The begining of a movement

The air is still. The shadows flow out from the candle on the table like streaks of coal. My pen scratches across the paper and another word is formed. It is a primordial thing, all intelligible angles and curves thrown together in a hodgepodge of of shapes that form a meaning.
My room is cold and a draft from the window causes the candles flame to sputter and spit. The shadows dance in amplified mockery. I look up, momentarily distracted from the paper on my desk, there has been little breeze this whole night and each breath of wind brings a brief reprieve from the stifling heat of this summer evening.
My room is a simple wooden affair with very little in the way of luxuries. a simple cot lies along one wall an the writing desk and chair at which I sit stands along the opposite wall. the ceiling is low and the floor is dirt. All in all not the place you would expect a revolution to start.
But that is exactly what is happening.
i have heard stories of great up risers before who claimed they had no idea that their ideas would set fire to the hearts of men and ignite the love of freedom and the hope of a better life.

return

See the waves come crashing in

as rank on rank they advance again

To beat against the waiting sand

There to die by God own hand

Their earnest piling on the mainland 

to see the endless golden beauty forever darkened by the door

for though the amber shades of sunset

 color brightly on the shore

the days strong light is fleetly fading 

in the gloom they call for more

be alone and do not fear it

 all the way you soul can bear it

don't forsake the way, you knew it

don't belay your very last chore

be not the one who's meager offering

darkens not your selfsame store

i feel like posting

i am now anouncing the reopening of this blog, bad spelling and all.
first off, i'm getting married(yay!!!) to the best girl in the world(if you disagree don't tell me i'll just prove you wrong) i have a good job, the sun is shinning the birds are singing and i am still busy as heck(which is pretty busy!) with all that going on some things had to give, you guessed it, school......and hiegiene.
i still don't seem to have enough time to do anything. Maybe it's just my nature to fill up all my time with as much as possible so i never have to think so that i never have to actually work in my brain.
well this has been productive. i should be a psychiatrist or something
toodles

a poem

Go to a place where your day is night and the end of all thing is in sight
go to a place where fire and brimstone sting your nostrils with there blite
be free in the notion your going to hell and let go of your meaningless chatter
be free in the notion you've got no one else and the life you tresured is lost
don't go to the budha for answers, he'll lead you down meaningless paths
don't go to mohammed for answers, he'll lead to dead ends and rot
but go to the one who's power is real and who holds all the earth in his hands
go to the one who's justice is true and faithfulness stands firm to the end
let his grace be sufficient for you.

some ramblings

By the way, i realize that i should really post more.

i'm engaged now just in case anyone doesn't know

so i have no new jokes algorithms paradox's or anything funny, i'm just an overworked(sometimes) underpaid(most of the time)guy who likes his steak with a little pink in the middle and his politicians honest.
just thought i'd remind everyone

VOTE

Friends, the time has come to step forward for our faith and our country. Our country is in a state of moral turmoil and strife. Our children are taught falsehoods in our schools. The government is a nest of thieves, liars and perverts. If we continue in our arrogance, the world will have another sodom on its hands.
Ladies and gentlemen the time has come for us, the bible believing christians of the nation to step forward, and not only vote but also witness to our friends, neighbors and fellow countrymen, because ultimately the solution to our nations problem is not politics, but God. For men will not support a government which is in line with the teachings of Jesus unless their hearts are in line with the teachings of Jesus.
To the unbelieving i say this; there is ultimate truth there is a moral solid and it lies in the person of Jesus Christ. For in our rebelion we are condemn ourselves to an eternity of unbelievable torture and suffering but God loved us so much the he sacrificed part of himself, a third of the trinity to pay for our debts. There is no greater love than this.

some tests

Your Element Is Water

A bit of a contradiction, you can seem both lighthearted and serious. That's because you're good at going with the flow - but you also are deep. Highly intuitive, you tune in to people's emotions and moods easily. You are able to tap into deep emotional connections and connect with others. You prefer a smooth, harmonious life - but you can navigate your way around waves. You have a knack for getting people to get along and making life a little more peaceful.

What's Your Element?

Your Pirate Name Is...

Arch-Pirate Henriques the Englishman

What's Your Pirate Name?

You Are 45% Left Brained, 55% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Are You Right or Left Brained?

The Room

sunlight moved slowly across the floor, dust motes floated lazily in the afternoon haze of my quiet room. somewhere a clock strikes the time and a little bit more life drifts idly by while i watch. i haven't been sitting here to long, only a couple of hours, oh but it feels like forever staring at the specks as they float around my head. a song comes to mind and is just as quickly forgotten. It's a simple room(to me at least) with several shelves of books and the floor covered in old papers and clothes i forgot to wash. "It's more stuff than anyone could ever use or keep track of" i say to the dust, but it doesn't answer, it never does. someday i'll leave this place forever, only to come back ocassionally. The room will change and so will I, but I will always remember the days i spent thinking, and talking with the dust.