*CURRENTLY SERVING A MISSION IN THE SOUTH AFRICA, JOHANNESBURG MISSION*
I'm a laid back, chill guy.. and even though I said I'd never do myspace.., well.., here I am I suppose.. :) I'm not entirely sure why I'm here.., but yeah.., :) i also write poetry. something i've never done until i met someone special. i post all my poems in my blog, so yeah, give em a read if ya like :) and, i'm a critic of myself.., so any input is appreciated, lol. enjoy! :) also, i can be quite outgoing online, msn, messaging, emails, but yeah, in person, i tend to be quite shy unless i truly know the people i'm with, lol. go figure :)
My Poetry:
I started writing poetry the first time i fell in love. Haha, i sucked before then, cuz i'd never had any true feelings to write about. But now, i have tons, and everything i write about, is either how i feel, or me telling a story, without actually telling the story. Ultimately i kinda want to write very symbolic stuff, to where you have to think about it to get the meaning out of it. So, if it seems stupid (unless i say it really is stupid :)), it's prolly cuz you have to look deeper for the true meaning/story. And i love feedback :) haha. Here is one that i wrote, i think it's the best one i have written.
A Solitary Chair
sitting in a chair
inside someone's lair
one sits and waits
and contemplates:
what have i done?
where was the fun?
i've never left here
sitting only in this chair
i've let things pass me by
and now i wonder why?
this fire in front of me
has mostly been dreary
people have come and gone
and i still sit through the dawn
these thoughts run relentless
through his countenance
then another comes along
that sticks out of the throng
one so different and dear
and he acts as if to get out of the chair
but once again, he sits back down
and their smiles turn to frowns
she walks away, full of sorrow
and he, on the morrow
finally realizes his chains
and all of his pains
and the chair that kept him bound
through his life's eternal round
the fire almost out
and he gives out a shout!
Father! Please! help me!
and then, a slight feeling of glee
and strength from deep inside
he stands up, and says "I'll no longer hide!"
the fire rages and burns
as he truly comes to know and learns
the chair, he tosses in the fire
and he curses the liar
the chains, they start to break
and disappearing is the ache
he takes a step, ever so small
and before he knows it, he is in the hall
so narrow but straight
and now, he can no longer wait
the small steps get bigger
with such a renewed vigor
the chains keep falling off
and the old master he scoffs
the fire inside him it grows
the more he comes and knows
the chair he was bound to
only a memory he knew
for now such possibilities
are becoming realities
as he lives his life
without any strife
seeing the light
and doing what's right
knowing only the best
will be manifest
