Tongue Twisters :)

Time for some creatively creative creativity...A.K.A. Tongue Twisters. I made these and listed them from easiest to hardest. How fast can you say them out loud? (note: for best effect repeat the shorter ones over and over quicker and quicker)

1. Lifty lispy lizard lift.

2. Brighter butter makes bitter bread better.

3. Sassy Susie Schlasser slashed a sash when she was sick, while singing "Slash sash Susie Schlasser, slashes sashes double quick!"

Enjoy!

Patience

I gaze upon His light

His love and joy fills darkest night

But I turn,

For there is a tugging at my side

A nagging that cannot be denied

So I yearn,

How long must we endure,

Those distractions that occur?

Yet I learn,

To return back to His light

Despite temptations lying might

Then I earn,

A steadfast heart within

Regardless of past sin.
No more concern.

The Contraption (a beginning)

(I wrote this today, just a start of something maybe)

             It was dark, with flickering candle light causing shadows to dance back and forth as a low rumble now encompassed the dimly lit room. “You’ve done it Ambrose! You’ve finally done it!” A man proudly proclaimed to himself. He was a tall young man with a muscular build, dark hair, and blue eyes. His brow had always held a stern expression that many took for anger or pride, but those who really knew of his kind and humble nature understood this look to be a reflection of his incisive intellect. His was a mind always deep in thought and a face that shared his passion for it. Ambrose was an intelligent and industrial man in his early twenties. To be sure, he had such a profound structure and gaze upon himself, that if you saw him, you would have imagined him to be a story book adventurer or maybe a hero from an old folk tale. In fact a young lady at the market earlier that week had affectionately pronounced Him to be tall, dark and handsome to her group of friends, and stated quite frankly, and in his hearing, that if he should ask she would gladly go on a walk through the park with him that very hour. A statement that got not a few giggles from her friends in their bright summer bonnets, and made him blush a little as he left the store. But he was far too busy to yet think about the fairer sex, and perhaps a little too shy to boldly pursue any such lady.  And so he remained the type that was rarely to be seen, but still talked about at the local ladies luncheons as the handsome young recluse. The one always pounding, and tinkering away within his seller, in the stately mansion atop the hill at the far end of town. He was, however, hardly noticed by most and so he was left without much of a social life for the better part of five years, and yet he was too busy to feel any great loneliness at his unfortunate hermitage. He had nevertheless, despite his solitary lifestyle, been “chased” by a few of the more bold ladies in the community, and scouted by several leading universities upon his early graduation, but they too he deemed a waste of time, and for him they would have been. His was an advanced mind, not to be boxed in by the thoughts and reasoning of lesser men, so called giants of the past. Not that he ever thought this way, it was more that he just liked his quiet and peaceful way of life, and a bustling campus would have made him nervous as would have a beautiful, but too bold, lady. Besides he had a mission in his head, one that needed to be completed as soon as possible, one which had captivated his entire being for the better part of the last five years, and now it was complete. Today was a day of triumph, for today he had finally completed his machine.

           The low rumble that filled the room as he started the apparatus had now changed into a loud whirring. Steam began to shoot from the top of the metal and stone contraption that encompassed the room before him.  Light too was pouring from all the seams and crevices of the device “Ambrose, my good man, what have you made this time?” he thought to himself with a smile growing on his illuminating face.  The light from the machine was growing now so bright that Ambrose pulled down the shaded goggles that were resting atop his head. The noise and light could now be seen and heard from even the edge of town and many were gathering outside Dulcet Lane to watch as they saw the young inventor’s house enveloped by a mysterious glowing mist.

Melancholy (poem)

(I wrote this one day when I was feeling melancholy....nuff said :)

I lay awake and wish for sleep but sleep she runs away,

A mind of wanders and dismay entraps me as I lay,

Why can’t I trust God for His will and place my hope in Him,

Yet hear I lay alone, confused, my cares are they just whim?

My heart it longs for His great will to be my heart’s desire,

Perhaps this longing soul within is by my Lord inspired,

I place my trust and heart with Thee my Lord and Saviour still,

And trust this heart on fire in me, is blessed by Your good will,

Still in this mind I seek to find the answer yes or no,

Shall I endeavour to keep this love; am I my friend or foe?

Oh Lord forgive me when I trust my melancholy head,

Please may I Lord lean not on me, and hope in You instead,

 I know thy words but still I doubt the love of friend and neighbour,

Please give me love that always trusts regardless of loves labour,

I wish for sleep but sleep won’t come and so I write this feeling,

And hope that He will give me faith and give my heart His healing.

This poem is done but still I yearn

 An emotional lesson perhaps I’ll learn

Tomorrow is another day,

My smile will return I pray.

Drowning in self pity or A lie (short story)

(This was written to show a temptation that people often  find themselves trapped in as it becomes a lie they start to believe, and then lie turns into lie and quickly we justify our unforgiving heart (a truly dangerous thing especially in light of Jesus' words about forgiveness.) , I've been there myself (in self pity) but this was inspired by someone I knew a couple years ago that sadly was prone to pitying himself to the extreme. As I watched him brooding while being unable to "reach" him, I wrote this. anyway I hope this shows how evil can quickly get a hold in our hearts if we focus on ourselves instead of Jesus)

I find myself abandoned and alone.

I refused their aid because they were wrong.

They were always wrong!

They should have carried out my orders.

They'd always preach to me, talking in those snide tones

"You're not the ship’s captain" "You don't know these seas" they’d proclaim,

I was always right…anyway, it should have worked!

It was their fault that it didn't!

They are the reason I ended up overboard in this abysmal place.

If they hadn’t cried out "Don't be a fool!" I wouldn't have fallen.

It was that last curse that made me lose my footing.

 Abandoned and alone, they just... left me.

I may have refused their "help" but who cares I was right,

they couldn't have saved me that way.

Those arrogant swine!

Surrounded by an empty ocean now,

My body weak I finally succumb.

Falling for ages and yet, I don't hit bottom.

I can't hold my breath any longer.

I shall choose this wretchedness rather than giving them my salvation.

They've lost me now, and I was their only hope.

They don't deserve my gracious nobility, those wretches.

Forsaken hope now replaced by the water in my lungs.

Why aren't I dead yet? That would show them!

Surely I shall hit bottom soon… am I already there?

Alone at this moment I hate it! But I hate them more!

They never understood.

I can't do it now… I can't give in to them…but... I can't save myself!

What was that?!?!

The darkness stabs at the pains in my chest.

What is there!?

In the blackness they bite me,

I'm again surrounded by enemies.

I thrash around to no effect.

I find no wounds, yet how can that be?

I was sure that they beat me before they threw me over board.

That arrogant bunch of know nothings, they never cared about me.

They laughed as they threw the harpoons that pierced my chest.

"We're trying to help you" they mocked.

"Then listen to me!" I cried

Still black… and no wounds, am I dead?

The pressure is getting to me I think.

How deep am I? Is there any escape?

I will find a way! I don't need their help!

Pride is my strength… their "compassion" what a lie.

I see a bright light approaching, perhaps I’m dead. I must be dead.

It gets closer still; I can feel its blessed warmth.

I shall not run from death.

Though it should be them, not I, who die in this place,

The light has come and turned a bitter cold.

It was them in their suits, with the false sense of compassion.

Am I alright they ask, of course not, how fake they are,

They have come now in their diving gear to mock me.

Grabbing my hands to "save me"…more likely they'll pull me farther under.

With what strength I have left I push them away.

I don’t need them, they need me.

Perhaps if they beg for my forgiveness,

If they would only acknowledge how wrong they were, then I might return with them.

My lungs burning I reject their artificial aid.

Help is for the lame; I've survived thus far,

Blackness again, they left me, but I bruised one of them first I think.

It was all a game to them.

My misery will show them how wrong they were.

The longer I wait the worse they will feel.

They’re the ones who deserve this fate not me.

I'll use their self righteous indignation against them.

I was always clever that way.

Why won't it be quiet?

The chaotic water currents laugh as they crush me.

Why won't someone save me?

What have I done, why don’t they return?

Blackness still, why don't they come again?

If they do they better apologize a thousand times for leaving.

They knew I wanted their help.

They knew I had to fight them.

They'll be sorry if I'm dead when they return.

That would teach them the errors of their so called empathy.

I should just become a bloated corpse and scare the life out of them when they return.

Oh, how I'd laugh for being so right.

I can't believe they left me with diving gear and oxygen tank.

How could I possibly put it on in this black ferocious wasteland?

A way out of this nightmare, it’s so near and yet so impossibly far.

They never really cared! Prolonging my suffering by keeping me alive.

Showing me a way out and knowing I could never reach it.

If they don't care then neither do I.

Why would I want to live in the same world as them anyway?

I hate them!

I'll just stay here and make them weep for what they did to me.

Choking!

I can't stop choking as I weep for myself,

Swallowing sea water as if it were my tears.

My life is a tragic tale that no one deserves.

I certainly didn't deserve those condescending looks and glares.

Arrogance surrounded me in life.

But they'll get theirs when they meet the end.

That will teach them.

(I'm rewriting this as a poem but thought I'd post this version)

Shepherd's Call (poem)

In the darkness their souls wait, longing for the herald’s call,

A man of weakness finds the lamp and swallows candle, wick and all,

A light breaks forth between his ribs, encompassing his body whole,

The sound of peace flows from his lips in language foreign to his soul,

The souls in darkness hear his news and see the shining light,

Some run to him and join his cause; to others he’s too bright,

Choirs of holy saints now sing of wonders yet to come,

 Yet souls still in the darkness flee and hate chorus sung,

Though some I weep to mention now, who thought they walked the way,

Have kept the darkness far to near, their hearts have gone astray,

Yet still there’s hope, the master’s near, His light and peace to share,

The souls in darkness can still come, and receive their Father’s care.

Poem

Darkness roaring, swirling, surrounding, but yielding to the light,

The Brilliance of the sky breaking through the sorrows of days past,

Hopeful dreams found after so many years of longing for new sight,

A joy once invisible now seen in that unbelievable contrast,

Clouds reveal what is seen by the yearning heart,

From the black fog emerging figures now appear,

What was lost can now finally restart,

A new adventure on a new frontier.

(I wrote this a bit ago inspired by this photo I took.)