Hi, wow it's been awhile since I've posted but i wanted to post because i read something about blogging and I missed me Dream space. I've been trying to write as much as i possibly can but it's been tough, i've been working on my school papers ect. College is fun but papers kick my butt some times. but still i love it...I just started to work on my Huge Research Project for my Crusades class and I LOVE the topic. its answering the questions What power did religious relics provide to the successes in the Crusading movement and what evidence is there to show the power relics held in the religion in general? What kept the people devoted to these relics after they are stolen, and what drew them to these symbols? Are Relics symbols too? I'm having a lot of fun with it. Well I'll try and write again soon. HOpe you enjoy the poem. :)
Here is a poem i wrote a while ago.
A-17
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It’s a song,
it’s a boy,
it’s a story,
And a memory.
It was a cold October day
working the ticket stand.
The old movies of loves
to marvel at.
It was that night
at the bar,
that night dancing,
that night lying still
in your arms.
The song
was playing
on our heartstrings.
Melding us together
like melting.
A-17 is our soundtrack.
But how does the sound
carry to deft ears.
Some wont understand
that what makes my day
is you holding my hand.
We’ve fought tooth
and nail to stay locked
for years. But they
say we wont last
that we wont stay.
They are wrong...
A-17 embodies us.
It’s still there
at the same number
In the old diner jukebox
covered in dust.
Every year
we’ve come back
to the place where
we met.
We owe A-17
a wealthy debt. For our love
will last forever yet.
