2am and I’m still awake, writing
a song and if I get it all down
on paper it’s no longer inside me
threatening the life it belongs to
and I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
cause these words are my diary screaming outloud…

Now that is melancholy. Sometimes Haiku are not enough. Thankgoodness for songs…

The Moon

The Moon
The Sun I did love.
So bright, shining Free on all,
and I wanted it.

So I called “Dear Sun, be mine;
let ALL your light on me shine”

The Sun laughed and sang
“Foolish man, wrong that would be!”
The Sun went away.

Cast down, a strong vow I made.
The Light of Day I’ll not see.

I barricaded
every window, every door.
No light did I see.

Living in darkness, content.
‘Til one night I heard the Moon.

“Oh man, please come out.
Talk with me. I’m not the Sun.
Do not punish me.”

I peeked out the door.
I saw the Moon, her glory,
Wrapped in dark, dark cloud.

Everyone inside, asleep.
Not one being, out, about.

I slipped out the door,
hiding in the Moon’s shadows.
“Speak!” I cried aloud.

And so she spoke, on and on.
The Moon said so very much.

I listened, entranced.
Like one bereft of reason.
til I pled “Enough!”

The Moon smiled down at me,
“I like your company, Sir.

May I ask your name?”
“Dero Xones” I did reply
“Great Philosopher”

And the Moon did go away,
but she would come back again.


house (Custom)House

Frank Peretti

Ted Dekker


2 Stars




oh man! This was creepy, scary, and awesome. A serial murderer traps 4 people in a house. He is either a demon or demon possessed and his House Rule is that they must kill one of their group to let the others live. There is also a little girl[an angel?] and some inbreds. It ends up being about their souls and hearts. I liked it a lot.

The Anubis Gates

The Anubis Gates

Tim Powers

4 Stars



An old, rich eccentric discovers certain portals in which it is possible to time jump.

Takes a group back, one gets left behind, his story. Ends up fighting a bunch of crazy egyptians who want to change history so that Egypt rises again, while doing this he becomes a little known[in the future] poet.

I had read this in highschool, so had a vague rememberance of what was going to happen, but it was still a nice surprise overall. Very enjoyable.



Ted Dekker


5 Stars


I am glad this was my third book by Dekker, cause it blew me away and now I have very high expectations for everything else I read. Tempered by what I’ve already read. Incredible!

One man, 3 completely distinct personalities, battling it out. A psychological take on the Trey Nature of Man[at least according to Dekker]-ourself, our sin self and our regenerated self.

I don’t agree with his conclusions, for I believe that once a man is saved, he is Regenerated, a completely new being. The flesh is not a “nature”, but an outer garment. But anyway, this was an excellent book even if I did want to kill Kevin for being such a wuss and stupid idiot throughout most of it.

Haiku, With Commentary!

This will probably be very deep and esoteric, so be warned.

I wrote the following Haiku at lunch after a hard morning’s work and other stuff. It was very real to me that although happiness might be considered a transitory, fleeting, emotion, it is a very real one and should be taken full advantage of when it pops its little head up from the depths. So, without further ado:

A Lost Battle

I tried to be sad,
gave it the ol’ “college try.”
Tried, and tried again!

That frown just wouldn’t stay put;
gave up, grinned like a cheshire.

This next piece, originally entitled
Es würde scheinen, daß ich bin die Stalker Art nach allen…
is a very melancholy form. It is so sad in fact that it was originally composed on the back of a mileage chart, can you imagine the pure sadness to be in such straits? But I realized that the title would never catch on with Mainstream America, so I retitled it and present for your sad viewing:

Name of the Butterfly

Violet embers
and yet no fire for me
nothing but the cold
every man deserves a flame
so I wonder where is mine
silence answers me
announcing nothing at all

This choice I’ll honor.

As you can tell, the author is describing the inner torment inflicted upon him by some other human being, and while crying out against such evils, promises to endure and be the better man. He starts off in the depths of the frozen fire and ends in the stratosphere with the Ideals of Honor and Compassion! Truly a masterpiece of literary taste.

Hey, Hey, You’re a Monkey!

I was driving home last night from Fairwood. I was tired and the batteries in my cd player had died, so I had no music options[the radio is NOT an option as far as I’m concerned, nothing good on it].

So I turned to that great Canadian Tenor, Mr DJ McSingus, to entertain me.

He started out slowly, just humming a bit of this and a bit of that.

Once he was ready, he started singing the first few lines of the Monkey’s theme song. For those who don’t know them, I shall list them here:
Hey, hey, we’re the monkey’s
’cause people say we’re just monkey’ing around!

or at least that is what Mr McSingus went with. Of course, such a genius could never just leave it at that. So first he personalized, making it about himself [because isn’t it ALWAYS about him?], then he began to really have at it. Changed it from “monkey” and “monkey’ing” to several other animals. Ran through donkeys, elephants [he was feeling rather political at the moment] and some fruits too I believe.

Then it was time for the Finale. No mere animal would be good enough. So after considering several options in his mind, here is what Mr. McSingus finished with:
Hey, hey, I’m a baloney roll
’cause people say I’m just baloney rolling around

The audience went wild! Laughter ensued for the next 20 minutes and many encores were asked for and given. And I forgot to mention, this was all done in falsetto. It was truly DJ McSingus’s greatest moment.

I feel sorry that you all had to miss it 😦


Words, Thoughts, Feelings.
Inside of me.
Like a tummyache.
They demand to be released, fast and furiously.
I gag, I spew, they are out.
And no relief.

I still have that “tummyache.”
I have to say something, but I don’t know what.
What is it that I’m supposed to be writing?
Why this burden of words?
I have a job to do, but I don’t know the job.

I look to the past.
David. He wrote a lot.
Good times, bad times, inbetween times.
He justified God, knew God.
In the ups and the downs he recognized God as the Final Word.
Is that what I’m to be doing?

Writers, hymnists, singers, players.
They all said “God is Good.”
Each unique, each message different, but all the same.
God is Good, He is good indeed.
So I join their ranks in the basements of our lives.
God is Good I say, and the tummyache is gone.



Will you know of me?
If you won’t, what do I think?
All men are cowards.

Avoidance I’ve used; it works.
Flowers die without water.

I am a flower.
So delicate and gentle.
Watch me wither, die.

But flowers always return.
For me there is no “next year.”

and that folks, is about the saddest thing I can come up with off the top of my head.