ipod madness

i just got an ipod yesterday for an early birthday presesnt...its sunday if you wanna get me a gift. lol. but really this thing is nuts. its tiny. it holds pictures, and ive only got 234 of a possible 1000...ohh the possobilities. but yes thats why i didnt update yesterday. at least thats what im telling my self. but any ways im gonna update today. right now perhaps. ugh to bad i dont feel like writing. then again that would be 2 days with out a poem and i wont update tomarrow till i get back next week. that would almost constitute a blog vacation. yes thats what ill do. starting yesterday im on vacation from my blog till next wed or thursday. ill miss you but see you then!

him

a passionate father
who nutures and loves
takes us under his wings
for us shed his blood
a wonderful counciler
who listens and cares
takes care of our worries
and helps us to bare
a exacting creator
designs to perfection
selects just what he needs
with out lengthly reflection
the author of love
it is what he is
thats why were here
and thats how we live
a god true and mighty
and jealous and just
patient and loving
in whom we can trust

i dunno y its so short

some times i wonder
if the words i speak
speak more to me than others
what the words bleed

mwahahahah

a symphoic
thought process
of symbolic
tough losses
pertentious ideas
and so many thoughtless
created ideals
that leave us godless
and by ideas i mean idols
we worship with out title
followed blindly
leverging quietly
our minds from our souls
the bought from the sold
and what we want
from what we have got
dont pretend
you dont need a friend
a trust worthy compatriot
thats there to the end
an unnecessary thought
you say he cant mend
the pain and the hurt
you get served for dessert
and the desert of sarrow
the pains of tomarrow
haunt you today
with have you feeling so hallow
dont worry life away
he'll be there so follow
i know its hard to except
when you feel so inept
and you dont know the truth
so you turn away your head
but open your ears
push back your fears
he'll take care of you
all of your years
i know its a tough decision
with much up for division
of you and your self
but trust me its not worth missin

i suck at titles...

a meteaphoric meteor
buy theres better yet in store
so what am i waiting for?
i dunno im just trying to explore
the devout nature of the poet
every thing written is so stoic
but you wouldnt even know it
unless you looked below this
the gratuitious words
and thought progressive curve
leads to a slight preverse
perversion of the verbs
and if you were to state em
explain em verbatium
youd be left waiting
for the proper relatoin
of the words to time
and the time to the rhyme
the rhyme to the line
and the line to the specified find
and if you find the path
and walk it fast
you might itch that scratch
or cure the rash
but the apparently obvious
will be slight obnoxious
while the slightly noxious
will be persued thoughtless
so stop the pleading
of things so misleading
stop all the bleading
and then reread the reading