Let it free
Let it fall
break the drought
take the path
Grasp the soil
make it sing
create diamond
with silver winds
Just this…
Rain or Shine you’re going to die (from working too hard)
This past week has been… draining. Emotionally, Physically and Mentally. It’s been a hard week to be a grad student. Too many things going on at once. At I really felt I was going to die, but never fear the GSSS is here (graduate school support system). This is what I’ve learned this past week in Grad School
- Windows sucks. (Sorry Ethan.)
- Apple technology WILL fail you during your first presentation, no matter how much you check your tech. It. Will. Fail.
- Remember to think about how you’re going to present something. Remember and practice how you’re going to breathe. This will be for naught. The nerves will kill you. No matter how much you practice or are accustomed in doing presentations.
- Tequila shot(s) after a hard week can and will make you feel better.
- Do not take ibuprofen at least 24 hours before you take your tequila shot. (Did not happened to me, but still good life lesson)
- Scholars want to kill you of you write it, it’s, or anything similar. Also, the professor will want to EXTERMINATE YOU if you do. She will haunt you down, and kill you. Maybe she’ll be merciful and do what the 9th doctor did to the aliens who wanted to live forever….
- You had to do a presentation? No worries the day afterwards we will give you TWO articles to read and analyze as about quantitative things. You can handle it. We know you can.
- Need a breather? Here’s a Theory test for you. Easy!
- I know we don’t like viewing ourselves doing a presentation. No worries. You still have to do it.
- You need to learn a whole period for next week. You can do it. I won’t tell you how I will ask you though. May the oods be ever in your favor.
- I should really try to sleep more.
linger
Leaves may fall
Winds may change
luster fades
but one thing is certain
one thing is true
three words are constant…
they will never change
And so it continues
one day after another
one foot after the other
grays softly get technicolor
but they won’t sparkle again
not like your smile
not as the sun that opens in your eyes
So what becomes of me?
just be at a standstill
waiting for that day
the day you return
I will wait for you, child
I will wait for the day our world becomes one
I will linger
Plot
Blossoming Almond
Grow flowers
Skies
Lead me where the skies, soul & body meet
Where pastures grazed with dew caress my feet
the vicinity where doubts, anxiety & plights are reaped
Show me the locale where honeysuckles bloom,
where Valhalla provides wine, food, and bounty a plenty
where peace dwells, and love glistens
Reveal to me the path of least resistance,
where I can flourish and become your hero
-who saves you from Hades, and the fires of Medhir-
where I can feel at home and rest once more…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyZJ3rNb4xM
Coffee
Will always drink my coffee and think you’re doing the same. Will always drink my coffee in the mug you bestowed me. My prized possession. A cup of coffee. It might be nothing to some people, but it’s everything to me. That, and the card you gave me for my birthday. They can take everything else, I have those two and I don’t care.
Aria
In the cruel missing where laughter and tears meet,
s
ing a song of despair
sing a song of agony
sing the aria of longing…
As the chords traveling to their neighboring keys, lost in the musical sea,
let the strings be your compass, and
guide you through the fog
Let the seasons change
the dust float in the wind
orange drizzling unto the coffee stained earth
grazing emerald fields
Regarding pink transparent clouds
I ponder your absence,
our plights,
the never ending colloquies,
and embraces astray by distance…
In the soul’s longing to be accord,
surround oneself in memories,
grasp the unwritten future
for it shall come anew
Under the transparent clouds
Above the mahogany earth, I shall be
in the drizzling withering orange florets
singing an aria for you.
The art of musical poetry 