A Smattering of New Shizz
Travis-
Have I ever told you how much I love you? No, I suppose I haven’t. I’ll admit before you can even tell me that I haven’t exactly been open with you, not as much as I should have been. Well, the truth is, I can’t even begin to express my feelings for you, so I don’t even try. Just know that my love for you spans the furthest distance ever pondered, an asymptote-always approaching but never reaching an end. My love for you grows exponentially each day, starting off slowly when I first met you, but not taking long to explode into infinity. I love you more than Romeo loved Juliet, which isn’t saying a lot, I know, but I figured it must be something... I don’t know. You’re the English buff, not me. Still, I love you more than... chocolate loves peanut butter, and even more than I love the combination of the two. I know comparing my love for you to food is almost insulting, but I felt it needed to be said. You know I voice my most random thoughts, mostly because my more complex ones need more time to be justified in my mind, need time to find a pattern in the chaos that is my deeper subconscious. Then whenever I try to steal away from you to sort out my feelings for you, I see only you in my head. You’re all I think about, all I will ever think about, and, if I’m being completely honest? You’re all I ever want to think about. You have been in my thoughts so long that I don’t know what I would think about were you not there to be in my thoughts. I love you, Trav. I love you so much that I’m losing my mind. I even skipped out on the first hour of work so I could write this for you and stick it where you’d see it when you come home. I’ll see you tonight.
Love,
Noah
And now a poem with a clusterfuck of a rhyme scheme!
“Show, not tell”
They think these be
the words we need to hear.
They think that-
that just because
we respond to sight, not sound
that we don’t have a word to say
no thoughts that are profound.
Silence is Golden
when being seen and not heard.
We’re the children of those
who stood up to fight,
but now we all have iPods with angry music
and sluts on MTV
certain sluts, I’m sad to say,
some girls aspire to be.
We’re beaten down and broken
we’re conditioned to believe
God Bless the only nation
that allows us all free speech.
Thank God for freedom of any kind
say, isn’t freedom swell?
So swell, in fact, we’ll push it on
our neighbors just as well.
I’ll not be silent anymore
None will tell me what to think
No conservative, liberal, teacher, or anyone.
My freedom is what I treasure most
My thoughts are mine, my life is mine
It’s not for you to decide.
Mine’s a fight for freedom
and I’ll never shift my tide.
I’m tired of people telling me God Bless this righteous nation
or to hell with the man in office.
I’m tired of this being a “Christian country”
when persecution was what originally brought us here.
It’s our freedom to be who we want to be,
our freedom to be ourselves.
It’s our freedom to have our own unique thoughts,
And to be ensured equality.
So hear me now, America,
I know what the previous thought.
With amber grain and the American dream
In the great global melting pot.
But what do you think, America?
Is there an original thought in your head?
Or are you afraid you’ll be marked for treason
than patriotism instead?
Don’t listen to what they have to say,
Well, listen but don’t always comply.
It’s tough, I know, but soon you’ll see,
it pays to ask them why.
‘Cause no patriot I’ve ever known
has played by all the rules
You need to be a rebel
for them to mention you in schools.
“Show, not tell”
Well that may work to tell the youth in mass,
but it’s the loudmouthed thinkers who’re Patriots
So kiss my star-spangled ass.
-- April 6, 2008