" 'It was January, and the weather was beautiful; the beautiful sunny winter weather that has more charm than in the summer-time, because it is unexpectied, and crisp, and you know it won't, it can't, last long. It's like a windfall, like a godsend, like an unexpected piece of luck.'" (Conrad 101) Youth
" 'It was not my strength that needed nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing." Heart of Darkness
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
The Stoid Will Be Uprooted
How does it feel to be replaced?
It happens so fast and without notice,
but a foul wind can come any minute
and uproot you from the stolid
make your heart become solid.
Why do things have to be replaced?
Aren't your friends supposed to stick up for you?
Are the promises you make to one another just a game,
because no matter what you may say,
we all seem to go back on your promises at one point or another,
We really aren't real in front of one another,
Why does your best friend have the best opportunity to hurt you?
When does this feeling heal?
How do we ameliorate what others scar,
people seem to blindly or viciously hurt others,
they are ruthlessly faithful,
There heart may be wonderful.
In the eye who denies to heal?
It happens so fast and without notice,
but a foul wind can come any minute
and uproot you from the stolid
make your heart become solid.
Why do things have to be replaced?
Aren't your friends supposed to stick up for you?
Are the promises you make to one another just a game,
because no matter what you may say,
we all seem to go back on your promises at one point or another,
We really aren't real in front of one another,
Why does your best friend have the best opportunity to hurt you?
When does this feeling heal?
How do we ameliorate what others scar,
people seem to blindly or viciously hurt others,
they are ruthlessly faithful,
There heart may be wonderful.
In the eye who denies to heal?
Who are you really?
What have you really felt?
Why don't I know?.....anymore???
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Hierarchy
Humans; are they inherently good
Friends; are they a myth
I reflect on life now and I look at all the friends in my life. Most of these friends have ether moved away, became untrustworthy, or found some other person in life that they felt was more important and started to ignore me. Why is it that humans go through this constant path of friends. Why can I see to find anyone that can be my friend and no leave me in the cold? I am sick of this freezing cold. I hate this cold, and every time I get out of it, the temperature drops lower with a obstacle of some sort.
The worst thing a friend can do to someone is ignore them over someone else.
....Selfishness.....Uncontrolled......Hurtful......Ostrasizing.....Mean Spirited......Blind.....
Why can people seem to have a group of friends without defining their friendship in a hierarchy?
Life seems to just be a rise and fall of kings and queens; why?.....simply WHY?
Friends; are they a myth
I reflect on life now and I look at all the friends in my life. Most of these friends have ether moved away, became untrustworthy, or found some other person in life that they felt was more important and started to ignore me. Why is it that humans go through this constant path of friends. Why can I see to find anyone that can be my friend and no leave me in the cold? I am sick of this freezing cold. I hate this cold, and every time I get out of it, the temperature drops lower with a obstacle of some sort.
The worst thing a friend can do to someone is ignore them over someone else.
....Selfishness.....Uncontrolled......Hurtful......Ostrasizing.....Mean Spirited......Blind.....
Why can people seem to have a group of friends without defining their friendship in a hierarchy?
Life seems to just be a rise and fall of kings and queens; why?.....simply WHY?
Friday, January 12, 2007
Who is Tim
" ' ...Yet the moment is here to fly again. Not just home, not just yet; but fly into the storm.' " (Maguire 298), Liir, Son of A Witch
This week school has been same old, same old. I have Tim's birthday party to go to tomorrow and here is a poem I wrote for his birthday card.
P.S. Please bear with me for they're some inside jokes :)
Tim is a man of many different trades.
Tim is a man whose spirit never fades.
Tim is an architect who dreams in the night.
Tim is someone one would cal eccentric at first sight.
Tim is an artist whose paintings inspire.
Tim will eat cheese balls, no matter when they expire.
Tim is a set designer whose set blows people away.
Tim sometimes dreams of having a Mi Thai at a café.
Tim can be a genius of structural integrity and design.
Tim can be blond and can mess up some of the time.
Tim loves to cook French meals and deserts.
Tim is the one with paint on most his shirts.
Tim has a goal which is simple, yet unique throughout this land.
Tim doesn’t share this dream with “the Shaw’s announcer” or Joan Chamberland.
Tim’s dream is to make other people smile,
to look at his work and forget life for awhile.
By teaching me so much, even though he may not see
Tim has made his dream reality for me.
Happy Birthday Tim and remember to keep dreaming. Your dreams are what has gotten me so into art; thank you!
~Richard
This week school has been same old, same old. I have Tim's birthday party to go to tomorrow and here is a poem I wrote for his birthday card.
P.S. Please bear with me for they're some inside jokes :)
Tim is a man of many different trades.
Tim is a man whose spirit never fades.
Tim is an architect who dreams in the night.
Tim is someone one would cal eccentric at first sight.
Tim is an artist whose paintings inspire.
Tim will eat cheese balls, no matter when they expire.
Tim is a set designer whose set blows people away.
Tim sometimes dreams of having a Mi Thai at a café.
Tim can be a genius of structural integrity and design.
Tim can be blond and can mess up some of the time.
Tim loves to cook French meals and deserts.
Tim is the one with paint on most his shirts.
Tim has a goal which is simple, yet unique throughout this land.
Tim doesn’t share this dream with “the Shaw’s announcer” or Joan Chamberland.
Tim’s dream is to make other people smile,
to look at his work and forget life for awhile.
By teaching me so much, even though he may not see
Tim has made his dream reality for me.
Happy Birthday Tim and remember to keep dreaming. Your dreams are what has gotten me so into art; thank you!
~Richard
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Boulevard Hate
" 'Memory is part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our heart pumping.It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work, too: it keeps us who we are.It is the influence that keeps us from frying off into separate pieces...' " ~Candle Son of a Witch
Life goes on! This past week has been full of homework, key club, painting, and connection. It has also redefined the known.
Where are you?
Are you inside a forest in the mist,
or in a office on Avenue B?
Why do all these images don't perfectly represent,
what I need to see?
Should I save myself?
What good will that do
if when I save myself there is nowhere else to go.
I still answer the questions
that I really do not know.
Should life be so desperate.
No one can usurp my self;
and still I feel I must defend with all I have,
which isn't anything but a glass of insecurity.
What is there really to save?
Insignificance and ignorance must be bliss
because being on the outside is
rewarding with loneliness.
I don't know what my true intentions are;
can you guess?
On my fifth stanza
and yet I feel no less or more.
When I find you I will emancipate.
When I find you...
First path to follow: Boulevard Hate.
Life goes on! This past week has been full of homework, key club, painting, and connection. It has also redefined the known.
Where are you?
Are you inside a forest in the mist,
or in a office on Avenue B?
Why do all these images don't perfectly represent,
what I need to see?
Should I save myself?
What good will that do
if when I save myself there is nowhere else to go.
I still answer the questions
that I really do not know.
Should life be so desperate.
No one can usurp my self;
and still I feel I must defend with all I have,
which isn't anything but a glass of insecurity.
What is there really to save?
Insignificance and ignorance must be bliss
because being on the outside is
rewarding with loneliness.
I don't know what my true intentions are;
can you guess?
On my fifth stanza
and yet I feel no less or more.
When I find you I will emancipate.
When I find you...
First path to follow: Boulevard Hate.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
A Grudge Lost In The Ties
"The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected all the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood." ~Emerson
The quote above is a quote I took from a passage we read in English today; I found connection with its meanings. Life has been a roller coaster of ups and downs lately from all of Christmas vacation to back to school. Everything is everywhere, yet I can't seem to get nowhere. All in all I have a lot of art to do, and a lot of homework so I am just going to continue with the poem.
What is a grudge,
but a memory of the pain,
forgiveness is lost,
all that is left is a stain,
Should people part,
when they don't want to converse,
should they be able to totally separate,
from connection, from this verse,
Why do you involve yourself,
when he only uses you,
yet you are so innocent,
you forgive, you are true,
I probably should forgive,
I just can't seem to forget,
about all the times I forgave,
all the time that I spent,
hurt, anger, forgiveness, repeat,
I did that for so long,
I can not express this any more,
through thesis or through song,
I just want to disconnect,
from the need to forgive,
so I don't have to follow,
the "repeat" direction again; I relive,
you are so innocent
you are so true,
you have given me so much,
what does he have to give you,
I don't want to cut your ties,
I just don't understand,
why after all he has done,
why do you still give him your hand?
What is the difference between being right and a grudge,
why must our past have ties,
what should I do forgive and repeat,
our continue to get these phantom-filthy eyes.
What will happen if I cut these lost ties.
The quote above is a quote I took from a passage we read in English today; I found connection with its meanings. Life has been a roller coaster of ups and downs lately from all of Christmas vacation to back to school. Everything is everywhere, yet I can't seem to get nowhere. All in all I have a lot of art to do, and a lot of homework so I am just going to continue with the poem.
What is a grudge,
but a memory of the pain,
forgiveness is lost,
all that is left is a stain,
Should people part,
when they don't want to converse,
should they be able to totally separate,
from connection, from this verse,
Why do you involve yourself,
when he only uses you,
yet you are so innocent,
you forgive, you are true,
I probably should forgive,
I just can't seem to forget,
about all the times I forgave,
all the time that I spent,
hurt, anger, forgiveness, repeat,
I did that for so long,
I can not express this any more,
through thesis or through song,
I just want to disconnect,
from the need to forgive,
so I don't have to follow,
the "repeat" direction again; I relive,
you are so innocent
you are so true,
you have given me so much,
what does he have to give you,
I don't want to cut your ties,
I just don't understand,
why after all he has done,
why do you still give him your hand?
What is the difference between being right and a grudge,
why must our past have ties,
what should I do forgive and repeat,
our continue to get these phantom-filthy eyes.
What will happen if I cut these lost ties.
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