I'll say goodbye when It's time to say goodbye. I'll say hello as soon as I see you. This I promise. I'll wait patiently as long as it takes I'll stay here now as long as I can. This I promise. But I cannot promise to always be here I cannot promise to live forever, I will not promise to be a savior, all I am is a boy. I'll come there for you, with full force speeding towards you, I'll chase the stars and moon, and bring them down to our level just for you, I promise. ...

If I could hang my head, and just cry the truth, If I could sing instead, of look at you. You think you know me, are you really sure, Are you trying to hurt me, are your intentions pure? I have this confession here, on crumpled paper, I could say it here, or throw it to fire. It says something like this, " I feel I can not lose. But when you're around me, I come unglued. These emotions of mine, get in the way, and it seems time and time again, I have to say I don...

Cope for just a second. I know that it must be hard for you in your air-conditioning and in that Lexus of yours, up in suburbia. You complain about taking the dog out for a shit, and walking the trash down your 15 yard driveway. That's hard work, isn't it? I'd like to see you try, just try and lift this bucket of feed, or better yet, stack two loads of hay, you'd pass out and die because of all the fancy crap you eat. You? You're soft. Now that I've got your attention, s...

Wrote this because I have had to deal with some pretty ruthless people lately. To them, it doesn't matter what you do or who you are, but if you you're in the way, then you need to be removed in the most expedient way possible, even if that means you're left a little dead. Happy thoughts, eh? I have a question, perhaps you can answer, about you and your world with its cutthroat designs. What makes you feel that you, must tear down my dream-towers, my, self-concious desires to b...

Remember what I told you, back all that time ago, when I said I'd be here forever, and that I'd always? And remember that time, when I told you that I would protect you, that I cared about you, that I couldn't stand to see you hurt? Do you remember as well as I do? It seems like it was an eternity ago, but it turns out it's only been this short time. I only ask, because I thought I'd mention, that I heard the smile in your voice today. No small feat, I assure you; Now do...

I hear the song of consequence, I've heard it's music ever since, the day I said the words I said, the day I did the things I did. I hope you soon will realize, I've not pulled wool over your eyes, I'm just lost in all these bad dreams, I'm not the person to you I seem. I will continue on to be, the person you refuse to see, But no more will it haunt me, this tragic painful melody. So as we move on to anew, I have no regrets to give to you, I hope that soon you'll understa...

Today I stumbled across a Korean newsite that's written in English. That's fun. Running over to the cultural section of the paper/site I came across this article. Link Karaoke Bars Lose Favor in After-Hours Socializing The all-important after-work socializing of Korean office workers could see something of a quiet revolution as the focus shifts from pubs and karaoke bars to more salubrious gourmet restaurants and cultural events, if a survey by jobsearch site JobKorea is to...

It seems today my muse is burnt out, she doesn't want to talk to me, so all I can do is talk with you, and write fake poetry. It happens at times, I guess it's true, don't worry I'll be fine. and if things get bad I won't get sad, I'll probably just loose my mind. See this poetry thing is my release, I write to ward off stress. Don't act surprised at my muse's false demise, it's my fault I confess. She's overworked and underpaid, she doesn't get much sleep. She keeps the t...

This is where we cross the finish line. Ere the moon beams and the sun shines, we run, run run run, pant gasp sob It's done. The race is done. It looks as if somehow, we won, we won? no seriously did we? I don't believe it. I want a recount. Shouldn't we be racing to eternity claims us? Shouldn't we be running till we loose ourselves to the final page? Shouldn't we be fighting the tide until we float ashore? Life was meant to be a race, wasn't it? How can you win?...

It's been almost a year since I started blogging on JU. I love the points system and the recent articles and recent forum posts sections. They make it a lot easier to find good bloggers to read. Lately, even though our view points differ dramatically, I've been reading Myrrander's work, simply because he writes well, and brings up the other side that I sometimes may not want to hear, but need to hear. I think my worst problem with the blogging system presented by these two utilities is th...

I sing the song of man covered in band-aids, I sing the song of a recovering heart, I sing the song of the lost and frightened, I sing the song of the search party. Searching for a soul. I sing the song of beauty and love, I sing the song of overprotection, I sing the song of pain and retribution, I sing the song of a girl's broken heart. A broken, broken heart. I sing the song of a best friend, and the song of the best friend's girlfriend. I sing the requiem and the eulogy, ...

Step back, don't come any closer. I'm about to start a bloody revolution, over this process of intellectual evolution, You think you get smarter, but truly, you just become more gullible. And please don't get up in my face, because I definitely need my space. It's kind of sad that there is all this hatred, between the intellectual and those who are fated, to work their whole lives and not know that they need caviar and million dollar mansions, but it's a lesson in relatives, ...

I don't get it. What is in that book? What is in your mind that makes you think, that if you blow yourself up, and kill infidels, as you call us, you will be rewarded with virgin women? What kind of God demands the blood of babies and soldiers? What God orders you to destroy all others without your faith? For as I have heard countless times, in different words, you say, "Suffer not the heretic to live" But I've got plenty of living left to do.

This morning was another uneventful day at the farm... almost. It seems we have a new farm resident. He has been uncerimoniously named "White Chocolate" for reasons unknown to me, and I've been taking to calling him "Buddy". He seems to be a lab-husky or lab-chow mix, and he is a nice dog, for the most part. He likes to get into things, and he chases cars, and farm equipment. Not a good thing, especially since we're in the middle of hay season. The hay tedder especially can cause any livin...

It's the End of the line, don't forget the time, YOU forgot the largest part of your promise, and ended up with a lost life and a lost purpose. Don't forget the pain, and never forget your aims, YOU would have been a giant, except for the nagging reality of gravity. YOU were the last hope of a nation of disbelieving fools who ration, out their intelligence as if someday, they may run out. This song is total and utter clashing notes, discordant voices screeching their final ...