Sick...?

So I'm sick. As an intermission to my poem and my weird Jesus story/dream. I thought since I'm feeling like death and sitting at the computer listening to music, I should blog. Everything other than me feeling like shit is good. there isn't a whole lot to tell you...if you give a shit, Tyler is dating Abby. .... Yeah thats what I said. But its all good. They're...happy. So thats all that matters. I was typing with one hand for a while and things were moving really slowly.
Its WASL week, in other news. And I don't have to get up until 930 (technically) 'cause school starts, for me, at 10. But I went today at normal time (its an option) and wandered around until I ran into a friend and we ended up in the Ceramics room with another friend. We made dumb stuff and *crosses fingers* hopefully they'll get fired. ^_^ That was fun, and tomorrow I'll probably go in at the same time to do it again. 'Cause it was really fun. How did your past weekend go? I don't want to talk about mine. What are you doing next weekend? Thats cool...Uh....The song I'm listening to right now is;
"1,2,3,4" by the Plain White T's.
Normally, I can't stand them. But its an alright song. And I had to see what the hype was about. Well I guess, I'll go now and maybe lie down or something. Ugh....

Twma,
Sacred Secret

Telephone 1

I was sitting on the couch sippin' a dry martini, and watchin some dumb horror movie on T.V, You know the ones where all the women are stupid and the men die? Yeah. Anyway, watchin T.V when the phone rings. -RING RING RING- Thanks. So, I glance over at the caller ID and it says 'Calling...Home.' Sighing, I picked it up and expected my mother to launch into some crazy rant about how my socks are always dirty or something. With my eyes trying to see my brain I spoke into the receiver my reluctant greeting; "Hello?"
"Hey, Kris. How're you doing?"
I pulled the phone away from my ear, placed a hand over the speaker, and looked down at the Caller ID again. It said 'Connected...Home.' It shifted looks between the ID and the receiver as though one of them was lying to me. I didn't know who this guy was, or how he got my number but it was freakin' me out. He sounded like he could be my older brother if I had one. I reconnected my ear to the phone, still watching the ID to reassure myself it stayed on 'Home'.
"Who is this?"
"Will you believe me if I tell you?"
I rolled my eyes. "Well it depends on who you think you are."
"To be honest, I know my name and I know who I am. I'm calling to answer your questions though so, My name is Jesus."
It couldn't help it, laughter exploded from me and I almost spilled my martini. It was a good couple minutes before I could breathe again and reply, "Your name is what? Your not serious!"
"I expected that response. You asked me my name and I told you."
"I didn't want you to lie to me."
"I would never. What reason do I have?"
"I dunno. Prank call?"
"Prank call? I don't have time for prank calls, Kris. How can I prove this to you?"
"What am I thinking right now?"
"Your very confused, nervous, afraid. You think I'm crazy. You think your paranoid. This could never happen. Do they have phones in heaven?"
"Holy shit!...er...sorry about that."
He laughs. "Its alright, I like that one."
So I'm sitting there, blinking with my mouth pulling its own goldfish act. "Wow...Okay so...what did you call for...Sir? Mister? Do I call you My Lord or something?"
He's still snickering on the other end of the phone...wherever the other end was... "Nah, Jesus works, or Son, or whatever. Call me John if you want."
"What about Smithy?" I had just finished playing 'Smithy's Quest' online a while ago.
"If you want."
"Right. Okay, Smithy, what did you call for?"
"You had a question."
"Do you call everyone that has a question?"
"Everybody gets one."
"Okay then...Wait one question or one call?"
"Well obviously you get more than one question."
"Oh."
"So?"
"Okay...Why is the sky blue?"
He sighs and there's some kind of rattling on the other end. "That's a fluke. The atmosphere is really reflective so its mimicking the color of the water."
"Really?"
"Well I'm not lying."
"Right Right. Sorry."
"Its fine. Next? C'mon give me something difficult."
"Does everyone have a soul?"
More rattling, "Yes. Your soul determines where you wind up in the afterlife. Heaven, Hell, Earth, Limbo."
"Shit, there's really a Hell?"
"Wal-Mart exists doesn't it?"
"True..."



TBC....

Begin It

Let me tell you this, in words you'll understand.
Where music fails, and pens run dry,
And the keys stick to the board.
When your paint brush busts,
Your charcoal snaps.
Your muse runs from you screaming.
Let me tell you this in wors you'll understand
Cause theres nothing in this word better than
What we've got.
You had it and lost it
I found you there
In the gutter of the City, where no one knows
Your there.
And you needed me so I lent a hand
But you pushed me away,
Said you could stand.
So I watched, and I waited
For you to make your move.
But still you sit there,
Reclined and Recluse.
What can I do?
To mend what they've broken,
Won't you give me that final token?
The gift that will lead me to my Paradise
the field of your heart.
Your soul, that is Light.
Let me find your fountain of tears
and drain it of its sorrow
Let not another teardrop fall
Unless it falls in joy.



Finish It.