Raise Your Glass to an Ode to St. Patrick

"Another Round! Another Round!" Heard from the pub downtown.

"Here, Here! Here, Here!" Throw down more beer.

Clank, Clank! Clap, Clap! Forget about "on tap."

"More beer! More beer!" Even the leps will cheer.

Dusk comes around, but still you hear, "Another Round! Another Round! Here, Here! Here, Here!"

Happy St. Patrick's Day to the Irish and all Irish heritage!!!!

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Lights Out with No Good-Night

Anything can happen in a flash.

In a flash, a vibrant home becomes a hollow tomb.

In a flash, a lively family becomes three distant strangers.

In a flash, a happy man is on the ground surrounded by a pool of crimson blood.

In a flash, a loving dog is stuffed in the mailbox, fur and skin bursting out of the cracks.

In a flash, an adoring wife and mother falls to her knees, crying over the body impaled in a van.

In a flash, an obedient daughter slides her knife a little deeper, never letting the scar close.

In a flash, an unnoticed son can crack.

Screams at the top of his lungs. Jumps in the seat. Ignores the brake.

Police cars come, speed lightning fast. But, to no avail.

For the life has passed.

And, it all happened.

In a flash.

-log

Why is it called a blog? Why not a wlog? Vlog means video blog, so why can't wlog mean writer's log?

I am a writer after all, and this site is my log of writings.

So, why blog?

What does the "b" stand for? Brain?

Brain log. That's interesting.

What do you think about "blog"?

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Happy Pi Day!

(And, yes I did look up pi for the decimals)

Will pi ever end? Like pie, I highly doubt it. Pie is awesome (and I wish I had some right now). Today, mathmaticians should be partying, having pie, celebrating the greatness of pie...er...pi.

Celebration. That is the theme of this month. For me at least. Pi Day, Ides of March--Caesar's death (Brittany's birthday :P, President Andrew Jackson's birthday, Bret Michaels' birthday), St. Patrick's Day (family birthday), the Offical Last Day of Winter (March 19th which--you guessed it--another birthday, my best friend's), March 20th (golf teammate's birthday), March 24th (my fabulous roommate's birthday).

Maybe March should just be know as the party month. I know more celebration-worthy events happening in March than any other month.

It's crazy.

No, really. It is.

So, what is happening or what happened to you in the month of March?

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Four-leaf clover if you couldn't guess. I'm not very artistic with computer signs. :P <--See.

Quite Natural

I pride myself as the wall. Blending in with only a look or two.

I pride myself being the background, unnoticed. Working behind closed doors casting a shapeless shadow on the floor.

My voice a whisper fading into the wind. Two words spoken but seem only an imagination.

I stroll by, not in a rushed pace but brisk. Maybe too fast for you, that's just your loss.

Never will I be the focus of a spotlight unless forced to. I will shy away because the attention scares me so.

However, I pride myself being fluent in a language so delicate. Many dialects but I am fairly fluent in only two.

With praise, I flourish the aspects of some. With covert operations, I hide my malice over others.

Names are names, but what name can be given a person? What name can fully describe the person?

None! None can! And, for that reason is the language given. For the master to weave a person from this name or name a person from the language.

'Tis not as simple, as easy as we make it to be. 'Tis why we familiarize ourselves with others. A stranger or two.

But, some are hard. They see only flaws and image. They are distasteful, crude, air headed, evil.

They are all like that, too. And, they get nowhere. Fall on their faces, beg for lowly jobs. Or at least they will. It's their future.

It's these I pride myself for. These faceless monstrosities. All the same, so I must give them a face. Perhaps even spare them a name.

I have to study them, watch them move. An aspect or two maybe of interest but that's it. Add the "highlights" and done.

A story that cherishes the person, idolizes. So annoying.

Give me death! Give me heroic adventure! That I will spotlight for! That I will shine for!

But, I must take my pride and wait. It's not quite yet. I another time or two before I'm set.

I will take my pride and bloom beautiful flowers. Death will come to them, but they never last long do they?

An orchard yearns to be born. One that lasts forever. And, I feel the anxiety that can't wait.

The time is not yet ripe. I must take my pride, the language to paint a fair portrait or two.

I must pride myself as I become the breath of the wind. Caressing, blissful but silent to the truth.