June 17, 2009 at 1:34 am (Uncategorized)
Rain down on me rain down on me
In sheets of clear sweet rain
Rain down on me rain down on me
And wash away my pain
I love the rain it fills me up
With joy and laughter too
The rain it helps to clear away memories old and new
So bring on the rain any old day
Ill look forward to the clouds
To clear my head and tuck me in bed
Ready for a brand new day
June 16, 2009 at 2:56 am (Philmont, Poetry)
Tags: Philmont
I sit at home not at home this place is not for me…….
I long to hear the horses bay I long to hug an aspen tree……
I long for mountains big and wide I long for dusty trail…..
I long for ponil, base, and clarks I long for I-camp mail…..
I go to sleep on a queen sized bed with covers nice and warm….
But In my head Id like to sleep with sleeping bag in arm….
And when will I return to there I never will quite know…..
But in my heart I long to see my Philmont home in shunshine, rain, or snow…..
January 10, 2009 at 8:03 pm (Poetry, Uncategorized)
Tags: War
New year time once again and all throughout the land
Peace we will not let you in
War is still at hand
Never stoping wondering why the world is in despair
For humanity has failed at peace again
And loosed the monsters of beelzebub’s lair
And who are the perpetrators of this crime
The innocent may ask
But the persecuted many of history’s inglorious past.
December 2, 2008 at 12:25 am (College Life, Dorm Life, Storms)
Plop!
Plop!
Plop!
Pitter patter pitter patter
My window forms beads of liquid
Looks like I’m in for adventure
Time to trek across the great campus divide through rainy puddles
What an adventure!
Better get a coat and an umbrella
Remember the boots
Brrrr!!!!
Cold out here!
Rain flecks my face
I dont mind
Get inside
Find a window
Watch in peace
Time to return
Time to trek across the great campus divide once more
December 1, 2008 at 3:21 am (College Life, Poetry)
I got up this morning
Strap my pack upon my back
Try to stay awake while teacher yakety yakety yaks
My mind has yet to wake
I dont know what to do
I was so asleep this morning I only wore one shoe
I went to bed so late
Now I have a test
If only I could stop a while sit down and rest
Oh well so long dear comfort
I’ll try to come back some day
From college years and trials to the beaches of Kiholo bay
November 3, 2008 at 2:00 am (Poetry)
Tags: Lies, Poetry
The beautious wonder of a lie
How can I speak of it
To have your credibility resting on one small word or sentence
Your world, your life resting on a precarious perch
That one masterfully crafted phrase
In a small ammount of time it can bring you joy or destroy you
In a small ammount of time you could gain fame or infamy
I am a lier
So are you
Our lies link us
Our lies divide us
We are the same in that we lie
Some are just better than others
October 26, 2008 at 6:40 pm (Natural Disasters, Poetry)
Tags: Poetry
We find ourselves at the rising tide of machinery and the setting sun of god
And when we see that day is done no longer will we trod
We will fly and zoom and twirl on machinery galore
Until we will no longer see grass or forest floor
No longer to return to nature when the old ones die
Mechanization will be our salvation this is the government’s cry
And when the day of earth’s demise finaly comes at last
To its destruction we can only look to our irresponsible past
October 23, 2008 at 8:29 pm (Poetry, War)
Tags: Poetry
Across that great gory battleground
through row and field and wood
while friends were sleeping safe and sound
in tents where Duren stood
a path we had to follow
with the mighty first
to deutschland where we would swallow
the stronget and the worst
of what we saw
and what we did
those days of ‘45
when we were only soldiers
trying to stay alive
October 7, 2008 at 9:36 pm (Current Status, Natural Disasters, Poetry)
Tags: Poetry
Rain makes me happy while others hang their heads
Rain makes me smile when to others it brings dread
When hearing thunder rolling my face begins to grin
I love to see the lighting and the trees blow in the wind
September 17, 2008 at 3:53 am (Creative Writing, Poetry)
Tags: Poetry
Annie McGee has problems
They come to her from walls
You see Annie McGee’s problems are not really there at all
Annie see what no one does
Annie hears the whispers
Annie likes to tell everyone about her 2 and 1/2 sisters
She tells of giant dragons
She tells of large lagoons
She even told me once how her maid was a baboon
Everyone tells Annie
She mustn’t tell lies
Poor little Annie can only sit and cry
But one day little Annie
Will find an answer yet
Though she may have to travel far and even to Tibet
To solve the many problems
Her mind has faced her with
Even though its plain to see that she has lost her wit
