the adventure of mouse. ep. 2

Hunting.

Now Mouse became bored resting and not moving in the window. He knew that if he did not do something fast, he could be blocked by the Screensaver.

So Mouse decided to start hunting for the legendary Firefox, the guardian of the Firewall. To begin he became an Internet Explorer in the Safari.

He soon came to a door which he could not push open the door. So he Shifted his weight abit and Entered the door. Now he came across valley and the only way he could cross it was to walk across a narrow Space Bar. When he crossed the bar, he heard noises from where he just was and saw a dozen Arrows coming towards him. Then he realised that he was trapped and there was no place to Escape. He quickly searched the wall with his hands and heard a Click--he had found an Alternate Escape. He went out of Google Earth after searching in vain for the Firefox.

What an adventure...!!! Mouse taught to himself.

the adventure of mouse. ep. 1

The Program.

Once upon a time a genius by the name of Gates invented Windows that could observe Apples. So this is where our story begins...because the Windows always observed the Apples, they did not notice the Mouse which entered the Windows using a Keyboard.

This is the adventure of Mouse.

The adventure of something small in the smallest universe.

2 many things 2 do

i have technically written too much stuff on paper and am lazy to type it now. So i will slowly and slowly and slowly take my time, but here are a few poems i'm looking forward to type soon. They are all written by me and they are entitled: Do You Feel the Same?, Isn't It True?, A Difference, There's Something in Your Eye, Do I Let You Know?, For You, Friends, Is This Me?, Reserved, Crossroads, If I were to Die Today, Her, D.C.sions, and A Hero.

The above titles are all the poems I have written this year so far, and does not include previous years. So be patient and wait for more to come.

Enjoy the present, but prepare for the future.

-END

Ehud (Judges 3:12-30)

here's my first attempt at a story-telling poem. This poem is based on the story of Ehud, a judge of Israel.

Then again they turned from the Lord,

And they did evil in God's sight.

Just who are they?

They are the Israelites.

Even the miracles they had seen

Did not help them turn.

Soon after Othniel's death,

They turned without a reason.

So God sent Eglon,

The king of the Moabites,

Who gathered more troops,

The Ammorites and Amalekites.

So Eglon conquered Israel,

And oppressed them eighteen years.

He forced them to work,

And filled them with fears.

Then the Israelites cried out to God

To deliver them from Eglon.

So God decided to save His people,

And sent His chosen one.

God sent a deliverer to Israel--

A man who everything could.

He sent the son of Gera, a Benjamite,

A left-handed man named Ehud.

Ehud made a two-sided dagger,

A meter and a half long it was.

He fastened it on his right hip,

The blade, the victory's source.

Israel then sent a present,

And Ehud as the gift-bearer.

Little did Eglon know,

That Ehud would be the deliverer.

When Ehud came with the gifts,

Guards only checked his left hip.

Little did they know,

On his right hip, it was keep.

Now Eglon was a fat man,

A very fat one for real.

He trusted too many people,

This became his Achilles' heel.

As Ehud entered Eglon's court,

Eglon sent his men and the presents away.

Because Ehud had said,

That he had something important to say.

Ehud approached the king and said,

"I have a secret message from God to thee."

The king aorse to listen,

And Ehud thrusted his blade into his belly.

After this Ehud escaped.

He locked all the doors behind him,

And the servants didn't open the doors,

For Eglon was sleeping, it would seem.

So Ehud escaped and travelled to Seirah.

Then he blew a trumpet at Ephraim

To call the people to battle,

So they could, thier land, reclaim.

Ehud led the Israelites down the hills.

He said to them, "Follow me!

For God has given us victory,

Over the Moabites, our enemy!"

So they followed Ehud down,

And captured a place near the Jordan,

Where the Moabites were bound to cross.

There, ten thousands Moabites were fallen.

Israel was saved by Ehud,

And had peace for eighteen years,

And the people returned to God,

Who rescued them from their fears.

-END

One of the reasons for me to choose to write on Ehud was the fact that he was a left-hander--like me! Other than that i believe he was used greatly used by God.

A Heated Soul

Something I wrote while I was angry at...just about everything.

Many a times when life is down,

And rage creeps in like an avenging hound.

When you feel like punching the wal,

When you're enraged straight from the core,

You don't think of what you do,

But just lash out like a complete fool.

The heated soul

Fills the body whole

With a raging tempest out of control!

You hurt the people who care for you;

You scold and reprimand without an issue.

You are filled with rage beyong your conrtrol,

And the hatred spreads and sets in your soul.

So you shut the world away,

And in your room you stay,

To rant and rant like no one's business,

And build a thick wall of stubborness.

The heated soul

Fills the body whole

With a raging tempest out of control!

Anger is a problem

That sets steady and firm,

Within the soul at first,

Just before it bursts.

What end will it cost

Except that you'll be lost,

Within the fiery flames?

Unless it is your aim

to burn up inside

And freeze up outside?

-END

people

a random rhyme i made when i was bored...

people are like watermelons,

Hard outside and soft inside,

They show no outward emotions.

They make a crust outside to hide.

xD

The Eye of the Storm

a more free styled poem reflecting peace in a time of turmoil.

When the sky darkens,

And the birds take to their nests.

When the flashes shout,

And the heavens take a test.

When clouds gather

to mourn as a whole,

And they'll gather and gather

And continue to grow.

People will run,

In fear and terror,

From this threatening,

Endangering, feat of horror.

The sky cries;

The lightning fries!

The thunder begin their chant.

The moon runs,

And where is the sun?

Have the stars gone for a hunt?

Is there peace?

Is there release?

Will the madness ever cease?

From seconds to minutes to hours,

Will the skies ever dry?

Hear the people in irritation;

Hear the sadness and the sigh.

Where is the shelter,

From this God-forsaken storm?

Is there relief,

From this sky-hung massless form?

Is there peace?

Is there release?

Will the madness ever cease?

Wait. There is peace!

In this massless form.

It is here,

In the eye of the storm!

The winds have weaken,

The thunder softens,

And the lightning stops for once.

Can you believe,

There is relief

For children - daughters and sons?

Shelter is found in the midst of turmoil.

Peace is reborn!

Nothing moves, not grain nor soil.

Relief like the morning's dawn.

-End

10/04/09 (I just didn't post it)