Poetry...once again.

DNR


Vandal of my shivering heart
take no heed to my condition
convulsions ravish
with your pending regard
Dont dare revive
remaining transient grandeur
Oh, seizer of my droning ventricle
pirouette amungst my yielding sentiments
serenity sutures
with your sterling endearment
Dont dare revive
embodied reverie so certain
Hoax of my condoning coronary
bare benignacy to my uncertain reflex
thrombosis obstuckting
with your altered intent
Dont dare revive
recollection of dominion once rapt
Vandal of my Shivering heart
take no heed to my death
convulsions subside
with your terminal departing
Dont dare revive
prognosis of hope manifests.

"Words are cheap. The biggest thing you can say is 'elephant'."

I have a new Love!
My favorite section at Blockbuster is, of course, the 'Classics.'
I simply could not find a movie that peaked my interest.
I examined every cover searching for my gateway to an old world
I so wish I could experience.
I traveled through the A's, B's, C's, and so on...
but it wasnt until I reached the M's that I found something that
would soon be something I dont know how I lived without.
Modern Times.

Not knowing what to expect, I began to watch the video. I had never

seen anything quite as old as this, but I kept an open mind.

But as soon as Charlie Chaplin appeared on the screen, I fell in love

with his comical genious and deep understanding of his character.

I later found out that he composed the Score for many of his movies

including Modern Times. You could only imagine my excitment!

He was not simply an actor or composer, his many titles include

Director, Writer, Editor, and producer. I am truely amazed!

If you were to watch Modern Times and listen to the score,

you might recognize the tune....Ill give you a little hint...

Although it is a silent film, in many parts you can read the actors lips

Charlie Chaplin's last words in the film were "Smile"

You may have heard the wonderful rendition performed by Nat King Cole.

A truely classic and uplifting song inspired and written by a man who really

knows how to Smile.

"That is why, no matter how desperate the predicament is, I am always very much in earnest about clutching my cane, straightening my derby hat and fixing my tie, even though I have just landed on my head. "

To My Fair Kayla

Oh how time flies!

My dearest friend has just left to Hawaii for college and I am going to miss her so!

We were a match when we first met in the first grade!
As much as we liked to pretend to be "bad girls" we were sissys at heart.

It would seem that we complete eachother.
And yes we do....who else could be as silly as us?

Sometimes we were too much alike...
But together, we sure made a team!
Kayla Ashley Robert...You have been my friend for so very long...nothing will ever change that...
Our memories will be the best of us

even if we are so far apart!

Poetry

Now this was an interesting assignment!
We had to write a poem but use the format
to assist with the meaning of the poem.
For exampe..... a large gap between two
words can bring emphasis on that word...
Lets see if you understand....



Old man's dream
mirrors my
j
o
u
r
n
e
y

Creation begins with
a beaten path
taken
by
all
Choosing virtue
Confronted by a
ROD

STRAIT
centered in the
NARROW
PATH
grasp with fervent faith
with a destination
a TREE
of LIFE
forever eat the fruit
of ETERNAL HAPPINESS

discouraged
FOG
clouding the next step
HIS word I keep ahold
SCORN
tall and spacious
BUILDING
fools lost their way
NOT
EASY
grasp tighter
TRIP
squander the TRUE word
S EARCHING
falling through
a hole
in THE
River
just my size
reach out
the TREE
it's LIGHT
shines through my fingertips
like HIS fingers
grasping mine

out
me
pulling

Flickering faith
ashes of truth
rekindle with
HOPE
REACH
for the IRON
Words remembered
but not accessable
PURE LOVE
ONE whos never ben
LOST
but knows my suffering
guiding me
Back to the PATH
STRAIT
"Youre not Alone"
HIS WORDS
my rod speaks
HIS TREE
vanquish my vision
HIS LOVE
I'll make it there




As I tried to publish this the first time here on my blog, it would
not let me use the exact spacing that I used in my original poem, but
you will get the idea. It was quite fun reading this poem in a class with
no LDS members in it. It left it open for many discussions because they
didnt understand the importance of the words. I am so grateful to have
the knowledge that I do so I may understand revelations and visions of wise
men before me.

Even more writing

In Mr. Marvels wonderful creative writing class, He assigned a fiction project to us. I never thought I would like writing fiction as much as I love writing Non Fiction and poetry, but when I heard the specifics of the assignment, I knew I was in for a fun project!
We were asked to find music with no lyrics that is special to us...something that speaks to us with no words. We were supposed to close our eyes and picture a story as we listen...WELL...this was something I did on an EVERY DAY BASIS!!! Classical music is my forte so I had much to choose from...but it was quite clear to me which music spoke to me the most....


Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini Variation 18


Lonely steps unmatching to the grooves of the ground, I hear the splashing
slush of hopes awaiting their chance to be showers of spring. Central Park
is especially lonesome tonight, as she is abandoned by the regard of the sun.
Passions of the night forget her as hatred hails her paths. I find no fear with her
company as we are the same. Alone am I. Afraid I am not. Her skinless touch
grazes the vacant gap where once a heart freely supplied me life. A life I lived
for a woman. Shes gone now. She is but a crack in the sidewalk here as I walk
with my true love. We both, I and this bare strech of sadness, find comfort
together, but equal nothing. I wander her grass as she is a vagabond of my
mind. Here we are hand in hand just as the night before. aproaching us is a
young couple, fresh love. Giggles of sweetness is all that I hear, but not all I see.
On her cheek is where his hand resides, granting fire to the lightpost which gives
me no such sight. I despise the gentleman. the hand he holds is real. Her
soothing fingertip tickle his face. When he closes his eyes she clenches his arm.
I close my eyes just the same. Feeling the arms wrapped around mine. But when
I open these hell barers, She isnt really there. The man, seeing me, holds her
tighter. One day, if he opens his eyes too soon, she may be gone. He knows.

Oh, my envy may it murder my body as it has done my soul.

Around the corner I expect to see an empty bench as always. It is there that I
usually sit and reflect on my memories as one detail is erased with each night.
Through the trees, it reveals itself more with each step, only to take me by
surprise. Tonight, a woman sits. With one broken heel on her scuffed beige
shoes, she watches her teardrops fall, hitting her polka-dot dress with a splash,
much like the water under my feet. Aproaching her side I cant help but wonder
how such a beauty can match my despair. Never before have I heard of angels
cry. Sorrow does not suit her. The sky matches her face too well. A sin has been
commited tonight. She notices my presence and lifts her chin directing it to mine.
Unable to look away, I feel her sorrow ignite the ashes I hardly remembered
existed. A dainty blonde curl climbs its way to her eyelid forcing me to explore
her eyes. Her skin fair as her heart. So soft it must be. No words had to be said,
but if she did speak, I can picture her saying " I promised I would be here, now i'll
never leave your side." As i raise my hand to catch the hair, a tear falls from her
delicate figure. For once her tears were the ones found in my palms. moving the
blonde bow that plays the strings of my new found heart, I catch her lips whisper
a sound. Afraid to ask her to repeat her words, I touch her lips with my close
hand. The last cool breeze im sure to encounter grips my coat urging me to
place it over her shoulders. As charming as I can be, i stand reaching out my
hand to guide her to her feet. As she reaches, her frame becomes clouded.
She smiles with a warmth I musnt doubt I have felt before. Suddenly our joined
hands revealed their familiarity. The woman was mine. She has always been
mine for all time. Sitting on this bench she has waited for me.

Together we walk now in my solitude. No longer will I need her, my tourist trench.
I don't ask her name, as words wake reality. This pure dove clenching my fingertips
sighs with each stroke of my hand. The sun rises as we stroll towards union.
Just as I blink, darkness returns flooding my soul. I see her still with her translucent
hand stretched out for mine.

As she stands to join me for good, her form is gone. Searching my empty hand I
find no tear that of hers, but only of mine. Mine all along. All around me I seach
yearning for my love to return. I sit on the bench. Waiting for her. Eternity after
eternity passes by me as i wait.And yet, Someone else calls me. My old friend.
My lonely place, my world of grace I once was within. stretching me to my feet,
she forces me to go. Find her, the angel of my existence. Lost no longer will I
be, for where ever she is, thats were my soul has been. to her i declair "I
promise i will be here, and ill never leave your side."





Please let me know what you think! Keep in mind I simply wrote what I thought while the song played. There was not much thought put into it!

Just more Writing

Cardiac Parol


I piss whistling because
I Love You with all my Bladder
Whopping wheezing
I Love You with all my Lungs
Electricly charged lush
I Love You with all my Brain
Filtering Flushing Frenzy
I Love You with all my Liver
Like frogs with their legs crossed
I Love You with all my Throat
Gorging on deliciousness
I Love You with all my Stomach
Coiling my sentiments, you do
I Love You with all my Intestines
Your sweet taste runs through my veins
I Love You with all my Pancreas
Like all the useless quirks you have
I Love You with all my Tonsils
Because you put up with my womanly curse
I Love You with all my Uterus
With all the happiness you bring to me
How could I Love You
with just my heart?

The fair

"Our state fair is a great state fair..."

Amy!
Me!

I got to spend some quality time with my favorite man in the whole world!

As I was walking I thought I had something in my shoe, so I look down and this is what I saw.
OH He is my second favorite man (Batman you have competition now!)
MMM Amy Loves those funnel cakes!

This was as close to the rides as we would get!
Expressing our political views.
Me and Rosie
YAY! We are finally in!

Enjoying the flowers while we wait in a very long line...

Getting ready to see the animals!
On our way!

Check out that line!
Amy...I think she spotted the rooster man!

Hatcher Pass and Summit Lake

It was a beautiful day, so Clinton and I took a drive to hatcher pass.
By the time we got there, it wasnt so nice out anymore, but I still had alot of fun!

We found a hidden path that led to a really cool bridge!

This parked van was so cool!

We also saw a Russian guy with the coolest beard I have ever seen, but buddy wouldnt let me take a picture of him as he was asking for directions. That pretty much ruined the tip for me.
Oh no!!! SNOW!!

This looks like the work of a Hayes boy...hmmm.


Summit lake was beautiul! The water was very clear.

A baby moose also decided to say hello. It walked towards us until we saw its mother

we thought we better leave it alone!


It turned out to be a fun trip!

Diaper Cake!!!

My friend Yana finally had her baby!
Amanda and I could NOT resist.
We put our money together and gathered
the things we might need to make
A DIAPER CAKE! (or Nappy cake if you are english)

It all began with the first tear...

It was easy for us beginners to handle.

Then the second tear, which was quite bigger, therefore harder for us

to keep under control.

Then that blasted largest tear! It took alot of work to keep all

the nappys together! It was a challenge, but we overcame!!

Now to put all of the gifts in...
we rolled washclothes into candles
The frilly socks became roses
And everything else we could find decorated or cake!
This was by far the funnest gift I have ever made for someone...And Yana loved it!
Amanda found the video directions on youtube. For more ideas and pictures go to
Megan.cc