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Needed a new face...

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~Battie~

Currently Listening Punk Goes Acoustic By Various Artists Swing Life Away see related

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My Uncle David died this morning, 12:30am...

~Battie~

Currently Watching Cars (Widescreen Edition) By Owen Wilson, Bonnie Hunt see related

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Well, nothing really new in the Bat Dept. except I baby-sat with Keith yesterday. He had Krista's kids, too, so that kept us busy. We watched Cars..heh heh heh..great movie.

~Battie~

Currently Listening U2 - The Best of 1990-2000 By U2 Beautiful Day see related

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Not really a whole lot to update on, so I decided to regail you with more poetry:

“Once upon a time,” that’s what the old tales say

And of how the Prince carried his Lady to his castle far away.

The world may sing of black birds and pockets full of rye;

The world may sing of dragons who conquered all the sky.

And yet the world may say that these things cannot be,

And I’d say that they are sightless, for they truly cannot see.

“For My Sister”

If I were a painter, I’d tell you what I’d draw

I’d paint a place for you to go where you’d have no pain at all.

If I were a sculptor, I’ll tell you what I’d craft,

I’d make my face a jester just to hear you laugh.

And If I were a person who had a voice for rhyme,

I’d sing a song where your stories would end happy all the time.

But I am just a dreamer, and all I have to give

Are the simple but sufficient dreams by which I live.

And even though I can’t sing, I’ll at least give it a try

In hopes my words might make a difference,

And I’d never see you cry.

And if you smiled every time a thing I built came crashing down,

I’d build a hundred-million things, so I’d never see you frown.

And though some don’t think you pretty, they only judge by what they see

Listen to them not; you are beautiful to me.

Everything that I have said I hold in my heart as true

For in all the world there’s not a soul I love as much as you.

“Don’t Go Where I Can’t Follow”

My brother ran through Grandpa's cornfields
We were playing hide-and-seek
And my small self pursued him
Until he crossed the creek
If I tried to ford it, in the current I'd be swallowed
But my voice still chased my brother screaming,
"Don't go where I can't follow."

The world gave way to violence
When I was ten and three
My brother joined the Army
And pledged he'd return to me
My heart broke for Brother
For deep in jungle mud he'd wallow
So through my tears I pleaded,
"Don't go where I can't follow."

While my sister went to Woodstock
My brother went to War
And my heart broke for Brother
When I could follow him no more
My brother took me with him
When they laid him in ground so hollow
And my last whispered words to Brother:
"Don't go where I can't follow."

But I pursue his brave and loving spirit, albeit all alone
And I will strive to be just like him
Until my brother makes it home.

~Battie~

Currently Reading Schindler's List By Thomas Keneally see related

Greetings:

I thought you guys would like another poem:

When you feel like saying something

That you know you will regret,

Or keenly feel an insult

Not quite easy to forget,

That’s the time to curb resentment

And maintain a mental peace,

For when your mind is tranquil,

All your ill-thoughts simply cease.

It is easy to be angry

When defrauded or defied,

To be peeved and disappointed

If your wishes are denied;

But to win a worthwhile battle

Over selfishness and spite,

You must learn to keep strict silence

Though you know you’re in the right.

So to keep your mental balance

When confronted by a foe,

Be it enemy in ambush

Or some danger that you know.

If you are poised and tranquil

When all around is strife,

Be assured that you have mastered

The most vital thing in life.

~Battie~