A few more poems

Baby
(dedicated to my sister's dog Baby)

Baby, oh Baby
What makes you worry?
Why must you be protective?
Is it something we did?

Baby, oh Baby
What makes you worry?
Can I help in any way?
Or do I need to stand away?

Baby, oh Baby
What makes you worry?
Is it the other animals?
Or just the fact that you're new

Baby, oh Baby
What makes you worry?
I'd like to know
I'm here to listen

Baby, oh Baby
What makes you worry?


Breeze in the Trees

I see and hear the breeze in the trees. The trees tell their story of neglect and abuse. Of love and care. They tell it as fast as they can. Their leafs rustle with the news of fortune. The breeze dies and fades. Trees stand still waiting for the next one. So once again they can tell of thei trust and loyalty and how they are treated unfair.

The next breeze comes and this time they tell of whom they can trust. They say they can trust the winged animals. About the things that crawl and the things on four legs. But those animals on two legs. They can hurt or help them. The trees quickly tell of the animals. But once again the breeze dies. That's it for this night. Now they have to wait till the next breeze.


Even Though I'm Young
(this is a real early one)

I hope to see the Father even though I'm young
I hope to be an angel of God's to send good news.
I want to be a humble servant of the father's
I hope to see the Father even though I'm young.

I hope to see the Son even though I'm young
I hope to be a savior of sin with him
I want to see his nail touched hands and feet.
I hope to see the Son even though I'm young

I hope to see the Holy Spirit even though I'm young.
I hope to have a flame above my head
I want to be lead to that special place be a dove
I hope to see the Holy Spirit even though I'm young.

A couple of my poems...i

This is a mixture of really early stuff and newer stuff, but mostly earlier stuff.

All Alone
(I think this was written for P.J.)

As I sit here all alone.
I think of all the good time I could be having.
I think of all the fun things we did when you were here.
But now you are gone and those things aren't fun anymore.

As I sit all alone.
I wonder what I would be doing if you were here
Would you be here laughing at a joke I just told?
Would you be telling me about your latest love?
But you aren't here to share a good joke with me.

Sitting all alone,
I wonder how I manage to live without you near
I wonder why we had to be so far apart
But I know that some day that distance will close.
Someday we will be nearer then we are now

I sit all alone,
Staring blankly at the TV
Wondering why you aren't here now
Wondering why I have to be alone at this time in my life
Wondering how you could love me.

Sitting with you,
You laugh at my jokes
You tell me of your latest love
We go do the things that we enjoy doing together
I don't have to wonder anymore
Now that you are here.


Blue Flame
(about a ring that I got from my ex.)

The flame leaped and jumped
Making a intricate pattern
Along the silver band

It screamed look at me!
Pay no need to the silver
It's not important

It started to cool down,
Losing it's brightness
No longer vibrant orange.

The flame started to slow down,
no longer the hot red
No longer leaping and jumping

What was once flirtatious,
now a blue flame
On a silver band.

Existence Rant for the Masses-Pico Jones

Afternoon All,

Existence (in general) is taken for granted. Not on purpose, mind you, but accidentally just because we felt like it. I'm here, you're here, we're all here (at least until we're not). And yet, you're not here. You're not here because I'm writing this at work, and pretty sure I can't see you. Then again, just because I can't see you doesn't mean you're not here, does it? I mean, we might be in different rooms or something. Or, if you prefer, I could expound on the thought process concerning the fact that we're always with the people we meet, know, love etc. In which case you're here (but you're not because you're there) and I'm there (but I'm not because I'm here) and along with that, the other six billion people on the planet are there too...or are they here? Not only are they with us, but they most likely visit everyone else too, in which case they're probably so fragmented that it's debatable as to whether or not they actually do exist. And for that matter, we're also fragmented to that extent (based on this theory) which leads me to believe that we aren't here either. This flows directly into an ominous pair of questions. What if none of us are here at all, and we're merely fragments of some other higher beings imagination? Or, if you prefer, what if life as we know it is this higher beings dreams; and that when this being wakes up we all disappear? Now, since we're all merely fragments of the twisted imagination of this being (and we all go poof when he wakes up) it causes me to wonder if he included himself in his dreams. Most people do, so ordinarily it wouldn't be all that odd, but in this case it is. Allow me to explain, You see, if he included himself in his dreams then is technically a figment of his own imagination. Does he disappear when he wakes up? If he does, did he exist in the first place? Is he a murderer, or was it just a mass suicide (as we are all figments of his imagination)? I suppose that one comes down to whether or not we're considered his "multiple personalities" or not. If someone with multiple personality disorder threatens suicide, is it a hostage situation? One final question before I go...If I'm not here, then who wrote this? Are you really reading it? Does it really exist? Oops, that was three questions. Oh well, non of us are here to do anything about it.

Random Thoughts for the Masses-Pico Jones

"15% of the population has enough of a mental disorder to abduct someone off the street. And then there's the question of whether or not one's abductor is 'hardcore' or if they're just your typical 'garden-variety psychotic'...I'm what they call a 'mix' between your typical garden-variety psychotic, and those who are more hardcore. Guess I'm a hardcore garden-variety psychotic. Which is far better than being...say...a psychosomatic asinine hawk that flies backwards on Tuesdays and Fridays at 5:19pm while pondering questions realting to the hypotenuse of a circular triangle on crack."

Big Mac Related Rantings-Pico Jones

Hello All,

How's the day going? I have a very serious issue to bring up today:

It's something that has been troubling me ever since the first few days of the semester, and I must admit I'm a little afraid of bringing it up...it seems that my biology prof is obsessed with Big Mac's. This surprises me a great deal because he is a fairly thin man, and does not exhibit the body type one would typically associate with a Big Mac lover. And yet, the incorporation of the aforementioned piece of American subculture is discussed, without fail, at least four times each lecture period. It appears in all of his scientific examples, and is used constantly as a reference point. Today's usage for example dealt with Big Mac's spontaneously bursting into flames, but there have been other reference points as well. Everything ranging from enzymes to proteins (which seem normal) to DNA and plant life. I mean, who actually ponders the DNA of a Big Mac?...okay so all of us might bring it up in conversation if led in that direction, but that doesn't seem too out of the way for our chats. I am starting to believe that everything in Biology is interconnected to the Big Mac in some way, shape or form. Everything from hair follicles to acid rain to mold growth to the cycles of the seasons can probably be traced, in the way or another, to the Big Mac. Evolution? Big Mac. Sea Turtles? Bug Mac. The meaning of life? Big Mac. Why does this remind me of that whole "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon" thing, wherein one can pick any actor or actress in history, and somehow connect them to a movie starring Kevin Bacon? For example, Clint Eastwood was in Bridges of Madison County with Meryl Streep who was in A River Wild with...Kevin Bacon. Anyway, the fact that a bug gets squished by the foot of a human who in turn gets crushed by a falling piano can all be traced back to something concerning a Big Mac. Sinking if the Titanic? Big Mac. Viet Nam? Big Mac. Moon Landing? Big Mac. I don't feel that I'm taking this too far for it seems that since Biology is the core of life, that everything else in existence is merely an extension of Biology...which also implies that everything sles in the world can be dirested back to a Big Mac (This further explains the titanic, Vietnam, and moon landing situations.) I consider this a highly volatile issue for the future of the country...one that should not escape the race for the white house, and yet, my information is incomplete. I will have to do more reserch. I encourage any of you to pass along information you might find crucial to the study. I only have one question to ask of all of you...do you want fries with that?

Ice Cream Related Ranting-Pico Jones

(don't worry I have permission. I have them on a website of mine.)


Hey guys,

The cancellation of class, much like the promise of a fresh pint of ice cream, brings joy to the human soul. You see, the removal of class permits one's mind to wander freely from organized, class-oriented material to more pertinent thoughts. Thoughts involving phrases like "Mint Chocolate Chip" or "Black Cherry" or (in extreme cases only) "Double Fudge Brownie". We all have those days when we're too busy tottering at the edge to worry about anything, and want nothing more that to have our friends understand that pain. The problem here is that most of our friends think we're lunatics already and if we started screaming things like "Blue Moon" in their faces, they'd much rather spend their money buying us a personal hug for one then spending it alleviating our pain. Which brings me to the phrase "Peace, Love & Ice Cream". Having peace and love in your daily life is definitely important, as those are qualities one usually associates with happy existence. Ice Cream falls under this category as well, for if you love ice cream, (and the ice cream brings you peace) then all this can do is strengthen your other relationships. And so I encourage you yo get together with your friends and have cake. But cake is nothing without ice cream so...Did Shakespeare have ice cream with his cake? Anyway, it's not our fault that a lack of ice cream conscious people have hindered our ability to exist, oh no, it's not our fault. And yet, it seems we blame ourselves, because god forbid we'd speak the truth in this situation. And so I make my claim to you, proud members of the ice cream counterculture, leaders of an underground movement based on the belief that a lack of ice cream has caused the downfall of society, that I will lead you honestly and truthfully. I ask but one question...2 scoops or 3?

My Ramblings

So here I shall post the ramblings of Sambelina Joe. The name Sambelina is a nickname that was giving to me by the Assistant manager at work. And the middle name Joe because that's what the co-workers in the frame shop came up with.

I will post stories, poems, ramblings about random things, and I will also post some of Pico Jones's ramblings, things that should be considered with high regard. But please don't reuse any of the stories, poems or ramblings with out first asking.