April Pet:

(Probably terrible, but for Anni ka-chan and Phillip-kun) 

"Um mich am Deutsch-Vergnügen zu vergüngen."
Ich fordere den greifvögeln zu euch und möchte nur für den Erfolg. Es könnte sein, daß unsere Träume sind vergessen in prime Fragen, aber es wäre unsere Stärke, uns motiviert.

ICH weinet für den Erfolg von uns. Um zu beten, die eine goldene Zeit vor uns sehen konnte, aber wäre es gesehen. Ich finde, daß ein Gebet zu dem jetzt und künftig ist das beste.

Für sie ist eine Zeit für uns alle. Zum Aufruf zusammen einen Moment der Einheit. Unsere globalen Gemeinschaft hören und zu warten. Gemeinsam mit uns alle und beginnen Sie zu "Hoffnung", und wissen, ich bin ein donut.

Danke mein Freund, vielen Dank.

Time:

Decided to change the time stamp: so now the dates are mixed up (on the posts), but still on pace for thirty (enjoy).

April Jet:

Cherish, these moments,
Because this impermanence,
(is) Forever lasting.

(So) A bird cherishes,
The song melody of Spring mists,
Blowing wind's, color.

(So) I sit before,
A scientific strong man,
Resembling man.

April Met:

I move with swift justice,
trapped in a breathless vacuum.
Will we see our lives as they pass effortlessly by,
or will it be, all for naught.

It can be known,
the knowledge that we seek.
Forever growing and gaining,
in momentum and size.

I will be blessed to know your name,
for you have blessed me with your own.
I can not repay,
all that you have done, but hope to achieve.

This resolution,
of our nature and demeanor.
So that we can move forward,
as a unit, a union.

Ignore the past,
but enjoy the present.
We wish for the future,
and take praise in our, solace.

私はいい。
今日はとっても元気。
あさって、神。

A(pril) Little Help from my Friends:

I Once Was A Smoker

By: Jordan Whitehead

                                               I don’t have a problem, what do you mean?

A state of pre-contemplation was smothering me.

The first time I tried it I will never forget,

The guys, that girl, I just wanted to fit in.

Dopamine released, relaxation occurred,

This is where smoking cigarettes caused my true identity to become blurred.

Sure I became popular, and yeah I got the girl, but nicotine had me handcuffed, nicotine changed my world.

When the coolness went away and I was ready to quit,

the addiction blazed strong as my very soul felt as if it would split.

I tried to play with a pencil, I tried to chew gum,

Stronger than heroin and cocaine, nicotine I couldn’t stay away from.

I became hostile and impatient, I couldn’t breathe during sport,

I always felt Hungry and depressed, my mind began to scream abort, abort.

So after a short time I tapped out and went back

Even though I already knew smoking was turning my lungs jet black.

Years went by followed by lapse and relapse,

Countless battles brought my will to stop to a complete collapse.

and without that will, the motivation and desire

No one can reach their destination it’s like a car without rims, wheels, and tires.

One day I was just walking down the side of the street

Seen a group of kids, seen a boy, I said, “Hey he looks like me.”

Confusion on his face, pressure from his friends, I’m sure you can guess what he held in his hand.

I rushed to him quickly before he took his first puff

and spilled my smoking stories straight off the cuff

We took a walk and talked, he was a great kid.

Played sports, like to hunt, he just wanted to fit in.

As we approached his house his whole attitude had changed

No pressure, he was laughing, and no confusion remained.

As we said our goodbyes and his face with a big smile being a smoker for a second was almost worth the while

Because with tears in his eyes he said, “thanks for tonight.”

I said, “for what?” and he replied, “Mister, you changed my life.”

Its been a few years since that warm summer night

I’m now in the action stage and my future seems bright.

I lost my freedom when my smoking began

But I continued someone’s freedom by becoming a hero to a young man.

My identity was lost but now it is found

and my freedom returned when I believed without smoking I am unbound.

I once was a smoker.

Not written by me, but I wanted to share it. Good poem.

April Bet:

Speaking with my native tongue:
We build a glorious civilization.
Our nation is the cradle of life.
My heart is proud,
Strong,
And filled with spirit.

The universe spins,
A swirling diamond sky.
The land spans,
Over mountain and expansive veldts.
The wood produces,
Lush,
Exotic,
Living unions.
The water glimmers,
Hiding mysterious depths.

This insidious disease creeps, draping the land, the forests, and the water,
In an invisible darkness.
It comes in many forms, and has many names.
It instills terror,
Hunger,
Death,
Race,
Poverty,
Pestilence,
War,
Rape,
Slavery,
A way of life.

...Yet there is a ray.
A blessing in disguise.
Under this yoke,
Of depression. Oppression.
The spirit strives.
The body yearns.
And our union will endure and blossom again.

Sponsors:

My little brother is doing a "raise money for my school" activity, please take a moment to look at the drive: Watch his Progress!

Pretty kewl prizes. This about the best I can do to support him, and I love him dearly. Thanks.