Tired

So tired of crying "bye"
So tired of endless pain
My heart can't do it
It wants to cry its tears
It hurts too much to bleed like that
It swallows the red pain instead
It hopes to see you again

Only to lose you again
Only to bleed again
The circling pain grips my heart
I have to cry
It hurts
It hurts not to
It hurts to
I don't know
My mind wanders
Lost in a world of foreign love
Detached and broken at the fingertips
Not by choice, but by time's viscious whim

Revolution

It is time for America to return to its roots. The one's our Founding Fathers envisioned when they began the fight for freedom. I can for certain tell you that a corrupt government of greed is not what they so wonderfully dreamed as the wrote the famous words that began our Nation.

Our nation has outgrown its original ideals. Our Fathers never envisioned how large our nation would be and how powerful it would become. Little did they know that their 13 states would soon become the 50 most powerful states in the world. Little did they know how the dollar sign would rule.

It is ridiculous that the average man in America CANNOT run for President. Why? Not because he is unqualified. Not because he doesn't have a solid campaign. No, it is because he lacks the MILLIONS of dollars required to even get your name on the ballot. After this casualty what is America left with to represent itself? The rich and disconnected.

Does any American that makes less than a million dollars a year actually believe that George W. Bush (or John Kerry for that matter) actually understand their life? NO! He enjoys life from behind his desk in the oval office, behind a wall of security that is supposed to protect him from harm. Ironically enough, those American citizens which he is so disconnected from were the ones who protected him on that fateful day in September 2001.

Remember those 13 original states. Remember the original goals of our country so beautifully written in our Declaration of Independence and our Constitution. Remember that what makes America is you. The individual soul of every person, rich or poor, is the very HEART of our great nation. Don't let the greed of the rulers rule.

73-71 

Post-game....UC still sUCks 

The team marches out for the second half! 

Moses was there! 

Dance-off! Bearkittie sUCks 

Skyline Chili! 

XU vs. UC

Well its been a while since I last posted, but I thought I would make a return today, the day after the Xavier-UC game, which was one hell of a game. Hard fought the whole way, with each team taking their shots (and missing many many of them). It came down to a 6 point lead for X in the final minute....safe right? Think again. UC drilled two 3-pointers to tie it up and force overtime. Cintas was going ballistic. Even the old-geezers were screaming their heads off. It was time to defeat the convicts at UC and sure enough they did. Another hard fought over time resulted in Xavier pulling away on two free throws by Doellman and Burrel to create a final score of 73-71 in favor of X! So put short and sweet.

XAVIER - 73
sUCks - 71

Pictures to follow!

Vue Blanche 

White Gateway 

White Grandeur 

Colors 

Mishap 

Lonely 

Hinkle Hall 

Lonesome Tree 

All at Sea - Jamie Cullum

I’m all at sea
Where no one can bother me
Forgot my roots
If only for a day
Just me and my thoughts
Sailing far away

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here on my own
Later on you could spend some time with me
If you want to, all at sea

I’m all at sea
Where no-one can bother me
I sleep by myself
I drink on my own
I don’t speak to nobody
I gave away my phone

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here on my own
Later on you could spend some time with me
If you want to, all at sea

Now I need you more than ever
I need you more than ever now

If you don’t need it every day
But sometimes don’t you just crave
To disappear within your mind
You never know what you might find
So come and spend some time with me
And we will spend it all at sea

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here on my own
Later on you could spend some time with me
If you want to, all at sea

Don't you understand?

Don't you understand?
There is no "right" answer
Poetry is not math
Its not science
Hell, its not even history
So before you squash my pea-brained idea into the grained
Take two damn seconds
Look at the poem
And at least consider the possibility
At least consider the possibility

I adopted a Penguin!

I ADOPTED A PENGUIN!!!!






Hes an Irish penguin in case ya didnt know....