Dream Girl

Hey guys wow it has been a long time since i posted jsut so you guys know college is going great and the Lord is truly amazing. This one is kinda sappy but that is okay because only girls read my xanga anyway

written 9/26/04

Dream Girl

As I doze in and out of what I can only precieve to be reallity I cannont help but smile, but this time something is diffrent, this time when i shut my eyes too wonder into unconciousness, my body may be asleep but my my heart remains connected to my dreamgirl, who is in my arms finding her security in me even while I am at rest. To describe her to you, those who dont know her, would turn me into a fool for with my innacurate depictionof her, shewouldsound perfect. In my desribing her the perfection I laelher with is only a smal glimpse of the true person she is. Every thing about her is perfect to me. The way she runs her fingers through her hair only accents her perfect smile always accompanying it. Those few hair, long and straight, remain in front of her eyes perfectly asking me to gently brush them behinde her ear. The way she looks at me after I do so takes my breath away from me again, but it always feels like the first time. Standing, she looks up to meet my eyes she gives a look that becons my heart to run towards hers and as I step towards her the bliss of her kiss, soft and sweet makes me even more aware of the perfection in my arms. Slolwy moving them down her arms I place my hands in hers. Sight of her face becomes blurry to me as the moisture falls down my cheek I am overwhelmed by the senese of perfect completion. The thought the God woudl allow me to obtain and cherish another only draws me closer so him ad i get closer to her. So I sleep, her beauty in my arm, and her heart joined with mine. I wait for her to awaken me with a kiss but it never occurs. In fear i force myself back in my concious gray. My arms are empty my Dreamgirl gone. For that is all she has ever been to me, dream. The mirage of heart leads to the abandonment of joy, that, when called by reallity, ansewers with one word...ALONE!

Poem to College

Poem to College

Soon I start my college days

The fun is about to begin

The parties, friends are here to stay

And I need not say it again

Modern day hippies we will be

Growing our hair out long

Listening to music way to loud

And screaming along with the songs

Our parents say we dress too weird

But we all know they’re wrong

Every guy will grown a beard

And all the girls wear thon…flip flops

I only ask you to remember this much

About your college trends

All the books, and tests, and such

Won’t be that fun in the end.

Lately i have had a real bad case of writers block so i really haven't posted. SO i thought i would post one of my favorite poems for you guys to read.

written by William Herbert Carruth

Each in His Own Tongue

A fire-mist and a planet—

A crystal and a cell,

A jelly-fish and a saurian,

And caves where cave-men dwell;

Then a sense of law and beauty

And a face turned from the clod--

Some call it Evolution

And other call it God.

A haze on the far horizon,

The infinite, tender sky,

The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields,

And the wild geese sailing high;

And all over upland and lowland

The charm of the golden-rod,--

Some of us call it Autumn,

And others call it God.

Like tides on a crescent sea-beach,

When the moon is new and thin,

Into our hearts high yearnings

Come welling and surging in;

Come from the mystic ocean

Whose trim no foot has trod,--

Some of us call it Longing

And others call it God.

A picket frozen on duty,

A mother starved for her brood

Socrates drinking the hemlock,

And Jesus on the rood;

And millions who, who humble and nameless,

The straight, hard pathway plod,--

Some call it Consecration,

And others call it God.