Dear God,

What if it's true and all the roads of my life really do lead back to You?

What if You're at the end of every rock strewn path?

Well if I'm to be led to You, then let me also be led by You.

So I'll follow You to the ends of the Earth.

Just give the word.


Love,

Sam

Memory, like sand, can slip through our fingers, but will never cease to exist.

Hurts, like scars, can be forgotten, but not erased.
Reputation, like feelings, can be destroyed, but not unmade.
Life, like time, can be taken, but not repaid.
Intentions, like existence, can be ignored, but not defaced.

To hurt, to feel, to forget,
Just maybe, just perhaps...

Remember.

Wedding Bells

Two lives were joined today.

And two lives were just made that much more meaningful.

Congratulations Jason and Christina!

Rosebush

I was sifting through my computer looking at all my old writings, when I stumbled across this old poem. Sure it's something begot of an angst ridden teenager, but I just couldn't help myself and laughed at the wit.

Anger seething; perhaps I loath the thought,

That you do not know the intention behind the act.

Words of judgment spilled out; too fast,

But you do not regret them.

They just lie there, hands stretched out; beckoning,

But I just stare; lost to irrationalism.

Brushing them aside, I let lose the suppressed emotion,

And for that, I am punished.

But I, am not the only one lost on the island of irrationality;

You too, express anger; for a cause unknown.

You look at a rosebush,

But all you see are thorns;

You fail to see the intricate patterns, on the beautiful smooth petals of a lone flower.

Likewise, you see the action,

But fail to see the cause, nor the intent. [no, you do not know. Nor do you care]

In doing so, you shred the piece of red velvet against the thorns.

Now, you are left with nothing more than a thornbrush;

Well done, you.

Chocolate Hearts

A heart made of chocolate
Is sweet and tempting;
Very much part of why it attracts.
But a heart like that is easy to consume
And also too easy to be consumed by.

A nibble here,
A nibble there,
And then a slightly bigger bite
Till all that's left is an empty shell,
And a person walking without a heart.

Soon the chocolate will dissolve,
Fusing with blood and an unsated aftertaste.
And with that, a brown liquid will pump
Through and about your veins,
Slowly eating at the walls of your own heart.

After the shadows lick the moon a dozen,
All that's left of your heart will be gone,
And you'll be left with none but a heart of chocolate,
Sweet and tempting,
Waiting to be consumed.

Oh Shakespeare you brilliant, brilliant man

One of his sonnets, emailed to me by Sarah:

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shall see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

Decryption Woes

Before you decieve yourself into thinking that no one could be that cruel, yes, this did happen.

I quote, plus minus a word or two:


Zethan to Sam: Well don't needlessly fret buddy. I'm fairly confident you'll manage to transcribe the pertaining permutation algorithm into a format from which you can then utalize in completing your decryption.

Sam to Zethan: Huh? Wait, come again? What the heck does pertaining mean?

Melissa to Zethan: Stop disturbing the poor kid here. Can't you see he's trying to concentrate? Go back to studying your hylomorphisms.

Sam to Melissa: Hey, hey, hey I'm not a kid okay?

Sam to Sam's Consciousness: Note to self. Hang out with dumber people from now on. Especially when they like to pick on you.


per·tain

intr.v. per·tained, per·tain·ing, per·tains

1. To have reference; relate: evidence that pertains to the accident.

2. To belong as an adjunct, part, holding, or quality.

3. To be fitting or suitable.


Now empowered with the gift of retrospective foresight (hindsight);

Sam to Zethan: No, I don't believe I have achieved a sufficient mastery as of yet.

My proof?

It's been four days.

I still dont have my cleartext.