went in.

Within, there was a place of great riches. The god who lived there must have been a powerful god. The first room was a small ante-room—I waited there for some time, telling the spirits of the place that I came in peace and not as a robber. When it seemed to me that they had had time to hear me, I went on. Ah, what riches! Few, even, of the windows had been broken—it was all as it had been. The great windows that looked over the city had not been broken at all though they were dusty and streaked with many years. There were coverings on the floors, the colors not greatly faded, and the chairs were soft and deep. There were pictures upon the walls, very strange, very wonderful—I remember one of a bunch of flowers in a jar—if you came close to it, you could see nothing but bits of color, but if you stood away from it, the flowers might have been picked yesterday. It made my heart feel strange to look at this picture—and to look at the figure of a bird, in some hard clay, on a table and see it so like our birds. Everywhere there were books and writings, many in tongues that I could not read. The god who lived there must have been a wise god and full of knowledge. I felt I had a right there, as I sought knowledge also.

Nevertheless, it was strange. There was a washing-place but no water—perhaps the gods washed in air. There was a cooking-place but no wood, and though there was a machine to cook food, there was no place to put fire in it. Nor were there candles or lamps—there were things that looked like lamps but they had neither oil nor wick. All these things were magic, but I touched them and lived—the magic had gone out of them. Let me tell one thing to show. In the washing-place, a thing said "Hot" but it was not hot to the touch—another thing said "Cold" but it was not cold. This must have been a strong magic but the magic was gone. I do not understand—they had ways—I wish that I knew.

It was close and dry and dusty in the house of the gods. I have said the magic was gone but that is not true—it had gone from the magic things but it had not gone from the place. I felt the spirits about me, weighing upon me. Nor had I ever slept in a Dead Place before—and yet, tonight, I must sleep there. When I thought of it, my tongue felt dry in my throat, in spite of my wish for knowledge. Almost I would have gone down again and faced the dogs, but I did not.

I had not gone through all the rooms when the darkness fell. When it fell, I went back to the big room looking over the city and made fire. There was a place to make fire and a box with wood in it, though I do not think they cooked there. I wrapped myself in a floor-covering and slept in front of the fire—I was very tired.

Now I tell what is very strong magic. I woke in the midst of the night. When I woke, the fire had gone out and I was cold. It seemed to me that all around me there were whisperings and voices. I closed my eyes to shut them out. Some will say that I slept again, but I do not think that I slept. I could feel the spirits drawing my spirit out of my body as a fish is drawn on a line.

Why should I lie about it? I am a priest and the son of a priest. If there are spirits, as they say, in the small Dead Places near us, what spirits must there not be in that great Place of the Gods? And would not they wish to speak? After such long years? I know that I felt myself drawn as a fish is drawn on a line. I had stepped out of my body—I could see my body asleep in front of the cold fire, but it was not I. I was drawn to look out upon the city of the gods.

It should have been dark, for it was night, but it was not dark. Everywhere there were lights—lines of light—circles and blurs of light—ten thousand torches would not have been the same. The sky itself was alight—you could barely see the stars for the glow in the sky. I thought to myself "This is strong magic" and trembled. There was a roaring in my ears like the rushing of rivers. Then my eyes grew used to the light and my ears to the sound. I knew that I was seeing the city as it had been when the gods were alive.

That was a sight indeed—yes, that was a sight: I could not have seen it in the body—my body would have died. Everywhere went the gods, on foot and in chariots—there were gods beyond number and counting and their chariots blocked the streets. They had turned night to day for their pleasure-they did not sleep with the sun. The noise of their coming and going was the noise of the many waters. It was magic what they could do—it was magic what they did.

I looked out of another window—the great vines of their bridges were mended and god-roads went east and west. Restless, restless, were the gods and always in motion! They burrowed tunnels under rivers—they flew in the air. With unbelievable tools they did giant works—no part of the earth was safe from them, for, if they wished for a thing, they summoned it from the other side of the world. And always, as they labored and rested, as they feasted and made love, there was a drum in their ears—the pulse of the giant city, beating and beating like a man's heart.

Were they happy? What is happiness to the gods? They were great, they were mighty, they were wonderful and terrible. As I looked upon them and their magic, I felt like a child—but a little more, it seemed to me, and they would pull down the moon from the sky. I saw them with wisdom beyond wisdom and knowledge beyond knowledge. And yet not all they did was well done—even I could see that ? and yet their wisdom could not but grow until all was peace.

Then I saw their fate come upon them and that was terrible past speech. It came upon them as they walked the streets of their city. I have been in the fights with the Forest People—I have seen men die. But this was not like that. When gods war with gods, they use weapons we do not know. It was fire falling out of the sky and a mist that poisoned. It was the time of the Great Burning and the Destruction. They ran about like ants in the streets of their city—poor gods, poor gods! Then the towers began to fall. A few escaped—yes, a few. The legends tell it. But, even after the city had become a Dead Place, for many years the poison was still in the ground. I saw it happen, I saw the last of them die. It was darkness over the broken city and I wept.

All this, I saw. I saw it as I have told it, though not in the body. When I woke in the morning, I was hungry, but I did not think first of my hunger for my heart was perplexed and confused. I knew the reason for the Dead Places but I did not see why it had happened. It seemed to me it should not have happened, with all the magic they had. I went through the house looking for an answer. There was so much in the house I could not understand—and yet I am a priest and the son of a priest. It was like being on one side of the great river, at night, with no light to show the way.

Then I saw the dead god. He was sitting in his chair, by the window, in a room I had not entered before and, for the first moment, I thought that he was alive. Then I saw the skin on the back of his hand—it was like dry leather. The room was shut, hot and dry—no doubt that had kept him as he was. At first I was afraid to approach him—then the fear left me. He was sitting looking out over the city—he was dressed in the clothes of the gods. His age was neither young nor old—I could not tell his age. But there was wisdom in his face and great sadness. You could see that he would have not run away. He had sat at his window, watching his city die—then he himself had died. But it is better to lose one's life than one's spirit—and you could see from the face that his spirit had not been lost. I knew, that, if I touched him, he would fall into dust—and yet, there was something unconquered in the face.

That is all of my story, for then I knew he was a man—I knew then that they had been men, neither gods nor demons. It is a great knowledge, hard to tell and believe. They were men—they went a dark road, but they were men. I had no fear after that—I had no fear going home, though twice I fought off the dogs and once I was hunted for two days by the Forest People. When I saw my father again, I prayed and was purified. He touched my lips and my breast, he said, "You went away a boy. You come back a man and a priest." I said, "Father, they were men! I have been in the Place of the Gods and seen it! Now slay me, if it is the law—but still I know they were men."

He looked at me out of both eyes. He said, "The law is not always the same shape—you have done what you have done. I could not have done it my time, but you come after me. Tell!"

I told and he listened. After that, I wished to tell all the people but he showed me otherwise. He said, "Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you may die of the truth. It was not idly that our fathers forbade the Dead Places." He was right—it is better the truth should come little by little. I have learned that, being a priest. Perhaps, in the old days, they ate knowledge too fast.

Nevertheless, we make a beginning. it is not for the metal alone we go to the Dead Places now—there are the books and the writings. They are hard to learn. And the magic tools are broken—but we can look at them and wonder. At least, we make a beginning. And, when I am chief priest we shall go beyond the great river. We shall go to the Place of the Gods—the place newyork—not one man but a company. We shall look for the images of the gods and find the god ASHING and the others—the gods Lincoln and Biltmore and Moses. But they were men who built the city, not gods or demons. They were men. I remember the dead man's face. They were men who were here before us. We must build again.

Wikipedia: By the Waters of Babylon

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I thought that it was pretty interesting, although kinda strange at the beginning.
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Genesis 11
The Tower of Babel
1 Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. 2 As men moved eastward, [a] they found a plain in Shinar [b] and settled there.

3 They said to each other, "Come, let's make bricks and bake them thoroughly." They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. 4 Then they said, "Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves and not be scattered over the face of the whole earth."

5 But the LORD came down to see the city and the tower that the men were building. 6 The LORD said, "If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. 7 Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other."

8 So the LORD scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. 9 That is why it was called Babel [c] —because there the LORD confused the language of the whole world. From there the LORD scattered them over the face of the whole earth.
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Something that hit me when I read this, in Bible actually, was the fact that they directly confessed their fault. If you remember what God had said earlier, His direct command to them was to multiply and fill the earth. It made me laugh. How often do we think oh I'd rather do this than do this chore or practice this instrument, but we still do what we were supposed to do and yet other times we don't do what we were supposed to do and do what we really wanted to do. But, in both cases we are just like them, except for that we don't admit it like outright and out loud. It is very interesting. ~~~~~~~~~~~
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sorry my brain keeps blanking out, but that is probably because the tv is on.
Oh no. JK
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Now in closing I shall end with a quote, a funny one.

Bill Cosby - "A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones that need the advice."

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LOL XD ROTFL however or whichever expression that you use :)

Can't wait to here from you,
Imagination

Tao

2009-02-20T19:56:00.001-08:00

I do not ask for your pity, but instead for your courage. It is a time of great sadness. I am one of many who are suffering from our country's internal fight for power and we are torn. Some just wish life to be like before, but there is no turning back now, I say, no, no turning back. Others embrace the new, joining the ranks of Mao Zedong, for world peace they say. What am I, but a small person in this big world? What am I? Who am I to say what is right or wrong for this country? For I do not truly know. My whole life has been about land, about land and peace. I do not wish for war, so please, end it.
Most of my family is gone or dead. So far, for many years, all we have had is war. Then, when there was a break taken, it was only to ward off the Japanese. Many of the beautiful farms, plains, valleys, and mountains are now bare and desolately destroyed.
I have a large family. My father's name is Dingbang . My mother was called Jun by all of the village women, for she was always very truthful. I had three older siblings: My older sister known as Jin to all of her friends, she was as pretty as a flower some would say; my older brothers were called Shing and Kuan-yin by everyone in the village that was not related to them. Then, when you finally get to me, I was called Tao which means peach or symbol of long life. I do not really know why they called me that. Do I look like a peach? Or is it because I was kind? I suppose that now I will never really know.
My family was lucky, until one night. It was the night when the horror and realization of war really dawned upon me. It was the time when, according to village laws and the laws of farmers rising early, I should have been asleep. Back into the past I take you: Snores from my parents did not annoy me, for I, Tao, was trying to draw a story on what was left of the paper that had been given me for New Years. I did not know how to write, and that one ignorance has bothered me for all time, even then I can remember the silent loathing of being poor entering my head. 'You should have learned, but you were not born to privilege, you were born to poverty.....' On and on the voice in my head issued complaints, while the true me tried to shut them out. All of the sudden there was banging on the door and I heard my father's familiar foot steps trudging towards it. 'Creak', the door opened. I stole off from my drawing to a crack in the door where I could watch the exchange of whoever it was that could be at the door. A gun was thrust at my father's chest and he was yelled at in some foreign tongue. Now I know what that man was yelling: “Give us your food, all of your food!!”, but we did not know what he was saying then. My father shook his head pleadingly, not knowing what else to do or what to say, only knowing that his life was at stake. There was a muffled bang and my father fell right before my eyes. Before he even hit the floor, soldiers burst in and started to ransack the kitchen. Hidden from their sight, I silently opened my door and tip-toed to find my mother before they discovered us. Huddling on her sleeping mat, my mother sat silently, eyes wide and a horrified expression on her face. I whispered to her, “Remember mother, the secret door. Grab everything that you don't want taken and bring it down quietly.” My reference to 'the secret door' was merely a series of planks in my parent's room that when either my mother's or my hair pin was thrust in between the fourth and the third plank, the movement would pull a string and the planks would slowly raise to reveal our cellar beneath. Ever since the war had started that had shattered our country and made even the best of friends rivals, we had been stowing most of our food and drinks down there. We kept only our food and water down in the cellar for safety, and so everyday we would go down there to refurnish our supplies.
I ran to my room and grabbed my backpack and carefully transferred the story and all the instruments that I was using to draw it in the bag, then I packed a few more qipaos, my favorite hair picks, incense, matches, a couple of candles, and then my bed roll. Then, slipping it on my shoulders, I padded silently to where my mother was in her room. I walked into an almost empty room. My mother had been hard at work, for she kept all of what little she had close to her. We were truly lucky to have the few extra qipaos that we did, not many in our village had but maybe two. She had a candle lantern with its dark shade, so that she could find her way in and out of the cellar to deposit things. There were a few things, of course, that we could not get at with the strange men about. So we allowed ourselves to be silently swallowed by the darkness of the secret.
Day by day, I listened and waited to hear if we could leave from our tiny prison. There were screams of terror and loud noises that made the earth shake. Finally, after one week in almost solid dark, there was complete silence from up above. The two days previous had been quiet in the house, but I had been able to tell that there were still people about outside and I did not want to risk it leaving our safety.
“Mother.” I said.
“Yes, my youngest daughter?” She replied.
“I am going to investigate and see if anyone is still up there.”
“Alright.” Her voice was strewn with grief. I could tell that she had been holding it in all these days, and that finally, with the strain of doing so and the reminder that we would not have to live our whole lives in this dark dismal place, she remembered that her husband was no more. So I climbed the little ladder to the entrance and placed my ear to the 'door' and listened for about five minutes. Nothing. There was complete silence. Then I ventured farther and pulled the string a little. My eyes hurt with the light of day. The sun shone complete, and there were no ugly boots or unfamiliar sights to block my way. Then I entered the once well-known room that now seemed strange. My foot steps echoed down that small hallway, and it left an empty feeling to the once held dear memories that I had kept locked tight inside the little box inside my heart. My mind traveled back to that sad image on that day that now seemed so far away. Nothing was truly harmed or damaged, the small table was overturned, and a few pots were broken. I felt a sigh of relief escape my lungs. At last, I went to check our large plowed field.
My feet touched wet earth and a sob filled my lungs, bubbling over into my throat and escaping through my mouth. Knees fell and touched the soft earth. It was destroyed. The once simplistic field that held all of our livelihood was no more. The earth was a bomb field, and now there was no way to reverse the damage. I didn't know how I would tell my mother, but I knew that we were lucky that we were still alive. That was what all those loud sounds in the night had been. Looking to my right, I noticed that the whole wall that made the outside of our small dwelling on the kitchen side was gone.
It had been burnt completely to ashes. Tears filled me, and I felt like a hail stone sinking into the earth after plummeting from heaven.
That was about two years ago from today. My mother and I patched and fixed the wall as best we could, but it was a poor comparison to what it had once been. Now life is so lonely, war has destroyed much of all that I had ever held dear. Shortly after we patched and fixed our house my mother became ill. I tried to care for her as best I could, but I truly believe that she was ready to give up. My mother died of the grief encompassed by a broken heart. So now I have no one by my side, no family alive that I know of. I am Tao and this is my life.

Percy Jackson and The Olympians

2009-02-13T11:24:00.000-08:00

YES!!!!
The last book of this series apparently comes out in May... on Amazon on May 5th
Dude I'm psyched!!!!!

Its called:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians:Book 5: The Last Olympian

YEAH!!!! I can't wait!!! now I gotta go tell my cousin :)
Sweetness!!!!

Some New Poems..... Finally?!

2009-02-13T10:48:00.000-08:00

Hi, again.... its been awhile since I actually put up some new writing in here, so here are a couple of poems that I wrote yesterday :)

The Song

I can't count the number of times that
My fingers have run over these keys,

I can't count the number of time that
My fingers have formed this melody...

Played with passion and feeling, it burns
Turning into something more. I can feel
Myself captivated By the Power, soaring through
The notes that my eyes have gazed over
Countless times, I can feel it...
I think, Something must be there...
A girl spinning around the room and
The piano shaking under my touch...

I think I can feel it, for a second
Its there, but then after a minute
Its gone... Vanishing along with the last note.

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Alright well that was the first one... still needs more editing but its a rough
copy :)... now for the next poem
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The Bird(s) of a Song...

A graceful but grave bird gently soars overhead,
Its flight is started low near the earth, but then it quickly
Shoots into the sky!
Then it lowers again, and rises up, up, up...

Another joins it and they dance together in the skies
Twirling and spinning playfully back and forth;
Then together they fly peacefully on the horizon
Lowering and raising their flight as the air currents
See fit.

All of the sudden the duck and weaving of their previous
Playfulness is left behind as the fight for survival, dodging the hunter's
Bullets!
Quiet returns, as they make it safely away from the mad-men and
Their flight continues, lower they fly and then higher
Whirling above the earth.
Once and for all their flight descends to
Gently land upon the water.
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Yet, again more editing needed... it seems like that will never
end... any way those are all the newest poems that I have, and in closing I'll leave behind a few quotes also made up yesterday :)
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"A song becomes more when it is played
As if it felt;
As if it were alive and you are the only
One who is there to help it breathe."

"We all want recognition for our words,
whether wisdom or folly;
but maybe we just have to not expect
anything for something to finally happen."

Bye for now & have a great weekend,
Imagination

the poll again

2009-02-07T15:35:00.001-08:00

and the answer that says Egypt... by that I meant ancient of course... not as in now
just so you know

My new poll

2009-02-07T15:15:00.000-08:00

Hey everyone, I know that it has been forever since I actually wrote or did anything on here, but I was hoping that I could get all of you to really quickly fill out what you think I should do, I find all of those things interesting, and its just so hard to choose, but I only have today and next school week to research for it.... and I was hoping to start today :)
I think that this will definitely be way more fun than a regular research paper, *for sure* but it is hard to decide and get started.... : If you have any other ideas of something that you think I would be interested in that isn't on that list. then let me know ASAP via commenting on here, if you can, or if you are my friend... email or facebook :)

The Next Mozart? 6-Year Old Piano Prodigy Wows All

2008-12-24T23:10:00.001-08:00

she is amazing... Just turned seven this year...

NaNoWriMo

2008-10-25T10:45:00.000-07:00

National Novel Writing Month is next month, and I've decided to join!!
Oh boy, what have I got myself into... :)
This is a really big task it is to write a novel in one month, and no not a perfect one just a rough draft, editing is left for Dec. throw out the inner editor!!
This is something that the people recommended, telling all of your friends and such, because at some point you will feel like quitting; but knowing that tons of people know about it and will think you wimped out will help you to keep going.
If you want to join just go to: NaNoWriMo.org
They have one for young writers too, 17 and under... Its not much different.
But they offer all sorts of helpful info, like a non-lame-o work book to help you *haha :)* So yeah I just thought that I'd let those who look on here know about it!! :)

P.S. Also my poetry book is going ok, still a long way off; but its a-coming

Piano

2008-08-08T12:40:00.000-07:00

Well this I suppose is mainly for the friends that I know in person.
For you who know of this, I have learned quite a few songs by watching videos on the internet of popular contemporary songs.... But I found another website that is by the guy who did those first few videos that I watched and they are better, you can make 'em full screen... And I wanted to say that this is one of my new favorites, so if you want to learn some songs for free, then go here. My one hint is that if you don't learn quite so fast, but know the notes, then write down the notes on paper.. I have done that and it helps.. so here is the website.

www.freepianotutorials.com

just click it.
also one more thing, the website is kinda set up like a blog, so scroll down and look through the titles, when you find one click on it..
Hope that this was helpful to somebody out there...
Really the only reason that I started learning songs like this was because, when I see a piano somewhere I want to play on it if I can, but with my regular songs that I learn from books, I just can't seem to remember them, so then I don't really have anything to play, and that stunk, but now I do have stuff to play, songs that I can actually remember how to play all of the way through. Cause I learned them a different way, I really like it.
~Imagination

Dr. Demento-Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah

2008-07-21T21:48:00.001-07:00

This is a funny song just listen!!!
haha

How Strange!!!

2008-07-13T17:58:00.000-07:00

How strange is it that today marks exactly one year, for this blog being around, from the day of my first post!!!
Sadly I do not have any celebration planned, or gifts given, but maybe I'll come up with something...
Who knows!!
But I will be writing about my travels, since I leave tomorrow for Idaho!!
Woohoo!!!!!!
Let me know if you have any simplistic yet crazy ideas for celebration... I
maybe cyber cake..
Hehe

nah that wouldn't really work.
Bye for now,
Imagination

YAYERS!!!! I finally got one

2008-07-03T17:16:00.000-07:00

I have wanted one of these for the longest while! Second Hand stores can be a great help for finding stuff... :P

It needs a new ribbon, and some help with the paper feed, but hopefully I can get it in working order....With my Dads help of course.... YAY!!!! I AM EXCITED!!!

NEW!!!ATTENTION!!!

2008-06-25T23:30:00.000-07:00

ATTENTION!!!!
DO NOT LOOK AWAY!!!
MUST READ!!

A new blog has been made..by me.. :)
it is a book review blog for those that like to write reviews after reading a good
book or a bad one, its all in opinion.
if you would like to contribute to it and write for it let me know... If I have your email I will send you an invite.. The address is

http://thePNGbookworm.blogspot.com

Enjoy!!

New News

2008-06-17T12:25:00.000-07:00

Hello Again Readers and Commenters who enter this strange domain,
I have some new news for you:
A long time ago my dad said that I could make a book of poetry once I had written enough.
Well, now I have and I am finally going to make one...
I am not sure what we will use, but what I remember him saying is blurb.
But editing will have to be done, and maybe some photography and illustrations as well; to make it less boring.
So it will be awhile, but I thought that I would tell all of you who said that I should make one.
That is my brief message, don't really have anything else to say except- write more later,
Imagination

P.S. Have a great summer!! Oh yeah and recently, yesterday in fact, I printed all the poetry from my blog....
52 pages.... :P There will be new ones too that most of you haven't read... I can't wait till its finished, even though it hasn't even been started yet. :)

Pictures Part 2

2008-06-12T17:27:00.001-07:00

Ok so here are the rest. I really like the last one... It is a favorite, some would say.Well but in truth all of them are cool especially the first 2
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Oh yes and please tell me which one you like the best!!!
I give credit to all the artists of the above artwork, whomever they may be. And Amy Brown since I know her name...

Pictures Part 1

2008-06-12T17:13:00.000-07:00

I just found some fun dragon pics the other day when, yes of course surprise I was looking for them. But I just wanted to share them with whoever checks this blog anytime soon.
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I do have some more though so looks like I'll have to do another post, which is no problemo. oh yeah and the last pic is a komodo dragon hatching!!

On the subject of copyright. I am not sure which of these, is or is not; nor do I know
who all the artists of them are, but just to be careful I give full credit to whoever/whomever did the art or took the picture.

Reminiscence

2008-05-24T10:01:00.000-07:00

Do you ever get caught up in the past?
From when you were a little kid...
And wish that you could go back, to the freedom, and laughter,
and playing games using your imagination and basically nothing more.
Of course not all times were fun, but the fun happy memories are the ones that you try to remember.
I have many times like that where I reminiscence back to the past, I sort of wish that I could go back.
But then again I still have so much future ahead of me, so much to look forward to.
I just wonder, what if you could go back, what would it be like?
But never matter, I should just look to the present, and future....
Still plenty ahead, I wonder what will happen tomorrow?

New Poetry

2008-05-21T07:35:00.001-07:00

Here is several new things of poetry.
I had to write them for school.
Tell me what you think.
___________________they are all using metaphors__________

5-20-08

The Moon

The moon is a shining face,
It looks on us from above.

Watching us with poise and grace
It does its nightly guard;

Giving light to all-
It makes up stories
About us all down here,
Fairy-tales, if you will, and tells them to the stars.

It is a shining face,
That laughs at everything
We do-
And thinks us so strange
For living on a planet
That is so very green and blue.
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this next one is a Metaphors about people type of poem.
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5-20-08

I am a bird,
My song whistles through the air,
Like a leaf I rustle in the wind.
Young and not yet old,
I am a clay pot,
Created blue
Like the sky,
Free and Caring-
I am hope fluttering through.
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this one is from todays assignment 5-21-08
It is from metaphors about thoughts and emotions.
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Wave

In my dreams I am a wave,
Rolling, and tossed about the sea.
Flying through the air I take the shape of
A bird and beat my wings-
My bright blue and silver feathers shine
Above the sea.

But as I dive down,
And my fair form hits the waves-
Into them I return.

I am tossed to and fro,
As a lonely wave,
For I have no friends to comfort me
On this long and tiresome journey.

And as I am tossed I hit a bank of seaweed,
Out of it I emerge an otter,
With bright blue and silver fur.
I spend my days napping, and diving for food
Among the reeds,
And with my new found friends.

As I swim among the reeds one day,
I am caught up in an angry wave,
A large and engulfing wave,
One such one that I used to be.
And it drives me back out to sea.

And once again I am tossed,
Along the lonely verge I cross-
Into darkness and never ending void.

I am still that dream,
Changed only in form-
For once again I am given new life.

The wave drives me into a cave,
And I am dashed against the sides.
My fur is torn from my hide.

Out of the cave I emerge-
A mermaid,
Fair and blue,
With hair the color of the tropical sea.
And now I swim, constant in form-
Never forgetting my past in which I was a
Wave!

Tag! You're It

2008-05-16T22:23:00.000-07:00

Hello!! I have been tagged by Auberne' Ancalimon
for 6 random things about me.
The Rules
Tagging Rules:
a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their
blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
OK then, lets get cracking!
1)I carry coupons in my wallet
2)I was born in a foreign country, Australia!!
3)I think that artificial sweeteners are one of the nastiest things
4)I put ketchup on my ketchup!!But don't whack me on the head, I am trying to cut back.
5)I have done cruel things to insects..ex: Pull limb from limb on a grasshopper.
6)The first 7 years of my life only one year was spent in the USA

Well I can't think of six people. I can only think of 3, so here they are:

Dark Ravyn

Gen aka iambeezits

Liset

That is it... :)

Verse Of The Day

2008-05-12T11:43:00.000-07:00

May 12th, 2008
Sorry again, today is today, and this will be published kinda late, I try to have it usually publish at like 3 AM so that it will be up all day, but this one is late.

Verses

Numbers 22:21-41

Balaam's Donkey

21 Balaam got up in the morning, saddled his donkey and went with the princes of Moab. 22 But God was very angry when he went, and the angel of the LORD stood in the road to oppose him. Balaam was riding on his donkey, and his two servants were with him. 23 When the donkey saw the angel of the LORD standing in the road with a drawn sword in his hand, she turned off the road into a field. Balaam beat her to get her back on the road.

24 Then the angel of the LORD stood in a narrow path between two vineyards, with walls on both sides. 25 When the donkey saw the angel of the LORD, she pressed close to the wall, crushing Balaam's foot against it. So he beat her again.

26 Then the angel of the LORD moved on ahead and stood in a narrow place where there was no room to turn, either to the right or to the left. 27 When the donkey saw the angel of the LORD, she lay down under Balaam, and he was angry and beat her with his staff. 28 Then the LORD opened the donkey's mouth, and she said to Balaam, "What have I done to you to make you beat me these three times?"

29 Balaam answered the donkey, "You have made a fool of me! If I had a sword in my hand, I would kill you right now."

30 The donkey said to Balaam, "Am I not your own donkey, which you have always ridden, to this day? Have I been in the habit of doing this to you?"
"No," he said.

31 Then the LORD opened Balaam's eyes, and he saw the angel of the LORD standing in the road with his sword drawn. So he bowed low and fell facedown.

32 The angel of the LORD asked him, "Why have you beaten your donkey these three times? I have come here to oppose you because your path is a reckless one before me. [a] 33 The donkey saw me and turned away from me these three times. If she had not turned away, I would certainly have killed you by now, but I would have spared her."

34 Balaam said to the angel of the LORD, "I have sinned. I did not realize you were standing in the road to oppose me. Now if you are displeased, I will go back."

35 The angel of the LORD said to Balaam, "Go with the men, but speak only what I tell you." So Balaam went with the princes of Balak.

36 When Balak heard that Balaam was coming, he went out to meet him at the Moabite town on the Arnon border, at the edge of his territory. 37 Balak said to Balaam, "Did I not send you an urgent summons? Why didn't you come to me? Am I really not able to reward you?"

38 "Well, I have come to you now," Balaam replied. "But can I say just anything? I must speak only what God puts in my mouth."

39 Then Balaam went with Balak to Kiriath Huzoth. 40 Balak sacrificed cattle and sheep, and gave some to Balaam and the princes who were with him. 41 The next morning Balak took Balaam up to Bamoth Baal, and from there he saw part of the people.

Part of me laughs when I read this... Not at Balaam beating his donkey, but at the donkey herself. This passage is one of so so many that shows what God can do. Imagine this: -Depending on what kind of pet you have, dog, cat, etc.- you are going about your day and your dog is loyally following you around and all of the sudden says to you: "why are you such an idiot", of course you have to think before that to something that you might have done, like ignoring your dog or something, anything. Would you just start speaking back to your dog, or would you be totally taken aback?
I would probably be the latter. One of the main things that stands out to me is that when confronted Balaam corrects himself and does exactly what God asked him to.

Poetry
The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Yes I know it is Edgar Allan Poe, again. But I thought that this one was interesting.
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Double poetry for today YAY.. Thought that I would put something to lighten up the mood a bit.

~Quote Corner~

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." ~ William Wordsworth

"I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more." ~ William Wordsworth

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Till next time,
Imagination

Verse Of The Day

2008-05-11T19:41:00.000-07:00

May 11, 2008

I know that I am kinda late with this one, today being almost over and all.
But I am still doing it.
BTW
Happy Mother's Day!!! To all the mother's out there.

Verse
I thought about doing a special one today being Mother's Day and all, but no time so here goes the next book of the Bible:
Leviticus 26:1-13
Reward for Obedience
1 " 'Do not make idols or set up an image or a sacred stone for yourselves, and do not place a carved stone in your land to bow down before it. I am the LORD your God.

2 " 'Observe my Sabbaths and have reverence for my sanctuary. I am the LORD.

3 " 'If you follow my decrees and are careful to obey my commands, 4 I will send you rain in its season, and the ground will yield its crops and the trees of the field their fruit. 5 Your threshing will continue until grape harvest and the grape harvest will continue until planting, and you will eat all the food you want and live in safety in your land.

6 " 'I will grant peace in the land, and you will lie down and no one will make you afraid. I will remove savage beasts from the land, and the sword will not pass through your country. 7 You will pursue your enemies, and they will fall by the sword before you. 8 Five of you will chase a hundred, and a hundred of you will chase ten thousand, and your enemies will fall by the sword before you.

9 " 'I will look on you with favor and make you fruitful and increase your numbers, and I will keep my covenant with you. 10 You will still be eating last year's harvest when you will have to move it out to make room for the new. 11 I will put my dwelling place [a] among you, and I will not abhor you. 12 I will walk among you and be your God, and you will be my people. 13 I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt so that you would no longer be slaves to the Egyptians; I broke the bars of your yoke and enabled you to walk with heads held high.

This section is interesting seeing all that the Israelites started with: wealth, blessing after blessing from God, their enemies being pursued by them- and them being short so many compared to their enemies; in a realistically played out battle, that would usually never happen, those with the numbers would overpower the smaller and win, not being in bondage under Egypt, and so much more that isn't even mentioned.
Did they thank God, yes of course they did, but think about how often it mentions them complaining to Moses- in a sense God-, when yes maybe they didn't really have any food, or maybe they were thirsty and needed fresh water to drink?
So, if they wouldn't have complained, and would've just prayed, and thanked God that they were still alive, he would've given them what they needed, all they had to do was ask basically.
Don't you think that they would've learned that by now. Sorry I'm kinda going down a Rabbit trail mentioning stuff from previous chapters.
But, how often do we just genuinely thank Him and trust that He will provide us with everything? Speaking for myself, I do thank Him, but not as much as I should, and yes I trust that He will provide what I need, but not in His time, in my time, I want it now.
Another thing that is interesting about this is that the next section of the chapter is titled Punishment For Disobedience ,
so God doesn't just tell them all the happy, fun loving stuff, and then move on.
No He nails them with all that will happen and go badly if they don't follow Him and obey. Here is a sample: verse 21 "If you remain hostile towards me and refuse to listen to me, I will multiply your afflictions seven times over, as your sins deserve..
I haven't read all of it but, do you think that the Israelites really paid attention to all of what God is telling them now, or did they just take the prosperity and safety for granted?

Poetry
Todays poetry is by: Auberne' Ancalimon

Fall

Cast away like a damp old rag,
the summer is gone, leaving the fall to come.
With it's brittle leaves and darken sky,
I will sit by my fire, sipping my tea.
And reading a book of sunny day's gone.

Thanks Auberne' its awesome!!

Quotes of the Day
Todays quotes have also been contributed by Auberne' Thanks again!!

"Every blade of grass has it's angel that bends over it and whispers, Grow, Grow." --- Talmud

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." --- Albert Einstein

That is it for today, thanks again, enjoy and Happy Mother's Day, again!!
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Till next time,
Imagination

Verse of The Day

2008-05-10T03:09:00.000-07:00

May 10th, Saturday

Verse

Exodus 3-4:17
Moses and the Burning Bush

1 Now Moses was tending the flock of Jethro his father-in-law, the priest of Midian, and he led the flock to the far side of the desert and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. 2 There the angel of the LORD appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up. 3 So Moses thought, "I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up."

4 When the LORD saw that he had gone over to look, God called to him from within the bush, "Moses! Moses!"
And Moses said, "Here I am."

5 "Do not come any closer," God said. "Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground." 6 Then he said, "I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob." At this, Moses hid his face, because he was afraid to look at God.

7 The LORD said, "I have indeed seen the misery of my people in Egypt. I have heard them crying out because of their slave drivers, and I am concerned about their suffering. 8 So I have come down to rescue them from the hand of the Egyptians and to bring them up out of that land into a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey—the home of the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites. 9 And now the cry of the Israelites has reached me, and I have seen the way the Egyptians are oppressing them. 10 So now, go. I am sending you to Pharaoh to bring my people the Israelites out of Egypt."

11 But Moses said to God, "Who am I, that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?"

12 And God said, "I will be with you. And this will be the sign to you that it is I who have sent you: When you have brought the people out of Egypt, you [a] will worship God on this mountain."

13 Moses said to God, "Suppose I go to the Israelites and say to them, 'The God of your fathers has sent me to you,' and they ask me, 'What is his name?' Then what shall I tell them?"

14 God said to Moses, "I am who I am . [b] This is what you are to say to the Israelites: 'I AM has sent me to you.' "

15 God also said to Moses, "Say to the Israelites, 'The LORD, [c] the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob—has sent me to you.' This is my name forever, the name by which I am to be remembered from generation to generation.

16 "Go, assemble the elders of Israel and say to them, 'The LORD, the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob—appeared to me and said: I have watched over you and have seen what has been done to you in Egypt. 17 And I have promised to bring you up out of your misery in Egypt into the land of the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites—a land flowing with milk and honey.'

18 "The elders of Israel will listen to you. Then you and the elders are to go to the king of Egypt and say to him, 'The LORD, the God of the Hebrews, has met with us. Let us take a three-day journey into the desert to offer sacrifices to the LORD our God.' 19 But I know that the king of Egypt will not let you go unless a mighty hand compels him. 20 So I will stretch out my hand and strike the Egyptians with all the wonders that I will perform among them. After that, he will let you go.

21 "And I will make the Egyptians favorably disposed toward this people, so that when you leave you will not go empty-handed. 22 Every woman is to ask her neighbor and any woman living in her house for articles of silver and gold and for clothing, which you will put on your sons and daughters. And so you will plunder the Egyptians."
Signs for Moses
1 Moses answered, "What if they do not believe me or listen to me and say, 'The LORD did not appear to you'?"

2 Then the LORD said to him, "What is that in your hand?"
"A staff," he replied.

3 The LORD said, "Throw it on the ground."
Moses threw it on the ground and it became a snake, and he ran from it. 4 Then the LORD said to him, "Reach out your hand and take it by the tail." So Moses reached out and took hold of the snake and it turned back into a staff in his hand. 5 "This," said the LORD, "is so that they may believe that the LORD, the God of their fathers—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob—has appeared to you."

6 Then the LORD said, "Put your hand inside your cloak." So Moses put his hand into his cloak, and when he took it out, it was leprous, [a] like snow.

7 "Now put it back into your cloak," he said. So Moses put his hand back into his cloak, and when he took it out, it was restored, like the rest of his flesh.

8 Then the LORD said, "If they do not believe you or pay attention to the first miraculous sign, they may believe the second. 9 But if they do not believe these two signs or listen to you, take some water from the Nile and pour it on the dry ground. The water you take from the river will become blood on the ground."

10 Moses said to the LORD, "O Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue."

11 The LORD said to him, "Who gave man his mouth? Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind? Is it not I, the LORD ? 12 Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say."

13 But Moses said, "O Lord, please send someone else to do it."

14 Then the LORD's anger burned against Moses and he said, "What about your brother, Aaron the Levite? I know he can speak well. He is already on his way to meet you, and his heart will be glad when he sees you. 15 You shall speak to him and put words in his mouth; I will help both of you speak and will teach you what to do. 16 He will speak to the people for you, and it will be as if he were your mouth and as if you were God to him. 17 But take this staff in your hand so you can perform miraculous signs with it."

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That is a long group of verses I know, a whole chapter, and part of another.
But it was good. One of the main things that stands out to me
is that God repeatedly reassures and shows miraculous signs to Moses.
But yet through it all Moses continually says why me?, and makes up more and more
excuses.
God paved his way and would have made it possible if Moses, would've just said yes ok
I'll do whatever you want me to.
But then when I think of that, how much like Moses am I in everyday life?
With my parents how am I like that, not just with God?
When they ask me to do a chore or something that is completely not Exciting,
do I just jump up ecstatically, at a challenge or hard task or even just a chore, to
do whatever it was,NO! Not usually.

Poetry

The Bells
By:Edgar Allan Poe

I
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden-notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the future!how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III
Hear the loud alarum bells!
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now-now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

IV
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people-ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

~Quote Corner~

this time its a double bonus two quotes for the day!!

* We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. Aristotle

* If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astonish ourselves.
Thomas Edison

Verse of the Day

2008-05-09T03:00:00.000-07:00

This is something that I have been wanting to do, but have not had the time. But when I discovered that you could write a post and then set the publish date and time, for another day and another time, I said yes I can finally do this. Because I don't get on the computer everyday, or when I do I may not have enough time to take time to write a post unless it is during lunch so without further adieu I will explain what this post series will contain.
This so-called "post series" that I am going to do will be a scripture verse a day, something that I got from that verse, maybe a quote from a famous person, maybe even a short poem- by others, once in awhile by me. Then the comments will be left open for you of course... To say whatever your little heart desires about what the post contained, but you already know that so.... Good Night and Good Luck.

Verse: Genesis 12:1-7 NIV
The Call of Abram

1 The Lord had said to Abram, "Leave your country, your people and your father's
household and go to the land I will show you.
2 "I will make you into a great nation
and I will bless you;
I will make your name great,
and you will be a blessing.
3 I will bless those who bless you,
and whoever curses you I will curse;
and all peoples on earth
will be blessed through you."

4 So Abram left, as the Lord had told him;
and lot went with him. Abram was seventy-
five years old when he set out from Haran.
5 He took his wife Sarai, his nephew Lot, all the possessions they had accumulated
and the people they had acquired in Haran, and they set out for the land of Canaan, and they
arrived there.
6 Abram traveled through the land as far as
the site of the great tree of Moreh at Shechem.
At that time the Canaanites were in the land.
7 The Lord appeared to Abram and said
"To your offspring I will give this land."
So he built an altar there to the Lord, who had appeared to him.

Comment:
What catches me most about this passage was when God asked Abram to leave his home, where he had grown up, the only place he had known his whole life so far. And Abram did without arguing or asking why me God?, or staying at home for awhile longer and than finally going. He said YES! and packed up right away, and left.
Another point is when The Lord appears to Abram and says that he is going to give "this land" to his offspring.
Abram did not sit around asking why, but rather he praises God right away.
Yes, we would praise too, but how many of you think that you would sit around awhile thinking about that,
asking ridiculous questions, and then upon finding the answer praise Him? (and btw you don't have to answer that)
Another thing, how many of us would do what Abram did when God asked him to leave the only place he knew.
Imagine yourself in that situation, would you just pack up with no questions asked and leave right away?
Knowing myself I would probably sadly have to say no, I would probably ask a few questions if not lots and then pack up and go.

Quote of the Day:

"If you would not be forgotten
As soon as you are dead and rotten,
Either write things worthy reading,
Or do things worth the writing."
Benjamin Franklin

Poetry/Prose:
Since I have none from you yet, I shall do a new one, by: myself...

The Simplicities
surround me,
Little birds swift this way and that,
And their song fills the outer air,
Adding to the music already made
By a voice.

There is a lone flower,
And orange, but read beauty
Growing in a planter box.
A bee flies landing on an upward purple
Flower, spreading and collection pollen.

A lone little bird perches on a little branch
Imagining that it is the king or queen
Of a giant tree,
Way up in the sky.

The birds fly from the plant's small but
sustainable refuge, to the roof of a building.
A meeting place I suspect, they spread out
All over the air,
To one place than the next.
To a tall fern like plant they fly wafting and fluttering
All over,
Painting a simple, yet complicated work of art.
The simplicities catch my eye-
And fill my senses,
Capturing my whole being...

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Till next time...
Imagination :)

Calling all poets!! And Those that are eloquent with speech, that love to Quote!!

2008-05-05T17:18:00.000-07:00

"Calling all poets to the stage!!" Calling all poets.
I am starting a mini series of posts and I would love to have the readers of this blog submit poetry
for it . It can be something that you have written, or just a poem by someone that you really like.
I will have this so called "series" of posts once everyday, hopefully.
If you would like to I am also going to put a quote.
So if you would so wish to participate, I would be very glad and joyous.

Here is my explanation of what this post series is going to contain: a verse of prose or poetry, a quote of the day (by some dead person or you), and some scripture verses and something that I took from them.
I have been wanting to do this for a long time.
How do I do this submit thingy?
Well here's how:
If you (are a friend and) know my email, then you can submit it that way, with the subject being- verse, poetry/prose, and quote of the day for your blog-, or if you don't then you can submit it as a comment to this post( even if you do know my email you can still submit it as a comment to this post). I will give you credit of course, you can give your name if you want, or I will just use your username from your blog, if you are one to send me an email then please specify which you would prefer, and please if it is poetry or prose include a title-if you have one-.
Any questions just ask. :)
Thanks,
Looking forward to comments.

Can You Guess This Plant?

2008-05-01T19:22:00.000-07:00

Ok here is a plant that we have in our small side yard garden, I have been watching it grow full of excitement. There are 5 other plants of this same type in the garden...But this just happens to be the biggest....
I am going to put some pictures as clues, maybe some riddle things too..Although I am not very good at those.

If you haven't already guessed.... Which who knows, some of you will probably be familiar with it and others not... But since I am not so great with riddles, this should be pretty easy.

I start from something edible,
I grow eyes,
You cut me up and then plant me in the soil,
I have a bush like shape,
I yield produce that is neither fruit nor that which cometh from the vine,
Flowers sprout on my beautiful green, I then shrivel up and go brown,
After which you harvest what I have yielded you.
What am I?

A New Poem.... Let me know what you think.

2008-04-30T21:56:00.000-07:00

She, the lonely wanderer
Coasted through the pass,
And on her ghostly form I saw
A gown of pale colors and hues
Mostly of blue,
It shivered about her presence as if it were
Not there.

She, the lonely wanderer
Was herself pale
And when she looked up she startled me,
For the only thing that was not pale about
Her-
Was her deep sea eyes.
They stare at me and transfixed me there
I stood.
They seemed to contain other worlds, and
Times and places; than that of my own.
They were deep and never endingless-
Fair, but yet dark-
Smooth, but yet rough, for all the crags that they contained-
And there I was frozen in my dream for all
Time.

She, the lonely wanderer
Stood over me like a guardian angel.
For though her beauty could make any man
Run into chaos, and turmoil, and strife,
For all falling
For her, wars would rage, and they
Would all be at loss, for she would never
Love any man.
She was my great protector, and a fierce
Warrior Queen. She had only look them in the
Eye, and then they would run in terror at
Some awful thing.

I did not know how such a thing was
Done,
For I had made connection, and her eyes had not
Been unforeboding terror and horror to me.
They had told a never ending story of
Worlds unknown to me.
But maybe it is because they are her
Enemies, and I am not.

She, the lonely wanderer.
Coasts through my dreams.

Yes, Its a Friendship Poem, from the bygone days of 7th Grade year

2008-04-20T17:27:00.000-07:00

Ok here is a new poem.... well actually it is old I wrote this in 7th Grade on 3-15-06.
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A Real Friend

What is a real friend?
Do you really know?
Most people in our world today think that it is a hi here or
There or maybe lets do something sometime and then it never
Happens.
Well I think that a real friend is...
Someone you can cry with
Laugh with
Talk with
Someone that will hear you out
Even when your times get tough.
Someone that you can spend tons and tons of time with
Or maybe even make memories together that will last a lifetime
So even when you are old and gray just remember what I say
"Never forget what we did or even what we said because our memories
Are something that should last forever and never be forgotten."
Even though you may think that this poem goes on forever what
I am really trying to say is that even when troubled times come your
Way just remember that I am always there for you!

Moments

2008-04-17T12:34:00.000-07:00

Written April 17, 2008
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In those moments of silence
And peace,
Those moments when no one
Utters a word,
The moments when no
Lips are bringing forth messages
The simple things are heard,
And time just seems to stand still.

The tinkling melody of a wind chime
Can be heard and appreciated,
Nature can swarm with
All those little things
That you normally wouldn't take the time
To notice,
So although that clock still ticks,
And time wafts past you-
It feels as if it has all froze
In a eternal capsule
Of serenity.

But when the lips
Move and out breaks the
Sound of human speech,
That is when the spell of
Time is nonexistence
Is broken.

April Fools

2008-04-01T19:46:00.000-07:00

So for my April Fools Day Trick I decided that I would
super glue a quarter to the side walk. And what did I succeed in doing?
I succeeded in super gluing my fingers together.
Well not really, but I have super glue jammed up my finger nails. Not to mention
stuck on my fingers creating a sand paper like feel.
Yes, I still want to try an April Fools trick or prank and actually succeed.
But, for now I suppose I should just concentrate on scraping the glue out of my nails.
Either that or pulling it off of my fingers.
Did the quarter actually stick to the sidewalk? No!!
But I am sure that I could get it to stick to my fingers.
So that is my not so smart tale.
Oh, and my advice for the day:" Don't play with superglue!"
Because it will end up stuck on you!

A Poem.... by Matthew Arnold "Dover Beach"

2008-03-25T19:29:00.000-07:00

Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)

Dover Beach

THE sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the Straits;—on the French coast, the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the ebb meets the moon-blanch'd sand,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The sea of faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd;
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating to the breath
Of the night-wind down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

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what do you think? It is an amazing poem...

Naughty Old Women

2008-03-24T14:29:00.003-07:00

Midnight Mystery Lady

2008-03-19T22:16:00.000-07:00

written 03-19-08

Midnight Mystery Lady

Her midnight black hair billows all around
Her angelic face with its angular
Perfection.

She sweeps through the lands which have a
Poverty stricken population and weeps
For her people.
Knowing that she can not do very much
For them.

But as she flies over the land full of the
Spoiled and wealthy,
The land of those who only truly care for
Themselves-
She stays and keens for its people knowing
That these are the only people whom she can
Not help at all.

Her loving hands care for the sick and those
Who can not help themselves...
Her eyes give strength to the weak and dying
So that they may move on...to either peace
Or life.

She is the helper,
But she can help only those who
Will accept it.

She is the mystery behind
The veil, the masterpiece that has
Yet to be given a name.
But there she is...
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what do you think?

Some thing to get us even more ready for spring

2008-03-17T16:55:00.000-07:00

The feel and look of things has taken on the air of spring.
The sky is blue, the wind light, new life budding everywhere
That I look.

Blossoms on the tree:
All with poise and grace,
But each color and shape unique in its own way.

The clouds are graceful and pure white-
Not in anyway ominous and gray,
Not in anyway sad or angry,
But happy and joyful!

The sound of life is there somewhere,
But not in full swing, yet.
It is like that of a grandfather clock that needs to be wound every night
So that in the morning the time is right and no one is put off to a late start.
The clock of the season is being wound, correctly but, slowly and it will come...

The Subject

2008-03-02T19:42:00.000-08:00

This post is for the poll.
So that you can talk about which one you like the best, if you want to, or ask others
which one they think they like the best, if you can't make up your mind.
But I think that you should be able to, I'm not that good.
I will try to extend the poll so that it can go longer, also I made the poll so that you can choose more than one answer when voting. When it ends which I will try to make the end of this month, I will choose the one with the most votes, so please vote so I can choose. The contest is actually something that I got through an email. Here are some pointers that the Editors gave- When Reviewing Poetry . . .-:

* Establish a specific writing style (i.e. rhymed verse, blank verse, etc.)
* Use vivid imagery and be descriptive throughout the poem
* Use poetic elements
(i.e. metaphor, simile, tone, emotions, etc.)

* Avoid using clichés
* Be original

So I hope that will help you if you need some help if you can't form a decisive opinion by yourself, which is me most of the time.

Ok here is a change of pace, what if I submitted it to a magazine, what do you think of that instead? It might get into the magazine, but it might not. Although, it is still the same with the contest thing. Feed back, what do you think? Should I do that instead? One more thing the magazine has contests too. Poetry, fiction, nonfiction...
All sorts of genre.

One more thing does any one have any more ideas for a title for my story, I might submit that too. But you have to have a title for the manuscript.

One New Poem

2008-03-01T11:43:00.000-08:00

The pale moonlight shines down through the branches,
And illuminates my path.
The sky is clear, the stars shine with brilliance
On this wintry eve,
No snow has fallen, no no snow will fall,
As I walk along this lonely path,
I look up to see a tree with the light shine down
through it highlighting either life or death,
Full branches or bare.

The lonely branches scream out for spring
Calling, waiting for it to come,
So that they can burst with new life.
Spring is in bloom,
Just like a perfectly timeless rose,
Blooming to show its serene beauty to all,
But never wilting, never taking its life cycle
Fully.
The birds call out from the branches,
Whistling a pretty melody
That blends together into the
Song of nature that we hear
And sometimes long for when
Life gets busy, Too busy.

Suddenly a cold chill brings me back to reality,
Spring has not yet bloomed like that timeless rose.
It is still winter,
The chill reaches to us,
And the wind rustles the branches of bare trees.
Spring will still come,
All life takes its course.
The seasons must do so also.

Some Song Lyrics that're really good

2008-02-17T13:58:00.000-08:00

Lord Reign In Me

(Brenton Brown)

Over all the earth
You reign on high
Every mountain stream
Every sunset sky
But my one request
Lord my only aim
Is that You’d reign in me again

Lord reign in me
Reign in Your power
Over all my dreams
In my darkest hour
You are the Lord
Of all I am
So won’t You reign in me again

Over every thought
Over every word
May my life reflect
The beauty of my Lord
‘Cause you mean more to me
Than any earthly thing
So won’t You reign in me again
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How Great Is Our God
Chris Tomlin
VERSE(1):
The splendor of a King,
Clothed in majesty
Let all the earth rejoice,
All the earth rejoice
He wraps himself in light,
And darkness tries to hide
And trembles at his voice,
And trembles at his voice

CHORUS(1):
How great is our God,
sing with me
How great is our God,
and all who sing
How great, How great
Is our God

VERSE(2):
Age to age he stands
And time is in His Hands
Beginning and the End,
Beginning and the End
The Godhead, Three in one
Father, Spirit, Son
The Lion and the Lamb,
The Lion and the Lamb

CHORUS(1):
How great is our God,
sing with me
How great is our God,
and all who sing
How great, How great
Is our God

CHORUS(2)
Name above all names
You are Worthy of all praise
and My heart will sing how great
Is our God
(x2)

CHORUS(1):
How great is our God,
Sing with me
How great is our God,
and all who sing
How great, How great
Is our God

CHORUS(1):
How great is our God,
Sing with me
How great is our God,
and who sing
How great, How great
Is our God

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And here is a new one. from a CD that my mom recently got from a friend
all of the songs on it are inspired by the classic book of Puritan Prayers
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In The Valley
based on "The Valley of Vision"by Arthur Bennett

Verse 1

When you lead to the valley of vision
I can see You in the heights
And though my humbling wouldn't be my decision
It's here Your glory shines so bright
So let me learn that the cross precedes the crown
To be low is to be high
That the valley's where You make me
more like Christ

Chorus

Let me find Your grace in the valley
Let me find Your life in my death
Let me find Your joy in my sorrow
Your wealth in my need
That You're near with every breath
In the valley

Verse 2

In the daytime there are stars in the heavens
But they only shine at night
And the deeper that I go into darkness
The more I see their radiant light
So let me learn that my losses are my gain
To be broken is to heal
That the valley's where Your power is revealed
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Just thought that I'd share that with you all. :)

Here is the story all though I am not sure what to call it. Give me some suggestions will you? Please :)

2008-02-16T11:51:00.000-08:00

Blue eyes, with the fire of turquoise and tropical ocean, stared out from a cover of bushes as the day passed by. Distinguished men in formal attire and elegant ladies in beautiful dresses passed by in carriages drawn by majestic black stallions, adorned with jewels of ruby and amethyst, on the cobbled street. By contrast, the observant, in very essence and position, poor, was dressed in ragged clothing and had been wearing such as long as she could remember. Her hair was the black of a midnight sky. Birds of many varieties called out from cages of wood, waiting to be sold at market, in a booth constructed of green tapestry. They longed to be free! The fugitive of poor birth and station, dressed in a ragged old dress, that may have once been beautiful, was known as Aria. Aria lived on a very poor farm with her parents and 2 siblings, more children had been granted to the family, but they all had died from sickness or famine within the first 2 months of their short lives. She was the oldest, her two younger brothers were 5 and 6 years. They were very rowdy and weren't very good at helping with the many chores that accompanied owning a farm. The older, Sam, claimed green eyes of Emerald and had the same midnight black hair as Aria. The youngest living of the children, had been christened Connor and did not look at all like the rest of the family. He had bright blonde hair, that shown like that of the moon, and deep auburn eyes. Aria should have been at home helping with the chores, but she had secretly sneaked off to town, after hearing that many a royalty would be passing through this day. Naturally she wanted to see if they were anything like all the stories she had read. Rich, rode in carriages of satin and silk, wore the fanciest most fashionable clothing of the day, and were adorned with precious and valuable stones and jewels. Most were very rude and unpleasant, given but a few nice ones. Aria's mind was a very imaginative one and she had been cuffed in the head many a time by her parents for daydreaming while the chores needed doing.
So on this particular day, Aria, who loved stories and could even read them, just had to get a glimpse of what she would never have, but had read ever so much about. The royalties began arriving, about 5 minutes after she had located her hiding station. It was wonderful, there were so many colors. Most with their high class snobery, hid behind the curtains of their carriages while some had the curtains open and were taking in the scenery and the country air. They were so beautiful, Aria thought, with their hair done up all fancy like and their dresses of many different hues of blues, purples, pinks, and even greens. Of course, there were boys too. Some were even Aria's age, but looked much nicer, in their clothing of course.One of the boys, when he got out of his carriage walked over to her bush and saw her, but before he could say anything she put her finger to her lips in a warning to be silent, he apparently understood her desperate plea and brusquely walked away.
She saw the market unfold before her as more and more pretty people, as she like to call them, arrived. There were even more colors as merchants continued setting up booths and laying out their merchandise. There were, brooches, precious stones set in necklaces and bracelets, expensive cloth of many colors, various animals in cages, and lastly there were food stalls of small delicacies to eat. As she was taking all of this in she did not notice that the boy who had seen her before had snuck up behind her, until she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Aria turned around with a flash, and saw the kind face looking at her from the same eye level. “Oh.” She said.
“What do you mean, oh?” asked the boy.
“Oh nothing, nothing at all, am I bothering you? 'Cause if I am I can leave. “ Aria said boldly.
The boy, noticing the boldness, calmly replied,“Oh no, definitely not. I would not think so, I was just wondering if you would like this..” At that he took his hand from behind his back and produced a pear. It looked wonderfully juicy, and looked to be the most delicious thing that Aira had ever laid eyes on.
“Why are you being nice to me? I don't even know you” she asked.
“No, reason, you just looked a bit hungry.” said the boy. “By the way, my name is Ed.”
“Do you mean Edward?” Aria asked.
“Yes, that is all of it, but most every one I know calls me Ed.”
“Well, yes I do suppose that I am a bit hungry, but how do I know that you haven't done something to it?” she said eyeing the pear somewhat distrustfully.
“Ok, I'll prove it to you.” As he said this he took out a little pocket-knife, it gleamed wonderfully in the sun. He then proceeded to cut a small chunk out of the pear, after the fact he popped it into his mouth and chewed it very pleasantly. “See”. Edward said.”I haven't done anything to it, else why would I have eaten any.”
“Oh all right, I believe you.” She said taking the pear from his hand, and biting daintily into its flesh. “ You, still haven't answered my question totally.” Aria said through mouthfuls of the delicious pear. “Normally, your kind stick up their noses at people like me.” She said sadly.
“Well...” replied Ed. “I am not like that. My mother is though and....” He was cut off abruptly by someone calling his name.
“Edward, Edward. Come here right this instant.”
“That would be my mother, I have to go. But before I do, I have to ask something.” He said as he stood up.
“What?” Aria asked.
“Can you read?” He said.
“Yes, why?” She replied slowly.
“ I will write you a note and leave it right there between those two branches, before I leave. We come here every market day.” He said. She didn't have time to say anything back, but instead just nodded her head as he walked off.
'That was interesting..' Aria said to herself. “Well I best be off, but before I go where is a stick.” She found a good one, perfect for writing with, and then began to inscribe a note in the dirt. It read:
Dear Edward,
I just wanted to say thank you for the pear.
It was delicious, I have never had one before.
What is your house like? It must be very big.
Do you have any pets or brothers and sisters?
I have so many questions. But I suppose you might have some too.
So, I have 2 brothers, of 5 and 6 years. The elder is Sam and the younger
is called Connor. Our farm is down the road about 5 miles, I think.
It is a small house, but is quite full of people all the time, not to mention a few animals.
I have to go.
Bye, Aria.

At that she stuck the stick in the dirt next to the note and ran off towards the dirt road. She had made her mind up to come back tomorrow morning to see if there was any note left where he said it would be. Aria ran back to the farm with great agility and speed, not wanting to get back too late and get in trouble for not doing her chores when she was supposed to. Past the trees and pastures of Mr. and Mrs. McFurrough's land, she ran in long strides, like that of and ostrich I would suppose, and got to the barn just in time for dinner, if there would be any. Sure enough, the chickens, pigs, and their one plough horse, Jack, needed to be fed.
So she flung herself into action, and at that instant dashed into the barn, grabbed the pitchfork and dug it into the hay. Running, but slowly so as not to scare Jack, daintily toward the manger she dumped the first load into it. Aria, ran back and forth from the hay pile and in so doing filled Jack's manger. She snuck over to the oat sacks and grabbed a couple handfuls, then retreated back to the safety of the big soiled white coat of Jack's body. Sticking her hand full of the oats out to Jack's muzzle, she noticed that his water trough needed filling. He ate the oats gratefully, and whinnied softly. She stroked him gently and then ran off to grab a bucket. Aria found one lying next to the door into the barn picked it up gingerly, and ran off towards the well. Setting that bucket down on the ground, she lowered the well bucket down slowly with the cranking of the handle and then pulled it up even slower, the sides sloshing with water. Picking up the larger bucket she dumped the water from one bucket to the other. She repeated this step several more times, after each time of filling the larger bucket with the water collected she made sure that it was balanced well on the edge of the well. When the bucket was full enough to her liking she hefted it into her arms and carried it slowly to the barn, making sure, all the while to spill as little as possible. Seeing Jack eat was a funny sight Aria thought, especially when you intruded on his meal time. Clicking her tongue softly she poured the water into his trough and strode off to find the chicken feed. All this while she had been pondering her meeting with Edward.
Finding the feed and the bucket in which to dump it was rather easy, and by now second nature to Aria. She filled the bucket half full and walked quickly over to the chicken coop. It had a small wooden fenced enclosure around it so that during the day the chickens could be in the sunlight, but at night they were ushered back into the coop after being fed. She sang softly as she threw the feed into the yard, and the chickens rushed over to the food, and fought for it as though they each hadn't had food in months. When she was done, she set the bucket in the enclosure and went to the front side of their house. In a bin, where it always was, sat the food that was to be taken to the pigs. Picking up the large bucket that always sat near, she filled it full and ran as fast as she could without spilling any, to the pigs pen. She dumped the food into the miniature trough that was used for the pigs and called out loudly, “Here pigs, here.” And sure enough, fast as a lazy pig would go, came the fattiest of all the pigs, not to mention the oldest. Aria ran back to the chickens place of refuge and ushered all the chickens into the coop and bolted the door. Then she picked up the other bucket that she had used earlier for the chickens and ran off toward the house. Tossing the pigs bucket in its proper place, she turned around and ran into the house, letting the door bang shut.
Everyone was seated at the table and there was an unusually large dinner set out. It must be a special occasion, she thought, but couldn't remember which it was. Aria set the bucket down slowly and went to wash her hands. She came back quickly and sat down slowly, making sure not to let the chair scoot. “Thank you for joining us so promptly Aria.” Said her mother.
“Have I missed something?” Aria asked.
“Yes.” Her mother replied. “Your cat had a very large litter of kittens.”
“Really?” She asked.
“Yes, and since it is your birthday, you get to keep one.” Her Mother replied.
“Truly, I knew that I had forgotten something.” Aria said in astonishment.
“Ha, ha. You are so funny Aria.” Laughed her brother Sam. “To think that you would forget ye' own birthday.”
“To think?” said Connor surprised.
“Thank you mother and father, thank you ever so much. How can I ever say thanks enough.” she said addressing her parents.
“Oh, well..” said her Father, Joseph, “You could start with getting to dinner a bit earlier.” He said jokingly.
“I'll try”. Aria acknowledged. “I do have a question,though, what are we going to do with the rest of the kittens?”
“That is one good question, but while I think, let's eat.” her Father said.
It truly was a glorious meal, especially for their family. There was mashed potatoes, chicken, rice, and to the surprise of everyone, vegetables. After everyone had had their fill, Resa, commonly called Mother, brought out a pie. It wasn't like any that you would have today, it was much better, for now days most people don't make pies any more. But this pie was fresh, steaming, and smelt of sweet apples. Connor enjoyed his pie so much that he was in despair and melancholy after he had finished, it truly was the best birthday ever, thought Aria, for what could any one want more, food enough to satisfy hunger, and a family that you love. “Well, now that I've had a thought, what do you think about having Aria bring the Kittens to market day and selling them, Resa?” Joseph said in a happy tone of mind.
“I think that that is a wonderful idea. What do you think Aria, dear?” Acknowledged her mother.
“I say, yes most definitely. I think that it is a jolly wonderful idea. When?” Said Aria, thinking again of meeting Edward.
“Well, next market day of course, the kittens should be old enough by then, to be separated from their mother.” Aria's mother and father replied in unison.
“Oh I almost forgot.” said Resa. “I have one other gift for you Aria.” At that she went into the sleeping side of the house and brought back with her a little parcel. “Go on open it.” she said anxiously.
At that Aria tore through the brown packaging swiftly to find a new dress, pressed, clean, and ready to wear. “I figured that you could use a nicer dress for special occasions, such as market day, and that your current one you could wear while you're at home, doing chores and such.”
“Oh thank you so much. I didn't expect anything, let alone a new dress and getting to keep one of the kittens. Thanks ever so much!” Aria said excitedly while quickly getting up and rushing over to both sides of the table to hug both of her parents. “All right..” said her father while being embraced. “Enough excitement for one day, my little girl is 13, and now off to bed with all of you, tomorrow is another day and we've all got work to do. first, though, Aria, I do suspect that you would like to take a peep at the kittens.” said her Father.
“Oh, yes.” Aria said joyously.
So father and daughter left the rest of the family at table, and walked to a corner of the one roomed farm house, that had a good sized wooden crate against it. The crate's contents were as follows, a beautiful midnight black cat with emerald green eyes and a dozen little, tiny kittens, most were at the mothers side sucking milk. While, the others, were fighting for a spot. In a hushed voice Aria said happily, “ Well, now, you make a fine mother, Emerald.” A small Meeow, was all that was heard in reply along with the purring that followed Aria petting Emerald's head softly.
“Time for bed you three.” Father announced promptly after walking quietly away from the cat.
“Do we have to?” Said Sam and Connor simultaneously.
“Yes, of course, now hop to it.” Joseph said.
The house was a quick scramble of Sam and Connor as they rushed off to bed with Aria on their trail. She drifted off to sleep hearing the voices of her parents in hushed tones, and to thinking of waking up early before the sun rose and her Da was awake.
Snap! Her eyes opened. She looked hastily around, but relaxed when she saw that her Da was still sleeping peacefully. Quickly Aria jumped out of bed, dressed quickly in her old dress, and brushed her hair. She stole out of the house quietly, and then ran like the lightning to where she had been just the other day. Sure, enough just as Ed had said he had left a note, in between two branches of her hiding bush. She took it out from its hiding place as quickly as she dared, careful not to rip it. Note in hand, she rushed back to the farm, but this time taking care to enjoy the beautiful morning that was dawning. As she neared the farm again, she walked slower and opened the note it read:
Dear Aria,
So, that is your name. I had been meaning to ask you.
Your life sounds rather exciting, even though mine is much more fancy.
The house of my occupancy, as my mother would call it, is a very large
Medieval Castle with lots of rooms that I've seen, and many more
still waiting to be explored. I have only one sister, and she is 20 and married.
So, as you can imagine, it is very dull.
Not to mention, I have private tutors, and spend 8 hours every day in study.
I have a horse though, his name is Blaze, we spend lots of time together.
He is an Arabian, I am not sure if you know what kind that is.
Well, I will look for you next market day, if I don't find you anywhere then
I will go to the bush and see if you've left any letter.
Yours Sincerely,
Ed.

By the time she had finished reading, Aria had reached the barn. It was a wonderful letter. Of course it would be for she had never had a real friend before. Well, at least she felt that she should call him a friend. He was the closest that she had ever got to one.
Aria decided that instead of going back to sleep, that she would help her father by doing the milking, or at least part of it. So she went through the proceedings of cleaning, with warm water of course, because she did not want to scare the cow. And then she pulled up a stool next to the cow, set the bucket beneath it, and began mechanically squirting milk into the pail. She comforted the mollie by talking in a sweet tone, and occasionally humming. When she finished she set the full pail in the cooling trough out of way of any cats that might sneak into the barn looking for a drip of milk. Aria decided to find a clean small saucer and fill it with the fresh milk, and then take it to Emerald. So that's exactly what she did. She found a saucer that was Ivory in color, and had a design of brilliant green vines that bloomed here and there with beautiful dark blue blossoms. She filled it carefully and took it to the crate where Emerald was with her kittens. laying it carefully next to Emerald's mouth. The cat lapped it up thankfully and mewed in thanks. Aria stroked the cat's head softly as she picked up the saucer and returned it to the kitchen, getting ready to wash it of course.
Resa awoke to the sound of a whistling kettle. Who would be up now? Joseph was still asleep there on the pillow next to her. She sat up slowly and looked around. Aria, was up? Normally she would still be sleeping now. Resa got up and dressed carefully minding not to wake anybody up just yet. Yes, the house was only one room, but they had managed to make a little barrier between where everyone slept and the kitchen side of the house. She walked softly into the kitchen, “Aria?”
“Yes, Ma. What is it?” Came Aria's reply.
“ Oh, nothing. I was just surprised that you were up.”
“Is no one else up then?” Aria said.
“No, not even Joseph.” Resa said in return.
“Should I start to make breakfast?” asked Aria.
“Yes, I don't see why not.” Her mother said.
“Oatmeal, again?” Aria said in a funny voice.
“Yes dear.”
“Oh all right then. When is next market day?”
“It is in six weeks.” Came her mother's reply.
“That is a long, time, but it is perfect for the kittens.” Aria said.
“Yes, there are smaller market days once every 2 weeks, but only those who live here go to those. The ones where people come from a ways are only once every 6 weeks.” Resa said. It was a good day, Aria made the oatmeal, even though this was the 14th time that they had had it in the week before and this week. Everyone laughed and talked a great deal over the meal. Joseph was glad to have the extra rest, and thanked his daughter for doing the milking. After breakfast everyone went about doing what was needed, Resa packed up the things to sell at the small market and left soon after, Aria did her usual chores quickly but thoroughly and was glad when she was finished. The boys as always played when they should have helped, but no matter everything got done.
At about noon both the boys were playing near the trees, Connor had actually climbed into one and was dangerously balancing on the thin outer part of one branch, even though Sam told him that it was foolishly unwise. All of the sudden, CRACK!! The branch gave way, and a loud shriek escaped from Connor's mouth before he hit the ground, landing heavily on his right leg. Sam ran panicking to Aria and shouted something unintelligible. Aria, seeing his panic stricken face followed Sam knowing that something had to have gone seriously wrong. He brought her to where Connor was laying on the ground, unconscious. “Go and fetch Da, I'll stay here with him. Run!” Said Aria hastily. As her brother took of she stared at Connor's cracked leg. She knew what she had to do. Rummaging through the broken branch, she found two pieces that would do perfectly for a splint. She pulled them off, and then sat next to Connor stroking his blonde hair. Soon enough Da arrived with Sam running to keep up with him, his little legs trembling horribly. “Here Da, I found 2 pieces.” Aria said lifting up the two small branches.
“Go and fetch some clean cloth, and put some water on to boil.”
“Yes Da.” Said Aria.
“What should I do?” Asked Sam. His Da's eyes told him that all he could do now was to go and open the door. He did so quickly. Joseph gently lifted his son off of the ground, being careful about the leg, and brought him into the house.
“Lay some clean sheets on top of this bed for me Aria.” She did so quickly. He set Connor down and said but one more thing before, rolling up his sleeves to set to work. “Is the water heated?” Aria nodded her head and went to fetch it. When she brought the water back, Sam had just presently entered the room, and handed Da some clean rags. Connor's pants were off and the leg looked horrible, thankfully it hadn't swollen any yet.
Joseph dipped some of the rags and wiped clean Connor's leg. Then he shooed Sam out of the room, and worked on setting Connor's leg. When that was done Connor came to.
“Wwwhatt.. happened?” He said then winced and started to cry when he felt the pain in his leg and suddenly remembered. Aria bowed down and kissed Connor on the forehead comforting him some.
The next weeks passed by slowly for the whole family. Chores were done, and everyone felt melancholy. Soon though, a diversion came, it was the day for the big market. Aria was excited because she would hopefully get to see Ed again. The kittens were loaded into the back of their wagon, and Aria sat in the back with them. She had picked one that looked just like its mother except that it had beautiful blue eyes. The rest were so cute, and Aria was sad to part with them, but it had to be done. So the rest of the day was spent bartering with rich folks on the price for which to buy a kitten. Ed and his mother came to their stand, and a spark of recognition and excitement ignited his eyes.
Ed and Aria spent many days conversing in secret, of Ed's mother, her family had found out and met him of course. They spent the days of summer talking, exchanging letters, and meeting when they could. The months then turned into years and their friendship grew. Both had now realized the true meaning of friendship. One day Aria handed Ed a piece of paper. It was beautifully adorned; Ed had given it to her for her 16th birthday. It read:
Now do I realize the true meaning,
Of friendship,
And summer days spent talking with you.
May this friendship last forever.

Many have had friends and many were they,
But were they as true and pure as we?
Did they last though through, the hardships of life,
And the disagreements that pop up in general conversation?
How many years shall it be that we will know each other to come?
How many will we be friends?
Forever more do I surely hope.

Ed looked at Aria with wonder, and then they both knew the truth, they would be friends for ever more. How much do we wonder if our current friends be our friends, are they true, or are they feign? How long shall they stay the first? Let this be the question posed, and let this unlikely tale of friendship be one part of the many answers that accompany it.
P.S. Ed's Mother finally found out about the friendship, but surprisingly she did not stop it.
The End

More, and yet More New Poems!! :P

2008-02-03T18:41:00.000-08:00

YAYERS!!! more poems, you are prob. like oh great
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Written: 12-16-07 to 1-9-08

Raven

Through the air it glides
As it swoops to find food, or maybe some unseen treasure,
It has a keen mind
And its blackness is seen.

So many tricks,
Does it play
As it swoops and glides my way,
It fends for itself
And is also not much bigger than an elf.

Wings unfold
And Tales of old,
Eyes of black
And also a sack
Maybe of corn or some seed
Will it take to feed,
To feed upon and hid away
A blackness glides over a bay,
And there it flies the
Clever, black, Raven.
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Written: not sure but very recently

A Melody

A melody plays on the strings of your heart,
A song wafts through the air,
And it tugs on your loneliness, putting on airs in a spoiled way
Pulling you over to the window to view the
Sight below you.

The song continues to bewitch you-
With its beauty....
And all of the sudden it begins to fade,
Not realizing that your strength to withstand
It's pull was gone.
Your arms pull you through the open window
And you jump,
But the air catches you like a soft mattress,
And you soar upwards-
Following the bewitching melody on its journey
Through the clouds,
You feel as if you could follow it any
Where, any day for the rest of your life.
That nothing can harm you, as long as you
Are pursuing it.

This melody is
LOVE!!

Some must feel invincible,
Some must feel weak,
But in either-
There is
LOVE!!
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Finished writing it today

Untitled

The sky it stares me blank in the face,
As I look toward its place,
No, I do not dare to jump off the cliff,
Nor, do I dare to decipher this glyph,
It challenges me to take to the skies
And to dream of floating, seeing the world beneath the view of my eyes!
With the green and blue and white swirls below
The beauty is so great, but it all seems so low,
Underneath me it is, as I view it from space
With the stars and galaxy about me, I feel filled with wonder and awe as I view what was made by the great ace,
The great and majestic God, He who set this galaxy in place,
He who enabled me to write, and all others gifts to be, it feels as if I am staring at an image of His face.
Only an image, because though this view is great and beautiful He is greater and more majestic, which brings me back to the sky.
Its blueness is in radiance, and makes me wish that I could fly,
But, alas as far as I can get is to dream about it,
-And after a bit,
There is thunder and lighting in a dark sky with the moon and stars
Out and behind it, and the streaks spread out like branches and bars,
And heard there is a loud 'crack'
I know, too, that if I was truly up there I would feel a great 'SMACK'
And then I would be falling down from the sky like a dead and lifeless bird shot down from a happy and gleeful flight,
Only to bit
Back at the hunter and start anew as if guns had never existed and so I had never been hurt
Now, though I am flying lower and I can see the rich, brown dirt
I reach down and pick up a handful, my hands clench, and I can feel it balling up,
This is the greatest soil, and like a cup
Full of water quenches the thirst, so this soil is a quencher for the earth,
A new birth
Has happened, a new star is out, and the moon is so much bigger than it used to be, that is only because as I have said this I have floated
Slowly upward and forward, and have come much closer to it than I was before, I am boating
Through a sky, unchanging in its way, except instead of me being the one in the tube I am the one driving, in control, showing what I know, like a guide
Giving a tour, and showing the guests about, and then suddenly pushing them down a slide
For they fall a great distance, but get back up again only to rejoin me at the top
The slide is a resemblance to when you let go of all your air in a pool or if you grab on to a heavy rock 'PLOP'
Down you go as the rock pulls you down,
Down to the deep town,
You discover as you sit at the bottom a town of mini people so rare and so unseen that you are shocked,
Shocked to see the beauty, that never-endingly does not fade, and your air supply
So you have to leave your discovery, and go back to it later some day, for you need
To breathe and your mind will bleed
With curiousity, at what else might lie below you, what other worlds you might might discover,
There are so many possibilities that lie within the cover
Of your hidden knowledge, of those other worlds, so many things
Around you crowd, that you must take flight on those wings
Which you have sprouted from the dreams to fly
When you stare at the sky.
It does still challenge me,
With an unchanging plea.
To take to its blueness
And to fly away on wings of trueness.
The sky it stares me blank in the face...
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that poem has two lines that rhyme and then the next two rhyme. I do not know what to call it. do you have any suggestions? And it is rather random...
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Oh, the Imagination is it not a wonderful thing!

2008-01-25T19:35:00.000-08:00

more poems! YaY!! Enjoy.
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Written 12-22-07

Untitled

The shapes and designs
Call on my mind to put them
On Paper
But my hand like an untrained
Warrior at the front of the
Battle does naturally think
On Instinct "I can't do this!"

Although it is an untrained
Warrior, it can still make it look
Some what like my mind randomly
Places them.

They never end up quite like
I thought them to be,
But never the matter
I shall try and be victorious
But not completely
Because there were still many
Casualties.
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that one is referring to my drawing skills,
as artists what is thought up in our mind is always
a masterpiece and perfect, but when actually put onto
paper ends up a little different, then what we imagined.
Doesn't it?
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Written: 1-4-08

The Wind, The Trees, And The Rain

The mighty power gives the trees a
Shake,
Towards the right and towards the
Left.

The chimes they chime without ceasing
Sometimes a bit quieter than before.

The rain it spatters as the eye can
See,
But continues to fall.

The mighty power surges through once
More, dies down by a hair and then
Pushes again full fledge,
Shaking the wall and windows
As if they are nothing but the
Trees themselves.
Whoooo.....
It utters as it passes by
And shakes the branches this way and
That, never fully letting go.
Whoosh!!
It strikes again...
And now do I dare to enter into
Its force.
My bare feet touch the ground
It is not the grassy, but the grey and
Hard man-made
My feet are shocked how cold it is and I
Stand there and wait
The wind it surges past, rippling and tearing at my
Pants and drives my hair away from my face

The trees are the lords
And the wind is, but the king,
They are the giants in my world when I am
Safe in the cover behind the cold,
But once I ope that door and step through I
Am on they're turf, they seem to be angry and
I shrink back,
They wave one direction and I follow that quickly
Seeing yet another tree waving, and then......................
Whoooosh!! It attacks again and I feel as if I could
Be lifted, off the ground, by a giant's hand and fly through
The air, scared out of my wits, but still excited. But, alas
It is not to be, the mighty power surges still, and
I have fled back to my world, away from the giants,
The Lords, and the Kind. To my safe place do I
Retreat back, to the dry, not wet, warm, not cold, roofed,
Not unsheltered, home!
Although every now and then do I still hear, from those Lords the
Complaint of a stranger who once entered they're domain without permission.
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I think that my hands will soon get very tired, and possibly though this notion is quite
silly fall off, and that would do me absolutely no good.
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Written Jan. 8, 2008

The Old, The New, And The Truth

The hunger and famine of days spent
In the Desert pull at my stomach and
Gnaw on my mind.
But, finally through dreams of terror and
Unrest do I find an oasis, a shelter,
For my soul....

Through the hot haze do I wearily walk
And seem to see water everywhere,
Finally do I see green, a surge of energy
Do I feel, so my feet run, run, run, it
Does not seem to get any closer.
Out of Desperation do I cry, cry out in
Wanting to be delivered, to be delivered
From out of my agony.
Suddenly, I feel a mighty hand lifting me up
Off of the ground and carrying me forward,
Toward the oasis.

With His help did I reach it,
And because of Him, and only Him, not me,
Do I set up a new life
On that green plain.

Now do I realize, looking back on my old life,
That, that the reason that the Desert journey
Was so long,
Was my own fault, I saw the truth many
Times, but I turned them down,
Not wanting to give up my pride and selfishness,
It was not till the end that I gave up myself,
Sinful self, not that I am not sinful any
More, but now I have a reason to live,
And that is not for myself, which is how I
Lived before, but for God!
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Written Jan. 23, 2008

The Rain's Melody

The rain whispers its message
To you softly,
There is not danger in its falling
To earth.

When you're inside it taps softly on
Your window pane bringing with
It a soft melody.

When in the car the world passes
By ever so quickly,
You have not much time to spot
The natural beauty,
But the rain's song is still with
You, falling harder now as it
Hits the wind-shield.

Pitter, Patter, tap, tap,
If you stop to listen you can just
Imagine the melody of a song
Being created.

There is not much to it,
But in our busy lives' we forget the
Small things,
Not taking time to listen...

So my friend
Slow down, even if its just a little,
And listen to the melody of
The rain.
That God has sent down as
A renewing blessing to keep
That which is green and alive,
Here.
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I wrote that on the way to band, as you prob. guessed
it was raining.
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Written 1-23-08

I AM

Life can be so dreary
That at times it just gets you
Down,

But even when the gloon surrounds
You,
Just remember
That I AM here fo you,
To protect you,
And delvier you,
To send your heart and soul peace
In times of trouble.

Yes, you shall be tested and tried,
Yes, there will be times when your
Heart is downcast
But look to me and trust in me
For I AM the one who sent you
The first hope.

Do not forget me,
As my people Israel have.

Do not forget to look to me even when
You're safe at home.
For you will have times of peace
And times of sadness and strife.

But through all thick and thin
I AM here for you,
Even when you can barely speak
I AM!
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Written 1-23-08

The Curse Shall End And Perfection Shall Reign

There will come a day when
Sadness, grief, pain, sickness,
And horror will cease to be;

When Joy, and love, and true happiness
Will never ever end.

Where you will walk on streets of
Gold,
And your earthly self with all
Imperfections will never show his
Face.

Pearly gates, and Golden streets
And God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit
Live up beyong where our eyes
Can see.

Plenty for all, and an abundant
Life await you, but only if you
BELIEVE!!
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Written 1-25-08

To The Authors

To the authors of long ago,
To the authors of present and future,
To those who have been forgotten-
Books laid down in the dust, covered
With earth,
To those who are still remembered,
And who will continue to be for
Who knows maybe century's more.

They whose dreams have been bound
By the spell of ink and paper,
By covers that keep them together
So that no page is lost.
So that no memory forgotten.

To the dreams that they glided on
On wings of ever presently constant
Thoughts that caused pens
To move, letters to be
Typed, and many more to be scratched
Out for not sounding right.

To yet even more dreams
That they're thoughts and wishes
Of being known, of being
Acknowledged-
Would be accepted, and cherished
By others.

To those dreams and wishes,
To the wings glided upon,
To dreaming of knowing what others
Think, about an author's inspirational
Work
Of a
Published Book.

To those dreams I raise tribute,
To those authors I raise tribute,
For not only do I accept and
Cherish many an authors' work,
But do those dreams I share!
With inspiration of my own yet
Unfinished in this busy time
In which I wish to slow down,
To walk, at a slower pace, to enjoy
The natural beauty about me;-
To gather inspiration from the
Flowers and Trees and Sky!
For I wish to keep
The dream alive,
To continue to exlpore the
Many imaginable worlds within
The pages of my mind.
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I had something like this poem stuck in my mind
not wanting to leave. But when I began writing,
actually putting it down on paper-
it changed. It grew.
To The Authors!!
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Enjoy..:)

Straight No Chaser - 12 Days

2007-12-22T14:04:00.001-08:00

This is a really good video, it is the Indiana University's Men's A'capela group!!!

The Christmas Story is here!!! Finally and just in time.

2007-12-22T00:57:00.000-08:00

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

More New poems!!!! Enjoy!! Hopefully.... :P

2007-12-21T21:23:00.000-08:00

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?
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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
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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.
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That one was for all you dragon lovers, not saying that I'm
not one, I am too!!
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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.

Some New Poems...

2007-12-05T16:26:00.000-08:00

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.

Lets create a Christmas story

2007-11-29T16:09:00.000-08:00

Ok peoples time to gather ideas for a Christmas story. We can either write it all together or we could gather ideas and I could just write it down. So I would give credit to everyone, no matter what way we decide to do it. Because we all would've written it. So let me know which way you think is better and put down some ideas. I think that this is going to be fun. I already got one approval, one person and you know who you are, said that it would be fun. So come on lets do it!!

I AM AIMING FOR AT LEAST 100 COMMENTS ON IDEAS PEOPLE COME ON LETS MOVE IT I AM RECRUITING SO WRITE DOWM AN
IDEA SO FAR THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS GIVEN ME IDEAS IS:
*AUBERNE' ANCALIMON
*I_AM_BEE
*
*

P.S. I WILL PUT YOUR NAME UP THERE WHEN YOU'VE WRITTEN A COMMENT THAT IS A STORY IDEA. It would be nice to get the ideas in before Christmas people so come on move it!!!

I see you!!

2007-11-11T23:03:00.000-08:00

Hey
i can see you...
Sorry that it is sideways...
Don't know how that happened?!

Flowers are they not beatiful

2007-11-11T22:16:00.001-08:00

aren't Flowers beautiful? I think so....

The Tale Of The Chalky Gum From My Tattoo Gum Collecting Days

2007-11-11T21:45:00.000-08:00

Ok.
When I was in PNG.
My 6th grade year I made a couple of new mk friends -because they were not there the year before.
Any wayz so with the one friend I will call her G. just cause.
So we started to collect those temporary tattoos, and they just happened to be from gum.
On the center-an enclosed space with many houses, it had a fence around it- there was a small store to buy a few groceries and they did have candy yes, for all of you candy lovers who were wondering, so we bought our supply of tattoo gum there. Funny thing was the gum was awful and it had the texture of chalk, you had to chew it for a very long time before it tasted like it was even gum. So my friend and I opened the gum up and took the tattoos from it because we were collecting them and threw the chalky gum into a zip lock bag.
One day at school we had the gum, and no we weren't chewing it in class, a couple of the guys in our class asked if they could have it and we said " sure you can have it, take it all!"

Why am I telling you this story? Because my mom got some candy corn from some one and I say that it tastes weird and has a funny texture and my mom said that it tastes good , but has a weird texture, but then I said it tastes like the tattoo gum from PNG. You've got to chew it for a very long time before it tastes like gum, and its rather chalky!!
Hope that you get some enjoyment out of my little tale.
And if it gets you laughing just think of
Chalky gum, that you have to chew for a very long time before it tastes like it is really gum.

Laugh on it is the best medicine.

More Poetic Thoughts: and overload of poetry

2007-11-10T09:42:00.000-08:00

The Breeches of Summer

I am left alone in the breeches of
Summer, the falling leaves
and snow of
Autumn and Winter;
But when you walk by and see me there
I am no longer alone
But through the next Spring,
Summer, Autumn, and Winter
Even through years ahead I will
Have a friend through
Thick and Thin.

Written Feb. 4, 2007

Gloomy Day

The gloomy Monday
Is a realist
When in Winter's drizzle.
It makes me think of
a song...
It makes me think of a far away place...
It makes me wish
That it was a rainy
Day, on another day,
In another place
Far Far Away.

Written on some October Day, a Monday, of this year

123

123,
The winners are called...
Called up to the podium
3rd in the world of BRONZE
Is announced first
Then next in the rank is
SILVER 2nd,
And as the tension builds
There is a rush of silence and
Finally FIRST, and he middle
Stage are claimed by the
Champion with the GOLD.

I was inspired to write this poem(the one above) by the color of some gel pens that
I had received for my birthday this year. the 3rd and BRONZE were of the color suggested, the SILVER 2nd were of their color suggested, and the FIRST and GOLD were also of there color suggested.
Written Oct. 20, 2007

The Painting That I Dreamed About

The silver moon
Shines on the lake
That glimmers with
Blue Crystals.
As we watch from
The arching bridge
That catches the
Array and glimmer
Of all that surrounds it.
A white crane glides past
Us with the under side
Of its plumage shining
In a blue array of shimmer
And the top of the magical
Moment bird shines with a
Silver so unreal
It is as if, in this moment
We are in a dream.
Not just the dream
Of the moment, but one that
Will last till my memory loses itself
Completely.
Then and there the
Magical crane freezes
As my artwork of these two
Friends is made into a dream
Of worlds
Between realism and
Impressionistic.
The freezing lasts as I
Sign my name at the bottom
Of a dream.
I travel to this dream
Frequently.
I travel to it when I feel
Like being in between those
Two worlds of art.
The silver moon
And the water of
Blue impressionism shine
and glue themselves to the
Bridge, to the path of these
Two friends.

I wrote that poem at night while listening to Bebo Norman- a Christian artist.
Written Oct. 20, 2007

Green are the lily pads
In the start of spring
Surrounded by all the other
Bright and cheerful colors that
Signify the start of new life.
Purple & dark & new are the orchids.
Pink with pastels all around in
The garden.
Red in its lightness abound in a
Boutique of roses.
Silver in tint are many a thing
But mainly the clouds up in the
Sky.
Blue is every where,
Abounding in the water
And in the massive expanse above us
Not just there, but always in the flowers that grow in the garden and
Wild out in the field.

Written Oct. 21, 2007

Too many ideas, but you must develop them.
Don't worry I have two more poems or for others
sorry but I still have more.

The Past

As I look into the past
Into the history of our free nation....
I wonder
What if
The year 1771 hadn't occurred
What if
Those horrors hadn't happened
What if
Blood hadn't been shed
What if
There hadn't been Loyalist's and
Rebel's, but instead just people
With no decided titles
That would decide their fate.
What if
God had let peace reign on
This globe....
And war no longer existed,
But that it had never
Happened.
Peace like this will come
One day, but now with
Us as imperfect sinful
Human-beings it will never
Come to pass.
Omly in the end
When the one reigning
Is God supreme
Instead of our cruel,
Imperfect, sinful hearts.
One day when
The Past is no longer a
War torn country,
But a perfect place where peace
in God's kingdom reigns supreme.

Written some Wed. , I believe, in Oct. on the way home from Costco and Ikea

Half A Perfect Sphere

Half a perfect sphere exists,
It is like the top of a clear globe
In the day its blue shines through
The puffy whites that gather under it,
That is its attitude considered happy
For a brightness golden yellow inhabits
There far away from us.
But in its angry horrid mood
The puffy whites change quite a bit
Into gray puffy sadness filled with
A gift to us below.
And as it falls it quenches the thirsty
Dry ground,
And darkens the sod below...
There is one more time that it changes
And that is when the golden yellow sets
Between the landscapes beyond,
The blue changing to darkness
And up coming the silver bright
And multicolored diamonds one and all.

Written Oct. 28, 2007

Can you tell what the last pome is about?

I enjoy writing poems they are so much fun...
I hope you enjoy writing them and reading them.
As much as I do.

It has arrived: Random Thoughts From A Randomly Developed Mind!! First Episode...

2007-11-09T23:03:00.000-08:00

PREPARE TO LAUGH

2007-11-04T19:43:00.000-08:00

Here it is the news:
a secret project is under way and will arrive soon!!!!
Wait for it become addicted, watch for it!!!
It is coming soon.
It is a comic strip of Random proportions:
It is called

Random Thoughts From A Randomly Developed Mind

So really be prepared to laugh.
Get ready the cheesiness is coming soon.

The Random Thought Team From Random Comics Inc.,
#1 and #2

Random Question

2007-10-28T19:59:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone I haven't written anything in awhile I do have some more poetry,but I think that I will put that later.
Any wayz today I had fun with a friend Raven to be exact.
I haven't done this in awhile.
Ok now time for randomness, how about
what do you think about Giraffes?
And honestly answer that question
ok one more random question
what do you tink about the color pink?

also one more thing come up with your own
random questions to ask. Any one and everyone who leaves on a comment on this post will have to answer.
Ok ready set go...

My Dragon

2007-10-14T21:39:00.001-07:00

A SILVER Dragon Lies Beneath!

My inner dragon is to dragons what the Ranger is to humans. I possess considerable intelligence and self-confidence. I live by my own code of ethics and I stick to it at all times. Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself.

Winter's Poetry

2007-09-29T09:33:00.000-07:00

'The Winter's Frost'

The Winter's Frost
Was paid at quiet a cost
For I, amidst the woods white tipped leaves of green, was lost.

'The Traveler'

Among the winter's frost there stood,
A traveler at the crossroads.

Had he traveled far? Yes!
Had he become lost? Yes!

The frost had driven all beast and human,
All creature fair and unso.

No one stood there at the crossroads,
But the one man,
The traveler far away from home-
Tangled among the creeks and snow;
Standing there deciphering the code
Within the winter's chill.

He came upon a clue of civilization,
And so he took the path that
Diverged left.
After some time the smell of Christmas
came upon him,
And he knew right where he was!

He was in his home village,
He was not a stranger,
He was Johnny Birkins back home from war
To see his true love,
The one that he had married
Before the war broke the calm of peace;

He was not lost,
Even though it had seemed so-
He was back home in time
For Christmas' cheer and love.

Johnny Birkins had
Made it home.

Hope that you like my poems, I hope to write a bunch more but not just for winter but for every season and then I will make a book out of them. :)

The Flag at the bottom of my blog and my story as best as I know it...

2007-09-22T17:10:00.000-07:00

Ok if you have seen the picture of the flag at the bottom of my blog.
Then you might wonder why do I have a picture of a a foreign country's flag on my blog,
well heres the reason.
This does have to do with me by the way.
I haven't really grown up here in America, I wasn't even born here.
It starts before I was born though. Because and some of you know this, my parents are missionaries, so I am an mk.
That means Missionary Kid for those that aren't familiar with the term or who just don't know what it means any way.
The first place that my parents were stationed with the mission NTM was in Africa, and yes this was before I was born, all was well I guess from stories I have heard been told by my parents until one day.
This will be a useful bit of info: My dad was a pilot, he flew. So one day my dad was flying, at this point in time there was trouble with rebels in Africa and I think that they were stationed in Liberia, and he started running out of fuel so of course eventually he had to land. You would probably like to know this bit of info: he was flying other people I can not remember who they were ( of course I would not know personally but from the stories that have been told). Well he landed, but then rebels came and ordered them to get out of the plane, my dad had been captured by rebels. At this time my brother, Daniel, and my sister, Sarah, where just little kids. My mom at some point in this time, after dad had been captured- sorry if I seem confused or something but remember my knowledge of this series of events is based on what I can remember from stories told- was told, well actually more like ordered to leave and she could only pack I think like 2 suit cases so all of the other stuff was left behind.
*Speed up in time* My dad was ok the rebels let him go he wasn't even ever harmed..
*speed up even farther in time*
My mom is pregnant with me and my parents are in Papua New Guinea in the Sepiks, when it is time they travel to Australia, and I am born on October 8th, 1992 at Cairns Base Hospital.
My first passport pic. was taken when I was 24 hours old at two weeks my passport came to us in the mail, wherever we were staying in Cairns, Australia. Then we leave Australia and go back to PNG we are in Wewak, PNG. Then after that we go to Hoskins, PNG, and yet even after that we go to Goroka , PNG. Before Goroka maybe even sometime in between Wewak and Hoskins we came to the states and I had my first bday. After being in America for awhile maybe a year or two we went to Goroka and I did Preschool- at home,; then in Kindergarten I went to the school on our center which at that point was now as Nimonoi, but it is now know as Lapilo, but I did not go to school for all of Kindergarten not even for a whole semester because I Kept getting sick. The I was home schooled for 1st grade. then we came back to America , and were here for my 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade years which is probably the longest I have ever been in America although I think that this time around it will end up being longer than that. i went to our church's little Christian School for second grade and then I was home schooled for 3rd and 4th. After that we went back to PNG and my Brother did his junior and senior years of high school there at our center's school which was Kindergarten- 12th grade. Which for me would have been 5th and 6th grade that was fun and I made some new friends in sixth grade. Then we came back here and have been here since June 2005, my parents anniversary was in June and it was the longest day to because we were on the the plane we crossed through several time zones.
That is my story with pretty much no help except for the June 2005 part. But anyway I do not know when or if we will go back to PNG? Although I hope that we do go back. I miss PNG, so much. It seems more so a home than here in America does, although America is seeming to become a little bit more like home.

Why? My mind Goes Blank.....

2007-09-21T16:26:00.000-07:00

Why?

Right now my mind goes blank,
my mind is at loss for words that should be so plenty.
Perhaps the reason is for my shortness of breath,
perhaps for the reason I no not why,
My mind revolves around the words that wrapped my attention so sure and true.
Can you picture my troubled mind as I can not write a poem,
Some may say so others may say no.
Mind my is wrapped around the story that so engaged my eyes in the movement of noise.
I sat their like a stone, quietly and serene my face so entranced that I had no other
way.
I do not know how to explain what I feel,
Short breath, hard to breath, breathing feels heavy.
I know in reality why, but here on this page of words I do not know why it creates
problem in my writing on something else.
It hurts, and my mind floating as if there, but not truly.
I feel as if I am wavering in this seat, but I am truly??

Some thoughts of Old

2007-09-18T19:55:00.000-07:00

this was from: 11-07-06
first thought:
I am holding on to my memories of the past, and the present, hoping that I make new ones in the future.

2nd thought:
this thought has been omitted

3rd thought , the best of all:

The world is a mysterious place; the people that live on this planet, must some how wonder how it came to be. Some do say they know, but even their explanation does not even compare with the real story, it is not the truth. I say that you should turn to God
and think hmm.... It's even more a mystery when you know how it really came to be just a few words and this planet was created in seven days every bit of nature that we see was made. And there also the first two human beings were created. So don't tell me that a bunch of dust created this planet and that in millions of billions of years monkeys were here and that they turned into humans. If that was so the wouldn't I be changing into some other animal right now. Look into the sky can you explain the origin of the stars and planets, No..., but I can with one word, God.

4th and last thought:

To be inspired in some writing form is like letting yourself free; letting the inner part of you out: your thoughts, your feelings, your emotions, everything that makes you you.

That is all I have never shown really any one that only like one person, or may be a couple more, but ya I will have another post later but I am going to take my dog on a walk with my mom and sis. so bye,
Bekah

The Book Of Worlds

2007-09-16T20:19:00.000-07:00

There is a book in which you can look
That has all the worlds that could, can, or ever exist.
You may say,well where is this book?
The thing is that you have that book each and every one of you have
That book in which you can look
That has all the worlds that could, can, or ever exist.
Where well can I find this book then?
That is what you will most likely ask next.
Well since you have never ending questions I will just tell you this,
Look in the books you are reading now there is a world before your
Very eyes just waiting for you to discover it,
There is even one in your own backyard.
Where are these worlds is what your never ending questioning brain will
Ask?
Well they are definitely not in your brain,
Since that never seems to stop asking questions.
They are in your Imagination,
Imagination is the key to your worlds of many and unseen.
What do these worlds look like,
Well if you must know I can not give you the answers,
You must find the answers to those questions yourself,
Travel to your World of Worlds,
Travel to your Imagination,
That is the only place that you can create solace, that you can create peace,
That you can find those worlds.
This created peace is not a real comforting solace it is what you have
Imagined, what you dreamed up to be in your imagined world.
The true peace and solace you must know comes from God,
The Protector, Lover, And Creator of us and our real world.
You know this yourself even without me telling you,
But since this is a way to remind,
I have done it in reason, I have done it in thought.
There is no other explanation.
I must let you travel to your world now so I will leave you with this one
Last thought,
Why wait, go now, write it, draw it, do whatever you can to make it come
Alive.
You must do this I plead you.
Or else you will loose your world and never be able to travel back to it
Again.
Please, Imagination is the key to the worlds,
Travel to them so that they remain there and grow.
Do not let them die and diminish.
If you do not tend to them and garden them then they will not remain,
But in fact they will
Die and diminish.
Garden your Imagination,
Help it grow!

Question????????!!!??????!!!???????????!!!!!

2007-09-14T23:35:00.000-07:00

What do you think of my Beginnings of a Tale , story that will more or less end up being a book. I have part 2 and 3 up right now, but if you never got a chance to read part one, let me know and I will repost it so that you can read it and parts 2 and 3.
I would like you to read all 3 parts then come back and tell me honestly what you think about it as a comment to this post.
Is that to much to ask.?
Ok, good I was just double checking....
Anyway I was thinking that maybe if and when I finish it I might self-publish it. And then all you who like it could have a copy, the thing is if I do do it that way I will just finish writing it secretly so you all can't read all of it then you wouldn't want a book of it cause you would have read it all, I was just wondering if you could do that for me. And thank you for you fantabuliss excitement to answer my 100 marked comment for a previous post and in fact you went several over. Thanks soo much even though I know that Kylie pushed you. I just thought that I would let her know that I would like others to comment cause it is kinda depressing when you only get comments from three ppl. yourself, Kylie (or 1 other friend), and 1 family member. Not of course that you do not liek them or want them to comment , but it does get you feeling down when nobody else comes and comments. any way just let me know AND I MEAN IT THIS TIME YOU HERE, COMMENT ALL OF YOU !!!! DO IT NOW DON'T DELAY DON'T PUT IT OFF FOR ANOTHER DAY... THAT IS PART OF A SONG YOU KNOW, what am I kidding of course you probably all know that song it is one that parents love to sing repetedly when you procrastinate about something that they asked you do do.
Well I gotta go now so bye all,
Bekah

I have drewn one like that before

2007-09-09T09:37:00.000-07:00

ok so here is my short narrative about the clouds that looked like ones that I had drewn before:

{setting driving in the car down lower sac, coming from Lodi going to home}

We are driving, well actually we are not driving my mom is if I were driving it would have been a disaster, cause I do not really know how, plus we were in a manual car (or also know as stick). I am sitting next to her in the front passenger's seat {also know as shot gun}.

As my mom and I are driving along down lower sac on our way home the sun is setting and there are beautiful clouds in the sky.
Look mom , I say, I have drewn clouds like that before. In my sun set pics.
And then she made never ending fun of me and started doing a southern persons voice and saying I have drewn ones like that before.
It was pretty funny.
Bye gotta go it is time for church.......

Depressing Days

2007-09-09T09:16:00.000-07:00

Like most everybody I look forward to the weekend. But the weekends for me aren't exactly exciting.
Alright here I will pose a question for all you who will COMMENT ON MY BLOG: How many of you feel depressed after reading a really good book, or even listening to it for that matter? The reason for this depression is because you wish that that story could be real, but knowing full well that it will never be true because it is just not( unless of course your good book is history related, because in that case it was real , but it is not happening today). Anyway I was just wondering how many of you feel that way after reading a good book- that is not history related, in other terms this means fantasy-?.!

So Here I pose another question: How many of you who WILL COMMENT ON MY BLOG know which days are my depressing days?
And for your info I do not mean depressing as in I am a depressed person who sits and does nothing, I mean a day or two that just seem kinda depressing cause there isn't much to do and you just finished a really good book. Type of depressing days.

Any way my goal for comments is: 100 or more.
But if you just say something like that was a really dumb post I will take that as a comment, cause you are people and are in-titled to your own opinion.

One more thing. What do you think of this blog (and yes I know that it is not as awesome as Kylie's...... i was just wondering. No problems here)?

I think my mind is in a trance and just wants to keep thinking and writing so that it can not be bored or boring.

WELL BYE PEOPLE <
Bekah

The Beginnings of a Tale

2007-08-29T15:51:00.000-07:00

The priests in the Schoonel clan of Monkeys though, told of danger that would come about on that day which was coolie day (know to the humans as Wednesday)so each of our alliances posted guards and scouts in every inch of the forest while we posted guards in the sky. Sure enough on that very night at the hour of sleeping-which according to the humans is 10:00 P.M-the danger came in the form of humans which we had only ever heard of in stories and old tales told by the elders. Were we ever so shocked as to believe that this was our danger, the foolish humans did not know our beloved forest well and so the scouts of our friends were able to escape harm and reach the elders and tell them the news. All those that were not in the armed forces traversed to the fortress of Ablemek, which is hidden deep in the mountains of blacredon and can never be found by those who do not know where it already is.
Once the humans reached a meadow clearing many of our ally forces had hidden there in the places hidden to all except the kind that have the knowledge to know where they are. Their forces where heavy, and looked to be strong, but to there unknowings our army was about to attack. BOOM!!! Went the sky as it shook with its wonder and horror at knowing that great bloodshed was going to take place on that day. As it realized its full part it began to shower with such great strength as none of them had ever seen- when I say them I mean the dim witted humans- and their vision was blocked. Now was our chance to attack and force them off of our once peaceful terrain. The ground forces took their chance and attacked with such great force that half of the humans army fell without the others even knowing it. Then they retreated back into the bushes as the rain stopped and the sun came strangely out it had only been an hour and was now the time of Hoodgivin- or also know as 11:00 P.M. It was what had also been predicted for this day a Total Solar Eclipse, that was why there was sun. Usually there would have been feasting and Jouhohundear( it is a liquid that is far superior to any alcohol ever created, and it gives the most wonderful sensations). Then we all would have seen it but now in this time when danger had been predicted the celebrations and feasting had been completely forgotten.....

Nothing Much

2007-08-21T16:02:00.000-07:00

I am happy not at all about school of course, although it has come and now this week is my first week of school.
I do not really have anything interesting to say, but I hope that you all enjoy my blog and um ya... That is it...

The Beginnings of a Tale

2007-08-16T22:02:00.000-07:00

In my case and in my many years of living I have never met such a person in this land that I can now no longer leave.It is sad to be isolated from those that should know that we exist. My instinct is telling me that I am heading down the unknown and forever looming Rabbit Trail, which of course is not the way that I want to go.
Kleniv, the founder of this group of us- us, what I mean is we that are still left from that great war- we have named our group US. A bland, but true name for we are the only survivors, there are only 5 of us left from that dreadful day. You may wonder why I tell you this, but it is of the strictest confidence that I even let you know for Kleniv's name remains secret all but to the 5 of US. No one even knows that he is alive for if the humans found out there would surely be another battle that would result in Kleniv's death and in the death of the rest of US.
All right now that my mind is cleared from that distraction I must tell you of the gory war of long ago. Although, the others gathered here have been waiting for a long while too I will speak aloud so that they may here the tale that they have been so patiently waiting to hear. hmm!hmm!....Alright now I will begin." You have been waiting a long time and patiently too my young ones, I will begin the tale that you have been waiting to hear. It all began on a day much like this one except that it was the time of slumber, and all was silent. Now our alliances with other species such as yourselves did not usually post guards at night or during the day for we are peaceful creatures and had never before that very day had need to fight. Yes, you are right though we did train in the skills of battle, but we had never need to use those skills. The priests in the schoonel clan of Monkeys though, told of danger that would come about on that day which was coolie day (know to the humans as Wednesday)so each of our alliances posted guards and scouts in every inch of the forest while we posted guards in the sky......

Pictures of Camping On The Oregon Coast

2007-08-03T17:30:00.001-07:00

Ok Now Here Are Some Pictures Of The Camping Trip. You Will Even Get To See What A Yurt Looks Like.
The First Pic is of my mom and the Yurt is behind her. Sorry my mom constantly seems to be closing her eyes in pics it is her trade mark. She has even admitted to it.
The Second Pic is of my brother at the beach
The Third Pic. is of my cousin Isaac(or as I usually call him Ike) and me . He is buried in the sand. And by the way I was wet.
That water is freezing cold, but it is so much fun to go into.
The Fourth Pic. is of my two year old cousin Lily and me standing on a soft wood log (it was pretty high off the ground to)
And Lastly the 6th Pic is a Pic.-that I took, thank you thank you very much-of Lily. My Uncle Huba- Lily and Ike's dad- is the one with his back to the photo. And the last person that you see is my dad and yes, if this was your question he is eating.

Camping on the Oregon coast

2007-08-02T21:29:00.000-07:00

Camping on the Oregon coast is very ideal and obviously the best thing on earth do to during the summer besides reading, and going on the computer. It was a halfway mark for us Leidenfrost's in CA and the cool Leidenfrost's from Moscow, Idaho.
And ya it was not a long drive at all, I mean come on 8 and a half hours is not long at all not long at all. Especially when you have people behind you in the van chucking nalgenes at you, having nasty gas, and being annoying.
Oh and for those of you who don't have a clue what nalgenes are they are large, very thick plastic bottles, and they are reusable.
Believe me it hurts. Whoa what died?? Oh it was just somebody's gas..... Or was it. Any way that was the trip up.
the first two nights we stayed in a yurt (for those for have no logic as to what that is it is a round thing that is kind of like a cabin, but it is made out of some wood but mostly this really heavy type canvas stuff. After those two nights we camped the last three nights. For those of you who think that camping is in cars or camper vans you are wrong that is not camping that is Living in a camper van down by the river. Pretty much that is cheat sheet canmping, no the camping we did was in tents. And believe me it is way more fun in a tent.

2007-07-22T07:50:00.001-07:00

Ok this is drum roll please...............
a drawing that dark ravyn did and then left at my house.
I really do like it you know.
sorry that you can not really see it let me see if I put another one of it if you can see it better.

The Beginnings Of A Tale

2007-07-19T21:23:00.000-07:00

The beginnings of a tale always lead us into the unknown. What is there? We shall only find out if we start the journey. The thoughts flood out as the pen moves. They come with sitting. More shall come with the words. This is exactly how my journey into the past began.
As I sat there with the animals gathered around me in a wave of little furry faces, I began to tell my tale. They're eyes watched in awe as the past unfolding before them was borne yet again. For we all know that the past happens only once, and that it can not be chosen like the path that we walk down. For at the time you choose that path you do not know what lies ahead for you along that path for it is the future. But the second later that you choose to go down that path that choice becomes part of the past.
Now back to the tale; shall we?
As I closed my eyes and imagined all of it just as if it had happened nearly a minute ago. For it is not just a legend I was there.
Long ago it seems that I was here, but this has never happened. In the time of reflection it feels as if it was at the very beginnings of this place, now known as Ducnan. Before though when the very first humans came here it was known as Bloodikrivin or Blood River. There were many a blood trickle in this place and since then has forgotten its true start for all that were here since the beginning before they came and took charge are now few. The Sky, though remembers that time of great blood shed and of many an Elfin and Dragon that were slain. So, though it is weary for it to played a part in the battle once every year it sheds its remembrance with red storms.
They all shuddered in remembering the previous year where some of they're family members had been caught in that dreadful, horrifying storm and had relayed their story of being trapped and the faint images that they could remember of what they saw.
The humans they choose, though to be ignorant of the signs and have christened that particular day of the year storm day. I mean how bland and ignorant can they be. Stupid humans, it seems that not even one of them can see past that it is not just a storm, for I know that if they chose to look past just the word storm that they could see. They even just push the bloody memories of battle behind them, and tell none of it to their offspring ( at least those who are left, who were there). Whereas we can not forget or push back the memories they flood to us in abudance. While we are sleeping their visions torment us. The one that torments me most is the vision of seeing my comrad fall from flight in pain. The humans to me ever since that day have been labeled evil for they did not shoot him with a weapon they used dark magic that day to gain control of this abundant land. If I ever meet one such human that is not caught up in deep evil and who actually knows about what happened that day of great blood shed (that is how we always refer to it for its true name is stooped in evil and we would fall lame if anyone in our presence uttered this name) may just be able to convince that they are not all bad.
In my case and in my many years of living I have never met such a person in this land that I can now no longer leave.......

Imagination

2007-07-15T21:15:00.000-07:00

Imagination is the key to your thoughts
It lets you travel to worlds unknown
That are right inside your head.
No ones knows them but your imagination
Is the key to discover them,
Through the world of the faeries
And into the world of the knights.
Who will know them if you keep them locked away?
You must write them down and share them,
for if you don't how will you know if they are
Liked,
Or how will you know if they are the exciting, thrilling adventure that
You thought them out to be.
So sit down and write them down for sharing
With those that you wish to convey the thoughts, with which you
Explored into worlds unknown.
The garden in your back yard may become a mysterious jungle.
You never know what may lie in your imagination
Unless you decide to explore?

Hello!!

2007-07-13T13:05:00.001-07:00

This is me.

My Mind

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Question????????!!!??????!!!???????????!!!!!

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