I was set to 'kill time' in school today. Made sure my journal was packed neatly in my bag. But lo and behold, as I was set to write, my lovely pen was nowhere in sight, thus the silly prose poetry. Tsk.
Woe to the Writer
by: RJ
Woe to the writer who is caught without a pen,
When the train of thought starts flowing
He's but a helpless, crying baby in a hungry lion's den.
How else will he appease upset dragons breathing fire?
How can his words satisfy this insatiable desire?
How else will he rationalize, hypothesize or theorize
Streams of musings that go swiftly in between blinks of his eyes?
In earnest ramblings of metaphors? Pitiful twists, ironies in disarray?
In incomprehensible assertions -- all that cause the reader sure dismay.
The writer caught without a pen,
like a naked soldier amidst a fierce battle
Is left to either run, hide or foolishly surrender.
What to do then, pray tell, when all you have is the 'here and now'
And when neither yesterday nor tomorrow will ever soothe you somehow?
When there is no time to waste searching for an elusive pen
Lest the ideas before you fly in haste like silly men.
How does a writer write when mere fingers can barely make a line?
When what's in your head is sure to leave you in no time.
Woe indeed to the writer caught without his trusty pal,
When words come raining on a summer day's lull.
If he misses this chance, this one perfect trine,
Tomorrow might pass him without passion or rhyme.
How will he pocket letters, mix and match, confound and clarify?
When nothing seems a blessing but these words from on high?
Such waste of time, such waste of thought,
Such moving tragedy for a struggling, stupid moth.
A loss indeed, a loss in need.
For what glory does a knight have
apart from his noble steed?
As we shelve memories of 2009 and resolve to start anew in 2010, forget not "the good times and the bad you've seen and all the others in between..."
Happy New Year everyone! Let us remember each other and look forward to tomorrow with faith in love and in God.
Times of Your Life
by: Paul Anka
Good morning, yesterday
You wake up and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember?
The laughter and the tears
The shadows of misty yesteryears
The good times and the bad you've seen
And all the others in between
Remember, do you remember
The times of your life (do you remember)
Reach back for the joy and the sorrow
Put them away in your mind
The mem'ries are time that you borrow
To spend when you get to tomorrow
Here comes the saddest part
The seasons are passing one by one
So gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
Gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
Of your life
Of your life
Do you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life
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Declaration (Words and music: Jon Black)
The Bonus track on Jon Black's newest album, "Goodbye Golden Age".
He wrote this song after having a fire drill at his office job, and, as he stood outside the building, decided that a cubicle wasn't for him. That night, he went home and wrote this song, the next day, he quit his desk job to pursue his love for music.
You've got to be kidding me
This can't be what I'm made for
To wake up and fall in line
Never feel or taste more
So I'm staring at the ocean tide
With this wind surrounding me
Let the restlessness inside
Lead to life abundantly
We're living in a land
where we go through these motions
just like fools, just like slaves
bound up, and shackled in these chains
this is a declaration
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
It's routine that's robbing us
it's routine some live for
'Cause routine is safe and calm
Ah, but we could ride this storm
but we're buried here alive
and we've got ourselves to blame
and we'll never feel the sun
and we'll never feel the rain
We're living in a land
where we go through these motions
just like fools, just like slaves
bound up and shackled in these chains
this is a declaration
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
We're living in a land
where we go through these motions
just like fools, just like slaves
bound up and shackled in these chains
this is a declaration
This is a declaration
We want more
we want more
we want more
than this world can give
We want more then this world can give
We want more then this world can give.
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Doing All Right (by: Queen)
Words and music by Brian May and Tim Staffell
"Doing All Right" was written by Brian May and Tim Staffell while in the pre-Queen band, Smile. The song changes many times throughout, from light pop music to acoustic guitars and even contains a section that could only be referred to as heavy metal. This is one of the few Queen songs to feature Brian May on the piano. (source: Wikipedia)
Yesterday my life was in ruin
Now today I know what I'm doing
Got a feeling I should be doing all right
Doing all right
Where will I be this time tomorrow?
Jumped in joy or sinking in sorrow
Anyway I should be doing all right
Doing all right
Should be waiting for the sun
Looking round to find the words to say
Should be waiting for the skies to clear
There ain't time in all the world
Should be waiting for the sun
And anyway I've got to hide away
Yesterday my life was in ruin
Now today God knows what I'm doing
Anyway I should be doing all right
Doing all right
This is exactly why I like this P2 WordPress theme! I can update from the homepage so long as I'm logged in. Now, I don't have to bore and pester my Twitter friends whenever I have not-so-short-and-sweet thoughts. :) Freedom from the pressure of the dashboard and the long and winding road of editing through that console is usually what makes me rather lazy whenever I had something in mind that I wanted to write. The moment I see that screen, I dread at the thought of clicking on save -- which to me seems to take forever. This is a whole lot better.
Now, if only I can find a way to add a title to each rush post. Hmmm. I'll figure that out soon, I'm pretty sure. Well, I'm off to the real world now. Catch you later, virtual friends. Hey, whatcha up to today? :)
Many people wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
When I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
The flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
The joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Men themselves have wondered
what they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Now you understand
just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palms of my hands,
the need for my care.
Because I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's my mother and all your mothers
And my grandmothers and your grandmothers
And my great grandmothers and your greats
And my great greats
And yours
And all you women
And Me!
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