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Name: Blue
Birthday: 5/27/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Writing poetry and music. Playing the guitar, piano, and singing. Thinking philosophically. Working out. Parkour and Free Running, Listening to good music (everything from classical to modernist composers and techno to doom/death metal). Having deep conversations about confusing things. And people in general...I find people very interesting...and amusing.
Expertise: I'm a ninja. Just not a very good one...So far, all I can do is jump off things, scream, and wave a knife around. But every day, the tiger within me grows and learns. Rawr.
Occupation: Musician/Guitar Instructor/Stu
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
5/27/2004
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| With His FingerI watched him do it the man he had a gun it was black like when I close my eyes and I watched him I watched him because he was there there weren't any people around just me then he did it with his finger this one he didn't know I was watching I didn't know I was either I thought he was a man with a gun not a leaky hole it was red red on the ground and I read it and it said something but I couldn't hear it because my ears were ringing and then I couldn't see because his eyes were staring Copyright 2008 Daniel E. Maycock
EDIT: Late last night I wrote three more stanzas, but I'm not reproducing those here because if I end up liking this poem enough I'll probably write some kind of a song around it. 
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| 2 Huge 4 MeI have two really big projects planned for this summer. I'm going to be getting a job this summer too, so I don't know how much time I'll have, but I'm really going to try to make time for these projects. I don't want to say what they are quite yet. I'll just say that one is going to be musical and the other one is a philosophical project. Both are things that I feel that I need to do for my own sanity and growth and also for my generation and the ones that follow. If you happen to think of me in these next few weeks please pray for three things: 1) That I would be able to find a job and that the job I find would allow me enough time to be able to work on these projects. 2) That I would be continually inspired and have a desire to work on these projects and see them to completion. 3) That God would grant me clarity and wisdom as I seek to learn and impart truth and beauty to the world around me. I'd appreciate your prayers more than you know. -Blue P.S. And if you REALLY feel like praying, I'm giving a talk at the end of the month at a youth conference of some sort. I'm going to be talking on Worldviews. So, you could pray that I'll be able to reach these kids through my meager speaking ability (I take heart that God used Moses. I too have trouble speaking at times...). | | |
| Okay, so maybe I haven't been keeping up with the popular music scene like I should be (I haven't listened to the radio in over 6 months), but my one of my band mates got me a really sweet CD that he picked up at a pawn shop for like 50 cents or something. It's The Walking Wounded by Bayside (which apparently came out in 2007). And it's pretty amazing.
I've been working on a really dumb English project. Part of it requires that we go through a dictionary writing down words from a certain part of the page, skipping every few pages. I'm at word 200 right now and really unhappy with this assignment. It's mindless tedium. It benefits me absolutely none.
College is stupid. Much of it is not education. A lot of college is dis-education.
I am exhausted. But I'll make it. I always do. I just need to make sure I don't flirt with The Deprivation of Basic Necessities like I tend to. I've gotten better about that lately. I'm not sleeping more, but I'm eating three meals a day now. Ha, granted, I usually eat lunch around 4 o'clock and I usually eat dinner between 12 and 2 in the morning, but still.
I'm also getting exercise. I've been riding my bike because I can't afford to keep buying gas for my car (even though it gets something like 30mpg). I average about 5-6 miles on my bike per day. On busy days I'll ride around 12 miles. It's not that much, but a little exercise is better than none.
Okay, I'm going to go now and finish copying words out of the dictionary. [insert unhappy face of your choice here].
-Blue
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| Brain Echoes for 2AMIt's 2AM again and I'm not asleep because I'm studying for class tomorrow.
Today I went to a lecture it was boring it was on Flannery O'Connor which sounds interesting but it wasn't but the man said something in passing that made me think he said
maybe the mind has little to do with persuasion
So I thought what does that even mean I'm not sure it means anything
Today I saw a book called Live With Lightning
I don't know what it was about but it had a cool title so I wrote the title down so I could remember it because I will one day probably use a version of that for something great
I am good at song writing but I don't know if that's what I want to spend my time doing in music I want to change music I want to change what a song means and what a song is but to do that I need to stop writing songs so that I can return and write a song back to what I need it to be I know this now because we had a discussion in class today about how just because we're good at something doesn't mean that we shouldn't pursue it because it comes too easily many things come too easily for me I don't know what to pursue I want to do everything I want to be everything and nothing I want to be me but I find myself thinking myself into you and others and finding out I exist after all as a separate being with a separate mind and a face
I have a face and don't think I ever really knew that until a few days ago when I looked in the mirror and saw that I had a face and I realized that I only thought I knew what I looked like but I was wrong or maybe I had just forgotten but I have one now but I'm still not sure what that means other than the fact that I am not invisible and exist outwardly
Before I existed as something shapeless, a pulsating blob of burning consciousness completely internal and I thought I was invisible and could never understand how anybody could see me or find me but I have a face now maybe I did all along but now I know it but I still don't know what that means.
There are too many echoes and throbbing ideas that I can't seem to find in my head right now
In my head there are too many echoes and throbbing ideas that I can't find or catch
I need silence and an end to motion
To put myself in the motion I need
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| We are all weather vanesWe are all weather vanes. We point to where we think the wind is blowing and we keep pointing after it stops, hoping it will begin again. The wind floats clouds and clouds exhale damply . The trouble is that we can't make the wind and that all of us are backwards and broken. But when it rains, it won't matter that we can't find the wind. The broken iron leaves will be replaced with new iron buds and our eyes will pivot in search for the sun behind the clouds and we will not be back-broken, backwards anymore. Blow on me Lord, I'm a broken weather vane.
-Blue
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