Seafret - Wildfire (Official Video)

A Beautiful Day

Blue jays flit across my visage. The grass is crisp and green. The Baptisa is blooming and the garden smells beautiful! How richly we are blessed!

Storm

I listen to the groaning and grinding outside my door. The clouded skies do not invite the mornings light through my window. There's a crack of lightning like a snarling felidae. A giant wave of thunder then downpour. Then the soft pitch and murderous roll return. Crashing and booming, echoing across the Heavens.

The Importance of Being Ernest

This small story came to be inspired by a recent play that I happened upon at our local Art Center, which might I add, is quite a topical theatre of sorts. So, there I was sitting watching "The Importance of Being Ernest." I thought to myself, why not create a parody? So, my ephemeral tale unfoils...

The stage was set and
the actors poised with their umbrellas and flower pots.
Prancing onto stage
they did
with their merry little British accents
and bright flowered clothes.
Two star-crossed lovers
Never to be
Due to the changing identities.
One in the country
Crackers and cheese
One in the city
Is hard to please.

A funny conundrum
Meant for the stage
Which is Earnest?
Ha, well, well both you see,
Trying to find love
Through double indemnity.

The Waltz of Pi

A pie for a pie a tooth for a tooth.
The campus was brightly lit with the suns shining rays and the grass was fresh and bright green. Don walked briskly to class a little bounce in his step due to the crisp weather. His first class was algebra. He sat next to Blake in algebra.
Blake was a very conniving individual indeed. He had quote the reputation on campus as "Sure-Hand, Sure-Hand." He was the pie thrower of campus. If you had angst on someone and needed them ridiculed on campus, call Sure-hand and he'd get the job done.
That day in algebra they were learning those wretched algorithms.
Class crawled on and on it seemed. The desk got closer and closer to many students heads. The monotony was unbearable, then finally, to the happy elation of many, that jubilant sound of freedom, the bell, rang.
The students piled out of the classroom in hordes. Don liked being one of the last ones out. He would carefully stack his folders in his bag and arrange them just so.
"Hey, Brownie, ya got plans tonight?" Blake asked.
"No none tonight-- just algorithms, how bout' you?"
"Aah, cool, so I need your help with a little operation I have."
"The, sure, what is it?"
"Tonight, I'm gonna pie professor Turpin. I just need you to stand in front of a hallway for me and distract him so I can pie him head on."
"Oh, I don't know, Blake."
"All you have to do is stand in the hallway and talk to Turpin."
"Ok, what time?"
"4:13"
So, this parody plays out and the "pie thrower" plays his cards. Mistakenly, throwing a pie from a sideways direction into the professor.
Now, everyone should know that, when pie-ing someone, YOU DO NOT COME FROM A SIDEWAYS ANGLE.
The pie thrower missed missed his aim and was caught and held accountable.
Moral of the story: Pie from the front not from a sideways angle.
The campus newspaper the following week read,
"A pie for a pie a tooth for a tooth."

Inspiration Through Tough Times