Rainy Friday

Today is gloomy and cloudy with water falling from the sky. You wake up and it is still dark out. Which is kind of a good thing because if it was lighter the sky would be a dull gray color. I wouldn't really mind the weather if it was on any other day, but today is Friday and it is going to be boring when I get home. Probably because the roads are slippery and dangerous to drive on. I really hate rainy fridays.

Wedensday

Its Wednesday and nothing really happened. I also can't wait for he weekend to start.

Autumn/Fall

The Autumn/Fall is the time when the leaves fall. I take it as a symbol that the holidays are near and we are all awaiting Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and then we start off again with a new year. That is all caused by the start of one season.

Strumming Peace (Poem)

Vibrations are followed with lovely singing
Of squirrels and birds, while my guitar is ringing,
The song that comes with only peace
For when there is fray, the songs will cease.

The steel is strummed, to create repose
Nobody knows, why the song flows,
In our minds, it is so large
It gives our souls, some kind of charge.

We are confused by this special force
Though we don’t even question its great source,
We gather in venus, theatres, and parks
Just to see people, play under arcs.

We seem to be crazy, when it's really pondered,
But it's just music, noise, with a special power
Even though its just noise, it shall always be wondered.

Strumming Peace

He sat down with the sounds of nature. His fingers being in complete sync with the wind blowing in the trees, and animals scurrying around. The beauty that was once part of the trees, but was not thought out yet. Not exposed until the aid from humans. With their tools that were able to carve a single tree into an instrument with such big roots, and such big meaning. Directly after the carving, came the wounding of steel. Placed with an extreme amount of pressure. This pressure held the capability of having most peaceful and relaxing noises imaginable. Though it could not be created just by itself. There needed to be a soul with the same amount of grace. This leads us to when one boy changed the life of his whole family……

………All he could hear was arguments, screaming, yelling, and with the pain of constant headaches. He had put up with this all until he could not take it anymore. Until he had went storming out of the house with a following slam. Having the windows being open did not help much at all. He could not even hear the animals of nature chirping and scurrying around outside. He was filled with anger, just trying to think of a way to stop this madness.

He knew that music had this some sort of “magical ability” of calming down the human body and mind. Though he came to discover that his family would not calm with music coming from a radio, or a cd. They would only calm through pure, live, music, coming from the same room or building which they were occupied. So he went digging through his room, eventually scrounging up his old guitar from which he has formerly came to be an amateur, but rarely played. He walked down and outside and began playing beautiful folk, blues, and jazz music, while he waited for the arguments and headaches to arrive home. He was playing there on his porch when he came to feel that all of his stress disappeared as if they were traveling away in the sound waves with the notes, leaving the guitar. He also came to discover that there were no arguments in his home for that night. Though the most amazing thing he came to find out was that he could hear the squirrels screeching, and the birds chirping. He continued this on for months until all of the worries in the family disappeared.

The family came to have this feeling that everything was going to be alright, and nothing bad was going to happen. All because of this one boys discoveries, and well thought out theories, he helped his family overcome the killing ways of stress and worries.

New Post

It's Friday and September 19, 2008 and I am getting ready to go to the varsity football game tonight. I have to go home and post my short story onto my blog because the story is not on the MacBooks at school. I typed it at home.

First Post, First Blog

This is my first blog, also it is my first post. Welcome to my blog.