That Guy Across The Street

Intently he stares at his prize, his precious. 

Every day he brings it to work without fail, 

Through rain or shine, through gas crisis and road work. 

Now he admires his beauty, he stares in silence.

So much depends upon the red pick-up truck,

in the sunshine,

beside the white road signs. 

At the end of the day,

No wife, no children,

Just him and his truck, 

Content. 

Return of the Jedi II: Now They Just Won't Leave

Supreme Jedi Master. That's right, that's what I am. 

It sounds really cool. But it's not. It actually kind of... sucks. 

All day, all night, all my time spent fighting with lords. 

They all think they are SO cool, but in the end, they are just,

a huge waste of my valuable time. 

But they are not even close to the worst part of my job.

I'd fight with a sith ANY day over meeting with 

the STUPID JEDI COUNCIL.

I mean, since Yoda died, there has been no interesting conversation.

AT ALL.

We used to spend half the meetings trying to UNDERSTAND 

what Yoda was saying, and then the other half, we'd argue about it. 

But now that I took his job, it is unbearably boring. 

I just get so ANNOYED. Not even just cause it's boring, but because,

the Jedi's are so dis-orginized! My ex-wife had OCD. 

Our house was always neat and clean. When she left to go off with

that JERK Hans Solo, she left ME with OCD.

Now every council meeting, I watch in unbearable silence as the Jedi's,

re-arrange chairs, drool on the carpet, spill food on the floor, and of course,

always leave their braid's slightly to the LEFT. I can barely take it anymore.

But, I guess protecting the galaxy was never supposed to be easy. 

Hey Jude - The Beatles

Hey Jude, don't make it bad,

Take a sad song, and make it better.

Remember to let her into your heart. 

Then you can start, to make it better.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid,

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute you let her under your skin,

Then you begin, to make it better.

And any time you feel the pain, Hey Jude, refrain,

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder.

Na na na na na

Na na na na.

Hey Jude, don't let me down

You have found her, now go and get her. 

Remember to let her into your heart. 

Then you can start, to make it better. 

So let it out and let it in,

Hey Jude, begin

You're waiting for someone to perform with. 

And don't you know that it's just you,

Hey Jude, you'll do.

The movement you need, is on your shoulder. 

Na na na na na

Na na na na yeah.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better.

Remember to let her under your skin.

Then you begin to make it better

Better, better, better, better, better, yeah, yeah, yeah. 

Na na na na na na na

Na na na na Hey Jude. 

This poem, written in song lyrics, has a powerful meaning to me. It deals with making the best of a bad situation, and with overcoming the struggles of life to ultimately rise above, and "make it better." And it is of course, an awesome musical song. 

15 Minutes Can Save You 15% Or More On Car Insurance Haiku

The autumn leaves crack

beneath - the graceful steps of

the Geico Gecko. 

Morgan Freeman and the Chamber of Secrets

MichaelPhelps

Orchestrated 

Rambunctious 

Gatherings

After

Naked

French

Runners

Elatedly

Evacuate

Madagascar 

And 

Nicaragua

An Inconvenient Truth:

BUSH

Do YOU Remember

I remember,

That December,

When you walked into my life... 

Via my shower. 

I gave a scream, 

But then it seemed,

You were such a little harmless chipmunk...

In the shower.

You were so slim, 

You couldn't swim,

And I had really taken a bath...

Instead of a shower.

I ceased to shout,

I climbed on out, 

And left you alone... 

In the shower.