Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Maybe I want to be free
like the leaf when it let's go
the arrow coming from a bow
I think It'd be best for me
Leave the weight behind
let my spirit do the talking
my heart do the walking
and keep your hatred confined
I'll smile like the sun
when I see that white rise
because there'll be nothing left to despise
knowing both battles are done
But until that day
I'll keep wishing
that maybe you'll say
Throwing the line out,
And waiting for the bite.
It feels like a jerk,
Like a dog pulling the leash.
Reeling in the fish is such a surprise,
Not knowing what you’ll find.
Whether in the cool of a summer night,
Or on the ice in the winter cold.
The wind blows on the water,
Like a twister heading for the shore.
It provides a time,
Of relaxation and a time to think.
Every aspect of fishing,
Makes me fall in love.
By: Aladin Saleh
Three, two, one, and the crowd goes wild.
I look out to their faces and I feel like a child.
Content in my mind, I suddenly feel okay.
I have just won it all, I have gotten my way.
We were back twenty yards with only seconds to spare.
I ran as fast as I could, caught the ball in the air.
The leather felt smooth, fitting tightly in my hand.
I had stiffened my grip to the sound of the band.
My cleats stabbed the turf leaving behind trails of dirt.
Stadium lights flashed over me like I was at a concert.
The cheerleaders screamed at the sight of the action.
I looked over and winked with egoistic satisfaction.
I felt the world in my presence with one simple touch.
All eyes settled on me with one moment of clutch.
The other team wept insults and yelled in despair.
May the best man win, it has always been fair.
Now I leave my season, played my last successful game.
Leaving behind conditioning and workouts I overcame.
I will always miss the game, remembering my finest time.
I stole the championship ring, my committed victimless crime.
My team and I are one; I did not succeed alone.
Now we leave the broken turf, our names famously known.
It has been thirteen years now since you have passed,
These past few years have gone by fast.
I miss your smiles and all your hugs
Wishing that I had someone to bug.
You stayed with me through thick and thin
Even when it appeared I wouldn’t win.
Every day I sit and wonder what it would be like
To have you be the one to teach me how to ride a bike.
Basketball games were never the same
Without you sitting there yelling my name.
The more time that goes by, the harder it is to remember
But I know that everyone is here to help me.
Grandma and Grandpa still send their love
And I know you sit and listen to me from way up above.
You come in my dreams, but I have never said good bye
Because I know you are the one who is teaching me how to fly
I’m trying to be everything that you want,
Just never forget, you’re never forgot.
-Laura Katherine Neff
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
I wrote it out of respect for the older people I grew up with in southern Minnesota, and my father, who I saw growing old and struggling with his health in profound ways. I wanted to capture some of that old hope.
My new hope is always that our writing and conversation strikes a chord that will resonate and deepen our experience in this mysterious life.
It's been my honor to be your teacher this quarter. Hold on to your dreams, my friends.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Arctic mists loom over the decayed forest
The roar of death draws near,
For when I stand before the paths
My heart fills up with fear.
The first of two shrieks loudly
The sound gnawing at my ears,
In madness I look up to find
My wife of many years.
She stands aloof yet beckons
Her lips made out of gold,
But as I move to take her hand
I see into her soul.
Her beauty is beholding,
A succubus from afar,
But inside lies a lifeless heart
As black as oozing tar.
I gasp for breath yet bellow
As we exchange out countless blames,
But my lips seal shut and quiver
As the Beast of many names,
Leaps out and tears my very neck,
His titan grip and endless wreck,
The jaws of blight,
A massive sight,
Infernos sweep the endless night,
But the second path I did forget
A light shinning from the Son,
And although my eyes were darkened
It caused Lucifer to run.
He grasped my hand and pulled me up
While holding the Sacred tome,
Then he winked and led me down the path
The day my savior called me home.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Clank, Clank, Clank,
the orgasmic sound of heavy weights.
Dedication keeps, my muscles pumping,
like the pistons on a machine.
I push the boundaries, of my endurance
and the limits of my pate.
Clank, Clank, Clank,
like a train on searing tracks.
My mind screams, as my body tears
the muscle from shear bone.
Scorching lungs, ache for life
in the despair of my lack.
Clank, Clank, Clank,
I must never stop this race.
My heart rends, from my heaving chest,
boiling blood strengthens my resolve.
Why am I here? What is my coerce?
For me it's the thrill of the chase.