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Oct 05, 2006 11:20

I've started writing a lot these days. My pen and my computer have been my closest friends, my inspiration being recent events. I've had a growth period these last few days, and it's been intense. I know not what to say, but I'll post another piece. It was originally supposed to be a standard poem, but it took it's own life and became a spoken word. I need to buy a portable tape recorder. Maybe I'll stop by Best Buy on my way to class.


"A How-To Guide to Apprehending Astronomy"

"Have you ever tried to catch a star?

It's not easy. It requires patience. Nerves of steel.
You flinch for one second, and she may leave with the wind.
She must move as she sees fit, but within the confines of your arms - she must feel comfortable.
Safe. Cared for.
It requires heart. In attempting to capture this star, you must expose yourself.
To deny your heart is to deny your faith. Stars love faith.
She may ask you to wait. Wait as long as needed. Patience, yet again.
At times, it may seem hard. After all, you're trying to catch a star - an incandescent being that radiates so brilliantly. Someone else must've seen it, so you can't be the only one reaching to her.

Oh. It also requires a step ladder. You can't buy this one at the store, though.
Stars love ingenuity. Make sure each rung is built carefully.
Line the first step with 'sentiment'. Screw it on with 'compassion'.
Make the second step out of 'joy'. Fasten it to 'comraderie'.
Make the landing out of 'togetherness' and 'truth'. Your support beam should be carefully crafted out of 'love'. 'Love' is the hardest material to find, and unfortunately - it's hard to spot which is real, and which is synthetic. Like the color red, it's bold, passionate, and its presence is hard to deny. However - and I caution you. A step ladder made out of synthetic 'love' is a house made of cards. A precarious move may send it tumbling down again.

Some people, those who have tried to catch stars might tell you: "Don't bother. It's too far to reach with a meager ladder." Don't listen to them. Standing up there, you might think: "I'll never make it! It's much to far." Well, when catching stars - those she comes to, the true believers... are always met half way."
Yancey Larochelle-Williams, 2006

poems, confessions

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