haikus for tom and huck

Late one August night

Starlight glints off of glass panes

the dragonflies's wings

Ripples of murky

Black bog-water whispers to

sweeping wooden oars

Raft drifts aimlessly

Two figures resting on log planks

gazing at the moon

together

This is what happens

When a poetry-nerd reads

Mark Twain--yep.  Haikus.

food for thought.

ZERO:

Billions and trillions of people in the world.

And you are one of them.

See?

Billions and trillions of people, breathing, moving, living.

And I am one, too.

And of all the billions of trillions,

One small off-chance, a miniscule calculation—

Says,

Look!  You and I,

For one brief second.

Our souls have touched.

That zero point zero zero zero zero to eternity point

1

Says,

I have breathed the same air as you for a second.

I have glimpsed your earth-bound spirit

And maybe, with a few more zeros—

Have looked into your eyes.

And, wonder of wonder,

Billions of trillions of zeros later,

I have said a word, perhaps,

“Hi.”

To you.

And that “hi”

Might lead to an eternity of billions of trillions of infinite zeroes

That come together despite themselves,

With all the variables and fractured decimals,

The undefined numbers

That sing

Life.

And this is the true wonder of the world.

The meaning of life.

So that for one moment,

We can look into each other and

Destroy

The odds

By seeing something where there was only one big

Zero.

howheloves

This guy was being followed around.  The crowd was huge, but he knew every single person in it--he knew their hearts and their minds, he knew the very essence of their souls like it was stamped to the back of his hand.  Better, even.  He knew what they wanted, too.
They wanted bread.
They were talking with each other while they waited, eager to see what he would do.  He had fed them before.  Would he do it again?  Would he give them food?
"What miraculous sign will you perform for us?" They asked.
"I know what you want."  He told them.  "You want bread.  But the bread you ask for will fade away.  You will be hungry again after you eat it."
The crowd spoke to one another, conversing, wondering, words weaving in and out between them in an intricate thread of voices, people.
"The bread I will give you," He continued, "Will never fade."
"Then give us this bread." They answered.
"I tell you the truth," Said he, "I am the bread.  Eat of me and you will never be hungry."
The people were surprised, confounded, puzzled--they didn't understand.
"How can we eat you?" They grumbled.  Would this man feed them or not?
"I tell you the truth, unless you eat of my flesh and drink of my blood, you will never see the kingdom of Heaven."  He told them.

what?
Jesus.  That was Jesus, right there.  His beauty, his perfection, his death.  So let's go back.  You may have read abut Jesus, you may know about him.  You may know that he once said, "this is my flesh" about bread and "this is my blood" about wine.  Maybe you don't know anything at all.  But get this--Jesus told a crowd of maybe 5000 or so people that if they ate him they would go to heaven.  Radical, huh?
See, there's a double-meaning to everything he says.  It's commonly held belief that when he spoke of "eating of his flesh" and "drinking of his blood", Jesus was talking about how he sacrificed his body (the "bread"), so that he could "feed" people's spirits.  When Jesus died, his sacrifice was meant to cover people's sins, or wrong-ness and generally messed-up-ness.  By accepting his sacrifice, we accept the spiritual bread that sustains us and fills us the rest of our lives.
And just an afterword--Jesus promised that if we accepted him, the world would pretty much hate our guts.  So think about it.  To learn more, you only have to look as far as a bible.

thegreatestsongontheplanet

this is the greatest song on the planet.  Listen.  LISTEN.

So, yes, I hope you enjoyed it.  :)

its been awhile, my friends

Yes, indeed.
So, I'm caught with a dilemma, my non-existent comrades.  I like someone who might like me but probably doesn't and very likely likes someone else, and I'm not sure if even liking this person is the right thing to do in the first place, since someone else might like me, and the one I might like isn't really my type--even though I'm not sure I even have a "type" to begin with...
Yeah.  Life's a bit weird at times.
But, in the middle of chaos, a moment of music is really all we need.

So here's a breath of peace for those in the midst of the storm.

May the Fourth be with you, young Padawans.

Even though the Revenge of the Fifth is already upon us.