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Name: Jeremy
Birthday: 5/14/1985


Interests: i love the Bible. Where else can i go to find words of life? i enjoy ping-pong, foosball, chess, and reading. i am learning to like poetry, and have attempted to develop some ability in writing. i enjoy discussing deep topics, but also just having fun. Oh and by the way i forgot to mention that i like snowboarding.
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Monday, March 05, 2007

New poem time...

Water under the bridge

 

A child stands upon a bridge in the city,

Watching the water beneath progressing

Like a tepid swirling mass that behaves

And looks like flowing molten crayons.

The smell rises, the clean, familiar stench

Of countless years of being born and dying.

Behind the bridge rises a modern steeple.

The clock of old Big Ben.

 

A leaf dances across the surface

And pigeons gather on the edge.

Cooing gently as they search

The ground for forgotten bits

Or scraps of edible rubbish.

The wind changes.

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The pigeons lift their wings to fly

As the dull chime of the modern

Steeple offers a subtle cue,

The leaf falls below the surface.

It’s time to go.


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

How to have the perfect Valentines Day

When having a happy valentines day

Some necessary essentials there are.

The first is a flower, a red one will do.

A long stemmed rose closed up all tight.

At least you’ll have something that’s pretty,

While enjoying the warmth of a fire.

 

Blazing away with a gentle bright glow,

The fire is a must have, warm and cheery.

A carton of ice cream cools off the passion

Candles will add to the general mood,

Tall ones, standing all by themselves

As they cast their tender pale shadows,

A chocolate unwrapped and exposed,

Starts to melt from the heat and flow

Onto the floor where it seeps in the rug.

As its flavor is lost to the world,

A violin plays a tremulous tune,

The chocolate it melts faster still.

The candles burn down the end of a day

The rose dissolved in a tear,

The candle went out last night.

 

 


Saturday, January 13, 2007

I have a confession to make!  I wonder weird and strange things sometimes... ok so its most of the time as well...
regardless, This past week i had the opportunity to go skiing with my family... it was an amazing time, and i thoroughly enjoyed it.  So here's my "random" thought...
isn't snow amazing?  how "random" that God created it.  maybe that doesn't make sense, but I was just in awe of the greatness of God who created snow.


Thursday, November 23, 2006


As the sun rose above the rolling hill, it glistened off the dew.
A million tiny jewels, beautiful, not because of what they are,
but because of what was being reflected through them.
The sky, a deepest blue, sang of something.
A bird danced in the waning moonlight of spring.

I found this today, and my prayer is that i become that.  something that reflects the beauty of someone greater, particularly, God.  Ya'll have an awesome thanksgiving!


Saturday, September 30, 2006

life its meaning and hope

sounds like a good song title, maybe an album.  what happens when a man can  gets to the point that nothing matters but himself?   How does he get there?  What is it that holds us all back from that point?  are they props>  are they real or perceived?  its funny that true growth and learning comes out of pain and struggle.  Is it always so?  Does life only come from death?  Is that the fact of the universe.  the nature of the way things work?  how strange and  bizarre.  well  i must abruptly end this odd musing of seeming pointlessness...



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