Israel again

I'll say it once and I'll say it again, Everyone goes to Israel. Not just one or two people, but Everyone! Now my brother's going to Israel, I mean come on. Oh yes, I'm just that excited that he's going, but why can't I go to. I really do think it's got something to do with school.Can't remmember what. Maybe the little fact that he graduated. *sigh* I can't stay annoyed forever. And now for something compleatly different...

A Student’s World

School,
we enter and exit every morn
expectin’ to learn
how to reach great heights
comin’ close to grabin’ our dreams
straight out of the star filled sky.

Wakin’ up,
getting’ ready,
Just wantin’ to lay our head down and dream away.
But hey, school calls
must go
For, wait let me count, six more days.

Teachers,
They come to teach us
That’s why they’re teachers, duh!
Workin’ at all hours
Just to get an iota of information
inta our little, stubborn brains

Trying to grab our glassy eyed gaze
up to a little white board on
the drab wall
Wid little black squiggles
or so it seems inside our nodding heads

All we want to do is lay down and drift off to sleep in bliss.

-c.w.

Did I say compleatly different?

So Isreal, school, Isreal, where do poems come in?

a good poem at last!!!

I've desided after(as said in Madagascar the movie)many deep brain things, to post a GOOD poem! So you all have cause to celebrate. Actually I think it's good and don't really care if it is, ha! So, if you can after such an intro, sit back, relax, and enjoy :)...

Wolves Bane

The wolf slinks silently through the trees
Nary a leaf does his padded paw stir
Moonlight filtering between the majestic boughs
A whisper here, a whisper there,
A whisper echoing throughout a forgotten realm.

An owl’s throaty call wraps itself coyly round the solemn sentries
A living rope of magic it twines, it’s spell of mystery and fear on all
Who is it who dares the old world’s snare?

Hackles raised in defiance long unused
I will deny any who stand between me and the long waiting moon.
A city of white fills yellow eyes that pear out of short gray fur
Nay, he does not head,
The chilling plead of the swaying tree.

The moon glares down into an empty clearing
Down in exhaustion the wolf sits; head up in salute
His eyes enmeshed in white brilliance
Yearning for a distant city
Cries of anguish cannot be stilled
A silver mist descends, trapping the caller forevermore
Held by bonds of white, the moon dream strong.

-crystal woods

yep, yep. I'm trying not to gloat over my favorite poem. 'night all!

Shoot, why not?

Well to be different and to cause some annoyance just for fun... how d'ya like my random text color? Pretty nifty huh? Aaight I admit I'm annoying and so proud! So, I've nothing particular to write about and I was trying to put a neat picture on but... no (what was it?) server was not found, oh joy. So for some more POETRY :).

Growth

from a small source
a tiny thing
just sitting in my hand
not even filling it
there comes great monstrosities
bigger than man

for if carefully put away
nourished every day
out grows new life
green as the greenest sea hand
flexible as a new born babe
and fragile,
fragile as the finest crystal.

but if it survives the first weeks
it grows
stronger, stouter, taller
reaching for the sun
bringing forth nourishment,
health,
and happiness for all.

living long
seeing generations passing by it's feet
wizened now like an old old man
gnarled, twisted
and yet it always cares
sheltering many within it's heart

just look there and learn how to be
for so are we if we just learn from these ancient trees.
-Crystal Woods

Yah, FYI peeps, I wrote this in a bio class (I was bored, don't remember why, hmmm...).