No Title, No Link, No Bookmarks, No Nothing

Yup. I managed to have all of my bookmarks deleted over the weekend. All the webcomics I read...gone. All the blogs I read...gone. so if you want me around, you gotta post a comment so I can follow your profile back to your blog. And now, a poem.

Contrasts

Lies
Come rushing to my ear
So many
So loud I cannot hear

Truth
Calls out to me in vain
Too late
I hide in my own pain

Time
Slips through the unseen hand
Of God
Is our existence merely planned?

Life
Blows past us in a gust
Of wind
Next thing you know, you've turned to dust

Death
Can come within your prime
But who
Can choose when it's their time?

Love
Can tear a man apart
And yet
Can tame the coldest heart

Hate
Anger burning fierce
And like
A knife it seeks to peirce

Faith
Ability to see
What is
Not there, and yet, may be

Doubt
Unsurety and grief
Disproved
does often bring relief

Hope
From human hearts forever springs
No telling
What Tomorrow brings

Despair
Could things get any worse?
With life
There's always hope, so do not curse

Sorrow
My e'er returning friend
Will come
A time, this too, shall end?

Joy
It warms the very soul
It flows
To all, out of control

Mirth
And tears both have their place
At times
Together, on my face.

It's time for sleep,
Jens

The World Is Your Mollusk!

Crack it on a rock and get the chewy, sweet goodness inside.

My apologies to those who don't like clams...or oysters...or whatever...have a lobster instead, or maybe some shrimp....Aaaannyway, the point is that the world is a big place. You have to explore it thouroughly. Since I'm using a seafood analogy I may as well continue it by saying that in order to catch clams you have to dig for them. At this point you wash them thoroughly, and then there are a variety of ways to cook them. One popular way is to bake them, while they are still in their shells. You then pry them open, and eat the large 'foot' muscle that makes up most of their body.

Sea gulls go about this in an entirely different manner. Firstly they eat the clam while it is raw, which is understandable since they are birds. After being fortunate enough to cath a mollusk, usually from tide pools, they grasp it in their talons and fly high into the air. They then drop their prey onto a hard rock, smashing the shell to peices and exposing the tender muscle.

Well, here I am in Chicago, third largest city in the US, and I'm spending waaay too much time in my room. BUT THIS WILL CHANGE!!! Starting next week(end) I am turning over a new leaf. I've found (will find) a few people to hang out with, and hopefully will be heading off into the city to do stuff, now that I finally have available money. I have an oyster here, and I've yet to crack it!

A new quest begins!
Jens

IF YOU HAD YOUR LIFE TO LIVE AGAIN...

Would you live it any different? Regrets, loss, things we could have said or done to change the way our lives are today.

Yeah, I have my own regrets. I regret I didn't go on the band trip to Disney World my freshman year. I regret that I didn't get my Eagle rank in Boy Scouts. I regret that I failed calculus my senior year and that I didn't work harder in High School. I regret every single time I didn't ask a girl out when I had a perfect chance. I regret that I never said "I love you" to a very special girl.

Life's too short to live in the past. There's not enough time to spend much of it regretting. We suffer the consequences of our actions, we learn from our mistakes, and we move on.
Maybe I would change some thngs if I had a second chance, maybe not. Most likely I would instinctively react the same way and make the same choices, despite what I knew. That's just who I am.

No time for regret, just time to move on,
Jens

The Gift Is In Knowing To Look

Took a week off didn't I. I didn't really plan to, I just never got around to writing anything. I had no inspiration, plus I was feeling kind of lazy. On top of that I had school work to do...okay, Enough excuses!
Well, now that that's out of the way...

When was the last time you went outside and looked at the night sky? Admittedly the view is not so spectacular with all the light pollution within city limits. Try driving out to the country sometime. Find a place you can park, maybe just on the side of the road. Then (make sure you're well away from the road) just look up and see what you can see. There are many beautiful sights to see even without a telescope. Find some constellations. There's absolutely no shame in using a seasonal constellation chart, in fact I reccomend it.
I used to look at stars on mornings it was dark enough to see while I waited for the bus. I have fond memories of stargazing. I remember seeing Haley's comet from a field off of a country road. I have a constellation book signed by the author. I met him in Arizon awhile visiting my grandparents. There's a beautiful view out in the middle of the desert, beyond the lights of Tuscan. I've even been to a major observatory in that area.
Just this past summer I was fortunate enough to be in Hawaii. In addition to all the marine wildlife and the beautiful climate, I got to watch the sunset from the top of Mauna Kea, and afterward, I saw the stars from one of the clearest skies on the planet. The milky way is an awesome spectacle when it's that clear. The stars look so different that far south...and even further south, I speent 2 weeks in rural Peru that same summer! That's the last time I remember seeing stars. I never went outside and looked up between getting back and moving into college. And now, I'm in Chicago. There's too much light here, I can't see a thing.
So, take the time, look up. Share the sky with a friend, preferably of the opposite sex. But do look. Who knows when you'll get another chance?

No stars in Chicago,
Jens

Edit: I just want to say thank you to my mom, who taught me to look.

Maybe In A Perfect World, There'd Be No Need For Tears

Well, Shoot.
It made me cry. It made me think. If you can, watch it before you read any further
We live our lives. We have problems of our own. The tragedy of 9-11 has faded. It's only been 3 years, how can we forget so quickly?
When I started that movie, I was thinking about my problems. The animation was just a way to pass time. My troubles seem so insignificant now. So small and unimportant. *sigh* There's not really much else I can say. Please do comment though. I'd like to know how everyone else reacted to that. And maybe you have an insight I've missed. Maybe you can help to explain this kind of thing. Maybe...

Maybe,
Jens

Would You Like Fries With that?

Ayup. It's a Fry-Day, everyone have some fries. And just to warn you, tomorrows post will be really serious, but I want EVERYONE to try and make an effort to read it. In the meantime, I just have some goofiness to share. See the title link. I'm going to bed. It's really late, and I'm tired.

Goodnight/morning,
Jens

We Have A Birthday In The House!!!

Tomorrow (september 16), today by the time many of you read this, is John's (raptur) 18 birthday! Everyone head on over to Leringa and wish him a good one! He has now joined the ranks of the draftable...or he will when he registers anyway. Happy birthday John!

I have here, this blog's first haiku! Enjoy, I will probably stick more to rhyme since that's what I'm best at.

Haiku, To A Girl I Never Had
I love you enough
To be glad you are happy
With another man

That's all I've got for today,
Jens

DUH!!!!

C'mon, you ALL saw this coming!

Vash the Stampede


Which Trigun Anime Character Does Your Personality Resemble?
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I am Vash, in this universe. Thought we knew that by now?
(and he has a really cool gun!)

Love... and... PEACE!
Jens

REMEMBER THE FALLEN

Better late than never I guess. I missed Memorial Day, and 9/11, but it's not long after the latter, nor is it too far past the former.

The tomb of the Unknown Soldier, This memorial houses the remains of randomly selected soldiers from WWI. He was removed from his resting place in France, and now rests in Washington DC, in the Arlington National Cemetary. Nobody knows the identity of this soldier. That is intentional. His grave honors every single soldier who was buried in an unmarked grave, listed MIA, blown beyond recognition by enemy fire. This memorial is one of the most honored in the city. Joining him in his grave are the remains of soldiers from WWII, Vietnam, and the Korean Conflict. All are similarly unknown.

On September eleventh, 2001, on a tuesday morning, tragedy struck our nation. We were attacked by terrorists in a brutal display of hatred. Many lives were lost in the initial tragedy. Even more gave their lives trying to rescue survivors. People were buried by rubble, burned alive, some could not be identified, even with dental records or dogtags. In my opinion the tomb of the unkown soldier honors them too. The brave men and women of the NYPD and NYFD.

In remembrance of the unknown soldier, and all he represents, please observe a moment of silence before continuing.

Thank you. The following is a short poem I have written in honor of this memorial:

All alone, in a crowded room,
He lays without a friend
This soldier is destined for no tomb
Though he met an honorable end

A communal pit shall be his lot
Though his life he valiantly gave
There is no Cross to mark the spot
Of an Unknown Soldier's grave

To the true unknowns, whose bodies were never found.

I'm only sorry that I missed a proper date to post this,
Jens

"Not all who wander are lost."~J.R.R. Tolkien

My mind...a good place to wander...be careful that you don't get lost!
Today will be a collection of Tolkien quotes....and some comments about my life based on them. Oh, and you wouldn't believe how many blogs/livejournals/xangas/whatever have that title...go ahead, google it.

"Deep roots are not reached by frost."
And the second to most recent post won't be read...unless I remind you. Check out the one before this guys. I'm pretty sure no one, other than rob, has been on since I posted it.

"What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good on this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"
I'm up really early today

"You can only come to the morning through the shadows."
Or really late, it's a matter of perspective.

"Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger."
I know a great misquote for this one: "Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will piss on your keyboard."

"It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them."
...I thought Homer said that? Just kidding. My dad always says that "Violence is the last resort of the incompetent." Drives me crazy. Next time I hear it though, I've got this baby up my sleeve!

"Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will say both yes and no."
GRAAHHH!!!! Stupid elves, always talking in riddles. Never can figure out what's going on. It's kind of like a chinese Kung Fu movie...only without the Kung Fu. Or maybe it's like channeling spirits...Nahhhh, that makes too much sense to be true.

"The wise speak only of what they know."
Whereas fools just speak....What!? I can't be funny all the time!

"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world."
So, we need more people like me............WHAAAAAT?!?!?!? QUIT LOOKIN AT ME LIKE THAT!

"It is the job that is never started that takes longest to finish."
It's scary how well this applies to my homework.

"Courage is found in unlikely places."
Can't argue with that...nothing...else...to...say...it hurts to admit that I should just shutup for once. (which is why I said all of that)

"Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end."
Keep on truckin guys and gals,
Jens

I WANT ONE OF THESE!!!!

My calculator is obsolete. I wish for the new version. The following is a funeral service held by me and a friend in my old calculator honor, we ask you to join us in mourning.

He Died With Honor
yensil314: ...we are gathered her today, to morn the loss of a dear countryman...
yensil314: and a dear friend
yensil314: ...his life was not given in vain
yensil314: for he was a hero
darkestthunder2: o.o?
yensil314: and his loss touches us all, to the very center of our being
yensil314: ...my TI89 has passed into obsolesance
yensil314: *cries*
yensil314: "I wanna TI89 Platinum!!!!, Boo hoo hoohoo waaaaaahhhhh
darkestthunder2: *patpats head* *Kleenex*
yensil314: *sniff* thanks
yensil314: *bury's the casket*
darkestthunder2: *patpats head* It was a wonderful calculator, always performing correct equations...*salute* Though I did not know ye well, almighty soldier, you were a fine one.
yensil314: he was brave, and he died serving his country
yensil314: his tragic death was not in vain, for, because of calculators like him, we free from the evil tyranny of calculus, and it's allies algebra, geometry, and statistics
yensil314: let us pray
darkestthunder2: *bows head*
yensil314: Dear heavenly abacus, forefather to all calculators here today, we ask you in the name of your son the slide rule, to give peace to this fallen soldier who died in the service of his contry, protecting the one's he loved. He showed honor and courage, and his tragic loss grieves us less because we know that he is safe with you in eternal rest. Amen"
darkestthunder2: XDDD
yensil314: heh heh, that is coming soon to a blog near you (you didn't say amen)
yensil314: and I'm gonna eat

I'm saving my money,
Jens

A Land Called Honalee

I was talking with a friend, somehow the conversation got onto the topic of children's television. And from there, it was bound to happen, someone (me) mentioned Puff the Magic Dragon. Both of us agreed that Puff was definately the best kids cartoon ever (it was a TV movie BTW). Thinking about Puff the Magic Dragon got me started thinking of my childhood. And a glorious childhood it was.

It's funny how something can trigger memories. I remember vaguely a brick apartment that I lived in till I was about 3 years old, I remember almost nothing except a certain memory of one of my parents coming home, I must have been in the crib, the memory is nothing more than a few images in my head, but it is my first memory. I think back now to the last time I looked at pictures of the Arlington apartment. Several of the pictures are of my toys. I had a toy car, the kind that you get inside and run around like in the Flintsones. I there is also a picture of 'Big Dog' A large 'stuffed' dog. The thing about big dog is that he had a wooden frame, and was designed to be sat on, the bottom was curved so that you could rock back and forth. Big Dog's smaller stuffed companion, Puppy Dog, still has a special place on my bed, he is old, but will last a long time longer with good care. Another picture showed our rocking chair, that chair is still with my parents, in the living room of our house.

I remember we moved around a lot when I was young. We lived in a duplex once, and another time we lived in a house that had the best screen porch. I have more memories of those places than I could possibly share here.

I remember coming to Middletown, I wasn't all that scared because I had moved several times before. Nevertheless it was a big step. Lived in Middletown for ten years, the time has just flown by. Now I'm 18, all grown up and going to college. My memories of the past are a joy to look back on. And when something like Puff pops up in a coversation, I can't help but become a bit nostalgic. Well, I'm done rambling about my past. Sorry if this was a boring post.

I have so many fond memories, Is this what growing up is like? I feel so old and I'm only 18,
Jens

In God's Own Image (Genesis 1:26-28)

Hmm... The bible says (see title link for relevant scripture) that we are "created in God's image." One has to wonder what is meant by this. Superior intellect? Emotion? Reason? Logic? Language? but in all of these answers we encounter problems. Animals have varying degrees of intelligence, animals show signs of emotion, they use logic, they can reason, perhaps not as well as we. Some animals have very complex systems of communication, so it's not that either. What then?
The concept that man is the animal who laughs has been put forth. Maybe this is true, but it's not the reason I'm looking for. Another theory is that man is the animal that asks why. This is certainly true, but once again, not what I'm looking for.
After thinking for some time I came to the following conclusion: Man is the animal which creates for no reason. We of all the animals, have art, we make things that we don't need to survive. Oh sure a beaver builds his dam. But he does it because he needs a certain environment. He doesn't worry about building a bigger better dam than all the other beavers. But man? Man creates things solely so that others may look upon them and be impressed. I think this is what sets us apart.
Feel free to agree, or disagree. If you have a reasonable suggestion, leave it in the comments section, I would love to hear everyone's opinions.
Also, I meant for this to be a funny day, but then I read Freaky D's (XP) post on communication, and I started thinking (although it's kind of a random jump) about what was meant by "in God's own image." So I ended up with a serious post after all.

Let me know what you think,
Jens

Web Comics Can Be So Addicting!!!

Yes, that's where I was for the past two days...sorry, I couldn't tear myself away long enough to actually write a blog post. I'd kinda like to leave a poem today...but I haven't really written much of anything recently...and between writing that and now...I have taken a short set of couplets, and turned it into a full poem...YAY!
So anyway, Nothing much new to report, I suspect I aced my chem test today (first one done even!) But other wise, Just another week so far in the life of a college freshman. *sigh* Oh well, adventure will find me someday when I least expect it. Until then, here's that poem

A Random Thought, A Late Night Ramble

One of the things, I often say
I wonder if it'll rain today?

I didn't think that I could tell
It's becoming like my special hell

I think of thoughts, they often rhyme
And without trying half the time

I'm going off somewhere
Outside to get some air

But I'll be fine I bet
After I've had a cigarette

When I come back later tonight
I don't know if I'll feel all right

It's late, I should be sleeping
Instead I sit here weeping

And sometimes while I smoke
I wish that I'd just choke

It'd do the world some good
They never understood

Then I think of friends who care
Who my burdens sometimes bear

It makes me smile inside
I swallow down my pride

But I can't hold back the tears
Nor hide regrets and fears

But I'll be strong I know
I've got a long way left to go.

That's all I have for now,
Jens

EDIT: Oh yeah! I just remembered, I plan to put in a links section soon...not sure if that'll get done before or after I finish my poetry archiving site, hopefully I'll get both done this weekend...unless I decide to have a life instead, we'll see!

Kay, Bye (fo realz this time)
Jens

Wild Turkey Appears! What Do You Do?

Lalalalalala. Kind of bored tonight, but I have a funny coversation to share...at least I think it's funny. I slept till one today, I thought I'd've been more tired last night but I was doing stuff on my computer and totally lost track of time, so I guess not. I looked at the clock at 3:30 and was like how the blanketyblankblankblank did it get this late without me noticing?!?!?!!?!?!?! so anyway, I hope I'll be able to sleep tonight...should be.

well here's the convo

I had a really good comment for right here, but I forgot it...

yensil314: I did indeed make it on time
s0n 0f 37h3r: Nice.
s0n 0f 37h3r: Human contact?
yensil314: yup
yensil314: feel much better now
s0n 0f 37h3r: Good.
yensil314: that and my roomate got back while i was away
s0n 0f 37h3r: Ah.
yensil314: and i forgot to get cash from teh atm while i was down there
yensil314: damn
s0n 0f 37h3r: Heh. *shrug*
yensil314: if my second hunger strikes before 10 i'll just stop by on my way toMcDs
s0n 0f 37h3r: That works.
yensil314: afterward and i'll prolly jsut go hingery
s0n 0f 37h3r: hingry, eh?
yensil314: although i think they're opne till midnight
yensil314: um...hungery
yensil314: or hungry
s0n 0f 37h3r: :P
yensil314: hungary, yes I'll be hungary
yensil314: look at me, I'm a country
yensil314: !!!!
s0n 0f 37h3r: AHH TURKS
s0n 0f 37h3r: KILL THEM
s0n 0f 37h3r: KILL THEM ALL
yensil314: um...
yensil314: lets not and say we did
s0n 0f 37h3r: K.
yensil314: so
yensil314: on to other things
yensil314: like telling john we kiled turks
s0n 0f 37h3r: lol
yensil314: no wwhat will he say?
s0n 0f 37h3r: "jens just commented on it too"
s0n 0f 37h3r: Is what he said to me.
yensil314: op looks like time to share convo tidbits
yensil314: heh
yensil314: this convo is so going in my blog
s0n 0f 37h3r: lol
s0n 0f 37h3r: KURD
s0n 0f 37h3r: VS
s0n 0f 37h3r: TURK
yensil314: um
yensil314: turd vs kirk
s0n 0f 37h3r: LOL
s0n 0f 37h3r: I...
s0n 0f 37h3r: don't know.
yensil314: ?
s0n 0f 37h3r: About.... this.... mrspock.
yensil314: ah
yensil314: I'm sorry. He's dead Jim
s0n 0f 37h3r: *shrug*
yensil314: I'm a doctor not an actor!
yensil314: the irony, oh the irony
yensil314: of hearing that line on TV
s0n 0f 37h3r: Yah

well there you have it...Greth is a blodthirsty Turk hater...maybe he just wanted the Exp?

He'll probably hate me for that comment,
Jens

Rhyme, Rhythm, and Locomotives

That's right, a serious post. There is absolutely no humor here, if you want to be amused, go read one of my earlier posts. This is a story, about a train. This train was once a majestic machine. It carried people from the east coast to the west coat and back. It was one of the great steam engines of the trans-continental railroad. Now the train is obsolete, replaced by cars and aeroplanes. Now it is restricted to being a novelty, or to public transportation in large cities. So what happened to our hero? Some of the great engines are glorified in museums. But not this one, he was left in a junkyard, to rust and decay. I met him in a dream. It was raining, and as I looked up at his once majestic sides I could see the marks of spraypaint graffitti that covered his old faded colors. I couldn't help but reflect on this symbol of fallen pride, of old age, of loss, and loneliness, and obsolescense. In addition I had recently been frustrated at my inability to help a friend. It seemed that my attempts to help were having no affect at all and that I might as well not even try. I have not given up, but I have made no progress either. These were the things going on in my mind when I wrote the following poem. It is rather short, but it is powerful. My only request is this: do not mistake this as a cry for attention, that is not the intent of this poem. Open your eyes. Find another meaning.

A Rhyme, A Rhythm, A Train,
And A Ghost Of What Once Was

A rhyme, a rhythm, a train
A locomotive in the rain
Rusting slowly in the mud
A relic, nothing but a dud

I gaze up at its battered side
Graffitti now, where once was pride
Derailed it sits on useless wheels
Sometimes that's how a poet feels

Does no one listen, no one care?
Does no one see my heart laid bare?
With futile words I try to reach
I try to learn, I try to teach

There is no peace for restless dead
A scribe whose words are never read
I can't help those who need it most
I'm insubstantial as a ghost

I hope it made you think


On a lighter note, I had fun at the Puerto Rican festival, the food was quite good, I don't really feel like going into detail though. Also, I'm all alone tonight, I'm sitting here listening to music, typing in my blog. My roomate is gone for the weekend, and no one else is online. so I'm all by myself. It gives me lots of time to think. I'm going to go work on my website now, I have no Idea how long it will take to get all of my poemson, and duly commented upon...we'll see, but I probably won't be done any time soon

May you dream of trains,
Jens

You Try At Least 20 Variations of Your Password Before You Realize That Caps Lock Is On

Yes, I had a little bit of trouble logging in...I'll get over it. In the mean time, I have a few things to share with all of you. Firstly, My computer punched me in the face today! I was leaning it on my lap, lying back on my pillow, I was happily using my mouse when all of a sudden, the thing tilts forward, and the edge of the screen catches me on the lip...OW!!! And I managed to have my printer fall on me twice (I forgot fold it up and wrap up the cord...it's on a shelf above my bed and if not stowed can be quite hazardous)
But more seriously (though not much) I am 25 cents short of a load (of laundry)...And I've finally started work on my Poetry website, no more digging through my blog archives to find one you missed! The site will be organized for easy viewing and...stuff, It will also include my comments on the poems I have written, and perhaps (if anyone wishes to submit) the thoughts of other people as well. I hope to have it done by wednesday. I am actually going somewhere today, I have an assignment which involves eating foreign food and then writing a few paragraphs about it, therefore I am going, with a group of people from my class, to a Puerto Rican festival. I have had many types of latin american food, but Puerto Rican is not one of them, I look forward to trying it. Uh...I think that's about it...I'll probably post again tonight, about the festival, and I'll try to include a poem on that one...My concern is that it's too serious for thsi post, plus (this is the big thing) I don't feel like writing out an explanation for it (and it needs one, it's too easy to misinterpret) and YES I do like trains...
Sadly I have no entertainment to share with you today...HEY! ISN'T THAT A DEMONIC DUCK OF SOME SORT!?!?!?
*runs away*
Jens

They Are Y'Know

Okay....now what? I've got a title, I've got a link....and now you tell me I'm supposed to have content too?????
WTF is up with that?!?!? Did I mention that I'm writing a comic strip? I probably did if I've talked to you recently....so far all I'm doing is writing it. It looks good so far...I need to learn to draw people though.

aaanyway, I have no poems or humorous conversations for you today...why? you thought I was ahead with poems??? yes well, one is being held back for review and possible revision, the other is...kinda short...i'd like to add to it a little if I can. As for the humorous conversation, I'm waiting for the other participant to get back from wherever she is that she can't get online, which you don't need to know...and um...I'm also waiting for an appropriate link, and I wanted to use that one today, it seemed to fit because I had a few "asshole" problems...although...none of them were...ninjas...this time...If they had been ninjas they would be dead now...as it is they are merely mollified...that's what they get for verbally assulting me...I win They lose, they are now afraid of me. All is as it should be...*goes to check the ninja traps*

And just so that I don't feel like this blog was a complete waste...I have 2 pictures for you, I drew these in an attempt to cheer a friend up...it worked too:

So remember: When You're down in the dumps...Fluffy and Silky say "Be Happy! Smile! Sadness makes the world a darker place, it's scary and doesn't have a bathroom...DO IT FOR THE TOILETS!!!!"

YOU ARE OVERWHELMED BY THE SIMPLISTIC CUTENESS OF MY PETS!!!!!
Jens

That Poor Desk!!!

Well, we all make mistakes I suppose. I know I've made my share of similar blunders. That sort of error is very easy for me to Identify with. (if you have no Idea what I'm talking about, click the link in my title and then come back)
For the rest of you (and those of you who have returned)...I forgot what my point was. Oh well. I am way ahead writing poetry, I have three poems waiting to be shared, but I'm only going to show them one at a time. That's just to make sure people come back everyday...or something...

Anyway, the weekend ahead is a long one, no school monday. I look forward to it. I just hope I can get enough money....been having a little bit of trouble transferring it from my savings to my checking account. All should be better soon though.

And now for the obligatory commentary on the poem. You may remember a poem called "Obsession", It was one of the first poems posted on this blog, I have changed it's name slightly, it is now "Living In Rhyme (Obsession, Part I)" the reason for this is that I have turned it into a series of sorts. If you would like to reread it, click HERE. The following poem is a continuation of sorts. It also happens to have been written while I was in the process of fecating, seriously. I was sitting in the stal, the room across the hall was playing loud rap music, and I heard someone lose their temper and start yellin. Now you may ask "how is it that you happened to have your note book with you?" It's quite simple...I did that on purpose, I wanted to see what sort of inspiration I'd get (the first obsession was also written in a restroom....though that's not why they're in a series). And now, you can read:

Poem For A Restroom Wall (Obsession, Part II)

Sitting here in a bathroom stall
A word is written on the wall
A shout of anger from outside
I sit in here and try to hide

The rapper has his ghetto beat
My rhythm is the sound of feet
He speaks of life back in the slums
I dance to very different drums

Each poet has a style his own
One man may smile, another groan
Another laugh, another moan
And others are, as yet, unknown

I seriously think better in the restroom,
Jens

Dang I Miss Those Things!

I may stop posting links in my title regularly, it can be difficult to find one that matches the situation...I may actually go out this weekend. Of course, I'm still waiting for money, so maybe not. Yeah...well, apparently the jazz band needs trombones so it looks like I'll finally be getting off my lazy ass and doing something. That's probably a good thing. I'm actually looking forward to it. Although I need to try and find out when and where again as I have forgotten. Shouldn't be too hard...Well, I have another poem done, hope you enjoy it.

Train Of Thought

Life is love, Love is trust
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust
From whence ye came, Ye shall return
Death comes for all, None does he spurn

I'm on a train, The thinking kind
A train of thought, It's in my mind
Understanding hits, Cuts like a knife
If life is love, Then love is life

The whistle sounds, I've reached the station
The thoughst are quiet, At destination
The silence settles, Like a dove
Love is trust, So trust is love

Nowhere to be, Nowhere to go
Stay where I am, My thoughts now slow
In a world so full, Of pain and strife
Can we conclude, That trust is life?

Think very carefully before you try to answer that question. Can you truly live without ever trusting? Don't you trust the sun to come up every morning? No matter what, everyone has to trust on some level. And people who have trust issues usually aren't very happy with their lives...

Well that's food for thought,
Jens

A Tribute, A Homage, And A Whole New Spin On Things...

Well I finally finished that poem. And of course, after so many dry days...I end up with two. Well...almost, I need an ending for the second one, but that can wait a day or two. Um... nothing particularly important or interesting is happening in my life right now...Wish something would happen, but until it does, I'm just sittin here waiting. No rush really. This poem is kinda similar to "Pandora" in a few ways. The flow of topic is similar, but there are some differences. It's more about taking chances, and self sacrifice, than it is about general evil. But it has pretty much the same ending, the main difference being that it's more about the good things that can come from bad things... It just kind of flows together, Not one of my best, but I like it. Enjoy.

What Does Not Kill Us Makes Us Stronger

Once scorched
Twice burned
Thrice singed
Always spurned

Always hurt
Four times marred
Five times marked
Six times scarred

Love and lust
Lies and trust
Water and dust
Mud and rust

A burning hate
A twist of fate
A friendship lost
Don't count the cost

Watch the donut
Not the hole
The wood is cut
Before it's whole

What possible gain
Can come from pain
It starts to rain
Thought of a train

Though it's hard to see
Oft good there be
Wait patiently
With hope you're free

And yes, if you rearrange it it becomes "A train of thought", If you picked up on that by yourself, give yourself a pat on the back, or a cookie, or whatever
Oh and about the link in the title...Yeah, that's about how I feel right now...pass the comics Kristen, you which ones.

I seem to be obsessed with trains,
Jens