Tux Shopping!

I went tux shopping today with John for prom. His blue vest does not match my blue, but it's okay. I don't care lol. It's the best we could do. We is ghetto. I love it. He's so awkward when it comes to these things. It reminds me of my father. I laughed. We are both gonna be really awkward on Saturday, we aren't really the formal type of people. However, tux shopping made me think of the future with my husband whoever he does happen to be. I thought of my husband getting his tux for the big day, it made me smile. I can and can't wait till that day. I have awhile though. I'm still really excited about Saturday. He picks his tux up at noon so I must remind him. He sucks at memory. I also must remind him to return it on sunday, that loserface. :) we'll church is gonna start soon so I must go. I need to start updating this more.

Hawaiian.

I am going to update this from my phone, because I am that cool. Ever since last night I have been in a extremely happy mood. I keep laughing and I love it. I blame Samantha and Sergio for it. Hahaha, I love them I really do. I think this weeks gonna be a good week. I have the best visual for my sermon ever that my dad came up with. I swear my Dad could of been a Pastor, just most people wouldn't like him because he thinks differently, but he really is very spiritual, like God has blessed him with not conforming with the "stereotypical christian views" and he is being shown things we can't see because he isn't tied down to what the norm is. I'm glad I grew up with him as my Dad, because it's taught me to dig deeper all the time and to think for myself, not to just take what Pastor's say as truth. I really look up to my dad. I'm in band class right now, and I'm just thinking and, laughing at Sam when she texts me, and wanting food, but I has none. I offically have 2 text messages waiting for me. So this is goodbye.

Dude.

Yeah. So did you know that the Japanese manachurists scare me? They is all like HONNG CHONNG FONG WONGGGG. Yeah. Scary stuff. I need to find the flower thing. I don't know where though. Where do you find flower things for tuxedos? Walmart? Bahh. No poke.... SWOOOSHHHH!

Princesses, Wild and Free

Princesses, Wild And Free
By John Foarde
For : Stephanie Parker, Rebekah Bentley, Erica Rumeau, Devon Flannery and Ashley Smith (that's the order of the princesses in the poem, I is the Princess of the sea =] )

There is a legend that I know,
Five ladies, winged and fair,
They gaurd the heights and down below,
All the Earth is in their care.

I see them when I watch the stars,
I smell them in the thunder storms,
I hear them in the spring bird's song,
I feel them in the sun so warm.

One soars amidst the forest trees,
All woodland creatures seek her face,
The bear and squirrel come bend their knees,
No wolf nor dear can keep her pace.

She rules her realm on verdent wings,
From her treetop home in the Secret Glade,
Her feathers, soft and precious things,
With hues of emerald and jade.

One lady reigns o'er the sea,
The ebbing, flowing tide,
All waters are her sovereignty,
All waters, far and wide.

Her wings reflect the ocean scene,
A soft and sweet azure,
But also with a touch of green,
Like the waves that slap the shore.

One has her kingdom everywhere,
For hers is one of flame,
Her spirit like her fiery hair,
Is one that won't be tamed.

Her wings are like a forest blaze,
Or the fiery mountain's flow,
A warmth is in her lovely face,
As a cheerful campfire's glow.

One lady rules the mountain peaks,
Her fortresses of stone,
The wayward traveler her favor seeks,
To find him safely home.

Her wings, deep purple, as the mountain face,
When the sun is just past gone,
And again before he takes his place,
In the hour before dawn.

One lady calls the skies her home,
The birds her closest friends,
Up above the clouds she roams,
Her kingdom has no end.

Her wings are like the sky she loves,
A light and airy blue,
She dances on the winds above,
With freedom pure and true.

This legend that I've come to tell,
Five ladies, winged and fair,
Is but my fantasy's portrayal,
Of friends that I hold dear.

Their every smile warms my heart,
For I look at them and see,
A sweet glimpse of their counterparts,
Princesses, wild and free.

Everyone wants to feel like someone cares, someone to love with my life in their hands.

Written By: John Michael Foarde
For: Rebekah Marie Bentley and Stephanie Diane Parker

Ladies sit before the mirror only seeing flaws.
They pine for what they do not see and it always gives me pause.
I wonder how these princesses as lovely as they are.
Can never look into the glass and just see past their scars.
They sit cross-legged on the floor scanning with baleful eyes.
They touch their hair, their nose, their mouth, and sigh their heavy sighs.
They cannot see what I see, the precious flowers that I know.
Dancing round the room like winter songbirds in the snow.
They do not hear the sweetness of their voice like summer rain.
They don't feel sorrow slip away when I see their face again.
They don't feel the lonely cold melt into joyous rays of sun.
When like the does in springtime with their bare feets they run.
My heart breaks when their tears fall just like the autumn leaves
That fall onto the frosty ground from the slowly sleeping trees.
They rushed into my heart just like the mountain brooklet flows.
And wherever they may float in life, there my heart shall go.
Like a snowflake looked at closely, they are splendidly unique.
Beautiful and flawless though they can never seem to see.
Forever I'll watch over them, these princesses of mine.
Forever I'll watch over them, my angels with blind eyes.