Me an Chad :D

The Four Storks

There were four great storks

That came from the north

Circled round my head

And settled thus forth.

Where do you come from?

I asked in denial

For surely such birds

Come but from the Nile

And the eldest of which

Had a beak long as time

Gave a long quivered "KA!"

And a toothless old smile.

We come from the Earth

He said, with small squinty eyes

We are the beginning of time.

When the universe converged,

we were the rhyme.

What did he say? I was caught unawares

I was staring at their wing span

A citizen unprepared.

We are but the seasons.

Winter is my name.

Spring is the youngest of us all

And Summer is the most tame.

If you want to see our colors,

Fall is the one to ask.

His plumage is of rainbows

A very noble task.

Baffled as much

By the talk and the banter

I looked upon the birds

And gave a bit of laughter

So why do you fly here

Of all places.

There is nothing for you here.

Old man winter has no season

And your tame summer has no fear.

Spring is but a faded thought

Like an antique picture

Lost and bought.

Fall came once to show his feathers

But lost them all

In a casino measure.

So I ask again old stork

For there is no use for you now.

Why do you come, and how?

It was not for your eyes

Or your eyes alone.

We come to take our nature back

For true beginnings are our throne.

Time it seems

Has forgot to turn

And your eyes it seems

Doth burn and yearn.

For something though you know not what

Something you forgot

Something you never bought.

And here we stand

Four storks on the fence.

One North, One South

One East, One West.

We are the direction.

We are the way.

We are the measure time forgot.

That you led astray.

poem

When your lying on your death bed

Atop stacks of gold piled high

Will you care whats beneath you

Or where your priorities lie

When all that's behind you

Lays buried in snow

And all that's in front

Is black and unknown.

Who's hand will you hold

Not the piles of gold.

Not the weeds in the garden

Or flowers in the snow.

The hand that you seek

will be too broken to show

Crying somewhere lonely

Deep in the acid soil

For which you sowed.

Don't let what's important

Whither black and grow cold

Lest the eve's final moments

Leeks acid from their seeds.

And the great size of your heart

Which I know to exist

Dies bitter and scared

Unloved and unaware.

poetic thoughts

the shadows of the world that lay
will pass
and on one morning the light of day will rise
at last.


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ode to a pot of boiling beans
worried that it would boil over
instead i can home
to the smell of burning.
ironic- the thought of the water
that needed pouring
charred the bodies
without the agua roaring.

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tiny little kitty
shakes her tail like so
looks at me
keen green eyes
giving me a show

what does she want?
i pence to please
bats her eyes
licks her tail
little pink paws
daftly still
so frail

waltzing up on the table
upon which
she's not really able
pushes me her eats.

why she wants nothing but the
2 calorie
Medley Temptation treats!

Thank you WalMart
for your supply
the cheap and affordable
little kitty prize.


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je suis fatigue.
bon nuit mes amis.
au revoir

*bows low*
*exits stage right. * lmao

A love poem for my friends

I go back to those moments
The memories we shared
Each time I feel lonely
Each time I feel scared.

I go back to those moments
We were riding so high
With my gelding and your mare
Over the dunes we did fly.
Leather bridles
and faux fur hats
We were the coolest cowgirls
You ever did pass.

Or do you remember
Sitting under the trees
Cherry blossoms falling
All around us were leaves.
How we laughed and we sketched
And the sun was just right
We'd dream on forever
Even through the night.

Then there was you
the Elusive Guide I grew to know
Growing up was the hardest
when our hearts were covered in snow.
Some fateful storm
pushed us together
And when the crying was passed
it was your smiles that made it better.

Yet another I know
Is way out in Georgia.
Stronger than most
I adore her so much
Uncle Sam came calling
and she did what was right
She put on those boots
And marched into the night.
Oh how I miss her
We used to sing
Cry up at the moon
Hear the echoes ring.

One is set on a boat over the ocean
A sailor's heart
Gave her great premonition
Eyes like the waves
Ever crashing against the rocks
I remember talking
and how in talking I would get lost.
For the Ocean is so grand
I can not comprehend
The depths that she wanders
Or the ropes she doth tend.

Even the one's I am forgetting to mention
Hold a place in my heart
This is intention.
I remember it all
My feelings deplored
Take the good with the bad
And my heart doth soar.
I see much love in my life
And for that I do pray
Not for the religion of all
But for religion the same.

May you all be strong
And weather this storm.
Nothing is forever.
I pray your hearts to soar.

And if ever you need
A guiding hand for the road
Won't you look up to the stars
And remember this moment
Remember the feeling
Of what we did know
And hold it close as you can
And don't ever let it go.

come on snow!

I need a miracle. I need it to freeze in Ely ...for the snow to fall.. for me to sculpt. How is a Snow and Ice competition supposed to work when it hasn't even been freezing???! Oy.

I am so excited. Not only that, but I get to see one of my best friends of all time! Love you Sariah! The count down is on! 2 weeks!!!!

http://weburbanist.com/2009/12/08/snow-sculptures/

UPDATE: Ice and Fire competition was cancelled. Apparently, there is no snow :\

The Tale of the Christmas Kitty

It was a few months back when I first started noticing evidence of an intruder in my house. It would go away for awhile and come back to broken cups and rolls of toilet paper tossed onto the floor. A while more, and I started noticing cat poo in unexpected parts of the house. Some time passed and I realized that this vagabond cat wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. The messes got bigger and the droppings kept coming. What was first only a minor annoyance was quickly becoming a problem I would need to deal with.

But, like most things, events and people, I ignored it. Not really intentionally, I was just really busy. Does the story sound familiar? The mysterious little kitty that I KNEW was sneaking into my house would have to stay that way. After all, if I wasn't living there, then it seemed fair if something else did. Which isn't saying that I didn't TRY to find the dang thing. I looked everywhere- upstairs, downstairs, in the cupboards, in the attic, up the bookshelf, in the bathtub, behind the stove, in the crawl spaces...etc etc. It just so happens that for months, the only true evidence I had that the cat even existed was the little haphazard paw prints which started showing up everywhere. Indeed, they taunted me at every turn.

One time, I mistakenly left a container filled with dog food there. Magically enough, little muddy paw prints were found all over the lid running off into the kitchen.

One time I saw it right after it snowed as it dodged into my house and into its mysterious hiding spot. The prints left in the snow looked like it was caused by weighted feathers.

Once I caught a glimpse of her sitting on the window sill as I was coming into the house. I stared at her contemplating whether or not to open the door, because I knew the moment that I did, she would run off and escape. So for about 15 minutes she caught my eye and we had a stare off (which by the way....is a silly thing to do with cats. They always win!). I remember these giant green saucers of eyes just looking at me. I thought, wow this cat either half wild or half crazy. If there wasn't a wall and a window between us I felt certain that she would have jumped at my throat. Needless to say, I eventually had to break and go inside the house. Like I had expected, she jumped off and ran away faster than I could catch her.

But then I hatched a plan. There were only two possible ways that she was getting upstairs into the house. The first was through the vent in the living room and the second was in the utility room where she was sneaking around the panel underneath the bathtub. Well I thought I would be clever and seal off the route to the bath tub and then she would either be upstairs or down in the basement. I asked my mom to help me, and the plan was to isolate her location and then to catch her.

Something went wrong though. I sealed off the bathtub route and we proceeded to check the entire house and basement for the little kitty. But there was no kitty to be found. After 3 hours of searching we gave up. I figured that she must have found another escape, one that we did not know about.

A few days went by and my mom came to me. "We NEED to find that cat. Maybe it's trapped somewhere."

And then it dawned on me...what if there was no escape route from the bathtub. What if when I closed it off, I really sealed her inside! The thought terrified me. I grabbed my shoes and my mom and we sped off for the house.

Once we got there I immediately went to the bathroom panel and pried it free with a screw driver. Laying there curled around a pipe was this little grey furball, cold and unmoving.

Oh no. "Mom, she's dead." I said as I went to pull her body up. Her legs were wrapped in such a way that I thought I would break them pulling her up. I had tears welling up in my eyes as I finally pried her free. She was dead, and it was all my fault. I left her there to die in a cold, dark hole before Christmas.

But then something wonderful happened. The poor thing lifted up her head and tried to meow...not having the energy she quickly collapsed again in my arms.
"SHES ALIVE!"
And my mom grabbed her, "We need to get her to the vet NOW or she IS going to die."
Soon we were speeding away going to the vet. The whole time my mom was saying, "Oh no, I don't think she's going to make it. She's too cold!"
But I refused. "No, she has to make it."
As we handed her to the vet tech, I knew that there was a good possibility that she wouldn't. They said they would do the best they could, but in all reality, she was half dead. There was nothing left to do but pray and hope. Only time would tell what her fate would be.

As fate would have it though, she made a miraculous recovery. What was immediately uncertain going into the vet's office came to 180 degree about turn by the next morning. They didn't think she would survive the night, but in the morning she was up eating food and using the litter box.
WHAT? Is this the same kitten I found yesterday clinging to life? Why yes. The force is especially strong with this one. A week later and she is still severely emaciated, but she has this cute little pudge belly that is forming. She is even taking to dry food and hissing at my dog (Ani looks at me as if to say,"Mom, must we really bring in ANOTHER animal?") To which I have to reply, yes. This is the tale of the Christmas Kitty, which we thought to be dead but whom we brought back to life.
I named her Lucy.