Fun things from the past

From my old blog, back when poetry could still be like jingles...

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Wednesday, December 12, 2001

Shakespeare Giving Me a Problem

I was so bored in Chinese class today because the new unit we're starting is called 'Renshi Hanyu' (recognizing Chinese characters) and we're supposed to learn the characters for 'big,' 'small,' 'China,' and 'person.' And the numbers. Now, being Chinese myself, I learned these words when...when...I was...3?

Enter Teacher, with Students.

Teacher: Long time since our last unit completed
I fear your energy soon b'depleted.
I give thee these sheets, from them you shall learneth.

First Student: What is this nonsense to our hands you puteth?
For it is in my prior knowledge seen
Many years since it has taught to me been.
Is this not too simplistic?

Second Student:             Not a doubt.
For once this class, sire, I'm gonna passeth out.

Teacher: What mad ramblings do you make behind me?
I ask thee, stop dreaming your fantasies.

First Student: O please, sir, I do greatly implore thee!
By the earth, flowers, the rocks and the trees!
Give us something diff'rent, something anew,
So that "I'm learning" is statement doth true.

Teacher: A 'statement doth true'? Whatever you mean?
Why, I've been writ in a Shakespear'an scene!

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Sunday, March 24, 2002

Bad Poem. Bad Bad Poem.

"Cryptica"

I'm hearing strange words in a strange tongue
I've never heard in my life
They're in my mind, unleaving
I don't even know their meaning
But yet I still hear...
Strange words in a strange tongue

I'm hearing strange songs from a strange land
I'd never thought to imagine
It's completely not my fault
Feels like a deliberate assault
They're stuck in my head...
Strange songs from a strange land

I'm hearing strange words in a strange tongue
From far across the sea
It seems so odd, believing
That this is much more than dreaming
The fact I'm still hearing
Strange words in a strange tongue

Just had to post this.

(Not posting an .mp3 this time. Get your own. Those spoken lines, mundane as they turned out to be, took me forever to figure out, with a little help from a single result from Google.)

Nightwish - Higher than Hope

Time it took the most of me
And left me with no key
To unlock the chest of remedy
Mother, the pain ain't hurting me
But the love that I feel
When you hold me near

The hopes were high
The choirs were vast
Now my dreams are left to live through you

Red Sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within, the dark holds hard

Passiontide
An angel by my side
But no Christ to end this war
To deliver my soul from the sword
Hope has shown me a scenery
Paradise poetry
With first snow I'll be gone

The hopes were high
The choirs were vast
Now my dreams are left to live through you

Red Sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within, the dark holds hard
Red Sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies

I just would like to think that... not why this happened to me, but why was I... saved? What else can I do now?

Your death saved me...

Being in the dark about something that I can't even tell you how scary it is - you don't know what's inside, you don't know what's going to happen to you - the best way to put somebody at ease is to inform them, even if it's the grim truth.

Red Sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within, the dark holds hard
Red Sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies

Red Sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within, the dark holds hard
Red Sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies