"A Stick, A Carrot & String" by mewithoutYou

The Horse's hay beneath His head our Lord was born to a manger bed, that all whose wells run dry could drink of His supply.
To keep Him warm the Sheep drew near, so grateful for His coming here: You come with news of grace, come to take my place!

The Donkey whispered in His ear: Child, in thirty-some-odd years, You'll ride someone who looks like me (untriumphantly).

While the Cardinals warbled a joyful song: He'll make right what man made wrong, bringing low the hills, that the valleys might be filled!

Then Child, asked the birds, well, aren't they lovely words we sing?
The tiny Baby lay there without saying anything.

At a distance stood a mangy Goat with a crooked teeth and a matted coat, weary eyes and worn, chipped & twisted horns.
Thinking: Maybe I'll make friends some day with the Cows in the pens and the Rambouillet, but for now I'll keep away - I got nothin' smart to say.

But there's a sign on the barn in the Cabbagetown: WHEN THE RAIN PICKS UP AND THE SUN GOES DOWN, SINNERS, COME INSIDE!
WITH NO MONEY, COME AND BUY.
NO CLEVER TALK NOR GIFT TO BRING REQUIRES OUR LOWLY, LOVELY KING.
COME YOU EMPTYHANDED, YOU DON'T NEED ANYTHING.

And the night was cool and clear as glass with the sneaking Snake in the garden grass, as Deep cried out to Deep, the Disciples fast asleep.
And the snake perked up when he heard You ask: if You're willing that this cup might pass we could find our way back home, maybe start a family all our own...but does not the Father guide the Son?
Not my will but Yours be done!
What else here to do?
What else me but You???

And the snake who'd held the world, a stick, a carrot and a string, was crushed beneath the Foot of Your not wanting anything.

The Passion of The Christ and The Passion of Thrice.




once again these bitter herbs
the perfect compliment to all your cryptic words
I nod but don't know what to say, but I know you
and I believe you're who you say you are so I?

I will follow you, lay down my life
I would die for you, this very night

once again the bread and wine
but it seems the meanings may be deeper still this time
and you surprised me when you said I'd fall away, don't you know me
I could never be ashamed of you, no I?

I've never been this cold, the fire's gravity compels
like planets cling to sol, I feel my orbit start to fail
like moths to flame I come, too close and all my oaths are burned
as stars begin to run, all my accusers take their turn
and calling curses down, from my lips lies like poison spill
and then that awful sound, the sound of prophesy fulfilled
and then I met your eyes, and I remember everything
and something in me dies, the night that I betrayed my king

Today my sanity was rescued by mewithoutYou and a guy named Marty.

Stop the clock,
stop time,
stop ticking,
stop sign,
stop being in the way,
stop giving me that face,
watch those hands, 4-way,
stop in at Moses Lake,
At The Firefly Café,
stop this rhyming I say!

There are on occasion, people who come into the café and play the piano. I think the majority of the people who do, seem to lack the ability or knowledge of dynamics in their playing, and despite the fact that their music is actually pretty good...the missing dynamics make it almost a mite irritating to listen to. I never realized how important they were when my teacher used to hammer them into me, but playing softer with one hand than the other, or building up your volume at certain points, or quiet here, noisy there, etc....it all works together to make beautiful music. Without such dynamics, even a pretty song can sound rather bland and somewhat uninteresting. I guess it's like the difference between a drawing or photograph that's head on, as opposed to one that's positioned at a crazy angle.

Like this versus THIS...

Today I took the mop and doused the floor in a slip-n-slide of water, and then I was running and sliding across it. I was hydroplaning like 16-20 feet, it was amazing badazing! It was the most fun I've had at work since yesterday! =D

Here are some silly white board drawings I've done at the café. Pa-tanga!