Me and my baby!!
The Chicken Who Refused to Dig
It was morning, and behind the pen door
The chickens were grazing along the fence gate,
As handfuls of feed were sprinkled over the floor,
Until there was hardly a morsel left to partake.
And among those chickens were some better fit,
Who were quicker and devoured more than their share,
And took while others slower and unfit
Were left to eat from what was picked bare.
Until one among them, on a morning like before
Had mocked his fat brothers, and said in protest:
“It’s your faces above any, that I most abhor,
Even though our master’s I truly detest.
While we fight over shovels to dig our own graves
It’s your flesh that his stomach really loves best.
And on that day when it’s your taste that he craves,
He’ll come for you, and spare his blade all the rest.”
And for a while after, every chicken ate in turn,
Until each of them were the least of all fat.
But when their master’s appetite had returned,
It was the loudest instead that he chose for a snack.
For grace my dad said that he’s thankful that Mitt Romney didn’t get elected this year. Haha.
The Boy Who Couldn’t Smile
His Mother had noticed one day while she cleaned
Stumbling on a trunk filled with old yearbooks,
That when she turned through the pages it seemed
Something was missing in the pictures he took.
It wasn’t a frown or silly kind of face
Or sweater or haircut long grown out of style.
But when his Mother that day began to retrace
That thing, he knew not how to mimic a smile.
So the old woman searched late into the night,
Looking for a photo but none that appeared,
For pictures even of her son as a sprite
It seemed had even the hint of a cheer.
I maintain that every civil rights bill in this country was passed for white people, not for black people. For example, I am black. I know that. I also know that while I am black I am a human being. Therefore I have the right to go into any public place. White people don’t know that. Every time I tried to go into a public place they stopped me. So some boys had to write a bill to tell that white man, “He’s a human being; don’t stop him.” That bill was for the white man, not for me. I knew I could vote all the time and that it wasn’t a privilege but my right. Every time I tried I was shot, killed or jailed, beaten or economically deprived. So somebody had to write a bill to tell white people, “When a black man comes to vote, don’t bother him.” That bill was for white people.Stokely Carmichael (via iwasabearonce)
One night me and my girlfriend pulled out the futon in her apartment, wrapped ourselves in a blanket, and watched UP, until, a half hour later, we passed out in each others arms. Even though we both fell asleep like the old married couple we are, I still consider that to be one of the happiest nights we’ve ever spent together. Movies like Up remind us that there are certain things that time can’t tarnish, and loss can never make us regret. I’ve always said that I hope I outlive my wife because I don’t want her to know what it’s like to live without me. Movies like UP make me realize that even if I can’t, she’ll never be alone.
This is a guitar arrangement of the song “Married Life,” from the UP soundtrack. Thank you mystery youtube guitarist. Enjoy. :)
I’ve been listening to John H. Clarke for quite some time, and this has to my favorite of his original works. This song is appropriately titled, “With Love.”
It was hot ham-n-cheese babe. :) And yes. You are!! PS no one else is going to understand this. Haha.
- M. Night Shyamalan wrote the screenplay for the Stuart Little film.
- The actor who plays Hawkeye in the upcoming Avengers film, starred in a movie dramatization of the life of Jeffrey Dahmer.
This is a solo guitar interpretation of Iron Maiden’s “Blood Brothers.” Arrangement and performance by Thomas Zwijsen.
This is a solo cover of Nobuo Uematsu’s “Rose of May” (from Final Fantasy IX). If anyone wants to go digging through my archives, I wrote a cover for this song as well. Arrangement and performance by Daisuke Minamizawa.