Oh Praise Him.

Let all things their Creator bless,
and worship him in humbleness,
O praise him, Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
and praise the Spirit, Three in One

Done.

I got 100 [poems]. Now to edit.

I've been

writing poems a lot. Trying to churn them out of me. Just pour them out and write and write and write. I want to get one hundred.
Pray for me friends, for my days are always weary.

Ideas, forces and inspiration

I thought above said video was brilliantly made. What creative things do I have to say?

Not much I guess. I'm getting involved in the school I find myself in.

I'm afraid, not out of fear, but out of respect and genuine knowledge of, powers I'm ignorant of.
Not a lot is worse than forgetting, or unknowingly ignoring, excluding and naively underestimating a power that holds great force and weight in one's life. Ideally I would most certainly like to safeguard myself against such dangers, however I know that I go through my day paying little attention to the silent, subtle yet grave threats to my well being. I really should compile a list, not so much to cultivate a nature of fear within me, but to encourage a nature of wariness, preparedness and diligence in my spiritual, intellect, emotional, physical and external self.

I like colors, different, varying colors and the effects they wreak upon me and others. Symbols and language too are particularly inspiring. I have to stop myself though, from turning around and investing my inspiration in indulgence of symbols and language alone--I should really focus a good deal of my inspiration into other means of communication and ideas little understood and widely cultivated. Unfortunately this usually means reading and researching (utilizing symbols and language) to find and figure out what exactly these ideas are. I need to think more about this and write privately upon this matter.

Until Thursday!

This is incredible.

My respect for William Shatner went up 500%. He is now amazing. This is hilarious.

I am highly amused by the Spock & Kirk

2005, 2006, 2007 & 2008

Four years, 80+ poems, a lot of heartache, a lot of growth and a lot of joy.

http://www.paragonmavericks.com/thePoemz.html

Pedahel

Hebrew name for "God Redeems". Variations: Padeal

Dusty time country

Oh but the horizon is so wide
and the road, it stretches on, so long.
But if one listens to the wind- it tries
to explain the ways of song and time.

Oh, how you we try to watch our smiles
and forget to taste our tears.
When its crying that makes our faces shine
with the essence of our years.

Oh how I love, how I love to feel.
it's easy and it's hard.
When I breath, my heart does rise
and my many wounds do heal.

the steadying breeze of Bach

I'm twenty dark rings deep
and two thousand thunders weak
in cedar, oak and olive years.

My fingers are in the ground
the ants they crawl and tickle
and sculpt the warm soft sand

I caught me ladybirds and frogs
and set them on the morning fog
with sweaty hands in summertime.

Now I'll rest me near the river old
and count the bits of fools gold
between my toes and feet.

This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me,
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

as he slowly died

they told him
he could not imagine
how much it hurt
to see him die

they told him
he did not understand
how his death
changed their lives

they told him
he could not fathom
how difficult loving him
was

and one day he died
content in the knowledge
that they would at least
remember him
for the wasteland
he left behind.