Daily Journal: 3 people

If I had to invite 3 people to the dinner table to talk to I would have to say Paul the Apostle, Socrates, and Albert Einstein

I would invite Paul in order to learn more about Jesus and what he did. I would love to hear first hand accounts of what he did while here on earth and who the man was who is my savior.

I would invite Socrates in order to learn more about ancient greek philosphy and discover the roots of modern western civilization and how and why the idea of democracy and freedom originally came about.

I would invite Einstein to open my mind to the modern age of science, and discover new ways of looking at ever day things in my life today.

Assonance Poem

Loss

The soul quakes, when the heart aches.

Their is no love, when you've killed the dove.

The tree is bare, in your forlorn stare.

I can't stand the night, whilst I'm in flight.

For what we had, I am glad.

For what would have been, now only could have been.

I believed it strong, but I was wrong.

To you I gave, what I should have saved.

I remember, last December.

This Christmas last, is in the past.

I dry my tears, for another year

I make my life, forget my strife

I must move on, to prove I'm strong

Daily Journal: Scared

Tornado

It was a cool crisp fall evening and me and my parents were on our way home from the Burnsville Center. A light rain patters on our windshield as we drive down forty two and pass through modern suburbia. It seems awfully dark for 5 o'clock in the middle of the Summer but I chalk it up to being a cloudy day. A police car flies past us with its sirens blaring and its lights flashing. Suddenly a blinding light fills the car and it is as if the sky has been torn asunder. Our vehicle shakes violently as the thunder reverberates through the streets. I look up into the sky and it looks green and decayed as the clouds roil and boil like a thick stew. The low dull drone of the tornado sirens begins to echo through the sky as it moans out its forlorn baritone across the city. The officer has pulled over on the side of the road ahead and he is directing everyone off of the road. I look up at the sky and what I see has been an imaged burned into my mind for my whole life. I saw a funnel cloud forming above us in the sky. It was a furious looking cloud that was hanging low and then began to turn. From their I remember going to Carmike movie theatre and taking cover. The rest of the evening was a blur. That is why that night was the scariest night I have ever had.

Wordle: Football

Earlieat Childhood Memory

Disney World

My earliest childhood memory would have to be of my families trip to Disney World. I must have been five or six years old at the time and obviously I can't remember every detail but I do have some vivid memories, especially of some of the crazier rides. I'd have to say my favorite memory of that trip was going on space mountain with my older cousin Michelle and my grandma. Yes... My grandma. So those of you who don't know space mountain, its a roller coaster ride that starts off with you shooting through a tunnel, and then out into a big black room that lights up and flashes as you go through, as if traveling through space. Now I only saw the first big drop, after which I closed my eyes tight and held on to my grandma for dear life. All I remember is my Cousin having a great time and my poor grandmother yelling in Czech as we went whirling around. That trip was fun, and I had a blast. We made alot of good memories that trip, but the memory of me, my grandma, and my cousin going on space mountain is by far the most vivid one.

Sense Of Time Poem: Christmas

Christmas

Red, Green, White

Tinsel, Evergreens, and Snow

The Bitter Cold, and the Cozy Fires

The Sounds of Children Shouting for Joy and families Laughing Heartily

Smells like Cinnamon and Ham

Tastes like Christmas cookies and Egg Nogg

Christmas is a time for families to be together



Daily Journal: Empire of Japan

I am Samurai

        A woman walks out into the cold night air. Her hands are shaking from what just happened… I walk up slowly. The crunch of snow beneath my feet echoes in my ears as I slowly remove my katana from its scabbard. She notices me and looks as if shes about to scream, when one of my men grabs her tight and holds a hand over her mouth. He pulls her aside and I continue my slow advance towards the house. We have been tracking these raiders for many leagues, and now is our chance to strike. Our men have this hill surrounded, and my troupe of samurai are dispatching with the rest of the rebels in their camps. They are drunk and lazy after their conquest of the town below. The leader of these dogs is holed up in the governors house atop this hill. We enter the main hall and my men quickly dispatch of the two guards at the door. Our blades are sharp and slice through these heathens easily. I hear a scream pierce the silence from upstairs. I make my way quickly and quietly up the steps. The scene of the governors room is one of butchery and horror. He lies dead upon his bed, stabbed countless times. I turn my attention to the room of his daughter where the sounds of a scuffle and a woman's screams are emanating. I see the bandit leader standing above the governess. I thrust my blade deep into his back. His blood pours over my hand like the sake spilled in celebration at my wedding last spring. As he falls I see my wife lying down in a beautiful green field before me, as cherry blossoms dance lightly in the wind. The image quickly fades as the young governess before me shouts and recoils in fear. I reach my hand out, and she retreats further into the corner and curls herself into a ball. I sometimes forget what I am. I remove my demon's face and pull off my helmet and set them on the floor. I pull her up and carry her in my arms down the steps to her mother waiting with my men outside. She weeps and takes her daughter from me. She falls to the ground with her as they embrace, both of them with tears of joy, and sadness stream across their faces. The governor's wife bows her head and thanks me as I gather my men and we make our way down the hill. I long for a chance to return to my home and be with my family. My wife writes me that we have a son born this fall. I want to be their to see him grow up and teach him the ways of our people. I look back over my shoulder up the hill and see the figures still holding onto each other... As long as men such as this can be allowed to roam the land my work shall not be done. I replace my face and place my helm upon my head. I am Samurai.