Saturday, April 28, 2007



Walking up the stony road with whispers here and there,
I heard a laugh, a gasp, a cry but none did I despair,
I walked a long the star lit street, with cafe to my side.
I did not stop for a bite to eat, for the night seemed to alive.
To alive to waste such time even to pause for moments few,
Tonight was for walking, not so much talking to anyone not even you.
Not to be rude, a brute, or blunt even if all those may seem true,
thought I that some situations and occasions deserve what they are due.
So leave me to walk in my quiet contemplation, continue on your way.
Sun will come and night will pass, and at last all can come as it may.
-knight-errant A

Friday, April 27, 2007

The Dream

I dreamt last night, of things unseen, and the future that still could come,
if I act accordingly, in being so loyaly, true to the mojo law,
Or was it a fancy, a whim, a dream that is what I had saw
I woke to morning, and looked up deploring, the sun which anguished me some.

See it had ruined my dream, by shortening the thing, of which I did so desire,
to return to my bed, and in so forget, about the to do's that had encumbered,
and at the thought of returning, to my bed and confirming, all that I feared,
See if I returned to sleep, in such hopes of repeat, I would fail in that too acquire.

So wake I did, for hopes that it may rid, my memory of such optimistic thought,
for how coud it be, that she might return to me, to mend the broken shards,
or will she return, to spit on and burn, the pieces till left blackened and charred,
So tell me truely, does this dream fool me, into a hope in which I should not be caught!

-Knight-errant A

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

the nectar of life and the saints that serve it

The greatness that is coffee shops.
I've come to realize that my love of Moscow is almost completely and solely based around its coffee shops. I mean what else could it be? The weather is complete crap 5-6 months out of the year, half the time at nights it smells like all the cows were fed something that didn't sit particularly well and they decided to give our nostrils a preview of it. U of I while not completely horrible is also nothing special. I can't complain about my living circumstances, but you can get a sweet place anywhere. I have a good group of friends, but that is balanced out by the existence of worst greek system, most annoying hicks, and all around retarded drunk people. I would say something about the women situation or lack there of but I feel that the suggestion of such would have repricussions that I don't want to deal with; so, I will restrain myself. Also, the choices for entertainment or culinary diversity are at a rather pathetic low. The only things left are the coffee shops. I am of the personal opinion that God's gift to Moscow to keep the few like me sane is Moscow's coffee shops. You know a town has done something right if they have four different types of coffee shops in a two block stretch (all of which are serving the nectar of life as the name would suggest) and not one of them is Starbucks. No matter what type of coffee you want or what type of atmosphere you want to drink it in, Moscow has you covered. So for this, I give chops to Moscow and its havens of happiness.... well done!

Monday, April 23, 2007

Seasons

The solemn nature of a true heart
is not the nature of mine.
For what heart is true
than the happiest heart divine.
No, give me mirth and joy and glee,
for these mine heart shouldst love.
Why let sorrow be thy nature,
when we still rest above
on God's green earth
so lush, jubulant, and live.
Why choose the winters cold,
if spring and summer are not far behind?
Then warmth in my morrow shouldst grow,
Winter and Autumn are fleeting things
Just as Summer and Spring too.
So why not take joy in what we have
and linger not in pity's gloom.
Yes, give me a heart of joy and peace,
for these will keep me happy and true
and when winters come, I will laugh
for I know they will be over soon.
-A

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Covered in Haze

A tribute to the Parnassus club from its fearless leader. Enjoy...

Bathed in smoke that fills the room,
we sit and revel in words and fumes.
Of glories and loves, battles and deeds,
dreams and choices, for us to read.
Men still yet remembered, for words not yet lost,
who are we to consider, such magnificent thoughts.

Here we sit, the best three strong.
We sit long, strong, and proud
to listen, babble, and discuss
the best of ideas and laud.
Women cross our thoughts
from time to time in shrowds,
covered in a thick blue/grey haze,
given off in whispy clouds.

So if you think you merrit,
to become one of the few,
Look for a dusky, dim lit library,
for there do we sit and muse.

-A

Boredom

With school, work, and business in the works, life is busier than ever. As the years progress and the light at the end of colleges tunnel grows from a spec to an gateway, time becomes a precious commodity. With all of this, how do I still find myself bored? I am busier than ever and even with my weeks planned out, it seems I barely have enough time to get everything done. Yet, boredom........boredom!!!!! How, why? What right is it of mine to be bored. This isn't my time, my body, or my life. It all belongs to God and God has been overly kind. So, why am I bored. My pastor this morning this morning preached out of Ecclesiastes. "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity" Eccl 1:2; All the rivers run into the sea, Yet the sea is not full; To the place from which the rivers come, There they return again. All things are full of labor; Man cannot express it. The eyee is not satisfied with seeing, Nor the ear filled with hearing. Eccl 1:7-8.
I find a bit of solace in this book. Even Solomon was bored. He had all the world to offer: a large kingdom, wisdom, wives, money, and anything else his heart desired except for contentment. What gain was it to have everything, when everyone leaves with nothing. Growing up I always heard the phrase, "You can't take it with you", in retrospect maybe it should have been, "You can't take it with you and you don't get to stay". But as my pastor stated this morning, it doesn't matter who you are or what you do, you are still going to die and wether you die a king or a beggar that doesn't change your state. So, what is the point? "Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we die"? I would say not. Instead, love and serve God for there is no greater thing in life.
Maybe then my attentions are misplaced. Maybe my boredom is a result of misplaced priorities. In this I gain comfort, that the only thing worthwhile in life is seeking after the Great Provider and only in him will I find contentment. My prayer is that God never lets me overlook this truth.