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| A Classical Christmas Story (Steve's Writing Project for 2008)I was originally planning on writing a prose entry, but couldn't settle on a plotline. Christmas is a bit more poetic, so I went down this path. Tell me what you think! The snow rains down like dust, cluttering through the fields of white,
And the valley sings in the wind, ivory fields as far as the sight.
The Christmas trees au naturelle, beads of frost upon the pines,
And the beauty of it all takes shape, if only your eyes will find
The sun shines like a disc in the heavens, a white Host elevated for all to see,
And as we gather round the fire, standing next to the portly Yuletide tree,
Grandmother tells us the stories of old, how the pilgrims found their way,
A star led two faithful people of God, how they made this the most important day,
They were going to follow the Heavens, but He gave them only but to follow a Star,
Oh, how the distances piled up in the desert, but ne’er was their venture too far
Away in a manger the baby was born she said, wrapped in but a pure white sheet
And the animals, the innkeeper, and three wise men they were about to meet
Savior was born in Bethelem that night, and lived so that we could do so too,
Grandmother smiled, and said Many know the story but the mystery only known by few.
Gather round the dinner table, for the ham and corn is ready, we hear the call,
A feast for the masses, food for the heart, and a gift from God it is all,
Young and old meet for just that one moment, we have waited but for a year,
And the greatest joys of the season, we shall assemble, and do so here.
“Grace be upon this food,” we fold our hands and bless the harvest great,
“Thanks be to God for the feast that we place upon our dinner plate.”
Our eyes glow and the heart yearns for the morsels of mealtime so filling,
Like Scrooge’s good Goose but cost much better than the shilling.
Auntie lights the candles, Uncle lights upon the star above the tree,
We’ve had Christmases past for years, but this is what the holiday is meant to be.
Look upon the family who bore you a lifetime ago, and speak of stories like you heard,
And feast upon the corn, cranberries, and the wonderfully cooked Christmas bird.
Soon, this will be but a memory of the past, pictures frozen in a thin sheet of time,
But we’ll remember this day for the rest of our lives, and we will always call it mine.
The plates soon shine like the snow outside, and satisfy our hunger for nourishment so good,
We sit down for thanksgiving to each other, and we give our hints to our neighbor like we should.
Wrapped up in foil, brightly colored ribbons show our love for the neighbor so specially ours,
And the joy of feeling the packages of joy, we could never hold tight those few hours,
We have but this time to share with each other, the meaning of what you mean to me,
And upon the ribbons and paper that shines, we make it facilitated for all of us to see,
The sons get the sleds and train sets, the daughters the dolls and tea cups to play,
And soon Santa will pass through the street, spending a minute to make their day.
Mom gets a brand new sweater to keep warm, made by the Hand of God and of Love,
Dad gets some hand tools and fishing gear, his smile as bright as a dove.
Grandma gets coffee sets to drink, Grandpa a shovel to make the harvest we all treasure,
And among us all the sums of the love we have, the present too great, too hard to measure.
The trees outside smile in their height, sparkling like the stars through the moonlit sky,
Christmas means everything to us all, and this little story tells us all exactly why. | | |
| Steve's Ultimate Playlist Game!I'm going to put some lyrics from songs on my iPod that I play. See if you can guess what they are without Google or researching.
01. You know what I came here for, I could not ask for more
02. I got a call today, at 3 am, it's what you didn't say that hurts again
03. I first saw you like an old ghost story, from a family tree that was handed down for me.
04. She got out of town, railway New York bound
05. Oh you can come over to my place if you want to, you can do anything you wanna do
06. When I was a little bitty boy, my grandmother gave me a cute little toy
07. Did you ever think when you're all alone, that I'm holdin' back
08. No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame anymore, it's your turn
09. I just want you close, where you can stay forever, you can be sure that it will only get better
10. Desmond owns a barrow in the marketplace, Molly is a singer in a band.
11. When the road gets dark, and you can no longer see, Give this love a shot baby,
12. I was standing all alone against the world outside, you were searching for a place to hide
13. Lollipop, you must have mistaked me for a sucker
14. Over the sea and far away she's waiting like an iceberg waiting to change
15. I'm holding on my robe got me ten feet off the ground
16. You got a smile so bright, you know you could have been a candle
17. Mississippi mud never touched her fingers, California sand lies in her hair
18. Baby baby making love is easy all I want is you baby baby breaking down is easy
19. Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath, I'm still standing here, and you're miles away
20. Tell me is it a way of life you fall into pieces every time, and I don't need a care at all
21. Like a grain on the beach like a star in the sky far too many to count with the naked eye
22. Can you see the sun is shinin' on me it makes me feel so free so alive it makes me want to survive
23. There are girls across the nation that will eat this up
24. Well I'm not suprised when you call my number life's a bitch when you're going under
25. Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lets look overhead strike up the band and make the fireflies stand silver moon sparkling
See how many you can name. I'll post the answers and scoring system once I get at least 5 responses.
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| Song Lyrics: "Burn"Ok, so I haven't written one of these in a long time. I think it's time once again. (For the HD Experience, get Blue Highway font from Google!) Inspiration song type is attached.
[Verse 1] Somedays the sun just don't want to shine
And I forget last night when I thought you were mine
I do everything to tell you I love you still
But the pounding of your heart is pounding on my will
The fact that you are gone now is true
I still think I am in love with you....
[Chorus] For the last time I have seen your twisted face
And the coldness in your heart in your embrace
Still the night calls like the sirens of old
Tossing your letters and chocolate into the fire
Life is better without the need for desire
I'm still going to say it's true
I'm healing from the burn of you
I'm healing from the burn of you
[Verse 2] I lay down every night and see the empty sheets
Your perfume from Macy's still smells ever so sweet
I cuddle the pilow with the head that isn't there
And wrap my arms around my little teddy bear
Making out with nothing is not something to do
I still think I am in love with you.... [Chorus] [Verse 3] Can it be that now I feel like I am alone?
That the time we had together was something you owned?
And the fire within us scorched us from the start?
Burning sensations of fuel in the fiame
Life without you just isn't the same
Why do we have to be apart?
I still feel like you're there
Why do we have to be apart?
Like you don't even care
Why do we have to be apart?
[Chorus, reprise] For the last time I threw you out
And my foolish heart gave its final loud shout
It says the dish is best ever served cold
You can find the guy whose sex is on fire
But you're already burned by his desire
I've healed from the burn of you...
I've healed from the burn of you. | | |
| Simply Amazing: A Project By Steve Zwolinski.In the spirit of Frank and his PostSecret views, I've decided to do a little bit of the derivative of it and make something that should be evident everyday and I don't think gets out enough.
Here's what I would like: A lot of you have wives/hubbies/boyfriends/girlfriends/it's complicated, etc. Why don't we create a thread where all we do is spout out what we truly feel about them. So, for example, if you think your girlfriend's laugh is so funny because she snorts, post it here. If your fiance is great because the first time you saw him play on your cousin Bob's drum set while he had half a case of Coors in his system, tell us.
I'll try and archive them. You can also message me if you want them to stay secret, but the entire purpose is to get people to say good things about one another openly and not be ashamed to be truthful and honest with the ones we love.
So anyways, if you are interested, let the messages flow. Perhaps we will all find out stuff that we never would have known - stuff which would brighten up our days.
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| For Election DaySo now the road has come to the end
Our party's reputation we shall defend
We've blasted each other in paper, radio, and TV
And given our ideals air for all to see
So we hate each other because of where we stand
And we know each other have something else planned
But we'll go on Tuesday and make the call
And hopefully our candidate will win it all.
Let's hope that who wins will give peace of mind
And prosperity rampant we shall find
Every man will pay on his own very due
And the economy crisis will no longer be true
Taxes go down and our paychecks go to the sky
And we can wave our national conflicts goodbye
Joe the Plumber will be in every person's home
And the oceans will still be white with foam.
So in this election, pick the person that is just like you
And hopefully the person you pick will pick you too! | | |
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