the bird,
it flies,
so high,
in the sky,
that the world,
looks small,
so small.
it flies,
past a tree,
a tall,
green tree,
standing alone,
and marks the beauty,
in life.
it glides,
past plants,
standing up,
on their own,
supporting berries,
and marks the beauty,
in life.
and it soars,
to the stars,
where it looks,
upon us,
knowing the future,
that will soon haunt us.
i have been studying, looking at several websites, watching interveiws, and reading books, and i have an idea. you know the alleged ufo sightings u keep hearing about? you ever wonder? i do. i think the area fifty-one is a testing site for the flying saucers that you hear about. it would be the beginning of the new space travel, better millitary advanteges, and the tech. would be invaluable.there is no fisical proof whatsoever, but its a pretty kool theory.
what about u?
I
The world cries big,
salty tears. It dovels
with closed eyes,
clutching its head
in its hands,
hiding its face.
It dreams
broken dreams,
remembers a past
that is dead, hoping
in a future
that will never come.
Cry, dear world,
big, salty tears.
Wrinkle your fault-lines
with trembling,
boil the seas.
And the stars ask:
"Who will come
and comfort
this big, blue world?"
II
Crucified today
my arms nailed back
stretched out to embrace
held back by your nails
My heart that beat to love
now bleeds my blood
nailed fast my feet
that tried to walk
the path of love and peace
The pain is an unending ocean
stretching before my weary,
dropping shoulders
pulling me away
while I'm nailed here to stay
Your slap in my face
still stings
because of memories
that remain;
the pain and shame
for you
So what would life be like without taste?
There are actually pros.
1. We wouldn't ever have cravings, because we wouldn't know what anything tasted like.
2. We wouldn't lament over that, because, again, we wouldn't know what taste would be like.
3. Unless someone was really hungry all the time, everyone would stay incredibly thin and (for the most part) healthy. I mean, think about it... fattening and sugary foods are only invented and eaten for our tastes, and if we couldn't taste, what's the point? Everyone would eat healthy food.
For all good things, all blessings
known, unknown,
past, present, and future—
I give thanks to You,
Ruler over all things
and Giver of all good gifts,
dear Lord.
For my family
who knows me best
and sustains me
when the weather of the world
turns ill.
For devoted friends
who remind me
that it is good to live
in fellowship with others.
For a home
with a floor, walls, and a roof
to keep out the rain
and seperate the In from the Out.
I tear at people’s hearts all of this day
I see people’s eyes watering
I killed brave men and women
I blow a sweet good-bye to the soldiers
I gave the world another sad child
I lift eyes like smoke
I pulled people together in a few simple hours
I feel the power of our people
I smell our victory
I die with the war, but I still live on
I taste red, white, and blue
I am September 11th.
Love is a fire,
that burns forever,
and now it marks,
how long we'll be together.
Love is a tower,
but it isnt frail,
it withstands,
the fastest gale.
It brought us together,
opend the door,
and left us wanting,
so much more.
but love isnt just roses,
it could be a mine,
that blows up mid-step,
leaving you scars to hide.
Ten days we were together
Nine times I held your hand
Eight times you said “I love you”, while
Seven times we danced
Six years had found me searching, while
Five I couldn’t understand
Four times I found you wandering
Three times I called you back
Two days you left me waiting, while
One night faded into black
What makes Frost so beautiful? She's like millions of little pearls clinging to the grass,
but when you reach down to pick one up,
It melts away from your hand.
But Frost is biting cold,
As are her companions, Snow and Ice.
Hail and Sleet sometimes comes to vist,
along with their daughter Frozen Rain;
Frost's husband is Fog, He usually accompanys her, Along with her freinds.
But They wouldn't be able to survive without their Mother, Winter