Routine

An elusive beast
Begging at your banquet
salivating at the feast

Grasping, stretching, panting
Like the promised land
Moaning, shaking, wanting

Left once before
Becomes a hard
Thing to find forever more

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Right now I am struggling with my groove. I have been sick for the better part of the last month. It was a cold that did not want to end. It set back the comic blog and it has been hard to find the time to do everything I want to do.

However, at the same time, I have a creative desire, impulsive as always again. Hopefully I can keep it moving.

So Be It...

I'm bored
Sitting on my stool
Listing things on ebay
dealing with crazies

Someone should come
Give something exciting to do
After all it is my birthday
How about a couple of hot ladies

I'll just sit here
Typing away
Watching people walk by
listen to music from the eighties

Whistling my sad little tune
Huddled in my little corner
My stomach feels nigh
like I should be puking my maties

Another day gone
the balding on the back of my head
Shows another year gone by
Alas, I liked the attention of ladies

Lake Junaluska and an untitled poem

This past weekend October 4-6, 2008, I went to Lake Junaluska in Waynesville, NC for my annual Choir Workshop retreat. Lake Junaluska is a mountain retreat for the South Eastern Jurisdiction of the United Methodist Church. It is a beautiful place and once a year in this general time period, I go with my family and this year 368 other choir members from around the world (Germany and another country were represented this year) spend a weekend in devotion and learning 8 new anthems for a service held on Sunday morning. It is intense and a lot of work, but also refreshing and very fulfilling.

I spent two hours on Saturday in two journaling classes, one on making an actual journal and one on how to approach writing one and that is where this blog was born. What follows is a poem written during the second work shop. I will post pictures as soon as I figure all that out...

(the following was written from a picture of a light that I thought was the moon over a fence next to the lake at night)

10-05-08

Darkness swept over like a rolling fog
enveloping the world
nothingness crept in
A chill burned my ears and cheeks
sending shivers down my back
as the wind bellowed the nylon
I had cocooned myself in
the moon peaked out

. . . A Beacon
God's lighthouse
a reminder that I am not alone
The memory of armth rushed in

I turned away and headed up the hill . . .