What's The Word That's Burning Into Your Heart?

Pieces of Me

2007-12-02T22:42:00.000-08:00

Sorry for the depressing title, sorry for never updating, sorry for my life, sorry for what I did, so sorry for this semester.

Everything will be better, right?

It's Christmas and my birthday, so no complaints.

Everything is getting better.

I have been trying to dole out this story. If I like it I might post it. Just for you Andy.

CT

Look to the Skies

2007-08-15T14:33:00.001-07:00

Over the past week or two I have been working hard, at Clark's and not so hard at Barnes and Noble. The latter is finished with, and I am attempting to take advantage of the discount for another week longer.

I saw Sunshine and Stardust and both were great movies that are must sees, but you could probably rent them.

Sunshine was written off by some critics that I read because they felt there was not much going on. I was appalled. These people call themselves movie critics, and yet they do not even notice the human interactions and motivations behind everything that is going on. A movie that is able to show character development and change is a excellent movie.

The plot line follows that a team of "Earth's last hope" must place a bomb "the size of Manhattan inside the sun in order to reignite it. This of course saves the world from a solar winter. I admit, that seems like a complicated version of Armageddon or something like that, but I also ensure you that this movie is nothing like that.

Sunshine intrigues it's audience by defining the characters in the film. Complications occur making the mission seem even more impossible.

The turns of the plot are not anything unpredictable, but if you enjoyed Armageddon, Alien or the anything from director Danny Boyle (Trainspotting and 28 Days Later), Cillian Murphy (28 Days Later and Red Eye) and um, Chris Evans (Human Torch from Fantastic Four) this movie is worth checking out.

Stardust is worth blogging about just simply because it is a successful adult fairy tale, adapted by author Neil Gaiman (all I know is that he has written a couple of comics). Of course if that description does not intrigue you then please continue reading because the movie is so much more than that. I was excited by Claire Danes and Robert De Niro (playing a gay pirate), and was pleasantly surprised by the outcome. Not much I can say about the quality. It was not "OMG" (but Amanda loved it), but it was fun and something that I want for my dvd collection. The beggining was rushed which is understandable since it was an adaptation. With comedy, adventure and of course a little heartfelt sadness and romance, the movie kept me at the edge of my seat.

Sunshine- 8/10
Stardust- 6/10

CT

small, quick or painful. words that can describe my sex life.

2007-08-02T21:09:00.001-07:00

Working too much.

Getting sick.

Working while sick.

I am dying too quickly.

Things of interest:

Dark Knight Teaser is online.
Starbucks raised their prices.
The new Blueberry and Creme Frap. is amazing

Led Zeppelin is somehow keeping me alive.

But, yea Andy's right I should post more.

CT

Review for Waitress

2007-06-16T11:07:00.000-07:00

Dear ______,

In case you did not know, Waitress writer/director Adrienne Shelly was murdered shortly after the completion of the movie. This is all that I knew going into the film. I had no idea that she had starred in it as Dawn, one of two of Keri Russel's friends. Despite the drowning morbidity that always seems to follow when seeing a movie by some one who died shortly after (Eyes Wide Shut), the movie was very well made. This out of nowhere indie flick that had somehow made it out to Grapevine, TX, encompassed yet again, a baby theme. Starring Keri Russell and a wide range of pies, Waitress illustrates to us the truths and sadness that becomes kindred to having an abusive relationship.

A quick plot summery for Waitress says something like: a women in an abusive realtionship finds her self pregnant with the baby of her hateful husband. As the nine months continue she finds happiness through her friends, sex through her gynocolgist and strength through her child.

Although this does encompass much of the movie, Waitress shines as something more. As the film progresses writer/director Sheely's heart becomes more apparant. That is what makes the movie stand on its own, heart. This element shines through the colorful atmosphere, unique camera angles and the overall story. The actors know what makes this movie great and give all of their own hearts for the cause.

The impecable reality of the situations in the movie make it a movie worth seeing as we drown on for yet another sequel filled two weeks (Ocean's 13 and Fantastic Four 2). This movie may not be worth the money at the box office, but at the same time it is a great movie to rent and maybe even own.

I give this movie a 7 out of 10.

Craig Terry

Review of The Last King of Scotland: "Nicholas you are my closest advisor!"

2007-06-14T17:19:00.000-07:00

Dear ______,

Imagine two people sticking two hooks on either side of your body, and each one taking turns pulling. That is what The Last King of Scotland makes you feel throughout the movie. The self-proclaimed Last King of Scotland, Idi Amen, is played by now Oscar winner, Forrest Whitaker. You may recognize the name from playing the best friend in many movies including Phenomenon, or maybe as the detective in Phone Booth. Do you remember now? Throw that all out the window. The performance given throughout The Last King of Scotland proves how unbelievably underrated this actor really is. Taking home an Oscar for his leading role, Whitaker steals the audiences love and hate, happiness and sadness.

The Last King of Scotland may show one of the best performances I have ever seen, but it also is a two thumbs up movie. The story is bipolar in itself, and forces the audience to feel pity, sadness and shock. Whitaker's character changes from a very joyful man to the most vile person on screen all in the snap of mosquito's wing.

We follow as newly certified doctor Nicholas Garrigan, played by extremely strong actor James McAvoy (who you might recognize as the fawn from Narnia), spins a globe and randomly finds himself in Uganda where he hopes to help as many people as possible. After the newly appointed President Amen gets slightly injured, McAvoy, being the nearest doctor, attends to him. This leads to be a great friendship of love and lies that strives the movie forward.

If you look close enough you can see the amazing relationships and the reasons for every single action in the movie. The characters are so carefully defined by the writers and actors that the chiseled statues actually have underlying motives for everything. Don't blink when you watch this movie you might miss the underlying factors that tend to pop up on you by the end of the movie.

I can not give enough praise for this amazingly thought out film. The plot line is shocking. The gore is pleasant. The twists are there. If the performances were not so amazing I would call this a Horror flick that takes you through your favorite emotional roller coaster.

I give this movie a 9 our of 10.

Craig Terry

Review of Knocked Up

2007-06-12T13:57:00.000-07:00

Dear _______,

Recently over the weekend I watched the new hit (and it is a hit) comedy from writer and director of 40 Year Old Virgin and Producer of such critically acclaimed TV Series as Freaks and Geeks and Undeclared, Judd Apatow. Not a follower of any of the series' or a huge massive fan of 40 Year Old Virgin, I was completly knocked down by Knocked Up.

As everyone has made clear, the couple of Seth Rogen and Katherine Heigl are completly unbelievable. Until you see the movie. I was blown away by the chemistry between the unlikely couple. The actors were able to play off each other to create an effective audience driven desire to become emotionally involved with their relationship, like they were your best friends that finally got together after many years. But the chemistry does not stop there. According to an interview on NPR's Fresh Air, Seth Rogen and all of his roommates are all as much friends on the screen, as off. This provides for excellent jokes and improv which really show what Apatow's directing is all about. Seth Rogen and his friends joke about some of the nastiest things ever heard in a movie, but at the same time it captures what that character's life is about: the want for sex, pot and starting up a celebrity porn site akin to Mr. Skin.

With that let me tell you that the best part of Knocked Up is that it is real. With as many F-bombs dropped, and disgusting things talked about, it has been agreed that Knocked Up captures what being a twenty year old in this day and age is about. Apatow writes the truth of the realities, emotions and responsibilities that effect a couple when an unexpected baby is due, or even just a baby. This really makes the movie shine. So many of the movies that come to theaters are sent out to a supposedly dumbed down audience, but Knocked Up leads the way in creating movies that are more smart and interesting to the common audience.

What may make you stand offish is the plot line. Two people have one night stand, Katherine Heigl's character decides to keep it. Then the plot line follows the two people on a roller coaster of pitfalls of both relationship and baby expecting. Does not sound to much different from a movie like Nine Months, except this is a one night stand. But the real difference is yet again the reality of the characters and plot. Another fantastic writing choice by Apatow, was placing Paul Rudd and Leslie Manning (Apatow's wife) as a comparison of what Rogen and Heigl's relationship might become. This makes the movie about the joys, realities and yet again the responsibilities that entail having a baby. Not concentrating the aspect of the film on the baby allows the characters in Knocked Up to have actual faults and a full character arc, unlike majority of the movies that grace our screen these days.

The supporting actors Paul Rudd and Leslie Manning are the people that steal the show though. The comedy that ensues through these characters drive the movie forward. By showing the present and future comparison, the characters reach a full arc, and so does the movie.

This movie is the most intelligent comedy I have seen in a long time, and for that aspect alone, it deserves praise. During a summer of Threesomes (Spiderman, Shrek, Oceans and Pirates) Knocked Up stands alone in my movie of the year category.

I give this movie a 10 out of 10.

Craig Terry

Movie Trailors, The must sees.

2007-06-10T10:12:00.000-07:00

Dear _____,

30 Days of Night- http://tinyurl.com/2wjzsf

American Gangster- http://tinyurl.com/27rc5t

I Am Legend- http://tinyurl.com/2lh9dk

I am very excited about each and every one of these movies. Hopefully Josh Hartnett will not botch this movie.

Max and Mike

2006-10-16T06:33:00.000-07:00

September 20, 2006

After finally making it to the top of the roof, max silently sat straddling the basketball hoop and roof. He gazed at the far away setting sun. When max looked down he noticed this plywood his father had placed on the hoop to ensure that there would never be basketball. This of course was followed with unless you make good grades. Max and his brother Mike never got good grades. Max pulled out his twelve-sided die from his Dungeon and Dragons game. He threw it on the plywood, waiting for an odd number or an even. Max was a big fan of Two-face from Batman. Making a slight knocking of the wood the die finally fell on a 3, an odd number. Max then stood up, looked one more time at the sun and then without a second of deliberation, Max jumped as high as he could on the plywood. Inevitably, it snapped instantaneously. While falling Max, all though small, got stuck in the net forcing pressure on the nails and screws connecting the hoop to the roof. Lodged in suspense for around eight seconds, Max looked at the sun one more time. The nails gave, and the basketball hoop fell net first, with Max unable to move as they plummeted down to the driveway. Finally Max opened his eyes. To his surprise, the plywood and the rim caught most of the catastrophe.

Mike stood in the water as it flowed between his legs. It was the season the salmon swam up stream. Mike waited all year for this day. For the salmon. With no bathing suit on Mike had walked seven miles from his home to this stream. Doing this for the past five years, Mike was ready for year six. Every year that Mike has come to the stream, Mike has gotten on the football and track team. As he stood with his hands raised as still as possible, the salmon jumped out of the water and smacked him flat in the chest. Of course, Mike never let his ritual get in the way of their ritual. For an hour, at five in the morning Mike stood there. The concept behind this absurd act was that Mike was absorbing the hardworking force of the salmon. The momentum at which they hit Mike was out into Mike. This was not without some kind of punishment. Hitting Mike, the salmon had so much momentum that the next day, Mike would have welts all over his chest. The pain of having these welts and hiding them, were something Mike was willing to pay for. While standing there with the fish hitting his chest, Mike was planning out next years trip to the stream.

[I do not know whether or not this was a dream, or just some crazy ideas from my head. It is not true though]

Big Purple Dinasuar Dreams

2006-03-26T19:05:00.000-08:00

The core of us all is called the center, or heart.
All else follows this center
trees form around a center producing circles that worship a center
Hawks live off of circles looking for the center where the prey is
Man made city's are designed with centers in mind
If trees birds and cities follow their center why don't we?
Why don't we follow are hearts?
Are we confused on the center?
Are we contemplating the center of our heads and not body?
We have to realize that without the heart we are nothing.
The beats empower us to be.
Our heart is our soul and without each of those then what do you have
The sacred beats of our heart mezmorizes us to give us drive.
they inspire us indirectly and directly.

People of the stars
we must comprehend what we can do with our hearts.
Comprehension of all that is,
keeps our heart changing.
change is an ugly word for many, but many can not see through the constraints and confinets of our very own heads.
don't stand for any thing less than the heart.
YOUR HEART

So please friends of the third planet
heed the warning.
Next time you be driving in your cars try to comprehend your hearts.
Reflect upon your every doing
ARE YOU HAPPY?
Build bridges whether they be of rope and wood brick and stone
Make connections to fufill yourself
make gestures that represent yourself.
cliques, norms, cities, and boundrys
remove words from your vocabulary
Recover words from your past
Stare into the eyes of many
don't look back on any
think about nothing, before your sleep
reap the benifits that are not in your grasp

Choice is definitive
It defines the heart
Look into your heart to find the art.
let your soul flow into the streams of your body
let your veins be the messangers to your hands
The messages flow in and out of your heart following the center
without the center there is nothing, no life is able to exist.
By pass nerves and let your heart keep the beat
repeat the beat, beat, beat, beat
till you got it through your head
repeat the everlasting beat that your body beats

followers of the sun
stand up for what your heart impowers you to believe
Power is what the president holds above our head
but he does not hold our hands to our heart
that is our duty.
It is the presidents duty to ensure our happiness.
But ARE YOU HAPPY?

But am I happy.
I should be happy
I have nothing to complain about.
I followed my heart into my veins into these hands
I stand up here with my hands animated sending you a message.
Awake before the storm because i see it coming
Commune with others and yourself.
Wake up and follow your heart and not the money trails
the trails of money lead straight to them, and him.
Him does not represent you.

walkers of the grass
i beg of you to find your center.
extend your thoughts and imagine yourself ANYWHERE
then stop imagining and do it.
Your imagination is the thoughts of your heart
so follow that big purple dinasaur
and soar above all others that follow their mind
and help me spread the message that now flows in your veins,
because people of the stars, friends of the third planet, followers of the sun, walkers of grass
your actions are definitive.
Actions are defined as something done or accomplished; a deed.
Human beings of this earth accomplish something that truely represents you
for you make up this earth.

The Sunrise Adventure

2006-03-19T20:00:00.000-08:00

We had been working hard all week; part of our payment included visiting the cabin. We rented a jeep and drove up the mountain. Looking off the cliffs I stared toward the cars, the people and the buildings. As we climbed the mountain’s walls, the cars, people, and buildings got smaller until you could not recognize anything but the shapes of the land that had been cut out by machines and tractors. You could not see the purpose of those wheeled arching metal contraptions. The grass seemed greener where they walked. I looked to the right side of the mountain and realized that falling meant certain death, and that the only thing that could possibly save me was the skills of the driver and the strength of the trees if we fell. The cars started on the switch back roads running back and forth gaining altitude at every turn. We reached the small and indiscreet parking lot. Antennas grew like trees out of the radio towers. The red jeep could barely fit four people and our stuff. Taking turns going up I turned out to be the last up carrying everybody’s things in my lap. If I thought the road looked narrow before, I soon learned differently. I leaned over cautiously, my fear of height had finally taken over, and the idea of the jeep falling because of a transfer of weight suddenly became possible. I rushed back to the side nearest to the mountain. I had seen the valley of beauty. We reached as far as we could go. To our dismay a snowdrift covered the road.

Over the summer I visited the small town of Buena Vista, Colorado where I then proceeded to climb/drive up Mount Princeton. I was there to work, cheap labor. My employer, a friend of mine, decided that we stay at the sunrise cabin as part of our payment. When we reached the snowdrift we decided to walk the rest of the way to the cabin (about a mile). The scene I saw while on Mount Princeton changed me. The scene of the small town spurting out of the world like a plant and the extraordinary sights I observed, converted me to a person more aware of the good and the evil of the world.

I could not believe my eyes. I reached a height that few people would ever consider climbing. Although we had driven to the snowdrift, I could see things that people only saw in postcards. The thin air made 1 mile seem like 10. As I walked I carried 2 duffel bags and some food. This was considered the crew gear. I, on the other hand, considered it an excuse, an excuse to stop and look out onto the valley. The shear steep cliff flowed down into the trees and became invisible until mankind took over and made a farm. The city spurted up out of the ground like a plague on the land. All roads led to Buena Vista, not Rome. I followed the sparkling river from one side of the valley to the other.

Continuing with my journey I noticed the sparseness of vegetation. We had reached a point where only the most desecrate of animals and plants could live. A shrubbery or bush grew in random places making homes for small rodents and insects.

Following the mountain down I noticed bare black rocks that laid flat and dead from the water draining down the mountain. The town had not changed since my last visit, and I turned to look west.

The Rocky Mountains grew and grew until you could see nothing. Peaks and mountains grew from the ground, and ranged in sizes like one of those heart monitors in the movies and on TV. These mountains were alive. By now I had fallen behind my companions. Trying my best to keep up the pace, air drained out of me. I barely received the air I needed to live and walk. The idea of running, or even jogging seemed foolish. After losing my breath many more times, I finally saw the cabin.

The outside of the cabin looked beat up and ragged. Everything on the outside had been added over the years, a board here, and a shingle there. Despite a brown musty look, we owned the cabin for the night. I rushed inside to see the palace. The palace looked fit enough for me, but not a king. With a moth here or there I rushed to pick out the place I wanted to sleep. I threw the crew gear down and I rested on what could be described as an elevated board. This elevated board lifted up to show off a neat little storage area. To my dismay it was filthy, I even saw a mouse. Sitting up I viewed the cabin. Right in front of my “bed” a massive window revealed a portrait of the valley. Old decorative handrails stood behind me on the next level. I stood up and walked up the stairs to observe the rest of the cabin. The cabin looked beat up but genuine, old but homey. Following the wall, the door where I had recently rushed in, seemed like its hinges could easily break off. A table and two benches for meals looked like lonely pieces of furniture, because they stood in the middle of the room. The best part of the cabin was the stone fireplace/oven. Extremely well made with quartz and cement, it served its purpose. Walking farther into the cabin you notice the symmetry, the windows and “beds” mirrored each other. A rusted door that did not close all the way split the two windows. You walked out to the backyard and stepped on the same quartz that made the fireplace. The bright orange sun lit up the magnificent valley.

Escaping out of the cabin into the cold brisk air, I felt like Darth Vader breathing in and out watching the air follow my actions. I joined the others in collecting wood. Feeling exhausted we finally got all the wood needed to keep us warm and cook our food.

Darkness fell fast and we soon stopped everything and just watched the sunset. No one said a word. The sunset lasted 15-20 minutes; during that time all we could hear was the pop, pop, smack of the fire. We continued on with our duties, stopping to bundle up or sit by the fire. Stepping outside I decided to take a walk. Yet again I felt the brisk air, this time it felt refreshing. Sitting down on a small rock, I looked out on the valley as I had before. The city seemed asleep, quiet, dormant, but ready to explode at the coming of new light.

We had steaks that night for dinner. The steaks had a mouth-watering taste. Our exhaustion had taken over our taste buds. As the night went on the few months in the beginning had miraculously multiplied to thousands. When we looked up at the ceiling it looked like a sea of black mush. At times the moths, “suicide bombed” us. Falling from the sky the moths ran into our faces and clothing, sometimes falling into our candles. After many hours the moths discreetly died to what we guessed to be the fire. Slowly we too dropped like moths, onto our beds. Taking one last look at the river valley before sleep overcame me, I wondered where the water came from, how the valley was made, and why people insisted on destroying it all. Lying on my board, sleeping bag all around me, moths’ overhead I fell to sleep.

Waking up was hard, but I forced my self to sit up. Just as I predicted the world woke up at with the sun, like a light bulb clicking on for the whole world. The warmth rushed over my face and I felt revitalized. We packed up quickly, and we started on our trip back down to the small red jeep.

We rationed out the crew gear and took one more look at the dying cabin. The cabin had provided us with an experience that would never happen again. I stared back at the virus of a town, it did not seem that bad now. It looked like a small modest town hidden away in this valley of beauty. Staring at the town I thought of it not as evil, but merely existing. The colors blended with the farms and the farms blended with the trees and the trees led up to the mountain, the mountain where the cabin was. Walking back I noticed the ground. It grew back from the first time it snowed and closed the cabin down for the winter. Now as my friends and I walked on the road, we found ourselves doing the same thing the men that built it did. Kicking every gray rock in different directions. Wearing down the ground. You could tell where the previous jeeps had been. I fell behind again taking my time and enjoying what I saw. The dazzling river never ended. It moved graciously across the valley with what seemed like no care in the world: just content. By now the late sleepers woke up to see the sun outside. Cars moved around like remote control toys controlled by their daily routines. The great arches turned on watering the plants. And we got in the jeep taking groups of two down the steep mountain with the steep cliffs next to us. Stopping at the small parking lot we got into the cars and drove away leaving the cabin behind us.

Seeing these things did not change my life, they did not affect it in anyway. For good or bad, visiting that cabin simply added onto my life. I had become one of those few people who had reached the top of a mountain. During those two days at the cabin, I realized that life is not all about the pressures and expectations people put on you and sometimes you just need to stop and sniff the flowers. We returned the jeep to the rental shop and talked about our experience. I could not wait until the next time I see an amazing sight that compares to my time at the cabin, the next time I would see the world, and the next time I stared down a steep cliff just so I could have a sunrise adventure.

Another view from a boy...

2006-03-12T19:55:00.000-08:00

Glass Reality

2006-03-11T21:01:00.000-08:00

Schools ask us to stand for the pledge
but why should I stand up for these "GOD GIVEN RIGHTS"
While the school can still strip them
and strip search our dignities
Why should we give a shit?
We climb on this bus
a bus of cussing and screaming
a bus of shit, piss, and damnation
This suburban world is like a Petri dish
for the disease of separation
the disease of stereotypes
the disease of stupidity
from a world of desolation
where no one cares about one another
just how they bump into each other

We end up in schools right after the ethnic exam
but really who am I?
Caucasian
Asian American
African American
native American
aren't we all just Americans
Americans who fit into this
stereotype and stupidity
that past generations have lived
and even fought against

We are getting caught up
in a colorful wheel of the price is right
run by some old white guy
but what is the price of the kids in this world

there has been some social authority
informing us what to do
big brother can see you

counselors don't care about our problems
who died and how?
the diseases we catch
from our "friends with benefits"
Ill be the bird you can be the be
but don't you see
we are gaining momentum from our pent up anxieties
and they wonder why we do so many drugs
and why so many end up as thugs
We are sex just going to a desk
and it hasn't really clicked
that we aren't not having sex
we are just learning from our best friends favorite mistakes

So don't tell me I know shit
I've been hurt too
and you try to prevent that
well I got news for you...
I already knew
before you were able to teach me
I grew up
I stood up
I planted some seeds in my ground
figured out the assembly line systems
of the schools
The INDEPENDENT BULL SHIT OF AMERICA
while I was at school learning to be a fool
just like the kid that died
some day in December
who got shot
or committed suicide
who really cares?
He just found out what was going on
he saw the GLASS REALITY we live in
but yea maybe its all okay
The world just might over come
I could one day be a Billionaire
or end up like Joe blow in some shitty cubicle

So what is the point of all this?
I'm not trying to dis America
GOD FORBID
I am just depicting the reality they give us
but whatever
we all screwed in the beginning
and fucked in the end. (Bullet)

CT

Photographs

2006-03-05T19:57:00.000-08:00

Here's the view through a lens
that i hold in my hands
here's a view through a boy
who is just to coy to understand

2006-02-28T10:38:00.000-08:00

" "Many Things" "

I sat typing the thoughts that twirl through my mind. More of less like ballerinas. Not professional ballerinas, but child ballerinas. Childhood represents the innocence. You are innocent until teenager or proven guilty. I have surpassed teenager and look forward to adult hood. I am no adult. Yet. But I am scared of adult hood. Adulthood means responsibility. And I have always been taught or have thought that responsibility is bad. Responsibility makes you responsible. You are responsible for other human beings because you are in the military. With guns and violence and death and destruction. I can get that on CNN. I can get everything on CNN. CNN stands for nothing for I do not watch CNN or the News, But I have heard the news. And I AM scared. Because adult hood means leaving. But I am happy I am leaving. Leaving is what trees do in the fall to change and change is what I will be doing in the fall. Leaving this. There is no doubt, because doubt is a fault, but I am happy to be leaving. I will get to leave my mark on the world. After colleges shape me into their tools. Maybe I will be a hammer and not a screwdriver, in this world. But no I will not be a tool. In fact I will wish to be the opposite of tool. To teach young tools to disassemble this. In Tool Teaching or college I will learn to write. Only to break the system. To unwrite persay. To write essays that make people think. To direct films that make people ask why. Adulthood is scary and I may be scared but scared defines what kids are when their in the dark. Dark is night. Nights have owls, and owls mean knowledge. Why are kids afraid of the dark and afraid of knowledge. Knowledge is power Francis bacon once said that. He was one of those adults who brought me here. That is history. Part of his story has to do with tea. I don't like tea but my parents do. My parents are adults, will I like tea when I'm an adult. Adulthood changes me we have allready conceded that point. Point? The point of a pen, point of a story, a point of a knife, a point of A... What is the point. "What is" are the words we start sentences with because we are ignorant. I am ignorant but so are you. They say ignorance is bliss, but what is bliss should I ask. There are no stupid questions. Right. Only the ones that make people laugh, and repeat to continue laughing. Laughing represents happiness, but if you are not laughing while everyone else is laughing you are sad. sad is emo, emo is emotional, are women emo once a month. I don't understand the connection. Connect the dots, 1 2 3 4, that is a child's game. Games are for kids, not for adults, does adulthood represent the lack of fun. Funny is humorous. I have a bone that is named the humor. Bones are controlled by a brain, or is it my heart. I don't know I get confused sometimes. Sometimes is a good excuse, I haven't heard an adult use it before. Maybe I could be the first. first in line, that's what kids want to be when they go to lunch. What do I want to be. Do I need to be anything. Why can't I hold the title of "many things". Things is a vague pronoun. I may be vague in this poem, but I am vague in person. You see I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I just want to be. To be or not to... I mean to be a person in or out of this society. To make a contribution to one person... Or two. I figure, and this is a figure of speech, I can only please one person a day. When I am an adult, I hope that one person grows to many. If I am an adult now... I still want to be "many things."

March 1, 2006

2006-02-25T04:50:00.000-08:00

Where Did It Go?
By Craig

Beauty
In the poetry
In the prose
In the music
In the movies
In all the arts
That’s it
Where did it go
In real life
In our lives
The cruelty
Has become a reality
That has shaped the beauty
In the world
And maybe it’s there
And we just don’t see it
Or we just don’t care
Because we stare
At nothing
Or we don’t stare
Because that’s “rude”
To look at beauty to long
We become prudes afraid of the beauty
Of ourselves
Of human beings
Of nature
But at the same time we aren’t star’in
We spend our time
Speeding by
The signs
The billboards
The speed limit signs
Are those things beauty?
Can man make beauty?
Is man made really beautiful?
We go to these lakes
But what can man made lakes
Really do for us and nature
Because with hundreds of lakes in Texas
Only one is by god
By Mother Nature
But people still go to lakes
For beauty?
And maybe I am ruining the
Illusion
For Certain People
Because lakes in Texas
Aren’t really lakes
And rivers are dried up creeks
And beauty is the end
Of us
Because a lack of beauty
Is the end of nature
Because we are reaching the point
Where beauty is underlined by
M-P-H
And billboards are glued on
To advertise
And Fascinate
But never do
And the caution signs
Signal caution
Man Defeats nature
When do we consume it all?
The trees
The leaves
That fall every fall
At what point will we lose
The season of fall because
There is nothing left to fall
Except the stock prices
But the Dow Jones rises
So maybe – sometimes
Fall will become rise
And then we won’t call it
Fall anymore
We will call it Rise
Because all is becoming man made
And man made can only rise
Rise above
Because man made does
NOT want to fall
So then beauty
stops being fall
Stops being winter
Stops being spring
Stops being summer
And then the seasons
Will be renamed RISE
And it will be
RISE
RISE
RISE
RISE
Over and over again
And beauty will be no more
Because beauty is natural
And as pretty as
Speed limit signs really are
They can’t compare
TO NATURE

First post (woot)
I saw the play "An Evening at The Rainbow Bar and Grill" last night. Amanda and I thought it was great. Like I said this is my first post and i'm coming from xanga. Hope you enjoy.

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