This is a really good video, it is the Indiana University's Men's A'capela group!!!
50,000 Shoes
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Christmas Story is here!!! Finally and just in time.
Merry Christmas Jack and Family
Merry Christmas to all!!! The bells rang out. It was a week before Christmas and all was busy and, well stressful. But in Candy Land, there was a particularly perturbed Candy Cane named Jack who just didn't know what gift to give his family, but he knew that it had to be perfect! So he decided to make the long trip up to the North Pole, but .... All of the sudden Zeveray, the deer, jumped him and said “Hey, Jack all of us, in the Tea Party And Book Club Association are heading up to the C.B.H.- Christmas Bazzare Hall- to make craft kits and tons of other stuff for the Christmas Bazzare. Want to come along?”
“Sure” said Jack. Thinking that he might find, or even make that Christmas gift that he was searching for. So they headed up the hill to the hall together while the showy field below seemed to blend the scenic beauty together, except for the occasional bit of shrubbery that dotted the hillside where jingling bells from a sleigh could be heard from Mr. and Mrs. McDonalds farm.
Then they arrive at the hall. All is merry, that is plainly heard even from the outside of the building. And this was no ordinary building, it wasn't called a hall just because that was a cool name, oh no, this beauty took over 5 years to complete, because it was made out of candy, snow, and here's the best part the fluffiest clouds that could ever be found.
“Well hello”, said Scarfy, he was a green and red flower sprouting from muzzle-idef the tree.
“Would you like so random tea cakes and tea?”
“ummm... sure”, both Jack and Zeveray said at the same time.
eeeeeerrrrerereerer..... -that was the loud speaker it had been having some problems lately- “Hello everyone welcome to the annual Tea Party And Book Association C.B. preparation day please take a seat.” announced Ms. Pepper Jerky.
So that is exactly what everyone did. There was fun, laughing, and jokes at every table once the creating began. Jack still felt that he wouldn't find the perfect gift here, so he got up, and walked towards the door so that he could go outside to get some fresh winter air. As he was leaving Mrs. Ketterly, the kinderly elderly tea pot handed him a scarf with a gleam in her eye saying “you'll need this deary if you are going out there.”
“Thanks”, replied Jack and he pushed open the door. The walk felt good although he wasn't exactly sure how long he had been out when he noticed that he was coming up to the north pole, what had made him walk or rather hop, in that direction?
Well he hopped his way to the pole, and then he pressed the secret button without knowing it.
Whoosh.!! He was instantly transported to Santa's visitor's waiting room, to have hardly sat down when he was ushered through another doorway to see the big man himself.
“Why, what brings you here my friend?”, asked Santa.
“Well...” started Jack. “I don't know what to get my family for Christmas, but was hoping that you could help?”
“hmm...” Santa thought out loud, “I believe that the best Christmas gift that you can give your family is TIME.”
Time thought Jack, what does this guy mean?
“I mean”, said Santa startling Jack out of his thinking stooper, “that the best gift that you can give them is time, literally, to spend time with them.”
“oh, ok now I get it”, said Jack. “Thank you.” He said.
“Your welcome, anytime.” Said Santa.
And Jack was then sent back up to the pole where he met a polar bear named Will who asked if he could be of any assistance in bringing Jack back home.
They raced back to Candy Land, and it had indeed been a while since Jack left it was only 3 days till Christmas! Jack hopped his way home and introduced his family to Will , and Will to his family, and then they all had a glass of milk!
The End
Merry Christmas to all!!! The bells rang out. It was a week before Christmas and all was busy and, well stressful. But in Candy Land, there was a particularly perturbed Candy Cane named Jack who just didn't know what gift to give his family, but he knew that it had to be perfect! So he decided to make the long trip up to the North Pole, but .... All of the sudden Zeveray, the deer, jumped him and said “Hey, Jack all of us, in the Tea Party And Book Club Association are heading up to the C.B.H.- Christmas Bazzare Hall- to make craft kits and tons of other stuff for the Christmas Bazzare. Want to come along?”
“Sure” said Jack. Thinking that he might find, or even make that Christmas gift that he was searching for. So they headed up the hill to the hall together while the showy field below seemed to blend the scenic beauty together, except for the occasional bit of shrubbery that dotted the hillside where jingling bells from a sleigh could be heard from Mr. and Mrs. McDonalds farm.
Then they arrive at the hall. All is merry, that is plainly heard even from the outside of the building. And this was no ordinary building, it wasn't called a hall just because that was a cool name, oh no, this beauty took over 5 years to complete, because it was made out of candy, snow, and here's the best part the fluffiest clouds that could ever be found.
“Well hello”, said Scarfy, he was a green and red flower sprouting from muzzle-idef the tree.
“Would you like so random tea cakes and tea?”
“ummm... sure”, both Jack and Zeveray said at the same time.
eeeeeerrrrerereerer..... -that was the loud speaker it had been having some problems lately- “Hello everyone welcome to the annual Tea Party And Book Association C.B. preparation day please take a seat.” announced Ms. Pepper Jerky.
So that is exactly what everyone did. There was fun, laughing, and jokes at every table once the creating began. Jack still felt that he wouldn't find the perfect gift here, so he got up, and walked towards the door so that he could go outside to get some fresh winter air. As he was leaving Mrs. Ketterly, the kinderly elderly tea pot handed him a scarf with a gleam in her eye saying “you'll need this deary if you are going out there.”
“Thanks”, replied Jack and he pushed open the door. The walk felt good although he wasn't exactly sure how long he had been out when he noticed that he was coming up to the north pole, what had made him walk or rather hop, in that direction?
Well he hopped his way to the pole, and then he pressed the secret button without knowing it.
Whoosh.!! He was instantly transported to Santa's visitor's waiting room, to have hardly sat down when he was ushered through another doorway to see the big man himself.
“Why, what brings you here my friend?”, asked Santa.
“Well...” started Jack. “I don't know what to get my family for Christmas, but was hoping that you could help?”
“hmm...” Santa thought out loud, “I believe that the best Christmas gift that you can give your family is TIME.”
Time thought Jack, what does this guy mean?
“I mean”, said Santa startling Jack out of his thinking stooper, “that the best gift that you can give them is time, literally, to spend time with them.”
“oh, ok now I get it”, said Jack. “Thank you.” He said.
“Your welcome, anytime.” Said Santa.
And Jack was then sent back up to the pole where he met a polar bear named Will who asked if he could be of any assistance in bringing Jack back home.
They raced back to Candy Land, and it had indeed been a while since Jack left it was only 3 days till Christmas! Jack hopped his way home and introduced his family to Will , and Will to his family, and then they all had a glass of milk!
The End
Friday, December 21, 2007
More New poems!!!! Enjoy!! Hopefully.... :P
Written 12-05-07
Just a Dream
The fields and hills of pure white
Snow lay untouched in a scene so brilliant
That it was as if God had a paintbrush and
Done it right then and there.
A beautiful masterpiece did lay there in front
Of you
Framed in your view, you stand there as
Still as a statue unblinking, afraid that if you
Blink even once that beauty that surrounds you
Will vanish and you will merely be inside your
House sitting by the warm and cozy fire.
You pinch yourself to check that
This is not a dream.
Your Eskimo outer wear
Is keeping you warm, while the clear air
Of this secret place fills your lungs, and
Reminds you of the life that God made.
In your eye you see children sliding down
The slopes that were never touched by
Humans,
Until now.
Your eyes close and you fall back and
Land on the surprisingly soft snow.
All of the sudden you wake up to find
Yourself at home...
All warm and cozy underneath the massive
Amount of thick, soft blankets and quilts
That you've buried yourself under.
Was it all just a dream?
____________________________________________________
Written 12-09 finished 12-16
Pterodactyl
It soars through the air on mighty wings
Upraised.
In times that we never knew.
In the olden times of the beginning.
Its screech is heard from miles around
In the caverns and
Magnificent Canyons.
Up above in the sky.
Right above where we walk.
Its eyes are beady with fierceness
And stare from under
A wrinkled patch of skin
That suits them to perfection.
They roam the skies in search of something
Missing,
The fierce Pterodactyl
__________________________________________________
Written 12-16
Mighty Eyes Stare Into The Midnight Sky
Up above in the night sky
Mingled with the bright and twinkling,
Where its scales and veins,
Even its features of mightiness
Are shown,
No expressed
As its beauty is reflected back into the
Village below
While it is perched on the cliff's edge
Staring with eyes wide and glowing,
Turquoise blue into the sky.
When suddenly wings of might outstretched
It takes to the midnight sky.
It circles to show its power and I feel
The wind rushing past my face, taking my
Hair back, my breath away, but not the
Warmth.
For from within this creature
Is a fire burning that keeps those
Around, in a blanket of warmth when cold
Tries to attack.
It lands back on its perch,
As I get off and stand next to
It I look into one of its scales,
And catch my reflection next to this
Mighty Dragon staring into the sky.
_________________________________________________
That one was for all you dragon lovers, not saying that I'm
not one, I am too!!
______________________________________________________________
Written 12-12 to 12-13-07
The Artist's Eye
The master artist
Puts detail to the eye
Of mightiness
Upon the paper of the sky.
There is the eye with master
Craftiness
That was sketched and thought and
Mulled upon.
To finish with great detail.
With its sword it catches
The branches and clouds that it falls
Through,
As it sharpens its edge
It cuts the edge of the clouds
And shakes the rain, snow, sleet, and hail out from within their fluffy covering.
It encourages the leaves to fall in
Autumn,
And sends the whispers of spring among the
Fields and Willow trees;
When the heat starts the warning of summer
It stands there unblinking while all the little people
Run into the cool of shadows and buildings to be
Wrapped amongst a chilly blanket.
And when the cold of winter comes and crouches
At your door
The ever present eye is there to warn you
To bundle up warmly in your jackets, hats,
Scarves, and mittens to keep the cold winds
Away from your skin.
The ice may still form upon your window
And the snow will still fall.
Slowly, drifting, wafting through the
Air till it reaches the ground and settles in
Its new home.
God creates the artist's eye and the
Mind with which makes the pictures
That cause the artistry to be.
That eye that came from a thought or
Started with something seen;
God created the first one out of dust
And not from ink or pencil.
Just a Dream
The fields and hills of pure white
Snow lay untouched in a scene so brilliant
That it was as if God had a paintbrush and
Done it right then and there.
A beautiful masterpiece did lay there in front
Of you
Framed in your view, you stand there as
Still as a statue unblinking, afraid that if you
Blink even once that beauty that surrounds you
Will vanish and you will merely be inside your
House sitting by the warm and cozy fire.
You pinch yourself to check that
This is not a dream.
Your Eskimo outer wear
Is keeping you warm, while the clear air
Of this secret place fills your lungs, and
Reminds you of the life that God made.
In your eye you see children sliding down
The slopes that were never touched by
Humans,
Until now.
Your eyes close and you fall back and
Land on the surprisingly soft snow.
All of the sudden you wake up to find
Yourself at home...
All warm and cozy underneath the massive
Amount of thick, soft blankets and quilts
That you've buried yourself under.
Was it all just a dream?
____________________________________________________
Written 12-09 finished 12-16
Pterodactyl
It soars through the air on mighty wings
Upraised.
In times that we never knew.
In the olden times of the beginning.
Its screech is heard from miles around
In the caverns and
Magnificent Canyons.
Up above in the sky.
Right above where we walk.
Its eyes are beady with fierceness
And stare from under
A wrinkled patch of skin
That suits them to perfection.
They roam the skies in search of something
Missing,
The fierce Pterodactyl
__________________________________________________
Written 12-16
Mighty Eyes Stare Into The Midnight Sky
Up above in the night sky
Mingled with the bright and twinkling,
Where its scales and veins,
Even its features of mightiness
Are shown,
No expressed
As its beauty is reflected back into the
Village below
While it is perched on the cliff's edge
Staring with eyes wide and glowing,
Turquoise blue into the sky.
When suddenly wings of might outstretched
It takes to the midnight sky.
It circles to show its power and I feel
The wind rushing past my face, taking my
Hair back, my breath away, but not the
Warmth.
For from within this creature
Is a fire burning that keeps those
Around, in a blanket of warmth when cold
Tries to attack.
It lands back on its perch,
As I get off and stand next to
It I look into one of its scales,
And catch my reflection next to this
Mighty Dragon staring into the sky.
_________________________________________________
That one was for all you dragon lovers, not saying that I'm
not one, I am too!!
______________________________________________________________
Written 12-12 to 12-13-07
The Artist's Eye
The master artist
Puts detail to the eye
Of mightiness
Upon the paper of the sky.
There is the eye with master
Craftiness
That was sketched and thought and
Mulled upon.
To finish with great detail.
With its sword it catches
The branches and clouds that it falls
Through,
As it sharpens its edge
It cuts the edge of the clouds
And shakes the rain, snow, sleet, and hail out from within their fluffy covering.
It encourages the leaves to fall in
Autumn,
And sends the whispers of spring among the
Fields and Willow trees;
When the heat starts the warning of summer
It stands there unblinking while all the little people
Run into the cool of shadows and buildings to be
Wrapped amongst a chilly blanket.
And when the cold of winter comes and crouches
At your door
The ever present eye is there to warn you
To bundle up warmly in your jackets, hats,
Scarves, and mittens to keep the cold winds
Away from your skin.
The ice may still form upon your window
And the snow will still fall.
Slowly, drifting, wafting through the
Air till it reaches the ground and settles in
Its new home.
God creates the artist's eye and the
Mind with which makes the pictures
That cause the artistry to be.
That eye that came from a thought or
Started with something seen;
God created the first one out of dust
And not from ink or pencil.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Some New Poems...
here's the first one:
The November Winds,
The Great Cat, &
The Enchantment
The blustery cold of the
November winds waits in silence
Like a great cat crouching
About to jump upon its
Prey.
It waits thus like a great cat
While the band strikes
Upon the first note of
Music enchanted by spells
Of long ago.
And as that first note is
Played...
That is when the GREAT CAT
Chooses the prey and pounces
Upon its prey of living souls.
With its pounce the Great Cat
Gains speed and before it knows
It is running in a whirlwind
Of hopes in dreams that
Reverberate off of the musicians as they
Unbound the enchantment of the music.
And as the Great Cat continues its speed up
Chase to find the lost prey
The enchanted music keeps its time
By chasing its own prey
But the Great Cat
Dissipates to become that
Cold November wind that we all
Bravely face.
The musicians speed up until
POOF!! All disappear with the
End of the GREAT CAT.
the spells weaved into the
Music are set free allowing
All to know their beauty!
that one was written on Nov. 28 on my way to band. yes, I play flute.
Ok there is only one more, but it is long, kinda:
Dreams!
Among the Stars
Among the stars,
When we look up into its vastness
Does it make you want to fly?
To be among its clouds, moons, and stars.
So many dreams...
So little time
God created the time and space
That we can dream about
These things...
That we can even dream at all!
Dreams of flying, dreams of stars,
Dreams of being whatever you wish.
So many dreams....
Dreams of becoming a famous artist,
Dreams of becoming a famous author.
Yes, some will come true...
If we put our minds to it
But some dreams however far out
However random,
Are the ones that our minds wrap around.
They are the ones in which we see
Ourselves
Floating, gliding, surfing through the
Dream world.
Wafting in the wind,
Becoming the wind.
Now not all revolve around the sky.
But if you were to think about your
Far out, Not normal, Dream world dream
It most likely involves nature in some
Way.
Maybe not, but is does as far as I
Know.
Nature which includes the science
Of it all.
God created the natural world around
Us...
To see, to enjoy, to preserve.
You may dream
Among the stars.
Or under them,
But in either case.
God's mighty, Powerful, Omnipotent....
So many more AMAZING names that we
Could put under His name.
A whole book could we fill, no even
More than that could we fill with all
The names that we use to describe Him. His mouth uttered one word at
The beginning, and after that more and
More.
And did this natural world did
He create.
And this universe did He also create.
So many dreams...
So much time, maybe you think so
Little.
But either way there still is time
To dream
Among the stars.
Thats it, I hope that you enjoyed it. I like to write!! Its fun as long as your work pays off. in other words that whatever you write in the end you like and others do to.
The November Winds,
The Great Cat, &
The Enchantment
The blustery cold of the
November winds waits in silence
Like a great cat crouching
About to jump upon its
Prey.
It waits thus like a great cat
While the band strikes
Upon the first note of
Music enchanted by spells
Of long ago.
And as that first note is
Played...
That is when the GREAT CAT
Chooses the prey and pounces
Upon its prey of living souls.
With its pounce the Great Cat
Gains speed and before it knows
It is running in a whirlwind
Of hopes in dreams that
Reverberate off of the musicians as they
Unbound the enchantment of the music.
And as the Great Cat continues its speed up
Chase to find the lost prey
The enchanted music keeps its time
By chasing its own prey
But the Great Cat
Dissipates to become that
Cold November wind that we all
Bravely face.
The musicians speed up until
POOF!! All disappear with the
End of the GREAT CAT.
the spells weaved into the
Music are set free allowing
All to know their beauty!
that one was written on Nov. 28 on my way to band. yes, I play flute.
Ok there is only one more, but it is long, kinda:
Dreams!
Among the Stars
Among the stars,
When we look up into its vastness
Does it make you want to fly?
To be among its clouds, moons, and stars.
So many dreams...
So little time
God created the time and space
That we can dream about
These things...
That we can even dream at all!
Dreams of flying, dreams of stars,
Dreams of being whatever you wish.
So many dreams....
Dreams of becoming a famous artist,
Dreams of becoming a famous author.
Yes, some will come true...
If we put our minds to it
But some dreams however far out
However random,
Are the ones that our minds wrap around.
They are the ones in which we see
Ourselves
Floating, gliding, surfing through the
Dream world.
Wafting in the wind,
Becoming the wind.
Now not all revolve around the sky.
But if you were to think about your
Far out, Not normal, Dream world dream
It most likely involves nature in some
Way.
Maybe not, but is does as far as I
Know.
Nature which includes the science
Of it all.
God created the natural world around
Us...
To see, to enjoy, to preserve.
You may dream
Among the stars.
Or under them,
But in either case.
God's mighty, Powerful, Omnipotent....
So many more AMAZING names that we
Could put under His name.
A whole book could we fill, no even
More than that could we fill with all
The names that we use to describe Him. His mouth uttered one word at
The beginning, and after that more and
More.
And did this natural world did
He create.
And this universe did He also create.
So many dreams...
So much time, maybe you think so
Little.
But either way there still is time
To dream
Among the stars.
Thats it, I hope that you enjoyed it. I like to write!! Its fun as long as your work pays off. in other words that whatever you write in the end you like and others do to.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Lets create a Christmas story
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 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!!!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Tale Of The Chalky Gum From My Tattoo Gum Collecting Days
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.
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.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
More Poetic Thoughts: and overload of poetry
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.
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.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
PREPARE TO LAUGH
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
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
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Random Question
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...
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...
Sunday, October 14, 2007
My Dragon
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.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Winter's Poetry
'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 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. :)
Saturday, September 22, 2007
The Flag at the bottom of my blog and my story as best as I know it...
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.
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.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Why? My mind Goes Blank.....
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??
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??
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Some thoughts of Old
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
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
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The Book Of Worlds
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!
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!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Question????????!!!??????!!!???????????!!!!!
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 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
Sunday, September 9, 2007
I have drewn one like that before
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.......
{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
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
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
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
The Beginnings of a Tale
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.....
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.....
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Nothing Much
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...
I do not really have anything interesting to say, but I hope that you all enjoy my blog and um ya... That is it...
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Beginnings of a Tale
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......
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......
Friday, August 3, 2007
Pictures of Camping On The Oregon Coast
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.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Camping on the Oregon coast
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.
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.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
The Beginnings Of A Tale
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.......
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.......
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Imagination
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?
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?
Friday, July 13, 2007
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