Weblog

Monday, 16 November 2009

  • Currently
    Power of One Worship Leader Edition
    By Israel Houghton
    U R Loved
    see related

    A Quest or Two

    I grabbed a couple sheets of blank, white paper and my red sharpie, and wrote out a list of my goals and stapled it to the back of my door.

    Day-to-Day:

    Running
    Physics Reading
    Study SATs
    Practice Guitar
    Karate (3x a week)
    Maintain marks
    7 hour sleep
    Workout (sit-ups, push-ups, etc.)
    Blog
    Write poetry (or as Egypt suggested, songs)
    Keep my room clean (this is a HARD ONE!)
    Daily Devos

    Short-Term:
    Buy:
     A new gi
     Bedroom furniture
     Baking supplies for Christmas
    Work a couple days for funds
    YL Christmas Worship conversation?
    Class reunion
    Re-expand music through Jango/Pandora
    Put up corkboard in room
    Hang up everything else that needs to be

    Long-Term:
    Nationals
    Lose 10 pounds (get in shape FOR nationals)
    Try to lose the bbt bet with Sayso
    Downsize drastically

    This was STEP ONE in getting organized
    I don't even want to think about what step two is

    cuesavvyout
    (I got a nice thanksgiving poem coming out for you, just gotta type it out)

Friday, 23 October 2009

  • Currently
    Yolanda Live in Washington
    By Yolanda Adams
    The Battle Is the Lord's
    see related

    What is There to Write About?

    I suppose I'll continue to flex my poetry muscle. As I've said before, I've always enjoyed it; and, without trying to sound conceited, I'm not half bad (I hope). Any of the poetry I DO post on here is most likely in the editing process unless further noted. You'll really have to get on me to actually finish.

    Dee - Thought I'd fill you in on what you missed in Senpai ShortButStacked (forever known as SBS)'s class.
    We did the usual warm up routine, but for basics, instead of going straight through basics and through kata, we did the basics related to each kata, and then followed with the kata. We went up to kihon kata san. The rest was normal class. Midget and KataKid were working their butts off as per usual, and there was no Mah Jong. So it was a good class. Kidding. I don't mind him there.

    On another note, wanna tell me when that cute navy dress goes on sale? =D

    My good friend Abel has set his head down and worked his way through the past couple months. Juggling school, work, church, as well as trying to stay in shape (something he's increasingly aware of how affected his body is by this), he's making a real effort. He's happy though. He loves his job, school; everything he does. Passion that isn't ebbed by his apparent lack of sleep. I envy him for that. =]

    Once again, Egypt has saved my pride in code names. After much deliberation, the next character to be added to this increasingly disjointed blog, is Enzyme. Now, how I got to know Enzyme is a bit of a story (actually it's very intertwined with the Schroeder story, which I forgot to finish now that you mention it...hm), but she is an awesome person, and lately, I've been spending my spare time with her. Since everyone else is busy achieving stuff. I recently had another rare Skype session (yeah, don't use it that much) with both of us on her computer, talking to Egypt. A questionable conversation, we talked about everything, from the hockey game to milking the bull (what?). It was fun.

    Going off on a tangent, my birthday is coming up in a few months, and I wouldn't mind having a nice soiree. Any ideas?

    Jeezum crow, I'm sore. I think I'll go lie down!

    cuesavvyout


Thursday, 08 October 2009

  • Currently
    Billy Talent
    By Billy Talent, Billy Talent
    Nothing to Lose
    see related

    At the Top (In Editing Process)

    The morning tram is always packed
    Nine to five at its best
    Quiet car, quiet dreams
    Slowly crushed by what is

    What could’ve been died with
    What should’ve been when you
    Woke up and decided that it was
    Simply too much

    When you were a child
    You had the world within
    Your eye, your hand, your heart
    But you outgrew it

    Or rather the world outgrew
    You as your eyes saw more
    And your hand grew larger
    And your heart shrunk

    What could’ve been died with
    What should’ve been when you
    Woke up and decided that it was
    Simply too much

    Isn’t it funny that as insync
    As you are by those who
    Sing the same songs
    You can’t sing a duet?

    All crushed together on the
    Morning tram, dreamless
    Toneless, without a tune
    Devoid of a harmony at heart

    What could’ve been died with
    What should’ve been when you
    Woke up and decided that it was
    Simply too much

    The morning tram the
    Middle ground
    Don’t you know there’s
    More  r o o m  at the top?

    You could’ve been there
    You should’ve been there
    But you woke up and decided
    That I was simply not much

    So here I flit and flutter
    And slip beneath the folds of
    Each ragged net you cast
    That you call dreamcatchers
    Remnant of what was
    And could’ve been

    cuesavvyout
    (inspiredbytheBigShow'spost)

Monday, 05 October 2009

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

  • Currently
    Skin Tight
    By The Ohio Players
    Heaven Must Be Like This
    see related

    Thank You, First Baptist

    I went out to the lighthouse,
    Because I made some friends.
    The building was a beacon,
    I thought, for odds and ends.

    La femme lived in the tower,
    And opened up her heart.
    The landlords disagreed,
    And pressured her in part.

    By now my heart was filled,
    With a joy I'd never known.
    But the day she moved away,
    Was the day my faith would slow.

    The lighthouse became empty,
    The things she left tossed out.
    The landlords had moved in,
    And brought no love to move about.

    The children that they had,
    Were good in heart and soul.
    But modeled after their parents,
    It seemed they didn't have much to show.

    By now two years had passed,
    Since la femme had taken leave.
    And the lighthouse still stood on,
    But was crumbling at the eve.

    The kids who spent their night there,
    No longer came to stay.
    The landlords, in fact, were boring,
    And the setting wasn't gay.

    They liked to talk a lot at you,
    But could not relate.
    The soul was slowly crushed,
    The will was lost to debate.

    I went out to the lighthouse,
    Because I gave a damn.
    I didn't want to see it fall,
    Into the waves, a sham.

    Last week I went to the seaside,
    And swam out for a while.
    I looked back and then I saw,
    My Father on the isle.

    I looked beyond His stance,
    And saw to my disgrace,
    The lighthouse which had lost its light,
    And felt my heart then break.

    I went out to the lighthouse,
    To try to make it change.
    To build it up and illuminate,
    The things God had it made.

About Me

  • As long as I come in on my cue, you'll learn a little about me with each post.

Weblog Archives

Don't worry - your calendar is here… to see it in action just click "Save" above and refresh the page.