Thursday, February 12, 2015
The Oklahoma evening was warm and pleasantly humid;
crickets and birds chirped harmoniously, a pleasing organic chorus of wind through leaves accompanied their song. The horizon was a blazing array of colors, painted by the diffusion of color; from the throne of clouds surrounding the setting sun. A hummingbird darted in front of my line of vision, its wings a fascinating blur, the light of the sun reflected of its emerald and sapphire back. It looked at me for a second more inquisitive then intelligence, but can curiosity exist within a unintelligent being? After a second of leisure the picayunish bird fled towards a brilliant orange tiger lily.
"Aren't they beautiful" said heika here German accent still thick after decades of the American life. She had wise grey eyes with brilliant lightning bolts of white, deviating from the typical iris's striations.
"They really are" I replied through sips of frigid sweet tea.
We leisurely chatted for awhile while my grandpa and her husband prepped the truck and trailer for the rigorous harvest of the amber hay. These elders took no shortcuts in there work. Heika's husband George and my Grandpa followed the truck and put each individual hay bale in the trailer. Me and Heika took turns driving the truck because over the years Heika's ability to see at night had declined.
Although heike would never admit it, she was a proud strong woman, HA at one point she had worked at a butcher shop with mostly men.
As Heika navigated the truck through the many bales of hay, we talked about everything without really talking about anything at all. She regaled me with german humor and tales of her childhood. As the night continued and we all grew tired, we drove the truck into the barn and Heika and I shared one last cup of tea.
Posted by Jakob at 8:39 PM
Friday, October 10, 2014
The moon sits on a cotton throne of silver clouds,
the sky around it pure black, with occasional twinkling interruptions. Suddenly the horizon is set aflame by a wide array of oranges, reds, and pinks.
A bird chirps, then another they start to sing their morning song like you fall asleep slowly, then all at once. The crisp morning air smells like the supple dew on delicate blades of emerald grass.
The flames of the horizon intensify as the magnificent source rises; The moon cowers and hides in the wake of its glory.
I've been gone for awhile, and a lot has happened since my last post. I will post more often! I moved from Oregon to Texas, which has been scary and exciting. At first I was more then apprehensive; I was living in the place I've always wanted to, and going to school with the best friends I ever had. I didn't want to leave, I love Oregon. Also I was going to be starting my freshman year of high school late, and in new state.
But it was fine, it is fine. I'm in a great neighborhood, in a pleasant house. I'm currently enrolled in the health science program, which is a rigorous four year medical training program.
By senior year I will have earned a endorsement of health science and Public services, and I will be a certified EMT-I.
This is great its honestly all I could hope for, by 18 I will have not a job a career. I've learned a lot from this, change is hard, but it is also good.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Sit on your throne Queen, your filthy throne of wickedness, grand in only your blind and selfish eyes.
Use your wicked tongue, second only to satan himself, as your weapon.
A fallacy here, a manipulation there.
Watch Queen as those who once loved you leave you behind.
Weep, and cry for yourself, so blind as not to see you did this to yourself.
Do what you will, continue with your lies, polish your silver tongue.
Crush those who oppose you, those who once loved you, and look there's no one left.
Now queen its just you and your false riches, isnt this what you've always wanted?