Lying in bed,
texting,
reading,
half asleep.
I feel the sudden urge to cry.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Sitting in the Quiet Room
I go to the quiet room because it is quiet.
The quiet room is stacked 50 feet high with intelligence.
Some strange authorities urging the scrutiny
of all of it roam the premises,
and tower over the helpless noodles
on their raised pedestals.
Thousands of computers all scream at once.
Some are angry, some are confused.
But they all are trying to get me to
absorb the knowledge.
Enormous grids make up the floor.
The noodles timidly carry on their business
as medieval warriors leap into the air
and ruthlessly murder those fighters
who do not look like them
Fearful, I begin to run.
It seems the knowledge only grows larger the farther I run.
I run faster, and the knowledge skyrockets
at a dizzying speed.
Terrified, I lunge forward.
I am standing under a red light.
A powerful sound assaults my ears
and a giant stack of books slams down next to me.
Suddenly I realize the quiet room is not very quiet.
The quiet room is stacked 50 feet high with intelligence.
Some strange authorities urging the scrutiny
of all of it roam the premises,
and tower over the helpless noodles
on their raised pedestals.
Thousands of computers all scream at once.
Some are angry, some are confused.
But they all are trying to get me to
absorb the knowledge.
Enormous grids make up the floor.
The noodles timidly carry on their business
as medieval warriors leap into the air
and ruthlessly murder those fighters
who do not look like them
Fearful, I begin to run.
It seems the knowledge only grows larger the farther I run.
I run faster, and the knowledge skyrockets
at a dizzying speed.
Terrified, I lunge forward.
I am standing under a red light.
A powerful sound assaults my ears
and a giant stack of books slams down next to me.
Suddenly I realize the quiet room is not very quiet.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Advice for the children.
Doorways and staircases tend to discover
new meaning every time the King of Great Reappearing has appeased.
Morning lilies aren't actually mourning.
And the Hairy Has still roams the Earth.
The Hips Roberto has get
Buzz dim sum salad boy nugget.
178 years of training to prepare The Hips Roberto to face
the Hairy Has.
There is a 30% chance of success.
new meaning every time the King of Great Reappearing has appeased.
Morning lilies aren't actually mourning.
And the Hairy Has still roams the Earth.
The Hips Roberto has get
Buzz dim sum salad boy nugget.
178 years of training to prepare The Hips Roberto to face
the Hairy Has.
There is a 30% chance of success.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Grinning at the Disco
Robert sits alone,
not in a corner,
but on a forsaken satin sofa
placed in a crowded room.
Hood up, eyes down.
Slouched over,
defeated.
The world was his oyster,
but filled with sand.
The people hardly notice Robert.
They laugh and dance and sing.
Not a single life in the room
bears as much weight as Robert's life.
They will descend at some point
in their life.
For some, that point may be
in a place that is
a psuedonym for home.
A prelude to a minor key.
Others may find it in a memorable spot,
a vision from a nightmare,
a final trace of a love lost.
Robert has found his at the disco.
The party and Robert's depression
progress and elevate together,
to an intense, impenetrable power,
filling the being of each's participants
to a magnetic invincibility.
In a nostalgic groove,
the leaves begin to change.
The club is taken to a cool breeze,
and the sounds of high school pride
augment the emotions
soaring in the minds
of everyone in the room.
Once again everyone in the room
succumbs to the hypnotic rhythm.
Except for Robert.
The music takes wing,
soaring higher and higher
until it dramatically reveals its full wingspan
and glides gracefully above the partiers.
Robert becomes fearful
as the tumblers begin to align.
But he allows them to go.
Slowly, the eyes rise,
head still tilted down.
But Robert slowly smiles.
A smile of escape.
A smile of self-forgiveness.
A smile of enjoyment.
not in a corner,
but on a forsaken satin sofa
placed in a crowded room.
Hood up, eyes down.
Slouched over,
defeated.
The world was his oyster,
but filled with sand.
The people hardly notice Robert.
They laugh and dance and sing.
Not a single life in the room
bears as much weight as Robert's life.
They will descend at some point
in their life.
For some, that point may be
in a place that is
a psuedonym for home.
A prelude to a minor key.
Others may find it in a memorable spot,
a vision from a nightmare,
a final trace of a love lost.
Robert has found his at the disco.
The party and Robert's depression
progress and elevate together,
to an intense, impenetrable power,
filling the being of each's participants
to a magnetic invincibility.
In a nostalgic groove,
the leaves begin to change.
The club is taken to a cool breeze,
and the sounds of high school pride
augment the emotions
soaring in the minds
of everyone in the room.
Once again everyone in the room
succumbs to the hypnotic rhythm.
Except for Robert.
The music takes wing,
soaring higher and higher
until it dramatically reveals its full wingspan
and glides gracefully above the partiers.
Robert becomes fearful
as the tumblers begin to align.
But he allows them to go.
Slowly, the eyes rise,
head still tilted down.
But Robert slowly smiles.
A smile of escape.
A smile of self-forgiveness.
A smile of enjoyment.
Monday, June 27, 2011
The Return of the King of the Weasts
Sneaking berries on
my new soup, Noodle Friend Joe
get you me a Spoons.
my new soup, Noodle Friend Joe
get you me a Spoons.
An adventure discovered by running away from hoops.
Sneaking berries on
my new soup, Boris Paeters
get you me a Spoons.
my new soup, Boris Paeters
get you me a Spoons.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Hairy Has Survival Documentation
Saturday, June 25
Deer Park, WA
Mix Park
8:20 PM
I was performing with Bram Brata when my friend Matt awakened me to the presence of the Hairy Has. He chose to appear in the form of an extremely fluffy and hairy dog. It had taken mind control over its "owner" and had her under the illusion that the Hairy Has was her dog. The Hairy Has never made any threatening moves, but when Jansen said that our fate awaited us, the Hairy Has looked directly at him. Fearfully, we carried out our concert and sadly acknowledged each other's roles in our lives, saying our final goodbyes and hoping that the end would be swift. The Hairy Has chose not to attack during the concert. He probably enjoyed our music. After the performance, those who had been alerted did our best not to alarm the ignorant and fearfully went on with our normal duties. Soon, we realized that the Hairy Has was no longer visible in his dog state. Wary to assume that he had left, we realized that more than likely, he had turned himself into a tree. When we concluded that this assumption was false, we became aware of the very real possibility that Philip may have been killed and had his body taken over by the Hairy Has, but this was also proven false. Amazingly, everyone there that night in our band is still alive. We continue to ponder the cause of our survival and prepare for future encounters. The four of us who learned of the Hairy Has being in attendance of our concert plan to travel to Europe in order to consult the Bearded Pig of Denmark, the only other being known to have seen the Hairy Has and lived. Until then, we marvel at our historic experience and attempt to allow life to carry on as normal.
Deer Park, WA
Mix Park
8:20 PM
I was performing with Bram Brata when my friend Matt awakened me to the presence of the Hairy Has. He chose to appear in the form of an extremely fluffy and hairy dog. It had taken mind control over its "owner" and had her under the illusion that the Hairy Has was her dog. The Hairy Has never made any threatening moves, but when Jansen said that our fate awaited us, the Hairy Has looked directly at him. Fearfully, we carried out our concert and sadly acknowledged each other's roles in our lives, saying our final goodbyes and hoping that the end would be swift. The Hairy Has chose not to attack during the concert. He probably enjoyed our music. After the performance, those who had been alerted did our best not to alarm the ignorant and fearfully went on with our normal duties. Soon, we realized that the Hairy Has was no longer visible in his dog state. Wary to assume that he had left, we realized that more than likely, he had turned himself into a tree. When we concluded that this assumption was false, we became aware of the very real possibility that Philip may have been killed and had his body taken over by the Hairy Has, but this was also proven false. Amazingly, everyone there that night in our band is still alive. We continue to ponder the cause of our survival and prepare for future encounters. The four of us who learned of the Hairy Has being in attendance of our concert plan to travel to Europe in order to consult the Bearded Pig of Denmark, the only other being known to have seen the Hairy Has and lived. Until then, we marvel at our historic experience and attempt to allow life to carry on as normal.
Driving
I explored a dirt road today.
I looked at the shrubs that grew along
the shoulder.
The body of the road
rumbled under my tires
and sounded like it was
in pain.
Soon I came to the face of the road.
It told me, "Watch out for the Hairy Has.
It roams the nearby terrain."
I found the end of my time behind the wheel drawing near.
Bye, Ter. Rain began to fall.
I looked at the shrubs that grew along
the shoulder.
The body of the road
rumbled under my tires
and sounded like it was
in pain.
Soon I came to the face of the road.
It told me, "Watch out for the Hairy Has.
It roams the nearby terrain."
I found the end of my time behind the wheel drawing near.
Bye, Ter. Rain began to fall.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Ramblings
I ramble about my life inside my head.
Reliving my past sometimes helps me
to know that I am not insane,
and that my actions are justified.
I think about what I did today.
My roles in the lives of others changes
often.
When I awoke, I was my own best friend,
with no one to worry for.
I then became a sign of strength
to those around me.
Leading those on the same journey
with a forceful determination.
A swimmer striving to improve.
A musician playing his solo.
A doctor preparing for surgery.
Later I found myself enfulged
in another leadership role,
yet in a way that challenges its brave
in more unusual ways.
I must know where I am
and where I need to be
in order to guide the children
and protect them from the cats.
Flung through time I may not
take off the big shoes yet.
A student in a classroom.
Observing my teacher with admiration
and a curiousity born of unfamiliarity.
My feet are sore
but the big shoes
call out more for me.
Waiting.
Waiting for those
who are afraid of becoming ill
and leaving me to bear the burden alone.
I cry in pain
and hunger for rest,
but the big shoes aren't finished.
Waiting.
Waiting for my ticket away from the big shoes.
The ticket is small
and made of paper.
I see myself and my struggles
captured in the paper.
Finally, the big shoes smirk
and allow me to remove them.
Reliving my past sometimes helps me
to know that I am not insane,
and that my actions are justified.
I think about what I did today.
My roles in the lives of others changes
often.
When I awoke, I was my own best friend,
with no one to worry for.
I then became a sign of strength
to those around me.
Leading those on the same journey
with a forceful determination.
A swimmer striving to improve.
A musician playing his solo.
A doctor preparing for surgery.
Later I found myself enfulged
in another leadership role,
yet in a way that challenges its brave
in more unusual ways.
I must know where I am
and where I need to be
in order to guide the children
and protect them from the cats.
Flung through time I may not
take off the big shoes yet.
A student in a classroom.
Observing my teacher with admiration
and a curiousity born of unfamiliarity.
My feet are sore
but the big shoes
call out more for me.
Waiting.
Waiting for those
who are afraid of becoming ill
and leaving me to bear the burden alone.
I cry in pain
and hunger for rest,
but the big shoes aren't finished.
Waiting.
Waiting for my ticket away from the big shoes.
The ticket is small
and made of paper.
I see myself and my struggles
captured in the paper.
Finally, the big shoes smirk
and allow me to remove them.
Strange Communications
I thought that something might happen
because the Great Bean Master Of All Bean Masters
told me to do this.
But I'm sure now that this is not what he meant.
I feel not betrayed
but a melancholy sense of gratitude.
The GBMOABM obviously has my
best interests in mind.
So I rebuild my house
where I store stuff that makes other stuff
move.
I fear not, for I know that the GBMOABM
has control of all the noodle kingdoms.
He's like my boss,
since I am the King of Noodles.
because the Great Bean Master Of All Bean Masters
told me to do this.
But I'm sure now that this is not what he meant.
I feel not betrayed
but a melancholy sense of gratitude.
The GBMOABM obviously has my
best interests in mind.
So I rebuild my house
where I store stuff that makes other stuff
move.
I fear not, for I know that the GBMOABM
has control of all the noodle kingdoms.
He's like my boss,
since I am the King of Noodles.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Hello Again
I am back from North Dakota. However, I have to jump right into swim team, Vacation Bible School Crew Leading and Driver's Ed. So I don't get to relax or even go back to Bram. I really wish I could, it's been three weeks since I was at the studio.
Cryogenic Noodles
There were some noodles
a really long time ago.
They were very different
from modern noodles.
Some scientists found them
and froze them.
a really long time ago.
They were very different
from modern noodles.
Some scientists found them
and froze them.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Dream Noodles
Dream noodles
Are noodles
That are made of the dreams
Of the young ones.
When the young ones dream,
Their dreams soar away
With the wings of bumblebees
And the desires of beans.
Then they arrive at the noodle factory.
There, the dreams are turned into
Small cats.
Are noodles
That are made of the dreams
Of the young ones.
When the young ones dream,
Their dreams soar away
With the wings of bumblebees
And the desires of beans.
Then they arrive at the noodle factory.
There, the dreams are turned into
Small cats.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
The Quest for the Noodling Ninja Noodle
Ninjas flying through the air.
They are made of noodles.
Noodles that are cooked.
Noodles that are also booked.
They are very busy.
Ninjas that aren't made of noodles
are made of noodle.
Noodling poodles are often
ninjas in this guy's
lunch.
Where do noodles originate?
That's a question for
the Noodling Ninja Noodle.
He is a professional noodle,
but he is also a professional noodler.
He sneaks through the skies
at dawn
running on noodle rainbows
that are made of noodles.
How to find the Noodling Ninja Noodle?
It's a very confusing process
that may hurt your noodle's brains.
Irony is not very ironic
when needed to find the Noodling Ninja Noodle.
The Noodling Ninja Noodle only converses
with those who can attack
with the power of the dreams of beans
and run with the speed
of fleeing notetakers.
So where does irony enter
into the equation?
Irony is the thing that we all know
in our hearts
but can't express well,
especially when taking a very special
fast subway.
They are made of noodles.
Noodles that are cooked.
Noodles that are also booked.
They are very busy.
Ninjas that aren't made of noodles
are made of noodle.
Noodling poodles are often
ninjas in this guy's
lunch.
Where do noodles originate?
That's a question for
the Noodling Ninja Noodle.
He is a professional noodle,
but he is also a professional noodler.
He sneaks through the skies
at dawn
running on noodle rainbows
that are made of noodles.
How to find the Noodling Ninja Noodle?
It's a very confusing process
that may hurt your noodle's brains.
Irony is not very ironic
when needed to find the Noodling Ninja Noodle.
The Noodling Ninja Noodle only converses
with those who can attack
with the power of the dreams of beans
and run with the speed
of fleeing notetakers.
So where does irony enter
into the equation?
Irony is the thing that we all know
in our hearts
but can't express well,
especially when taking a very special
fast subway.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
An inhibition in correspondence.
I'm now technologically in sync with the rest of this state.
Here in North Dakota, we've experienced an uncharacteristically high amount of rain the past few days. This rain absolutely soaked the ground. All nearby dirt is basically clay like you'd find near the ocean. In some places in the yard around my grandma's house, you can stick a solid metal rod several feet into the ground.
Anyway, this softening of the soil caused a nearby cell phone tower to sink into the mud and collapse. Therefore, I have no cell coverage here. I know it's very stereotypically sound to say that this sucks, but I'll say it anyway. This sucks. So, I'm sorry if any of you reading this are trying to reach me. If you REALLY need to get in contact with me, email me at denin.koch@students.rsd.edu.
Here in North Dakota, we've experienced an uncharacteristically high amount of rain the past few days. This rain absolutely soaked the ground. All nearby dirt is basically clay like you'd find near the ocean. In some places in the yard around my grandma's house, you can stick a solid metal rod several feet into the ground.
Anyway, this softening of the soil caused a nearby cell phone tower to sink into the mud and collapse. Therefore, I have no cell coverage here. I know it's very stereotypically sound to say that this sucks, but I'll say it anyway. This sucks. So, I'm sorry if any of you reading this are trying to reach me. If you REALLY need to get in contact with me, email me at denin.koch@students.rsd.edu.
The Noodle Parlor
Hey, Joe,
I was in your establishment
not too long ago.
Unless by long ago you mean
several milliseconds.
I did some fun stuff,
like throwing things
and enjoying some hash.
Bash.
Later, I ate some pizza.
It was nice.
I especially like the way
you put Dorito shards
on your pizza.
It's in good taste.
While the beans talked politics,
and some young whip snap has,
my thoughts drifted
to my piano friends.
Then I realized that
my piano friends weren't important
since I had been released
from prison.
So instead I let my mind wander
and found myself thinking about
a noodle.
This noodle is a noodle
of mine.
It's kind of a long story.
Actually it's unfinished.
Like, if it were a book,
the last 200 pages would be blank.
The old man and the sea.
This, dear friends,
is definetely
and without a doubt
not the noodle I was referring to.
I was in your establishment
not too long ago.
Unless by long ago you mean
several milliseconds.
I did some fun stuff,
like throwing things
and enjoying some hash.
Bash.
Later, I ate some pizza.
It was nice.
I especially like the way
you put Dorito shards
on your pizza.
It's in good taste.
While the beans talked politics,
and some young whip snap has,
my thoughts drifted
to my piano friends.
Then I realized that
my piano friends weren't important
since I had been released
from prison.
So instead I let my mind wander
and found myself thinking about
a noodle.
This noodle is a noodle
of mine.
It's kind of a long story.
Actually it's unfinished.
Like, if it were a book,
the last 200 pages would be blank.
The old man and the sea.
This, dear friends,
is definetely
and without a doubt
not the noodle I was referring to.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
By the way...
To the next friend of mine that reads this blog, and is in Bram, it would be much appreciated if you would put my poem "Weeclee Noodles" as the Weeclee haiku of the day. That would be nice.
Honesty
I went traveling today
after a bean suggested it.
I traveled well; it was nice.
I saw many things.
I envisioned,
wait, no I didn't.
I actually saw them:
some photos from my present,
some places from my past,
and some stuff I did
and will do again,
once the water has subsided.
My travels were travels.
I moved through space.
But I also accidentaly
did some experiments
with beans
and the space time continuum.
Thank you.
after a bean suggested it.
I traveled well; it was nice.
I saw many things.
I envisioned,
wait, no I didn't.
I actually saw them:
some photos from my present,
some places from my past,
and some stuff I did
and will do again,
once the water has subsided.
My travels were travels.
I moved through space.
But I also accidentaly
did some experiments
with beans
and the space time continuum.
Thank you.
Monday, June 13, 2011
An update on my current state of existence...
No poems this post. Sorry.
I'm in the great state of North Dakota as I write this at 11:23 local time. The time is an hour ahead here from home (for me, Richland, WA).
Some might ask why I'm in North Dakota. Well, the main goal of the journey was to visit my grandma. Other than that, and to visit my grandpa's place of resting, I'm not entirely sure. I mean my grandma's great and all, but there is nothing here. By nothing I mean NOTHING. For the hour and a half drive throught North Dakota to here (about 100 miles west of Bismarck) you are basically driving the entire way through a giant wheat field. The most exciting discovery I have made so far is the small playground a minute's walk from my grandma's house.
I'm pretty excited for later this summer though. Lots of cool stuff. Tour with the steel drum group I play in, gigs with my rock groups, a trip to the Churchill river with my other grandpa, church leadership retreats, marching band, jazz combos. All sorts of fun stuff. Of course I can't wait home to get home and just chill with my friends too.
To my friends back at steel drum, you should tell Mr. Leggett not to start anything cool without me. Like Blue Rondo or Mariella's Dance. Please.
Goodbye,
Denin Koch
I'm in the great state of North Dakota as I write this at 11:23 local time. The time is an hour ahead here from home (for me, Richland, WA).
Some might ask why I'm in North Dakota. Well, the main goal of the journey was to visit my grandma. Other than that, and to visit my grandpa's place of resting, I'm not entirely sure. I mean my grandma's great and all, but there is nothing here. By nothing I mean NOTHING. For the hour and a half drive throught North Dakota to here (about 100 miles west of Bismarck) you are basically driving the entire way through a giant wheat field. The most exciting discovery I have made so far is the small playground a minute's walk from my grandma's house.
I'm pretty excited for later this summer though. Lots of cool stuff. Tour with the steel drum group I play in, gigs with my rock groups, a trip to the Churchill river with my other grandpa, church leadership retreats, marching band, jazz combos. All sorts of fun stuff. Of course I can't wait home to get home and just chill with my friends too.
To my friends back at steel drum, you should tell Mr. Leggett not to start anything cool without me. Like Blue Rondo or Mariella's Dance. Please.
Goodbye,
Denin Koch
Noodles Playing Poker
Come sit at the table
and watch the noodles
playing Texas Hold 'Em
and Five Card Stud.
There are some interesting
noodles at the table
but they all fulfill
various stereotypes.
That noodle at the end
it is well liked
but very quiet and reserved
and makes some stupid desicions sometimes.
It sits and awaits its downfall
with ignorant joy.
See the noodle to the right
and how it is pretty confident
and not afraid to put it
all on the line.
This noodle fears not the beans,
and knows what it wants
at all times,
even on its birthday.
The noodle further left,
in a world of its own,
one might suggest,
is a very cool noodle
but only to those
who can appreciate it
fully.
A tragedy is achieved
when people ignore it.
The noodle who is dealing
has a way of making
all the other noodles
feel safe.
It leads with kindness
and a sense of equality
normally only found
in your everyday
kindergarten,
but not to suggest that this noodle
treated the other noodles like kindergartneners.
It's very complicated.
And finally,
there's the noodle with its back turned.
This noodle is an odd noodle.
Don't get me wrong, Beanmaster,
it is a very nice noodle.
But no one but the King of Beans
can ever really anticipate its move.
Somestimes it bluffs.
Sometimes it folds immediately.
And sometimes it pulls a
really good hand
from out of nowhere.
The noodle is the ace
that no one can find.
These noodles are playing poker.
They are taking risks,
making decisions,
being rewarded
and sometimes are smite down
by the odds.
It's actually kind of like something.
and watch the noodles
playing Texas Hold 'Em
and Five Card Stud.
There are some interesting
noodles at the table
but they all fulfill
various stereotypes.
That noodle at the end
it is well liked
but very quiet and reserved
and makes some stupid desicions sometimes.
It sits and awaits its downfall
with ignorant joy.
See the noodle to the right
and how it is pretty confident
and not afraid to put it
all on the line.
This noodle fears not the beans,
and knows what it wants
at all times,
even on its birthday.
The noodle further left,
in a world of its own,
one might suggest,
is a very cool noodle
but only to those
who can appreciate it
fully.
A tragedy is achieved
when people ignore it.
The noodle who is dealing
has a way of making
all the other noodles
feel safe.
It leads with kindness
and a sense of equality
normally only found
in your everyday
kindergarten,
but not to suggest that this noodle
treated the other noodles like kindergartneners.
It's very complicated.
And finally,
there's the noodle with its back turned.
This noodle is an odd noodle.
Don't get me wrong, Beanmaster,
it is a very nice noodle.
But no one but the King of Beans
can ever really anticipate its move.
Somestimes it bluffs.
Sometimes it folds immediately.
And sometimes it pulls a
really good hand
from out of nowhere.
The noodle is the ace
that no one can find.
These noodles are playing poker.
They are taking risks,
making decisions,
being rewarded
and sometimes are smite down
by the odds.
It's actually kind of like something.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The Mission of I
I.
I.
I.
What does it mean to be I?
I has a world of their own
where nothing but I's desires live.
This world can only exist
in a state of nonexistence.
The time when this world becomes real
is the time at which I dies.
Sometimes this world is barren
save for one dream.
One.
Alone.
With nothing to accompany it.
If this dream is ever realized,
more must come to take its place
regardless of how fulfilled
I becomes.
Sometimes I's world is overpopulated
with hopes, fantasies,
visions, nightmares.
When this happens,
I must not lose faith
and continue to carry out I's
solemn mission, which will be
as long as there is someone
in our world
to dream, hope,
have faith,
and have fear.
We all have a responsibility to be I.
We all have a responsibility to desire.
We all have a responsibility to dream.
Without these things, I's world
will desist from its state of nonexistence
and all the nightmares of I
will be realized
in the minds and hearts of those
who let I die.
I.
I.
What does it mean to be I?
I has a world of their own
where nothing but I's desires live.
This world can only exist
in a state of nonexistence.
The time when this world becomes real
is the time at which I dies.
Sometimes this world is barren
save for one dream.
One.
Alone.
With nothing to accompany it.
If this dream is ever realized,
more must come to take its place
regardless of how fulfilled
I becomes.
Sometimes I's world is overpopulated
with hopes, fantasies,
visions, nightmares.
When this happens,
I must not lose faith
and continue to carry out I's
solemn mission, which will be
as long as there is someone
in our world
to dream, hope,
have faith,
and have fear.
We all have a responsibility to be I.
We all have a responsibility to desire.
We all have a responsibility to dream.
Without these things, I's world
will desist from its state of nonexistence
and all the nightmares of I
will be realized
in the minds and hearts of those
who let I die.
The Journey and the Noodle
Once, in a place far from here,
there was a young noodle,
who really wasn't all that young.
He was only young
to most other noodles,
which could mean lots of things,
like that the noodle was extremely old.
Actually it doesn't.
This noodle had seen lots of things.
Good things. Bad things.
He tried to remember how each thing
made him feel
in case he was ever asked by a physciatrist.
There was a time when the noodle
wanted to forget the way
some things had made him feel.
He wanted to leave it behind
and start again,
like so many beans before him.
Then an unusual circumstance,
which was pretty unusual
according to most,
forced the noodle to go away,
away from the pain and the happiness,
the fresh and the stale,
the old man and the sea.
The noodle traveled far
and got really bored
whilst awaiting his destination,
the home of lots and lots of
wheat.
But while on his journey,
the noodle had an epiphany,
and was greatly confused.
He realized that while
contemplating his life
amongst the wheat,
the King of Beans had come
and removed his earlobe.
there was a young noodle,
who really wasn't all that young.
He was only young
to most other noodles,
which could mean lots of things,
like that the noodle was extremely old.
Actually it doesn't.
This noodle had seen lots of things.
Good things. Bad things.
He tried to remember how each thing
made him feel
in case he was ever asked by a physciatrist.
There was a time when the noodle
wanted to forget the way
some things had made him feel.
He wanted to leave it behind
and start again,
like so many beans before him.
Then an unusual circumstance,
which was pretty unusual
according to most,
forced the noodle to go away,
away from the pain and the happiness,
the fresh and the stale,
the old man and the sea.
The noodle traveled far
and got really bored
whilst awaiting his destination,
the home of lots and lots of
wheat.
But while on his journey,
the noodle had an epiphany,
and was greatly confused.
He realized that while
contemplating his life
amongst the wheat,
the King of Beans had come
and removed his earlobe.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Pink Floyd
I listen to Pink Floyd
because I enjoy their music.
I like the way they are very honest
about their feelings towards beans.
I can't help but feel a little sad
because what they sing about
sometimes applies to me.
They sing about pigs ruling the world.
It's not so far fetched.
They sing about feeling lonely.
I've felt that way before.
They sing about beating hearts against a wall.
It's true.
They sing about commercialism.
Well, there's not a lot to argue against that.
They sing about wanting to go home.
Doesn't everyone?
Pink Floyd helps me to understand
why I must be strong.
because I enjoy their music.
I like the way they are very honest
about their feelings towards beans.
I can't help but feel a little sad
because what they sing about
sometimes applies to me.
They sing about pigs ruling the world.
It's not so far fetched.
They sing about feeling lonely.
I've felt that way before.
They sing about beating hearts against a wall.
It's true.
They sing about commercialism.
Well, there's not a lot to argue against that.
They sing about wanting to go home.
Doesn't everyone?
Pink Floyd helps me to understand
why I must be strong.
A Pile of Noodles
It's amazing.
One's life is nothing but an endless dive
down through an
endless pile of noodles.
Yet we allow several noodles
randomly selected
by the beans
to shape us.
What if the noodles selected for me are slightly undercooked?
I don't deserve that rat.
One's life is nothing but an endless dive
down through an
endless pile of noodles.
Yet we allow several noodles
randomly selected
by the beans
to shape us.
What if the noodles selected for me are slightly undercooked?
I don't deserve that rat.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Noodles Only
Are you a noodle?
No.
Know.
Could you ever become a noodle?
Maybe.
May bee.
Does this involve you right now?
I don't know.
I don't, no.
Do noodles have opposable thumbs?
Yes.
Yesterday.
My yesterdays are full of questions
but few are really important,
like why my parents are making me visit
Ulcer, WA.
I hope to bean finding those answers
in my future.
Few churn.
Churning is an art
that beans attempt to master,
but are left disappointed.
This app pointed.
There is not an app
that will turn you into a noodle.
Don't be ridiculous.
Ridiculousy is the most difficult
of all arts
because alienation is possible.
Alien nations.
I think its possible that aliens have nations.
After all, they are pretty ironic beings.
Beans.
No.
Know.
Could you ever become a noodle?
Maybe.
May bee.
Does this involve you right now?
I don't know.
I don't, no.
Do noodles have opposable thumbs?
Yes.
Yesterday.
My yesterdays are full of questions
but few are really important,
like why my parents are making me visit
Ulcer, WA.
I hope to bean finding those answers
in my future.
Few churn.
Churning is an art
that beans attempt to master,
but are left disappointed.
This app pointed.
There is not an app
that will turn you into a noodle.
Don't be ridiculous.
Ridiculousy is the most difficult
of all arts
because alienation is possible.
Alien nations.
I think its possible that aliens have nations.
After all, they are pretty ironic beings.
Beans.
Clutching with Concealed Desperation
Clutching to a surfboard while being pitched
by the terrible waves.
The surfboard is in danger of breaking,
and I fear that my time above the water
may be short.
by the terrible waves.
The surfboard is in danger of breaking,
and I fear that my time above the water
may be short.
The Golden Noodle Knight
Strength is my advantage.
I will power through thee,
oh Golden Noodle Knight,
for you do not know
what it means to defeat me.
You may try to conquer me,
but I am the King of Noodles
who can not be defeated
by such simple things
as beans in my stew.
I will power through thee,
oh Golden Noodle Knight,
for you do not know
what it means to defeat me.
You may try to conquer me,
but I am the King of Noodles
who can not be defeated
by such simple things
as beans in my stew.
An Experiment in Existence
I went back there today.
To the place that doesn't exist.
It left, never to return
but may come back one day
on the strength of hope.
I saw the things that once were
but aren't.
I observe the cycle of life
drifting in and out of existence.
I watch a plant grow
while another fades away.
Soon the waters will turn
and I must go.
But the rain will stop
and the tides will subside
and the tsunamis will shrink
until they are peaceful waves.
When this happens,
I will be prepared
and surf into shore on the waves
where the sanctuary will be back
waiting with a life renewed
and a strength unmatched.
To the place that doesn't exist.
It left, never to return
but may come back one day
on the strength of hope.
I saw the things that once were
but aren't.
I observe the cycle of life
drifting in and out of existence.
I watch a plant grow
while another fades away.
Soon the waters will turn
and I must go.
But the rain will stop
and the tides will subside
and the tsunamis will shrink
until they are peaceful waves.
When this happens,
I will be prepared
and surf into shore on the waves
where the sanctuary will be back
waiting with a life renewed
and a strength unmatched.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The Lamentful Noodle
This noodle has put me in an emotional blender.
Was, not.
Is, not
And could be.
The blades are very sharp
and I fear
if I don't escape
I may become noodle.
Was, not.
Is, not
And could be.
The blades are very sharp
and I fear
if I don't escape
I may become noodle.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
My Friend, the Noodle
The noodle is was my friend.
We spend spent lots of time together.
To be have beans friends with the noodle
is was an honor.
We spend spent lots of time together.
To be have beans friends with the noodle
is was an honor.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Noodle Tears
See that noodle.
That noodle is nice
and pretty cool.
The noodle in Question.
It may or mayn't be
a good swimmer.
Suddenly, said noodle.
Is drowning.
In a pool of broken dreams.
I think about my life.
And how it compares to my life
that is out of the Question
at the time.
So, regardless of the dormice,
calling to be rescued from their brutal nightmare,
I realize that I should probably save the noodle.
I swim over to the noodle.
And pull it back to Safety.
And there was a great realization inside my soul
as I began a third life.
There to great me was Darwin Leon.
Oh crap.
That's not good
considering I was trying to
save a noodle
at the Time.
That noodle is nice
and pretty cool.
The noodle in Question.
It may or mayn't be
a good swimmer.
Suddenly, said noodle.
Is drowning.
In a pool of broken dreams.
I think about my life.
And how it compares to my life
that is out of the Question
at the time.
So, regardless of the dormice,
calling to be rescued from their brutal nightmare,
I realize that I should probably save the noodle.
I swim over to the noodle.
And pull it back to Safety.
And there was a great realization inside my soul
as I began a third life.
There to great me was Darwin Leon.
Oh crap.
That's not good
considering I was trying to
save a noodle
at the Time.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Noodle Adventures
I think that this
is a really bad idea.
It's not my fault even though
the noodle thinks it is.
It wasn't my fault that it
was had to be has.
The noodle wanted an extended procrastination
from its fate and demanded
all of this with subtlty.
I said, "Look, I have
other noodles here. I need to address
them as well."
The noodle replied by
pretending to cooperate.
But it didn't.
So, it's still there, where
I am aware of it,
but
it didn't get what it wanted.
is a really bad idea.
It's not my fault even though
the noodle thinks it is.
It wasn't my fault that it
was had to be has.
The noodle wanted an extended procrastination
from its fate and demanded
all of this with subtlty.
I said, "Look, I have
other noodles here. I need to address
them as well."
The noodle replied by
pretending to cooperate.
But it didn't.
So, it's still there, where
I am aware of it,
but
it didn't get what it wanted.
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