ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

You'll never guess
you'll never be able to say
You'll never ever ever guess
what I've done today.

I didn't ride an elephant,
or dive to ships sunk deep,
I didn't climb a mountain,
I didn't even sleep.

I didn't chase a butterfly,
or sail the seven seas,
I didn't swing from branches high,
or eat broccoli and cheese.

I didn't herd some buffalo,
or run across the world,
I didn't make a daisy chain,
or wave a flag unfurled.

CHESS WALTZ

The King and Queen were arguing
about which way to go,
the pawns were dancing all around,
and running to and fro.

The Knights were sleepy,
the Rooks were sad,
so when the Bishops pushed on past,
both were feeling bad.

Across the squares the Pawns did skate,
The Bishops chasing after,
While Knights, now wide awake,
shouted, "faster! Faster!"

The Rooks dodged left,
the Rooks dodged right,
but there they went--
straight through the fight!

A paradox of sorts,
came to me today,
and said that I could earn one wish,
just hear what he would say.

I agreed, and said,
go, speak it now,
and tell me whatever you like,
so with a grin and a bow,

He said, "I went a-walking,
and met a very odd sight,
two men among the barley-stalks,
had got into a fight.

Said one, 'come now,
it can't be done!'
the other said, 'Indeed!' Until
came I, along the road, to spoil all the fun

Today...I am thinking about acting and performing. I just watched the special features of a movie that I enjoy--Stardust--and they were discussing the making of the film. One of the actors commented "When you're acting, giving it your best effort makes it so much better and worth it."

I absolutely love being on stage and giving it my best effort. It really does make it that much more worth it. Today, as I was thinking about acting and watching various different actors perform magnificently, I suddenly blurted out to myself "To heck with teaching! I'm going to act!"

Stand at the doorway--
("wait your turn!")
Poised to run--
("Look out!")
Dashing off,
headlong down the hall--
("here I go!")
One giant leap,
arms outstretched to each side,
eyes closed,
Whump!
Open your eyes,
("I did it, see?")
Hop off the chair again,
("Now you try")
And scurry back down the hall,
to continue to practice
this very important skill.
Then Mom comes in,
("just be careful...")
and says, if you don't break the couch,
or any of your bones,

This look in my eyes is a desperate glance in the dark
No weight on my shoulders, but it’s like an anvil to the heart
I can’t find my answers if I don’t know what to ask
I can’t fill my need until I know what I lack
It’s so hard to hold on when the silence is all I hear
Right when I need your arms around me, I find no faith that you are near
It doesn’t just seem like yesterday when everything was fine
How suddenly I’ve lost the joy I thought was mine
Stuck in this confusion, my truth becomes a lie

One of my first songs ever. I started to write a poem, and the music started playing in my head, so call it lyrical poetry or call it a song, here it is. Dedicated to my old family.

I'm lookin' into those glassy eyes
of my family in that photograph
from a few years back.
The picture's worn and nearly black,
but I can still see our faces,
smiling as the camera flashed.
And I wonder when,
when we all grew up.

I mean to write any story idea that pops into my head. Some will probably be a little lame. But whatever. :)

The floor is marble, polished gleaming black
And in it move the shadows of a hundred sparkling gowns
Accompanied by suits of courtly trim.

And I, I stand aside, twixt marble colonnade
To watch: the ever moving, perfect stepping flow
And flawless, smiling faces beneath the chandeliers

Of those who dance to melancholy music:
A tune of faded roses and anguished, fever dew*
Which swirls about the lofty, dreamy room

“Got it!” I exclaim to everyone else’s consternation at the dinner table. I bolt from my chair, down the hall, take a flying right turn into my bedroom, grab some paper, scribble madly—rats, my pen is out of ink!—find another pen, scribble madly, and calmly walk back to the dinner table. Everyone is still staring at me, mouths handing to the table.
“What was that?” My dad asks.