We Are Three Horses Sharing Borrowed Time

I was bored tonight and a couple words and ideas popped into my head, so I wrote.

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we are three horses sharing borrowed time
treading the ice, watchers of ghosts
lucid rind of candlelight
our discord, the keeper's sulfur and pyre
to hammer in stone, forgotten
apostles and lover lie

the buried sea and aviary cry
stagnant, desperate I yearn for
that last drop to quench love
to lead the charge, to wring blood from the sky
tranquil a touch, free guide to shore
broken stem enslaved, enough

led by faith and pride stumble blind and stroke
eyes wide, reflected tears, contempt
beacon and foundry offered
from giants' thoughts, essence and power choke
theft and channel tremble without
three in one, brothers time shared

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I know I needed to bleed those words out of my mind, but now I really don't have any left. It was a rough week full of disappointment. I was really just kind of irritated all week and aside from the stress, I don't really know why. Motivation in the face of adversity is a virtue I wish I had. Actually, I love overcoming odds, especially when the act is a testament to my passion. What I don't enjoy is the lack of control over the conditions in which I face odds. It is as if I had trained for decades to become the world's best sniper, both covert and deadly at range, but the powers that be decide to put me on gun in a humvee patrolling in a sandstorm. Those conditions breed a narrative demonstrating, at the very least, Murphy's Law, but more likely a great example of the sophisticated adjective "ungood." I'm not saying that professors set students up to fail, but I am very well-accustomed to professors defining class organization by the consequences of not molding to their prescribed method of learning. Obviously the other side of the coin is impossibility of tailoring a course to every individual, but in an age where students are "responsible for our own learning" shouldn't we be able to demonstrate our learning via our strengths? Sure, I hate reading when you are going to basically read me the section the next day in class. Make me suffer for it during the semester, but when it comes time to figure out my grade, I learned the material. Your class is not Life and Following Orders 101 or Remedial Studies of Sheepledom. The hard fact of the matter is, I accomplished every learning goal you set in place in a different way than you wanted me to. I do not apologize. Therefore, I take my walk of shame to summer school gladly, but I will remember you.

Lol, that was fun. Anyway, yea, my profs kinda sucked this semester, but I learned more than I have any other semester because I chose to still find value in the courses despite their inadequacies. I challenge you all to do the same. Take a difficult course. Stop watching Glee. Do something interesting with your life. Be a better person. Step out of your comfort zone. Jesus doesn't like people who make crappy covers of songs. He still loves them, but in a "I am going to sit here and watch you perform because I know it means a lot to you, but secretly I turned my ears off until you are done" way. Seriously, Glee is like the guitar guy at the party who just brings his guitar along so he can try to get your girlfriend to have sex with him. So the moral of the story is: Glee is not a good show. Goodnight.