Facebook Note: A Song of Quiet

Written in 2007 or 2008; published to Facebook on June 25th, 2008

I'm on a roll, eh! Third note in two days... maybe I'm just doing this to distract myself from waiting for my mission call, which is already two days late. Yeah.

Well, anyway, that poem I quoted in my talk, here is the complete version of it. Maybe it can inspire you today. Or some other such funkiness. Here you go.

Perhaps, correct would be the time

To smite again the dark with rhyme

I'll call again that poet dear;

Within my mind - he yet dwells here.

...Speak, my friend, that we may be blessed.

"I hear that; it shall be done.

One more try - this should be fun.

Too rarely now, are their hearts caressed.

Facebook Note: Open Hearts Talk

Delivered on June 15th, 2008; published to Facebook on June 24th, 2008

Y'know, I have this thing for using titles with double meaning. Does that denote a touch of schizophrenia? ...Er, if nothing else that I've done has caused you to suspect just that, then I suppose I should be safe. Yeah.

So, I gave a talk in church, on June 15th, 2008. Apparently it was one that some of you listened to! Yay, I didn't put you to sleep! As for the rest of you who didn't hear me, sorry; I don't have any sleeping aids here. Not unless you read this at 11:30 or so, and try reading it without (or with, as your case may be) prescription reading glasses. That should help, or at least give you eyestrain.

Facebook Note: Freehand - Lefty's Farewell

Written in June 2007, published to Facebook on March 26th, 2008.

Author's Note: This was an assignment for my high school English class. I did actually enjoy writing this, which, as I've said elsewhere, makes this the only poem that I was assigned to write but still enjoyed.
I think that if I were to write this poem again today, I would make it sound better. But I'll leave it as is. I hope you enjoy it.

What doth ascend to this heart's mind, in this, the final of hours?

Who shall ascend to glory to find, or whom the one that cowers?

O ye craven watchmen,

Canst ye walk upon the paths I tread?

For I'd like to know you'd courage grasp, ably to walk amongst the dead.

Whilst this last road, which I last take, will I take it now alone?

Haven't ye light within thy souls, or e'en faith in flesh and bone?

'Tis true I know not where I fly...

Nay, that would be false.

For I am sure of my ending nigh,

But unsurely grope my journey's halts.

Facebook Note: [untitled poem]

Written in 2007, published to Facebook on March 26th, 2008

What manner of fiendish man

Believes it solely the weak who can

Shed precious teardrops -

Pearls from the heart?

Blind and gormless, now I say

Are those who hold their hurts at bay

And mock the souls

Whose anguish freely impart

Take this knowledge from one who knows

Whom is attacked by friends with foes

It needs strength to cry;

'Tis easier to bleed.

Violence is not strength; 'tis weak

Such holds conversely to the meek

Possessing virtue

A heart doth outlet need.

Yet I hope you know just evil floods

Or deepest wounds do not draw blood

They rather shed tears;

No mortal wound this be

Flesh be weak, and blood is chill

But valiant souls they cannot kill

Yet pain they feel

And most exceedingly

Rememberest thou the Man who gave

Our triumph over sin and grave

For though the greatest,

Our Brother too could weep

Some in sorrow, oft in love,

And some in thanks to God above

In His great flock

He cares for every sheep.

So I make the Lord my arm

I'll brave the blows, endure the harm

And if he asks it,

In turn for him I'll die

But now's the day I spread His light

And persevere to fight good fights

And as long as I can hurt

Or love, I'll cry.

- TAB III

Facebook Note: Thought Process

Written and published to Facebook on March 17th, 2008. It was my first time using Notes on Facebook. (It shows, doesn't it?) Good times.

Gosh, I had to go and work myself into a literary corner like that. Not that the title isn't open-ended or anything, but this happens to be a topic that I don't really excel at looking into.

You see, I just added this application, thinking that it would be a good outlet for all the stuff that I keep welling up inside of me, and I don't mean like your run of the mill well that Timmy keeps falling into, and Lassie ever faithfully keeps pulling him out of somehow or other. No, my "thought wells" are more like those chasms that were once created after people started to drill for oil; those empty chambers that descended deep into the earth's crust as well as millions of years, eras back through history of this earth.

I was going somewhere with this, right?