Bishop Kearney Online Lit Mag

2009-05-20T15:36:00.004-04:00

Anew by Ms. Hansen

Tears down cheeks they trickle
Love and life are surely fickle
A friend today but not tomorrow
A piece is lost, I’m drenched in sorrow
But from that cloud, a rainbow found
strength and hope do me surround
A helping hand, a smiling face
the pain a hopeful heart replace
No longer closed in fear and pain
I’m free to share my heart again

2009-05-20T15:32:00.000-04:00

Tree By the Sea

by Lauren Parker

2009-05-20T15:31:00.000-04:00

Night Creatures by Molly Mahoney

Night Creatures
Green grass
Turning Brown
Blue skies
Turning black
Howling winds
Picking up
That is when they like to play
Scurry, scurry
Home you hurry
They are coming
Oh no, oh no
Picking victims
Not so choosy
Fresh blood
Is just like love
Scurry, scurry
Home, you hurry
They are coming
Oh no, oh no
Cannot you here them
Sly as a fox
Hunting you down
They are right behind you
Scurry, scurry
Home you hurry
They are coming
Oh no, oh no
You cannot run now
They trail you expertly
Grinning like mad men
They are not sorry
Scurry, scurry
Home, you hurry
They are here
Oh no, oh no

2009-05-20T15:30:00.002-04:00

Time Bomb by Molly Mahoney

Tick
Tick
Tick
The clock
Clambering on
Sounds like a time bomb
About to explode
Tock
Tock
Tock
We look at each other
But what is left to say
We have argued, cried, and screamed
So nothing
Tick
Tock
Tick
We may sit like this
Forever
Praying for one more chance
That will never come
Tock
Tick
Tock
I guess our time is up
So I start to cry
You nod your head
We have been defeated
Tick
Tock
Our time is gone
Forever

2009-05-20T15:30:00.001-04:00

Untitled by Anonymous

I have been waiting
For the day
And time
When I can escape
This hell on earth
This place
No one can call home
This place where
Witches write their evil spells
And demons dwell
You cannot begin to imagine
What has come and gone
In this house
What bittersweet love
Has had its last testimony here
What lullaby song
Has screeched its raging tongue
For all children to hear
With glasses breaking
In the public hall
For all the guests to see
Where alcohol and anger mix
In one parent’s greed
I live in this place
Where everybody knows
What goes on
In these suffocating halls
And suffering rooms
Where someone is
Always crying
And
Where witches write their evil spells
And demons dwell

2009-05-20T15:26:00.001-04:00

Rain by Molly Mahoney

Drizzle
Drizzle
Pitter pat
Sweet raindrops
Tap
Tap
Tap
I dance
I spin and twirl
While the rain
Come tumbling down
Splash
Splash
It falls harder
Mating down my hair
Tight curls unwound
Swish
Swish
Swish
I sweep through puddles
Dreaming of more raindrops
The high wind pulls and tugs
Whistling in my ears
Howel
Howel
I pull the soaking coat close
While the rain comes down
Drizzle
Drizzle
Pitter pat
I guess we say goodbye
But I hope to see you again
Sometime

2009-04-29T14:20:00.002-04:00

By Danielle Stewart

"Cry"

It was five o’clock in the morning
Walkin’ down that street
All I could see was the stars and you

It was like a story
I had so often heard
So when you leaned towards me and kissed me
I wasn’t scared

It started out beautiful
Like every fairytale
From Cinderella to Snow White
I know you’d be there
To catch me when I fell

Oh and I fell
But you didn’t catch me that time no~
You let me slip through your arms
And I crashed into the ground

It was so beautiful
That it almost brought tears to my eyes
But I wouldn’t cry
Not in front of you
Never in front of you~

Do you ask yourself why?
Why did you let me go?
I’m coming back to you

I’ll never cry for you
‘Cause you not worth my tears~
I can’t cry for you
‘Cause you aren’t the one in my heart
I guess I just moved on

"Come Back Home"

Looking back at the night sky
As I run from you
I wonder where I went wrong
I remember those days so clearly

I remember lying in the grass
And looking at the clouds
I remember when we were children
You said one day that you’d marry me
What went wrong?

What happened then, please tell me
Why did you have to go?
You promised me first not those others
Will I ever see you again?
My soldier boy

Three years have gone by
I try so hard to just forget you
But I remember those days
Almost like yesterday
Please tell me why!

Why did you have to go?
I keeping asking myself this question
I’m down here on my knees now
My soldier boy~

So I’m standing here today
You don’t know how much I miss you~
I know I’ll always ask myself this question

Oh why, did you have to go?
‘Cause I know that if you didn’t you’d be with me
And now I cry to myself in this crowd
And the flag closes gently
My soldier boy

2009-03-18T15:34:00.001-04:00

I have been waiting

For the day

And time

When I can escape

This hell on earth

This place

No one can call home

This place where

Witches write their evil spells

And demons dwell

You cannot begin to imagine

What has come and gone

In this house

What bittersweet love

Has had its last testimony here

What lullabye song

Has screeched its raging tongue

For all children to hear

With glasses breaking

In the public hall

For all the guests to see

Where alcohol and anger mix

In one parent’s greed

I live in this place

Where everybody knows

What goes on

In these suffocating halls

And suffering rooms

Where someone is

Always crying

And

Where witches write their evil spells

And demons dwell

Molly Mahoney

2009-03-18T15:33:00.000-04:00

Drizzle

Pitter pat

Sweet raindrops

Tap

I dance

I spin and twirl

While the rain

Come tumbling down

Splash

It falls harder

Mating down my hair

Tight curls unwound

Swish

I sweep through puddles

Dreaming of more raindrops

The high wind pulls and tugs

Whistling in my ears

Howel

I pull the soaking coat close

While the rain comes down

Drizzle

Pitter pat

I guess we say goodbye

But I hope to see you again

Sometime

Molly Mahoney

2009-03-18T15:31:00.002-04:00

“Cry”

It was five o’clock in the morning

Walkin’ down that street

All I could see was the stars and you

It was like a story

I had so often heard

So when you leaned towards me and kissed me

I wasn’t scared

It started out beautiful

Like every fairytale

From Cinderella to Snow White

I know you’d be there

To catch me when I fell

Oh and I fell

But you didn’t catch me that time no~

You let me slip through your arms

And I crashed into the ground

It was so beautiful

That it almost brought tears to my eyes

But I wouldn’t cry

Not in front of you

Never in front of you~

Do you ask yourself why?

Why did you let me go?

I’m coming back to you

I’ll never cry for you

‘Cause you not worth my tears~

I can’t cry for you

‘Cause you aren’t the one in my heart

I guess I just moved on

Danielle Stewart

2009-03-18T15:31:00.001-04:00

The Stalker

Soft and fluffy, white as snow
The little dog stalks her pray
So quietly and stealthily
She thinks I do not know

The little dog stalks her pray
With a clumsy form of grace
She thinks I do not know
She is slowly approaching me from behind

With a clumsy form of grace
Her stalking slows, a rubber toy in her mouth
She thinks I do not know
She is behind me, ready to pounce

-Lauren Parker

2009-03-18T15:30:00.005-04:00

Shoe
Someone once ate their shoe,
Nobody knew why or who,
Some say its legend, not true,
Believe it or not, up to you.

They said he was messing with fate
Because of the sole that he ate
It couldn't have tasted too great,
He must have had hate for the sole that he ate.

They said he punished forever,
By all means, even by weather,
He was faced with challenges and endeavors,
The punishment was only too clever.

An eternal life in Hell,
Made fun of at show and at tell,
In Heaven, but then he had fallen,
Hell became the Devil's new calling.

-By: Alexander Triassi

2009-03-18T15:30:00.003-04:00

Snow
by Kellsey Evers

As long as there is snow
white flakes will show.

The cold can cause conflict for some
while others find comfort in it,

Snow is but a mask
which covers the green and warmth of summer.

Yet, who can deny the beauty of the season?
Who can say no to the bright white flakes?

2009-03-18T15:30:00.001-04:00

Arguments – By Colleen Casey

“Don’t do that” Said the Koala to the Bear

He was returned with an innocent stare

“I didn’t think you’d care”

“Well, I do” the Koala said, matter of factly

“Why?” said the bear, quite moodily

“Because it annoys me!” Koala said, incredulously

“All bears chew with their mouth open”

For a while, Koala remained unspoken

Then

“They do, but not like you”

“Sure they do”

Sarcastically came Koala’s remark; “Who knew?”

Bear remarked “I’ll stop chewing with my mouth open if you do one thing for me”

“And that is?” Koala said with mocking glee

“Wipe yourself up, next time you pee.”

“You see you’re not very clean,

And I don’t want to be mean,

But you stink. And you must have good hygiene.”

2009-03-18T15:29:00.000-04:00

Happiness

Written by Kenneth Nguyen

As long as there is a kid laughing and enjoying a lovely life

Watching the stars without any strife, there will be happiness

As long as there is a person who finds true love

Living life to its fullest, there will be happiness

As long as there is a family who cares and shares with unselfishness,

Concerned for one another, there will be happiness

What is happiness?

Happiness is the blind man saying he sees to his deaf dog

2009-03-18T15:28:00.002-04:00

Victory

Victory is sweet
so unlike defeat

Move with fast feet
down the court to score

both teams want to win
but one has to lose, so

whether by dunks or shots
victory is a dimension of greatness

Matthew Strauss

2009-03-18T15:28:00.001-04:00

Winter was not a pleasant time to walk in the streets of Sulschek. In fact, there was never a pleasant time to be walking in the streets of Sulschek, according to the CEO. Countless laws had been put in place restricting even the noble citizens from using unnecessary movement. Movement causes discovery. Discovery causes ideas. Ideas cause revolutions. The capital of the world didn’t get its reputation by letting people think whatever they wanted, after all.

But this did not stop Vasily Weitztov. He made his way hurriedly but silently through the red ruins of Old Moscow to the Inner City of Sulschek. At least, that’s where he thought he was heading. He couldn’t be certain, but the man he was following was wearing an almost flawless black suit. Nobody wore suits in Old Moscow. Nobody.

On an ordinary day, the suit in question would have been flawless. If you worked in the city, or if you worked at all for that matter, you were flawless. But this man’s suit was not flawless. It was torn, wrinkled, and stained, all because of a slight mistake in his actions. A great mistake, thought Vasily, a great one indeed.

Vasily, like everyone else in the world, only knew a life of poverty and darkness. But at least everyone else had friends. Vasily’s mother forced him into secretly studying Government and Politics of Modern Society, and no one wants to be friends with a businessman. Businessmen, after all, were the reason for poverty and darkness. Vasily suffered through life much more than anyone else on the planet. And that’s saying something.

Vasily’s father never wanted a wife, a child, or a family. He only did what he needed to do in order to survive. Vasily never knew who his father was, but his Mother, the gracious Guianna Weitztov, always knew. “Just like your Papa,” she would say, all too often. Vasily never understood why he was praised for being like his father. His father had ruined their lives. What was there to be grateful for?

And now Guianna was dead. She was the reason for Vasily’s illegal excursion. Guianna was, literally, Vasily’s life. Without his mother, there was no more life worth living. And so, with nothing more than a makeshift knife in hand, Vasily continued on through the poverty stricken alleyways of Old Moscow.

Whispers filled cold, dry air as the mysterious man walked past. Even louder were the whispers as Vasily passed. The man showed no signs of slowing. He briskly turned the corner and continued in the dark. He continued, that is, until a woman threw an empty bottle at Vasily’s face and screamed, “Traitor!” The alley went silent. There were no whispers, no footsteps; the only sounds heard were the painful shrieks of the wind. Vasily froze to find the nearly infallible man approaching him. His head was bowed, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

He raised his right hand and his head at the same time. As he did this, Vasily realized two things about the strange man he had followed. Poised in the man’s right hand was a gun. It was no ordinary gun, though, and Vasily recognized it immediately. It was the infamous Series I Softnose, the most powerful weapon of the age, and there was only one in the world.

But more than anything Vasily saw something odd about the man’s face. It was something beyond his complexion, his features, or his expression. Vasily recognized the man, not as the CEO, not as an assassin, but as someone all too familiar for Vasily to pass by. “He is just like me,” his last thoughts, as his father pulled the trigger for the second time that day.

Needless to say, Vasily never avenged his mother’s death. But at least he was safe with her.

Anonymous

2009-03-18T15:27:00.000-04:00

Through the woods, camera in hand

Nature draws my lens open to show off its beauty

A babbling brook in the distance calls me forward

Take a stance, snap the frame

Nature draws my lens open to show off its beauty

A massive trunk split in half

Take a stance, snap the frame

Keep moving through the fresh fallen snow

Nature draws my lens open to show off its beauty

The setting sun glistening on the fresh crystal on the ground

Take a stance, snap the frame

Next, the light shines through the barren trees

Nature draws my lens open to show off its beauty

Hands cold and crisp, cringing in the wind

Take a stance, snap the frame

Through the woods, camera in hand

Amanda Webster

2009-03-18T15:26:00.000-04:00

The Sun (pantoum)

It heats the world and gives creation life,

Without it only desolation would live,

There would be no time,

No time but night.

Without it only desolation would live

There would be nothing

No time but night

No sound, and no sight.

There would be nothing

Not even a motion

No sound, and no sight

All that would be is the darkness of night.

Not even a motion

Only the silence of calmness

All that would be is the darkness of night

It heats the world and gives creation life.

Matthew Peszynski

2009-03-18T15:25:00.002-04:00

Baseball

Here’s the pitch
Swing and a miss
The crowd goes wild
The team heads for the dugout

Swing and a miss
The seasons over
The team heads for the dugout
Many tears are shed

The seasons over
Their chance is gone
Many tears are shed
Maybe next year

Their chance is gone
Their hope is lost
Maybe next year
Couldn’t come any sooner

Their hope is lost
But next year is here
Couldn’t come any sooner
Here’s the pitch

James Knox

2009-03-18T15:25:00.001-04:00

A Man Sips Coffee by the Window
By: Sarah Voellinger

A man sips coffee by the window.

The café is busy and bustling,

With lethargic, weary, grumps.

The man burns his tongue but doesn’t move.

The café is busy and bustling,

The workers can’t hear the orders.

The man burns his tongue but doesn’t move.

No one notices his corner in the front.

The workers can’t hear the orders.

Rush hour ends, the café is sinister and eerie.

No one notices his corner in the front.

A man sips coffee by the window.

2009-03-18T15:24:00.000-04:00

The war was almost over.
We could almost go home.
We all just kept on shooting,
With white smoke like foam.

We could almost go home.
I could smell my mom’s sweet pie.
With white smoke like foam.
Just I hoped I didn’t die.

I could smell my mom’s sweet pie.
Baking in her oven.
Just I hoped I didn’t die.
The war was almost over.

Andrew Schreiber

2009-03-18T15:23:00.000-04:00

Homework is a Pain

This is when homework is a pain,
such as when there is a lot of it that day,
this such thing can be very annoying.

Huge assignments can drive students insane,
especially when a student just procrastinates,
this is when homework is a pain.

It is often that students start going
crazy when there is boring homework,
this such thing can be very annoying.

When teachers give assignments that are “not lame”
students will not be saying,
“this is when homework is a pain.”

This is when students start enjoying,
but when hard homework comes around
this such thing can be very annoying.

Dog lovers want play with a Great Dane,
when they are stuck doing homework they think,
this is when homework is a pain.

When students wish their homework was done,
This is when homework is a pain,
when it is stopping us from having fun.
This such this can be very annoying.

Anonymous

2009-03-18T15:22:00.000-04:00

Child of the ebony tree
Who groans in hunger

Where is his mother?
She has been forsaken by the growth on her skull

Where is his father?
He died trying to provide food

Where are his brothers and sisters?
They are many and wealthy, but they don't care about him

Jennifer Bruno

2009-03-18T15:21:00.001-04:00

Sickness

One morning you awake,

You are warm like freshly baked.

You lie there in your bed,

Being told it is only in your head.

You stay there all day,

Feeling like any minute you will wither away.

The doctor does the dance and song,

Then tells you there is nothing wrong.

Finally you’re back in bed,

“Could this really be in only my head?”

-Betsy Clark-

2009-03-18T15:19:00.000-04:00

Masquerade

As beautiful pairs waltz past me
I hide behind a sequined mask
As I watch for a bandit read to flee
Nobody will look or even think to ask

I hide behind a sequined mask
Tropical colored silks swoosh and flair
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I am waiting for a mad man to dare

I hide behind a sequined mask
A delicate gloved hand I hold in my own
Nobody will look or think to ask
My cleverness will never be known

I hide behind a sequined mask
My lady and I are one of many lots
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I must find the man with a bow tie of dots

I hide behind a sequined mask
My spine prickles as I spot our suspect
Nobody will look or even think to ask
These beautiful couples from him I must protect

I hide behind a sequined mask
I squeeze my lady’s silky white hand twice gently
Nobody will look or even think to ask
Through her mask her eyes signal me no differently

I hide behind a sequined mask
We glide gracefully to the bandit’s side
Nobody will look or even think to ask
His henchmen call him a hero, bona fide

I hide behind a sequined mask
He reaches for his deadly knife
Nobody will look or even think to ask
He is prepared to extinguish a lovely life

I hide behind a sequined mask
Slyly, I slip in for a dance with his lady
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I waltz her away to safety

I hide behind a sequined mask
My eyes drift to our bandit
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I hope my lady can handle it

I hide behind a sequined mask
I see my lady romantically touch his cheek
Nobody will look or even think to ask
Neither of us has ever been meek

I hide behind a sequined mask
I watch her slip the silvery devil’s tool away
Nobody will look or even think to ask
In my heart, I cheer a hurray!

I hide behind a sequined mask
I slip her hands into mine
Nobody will look or even think to ask
As our eyes meet we share a sure sign

I hide behind a sequined mask
We are two spies, we will not lie
Nobody will look or even think to ask
We are true heroes, we won’t let you die

Becky Brumbaugh

2009-03-18T15:18:00.002-04:00

Music
Music fills the soul
where words cannot be spoken.
Music fills the mind
when those cannot think.
The rhythm and the tone
the beat felt through my bones;
music takes my place
when things cannot be said.
Songs are sung,
and notes are played,
and tones are heard,
and keys are hit.
Music fills our hearts
with words: replaced.

Sam Scheible

Shoe

2009-02-25T15:36:00.001-05:00

Someone once ate their shoe,
Nobody knew why or who,
Some say its legend, not true,
Believe it or not, up to you.

They said he was messing with fate
Because of the sole that he ate
It couldn't have tasted too great,
He must have had hate for the sole that he ate.

They said he punished forever,
By all means, even by weather,
He was faced with challenges and endeavors,
The punishment was only too clever.

An eternal life in Hell,
Made fun of at show and at tell,
In Heaven, but then he had fallen,
Hell became the Devil's new calling.

Alexander Triassi

The Stalker

2009-02-25T15:32:00.000-05:00

Soft and fluffy, white as snow
The little dog stalks her pray
So quietly and stealthily
She thinks I do not know

The little dog stalks her pray
With a clumsy form of grace
She thinks I do not know
She is slowly approaching me from behind

With a clumsy form of grace
Her stalking slows, a rubber toy in her mouth
She thinks I do not know
She is behind me, ready to pounce

Lauren Parker

Masquerade

2009-02-25T15:22:00.002-05:00

As beautiful pairs waltz past me
I hide behind a sequined mask
As I watch for a bandit read to flee
Nobody will look or even think to ask

I hide behind a sequined mask
Tropical colored silks swoosh and flair
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I am waiting for a mad man to dare

I hide behind a sequined mask
A delicate gloved hand I hold in my own
Nobody will look or think to ask
My cleverness will never be known

I hide behind a sequined mask
My lady and I are one of many lots
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I must find the man with a bow tie of dots

I hide behind a sequined mask
My spine prickles as I spot our suspect
Nobody will look or even think to ask
These beautiful couples from him I must protect

I hide behind a sequined mask
I squeeze my lady’s silky white hand twice gently
Nobody will look or even think to ask
Through her mask her eyes signal me no differently

I hide behind a sequined mask
We glide gracefully to the bandit’s side
Nobody will look or even think to ask
His henchmen call him a hero, bona fide

I hide behind a sequined mask
He reaches for his deadly knife
Nobody will look or even think to ask
He is prepared to extinguish a lovely life

I hide behind a sequined mask
Slyly, I slip in for a dance with his lady
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I waltz her away to safety

I hide behind a sequined mask
My eyes drift to our bandit
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I hope my lady can handle it

I hide behind a sequined mask
I see my lady romantically touch his cheek
Nobody will look or even think to ask
Neither of us has ever been meek

I hide behind a sequined mask
I watch her slip the silvery devil’s tool away
Nobody will look or even think to ask
In my heart, I cheer a hurray!

I hide behind a sequined mask
I slip her hands into mine
Nobody will look or even think to ask
As our eyes meet we share a sure sign

I hide behind a sequined mask
We are two spies, we will not lie
Nobody will look or even think to ask
We are true heroes, we won’t let you die

Becky Brumbaugh

Semi-Charmed

2008-12-17T15:54:00.000-05:00

-Bri Stoddart

"Wait . . . We Have a Student Council?"

2008-12-17T15:39:00.002-05:00

Have you ever heard any of the following statements?:
a. “Student Council is holding Jar wars in the cafeteria next week.’
b. “The dance will be planned by Student Council.”
c. “Student Council is holding a fundraiser for (insert name of organization here).”
d. All of the above?

Who exactly makes up this Student Council? How are its members chosen? Besides planning dances and hosting fundraisers, what exactly does Student Council do? But most importantly:

Why do the majority of the students at Bishop Kearney not know the answers to these questions?

The answer: No one knows how to get involved.

If we knew anything about Student Council, more students would join, causing students to feel like they had a say in what happened to them during their high school years. If that were to happen, there would probably be a lot less complaining.

Kearney’s Student Council should be a democracy, not an oligarchy where a few seniors make up the ruling body. Would it really be that difficult to have the students actually know who their representatives are because they were the ones who elected them?

It’s sort of like George Orwell’s 1984: “Big Brother is always watching.” Big Brother was constantly among the members of the Party, only no one knew exactly who Big Brother was. Did anyone end up happy in the end? Not unless you count being tortured and brainwashed as a means of attaining happiness. However, many people, like Wilson and Julia, started to rebel against “Big Brother” because they were dissatisfied with the way they were forced to live under it.

In a way, Student Council is the “Big Brother" of Bishop Kearney. We know next to nothing about them, and yet they have the potential to hold so much control over us. Some people accept it, saying that things are never going to change. What they always seem to leave out is that if you don’t try to change the way things are, who will?

-Lauren Parker

Terrorism at Home

2008-12-17T15:36:00.001-05:00

Recently with the elections and political affairs, terrorism has been a huge focal point. With Iraq and Iran and the Afghanistan conflicts that the U.S. is involved in, the talk has come about regarding the war on terrorism. While opinions differ, the main idea is to still fight terrorism. But, there is one problem here. While fighting overseas, have we forgotten about the terrorism that reigns within the borders of our own country? In recent news, activity of the KKK, or Ku Klux Klan, has been reported. A woman who attempted to join was murdered by a leader of the Klan in Louisiana. Her identity is not being released yet, but the suspects have been detained. Now the bigger question here is why is the KKK even running? Why has the United States not shut down the Klan for good? The famous KKK is a Klan that is dedicated to violence and terrorism in the form of racism. The two are one in the same here within the bounds of this group, and also one in the same period. The KKK’s main motive is to destroy Blacks. They seek to have a, "white supremacy", claiming that they are superior. They demonstrate this by acts of violence such as burning homes, crosses, conducting hate crimes, murders (assassinations), terrible slander, anti-black slurs, and even the trafficking of drugs at times. The United States, as she was formed, was formed to be a house of protection for all from tyranny. Our country was built to house the poor, help the hungry, clothe the naked, and offer all men who are all created equal in the Image and likeness of God, their basic rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. But let us look around today. With the wars on terrorism going on, is it possible that we have forgotten about the terrorism in our own country? We have been so focused lately on the terrorism outside of the borders. Has the terrorism within grown and does it have the potential to bring this once great nation down on a suicidal plummet? In recent news forms of terrorism on Christians throughout the States has been reported as well. Church Murders as they are called are ever more visible. In various states, churches have had to hire armed guards to guard their worship sites during their services because they have had a number of people killed in attacks. A Catholic Church in New York State reports that during Mass, a gunman entered and shot several people injuring many and killing a few. This is terrorism. It is a direct threat to our national security. But do our leaders recognize this? Have they begun to take the steps to fight the war on terrorism within the boundaries of our own country, or are they too focused on external affairs and thus blinded to internal affairs? While this topic of terrorism is very upfront and in your face, we must constantly remind ourselves and our leaders that terrorism does not simply exist outside of the United States, but also within the United States. We must encourage the end to terrorism and hatred of all sorts. In many cases all of this can be linked to one central topic. Saint Maria Goretti has told us about it many times. Hatred. It kills a man’s heart faster than malaria or any disease. It steals over his soul and he becomes deaf and blind
to any form of love. Mother Teresa also reminded of this when she spoke here during her life time. Along with John Paul The Great, She has warned us that for a nation who kills its own people there will be consequences and there will be trouble, because God never approves of such an atrocity (She spoke on the topic of the sanctity of all human life and Abortion’s out-front denial of the basic rights of citizens and of all people). A nation that murders its own children, she states, cannot be a nation of hope or peace. Violence will overtake a nation that supports violence. We cannot keep killing our own people and our Government cannot keep overlooking the forms of terrorism that have both been ignored and been made legal. We as Americans must rise up in the Name of God and our Country and defend those who are being harmed. We must fight against terrorism in all its forms and work to prevent and stop it within the borders of our own Country. Our lives depend on it, our faith demands it, and we have the duty to do so for the better of our country. Let us join hands in the fight against terrorism in a peaceful manner in the spirit of Archbishop Oscar Arnulfo Romero, in a way that will be true. We must advocate for the victims of violence and work to stop it at all costs. We must not stand by and allow such evil to take place. We must stop the murders of the people of our country at home before we can help others outside. Remember, one cannot give what they do not have.

-Ian G. Henry Scheil

Nikon Girl

2008-12-17T15:27:00.000-05:00

-Lauren Parker

Movie Suggestions

2008-12-17T15:23:00.001-05:00

The Princess Bride
To sum up this movie plainly, true love is the noblest cause. This classic love story is filled with both action and humor- far from a chick flick (despite the excess of estrogen emanating from the title). Told by a grandfather to his nephew, this tale involves the ominous capture of a princess, a run-in with both poison and torture, and misfit henchmen driven by a passion (revenge and… well, rhyming), all leading up to a young man’s undying quest to be with his true love. How inconceivable! You won’t be disappointed once you get pulled into this story. You might even, like the primary listener, want to hear it again.

PG, classic love story, action, humor

Die Hard 4, Live Free or Die Hard
What happens when electricity of an entire nation shuts down? Well, all hell breaks loose, of course. And where you’ll find that, you’ll find John McClain. This cop from New York City might have gained some years since his last run-in with trouble, but don’t let that make you turn off the television. This action-packed movie is the best in the Die Hard series. Laced with humorous verbal remarks all over the place, this plot is about a menacing plan for a ‘fire sale’ (aka: COUNTRY-WIDE BLACK OUT). When the United States starts to shut down, it’s up to McClain to save the day. But he’s not alone. This time, he’s got an oblivious computer whiz with him. The kid is an internet hacker- who was tricked into contributing to this entire nation-wide meltdown. Since he’s the one that cracked the code, he might be the only one that can stop it. That is, if McClain and the kid can make it to the Eastern Hub alive. Oh, did I mention helicopter chase and various assassins?

PG-13, action, humor, stuff that blows up

The Prestige
Are you watching closely? This thrilling mystery follows the lives of two young friends… young magicians… young enemies. The movie starts at the end: one magician in jail, reading the diary of his rival- whose murder he has been framed for… grasping at the pages for the secret. You go through the past seeing the tragic accident that started it all, the mutinous sabotages, and the life-long obsession of learning each other’s secrets. The thrill of the mystery soon consumes you, too; you can try, but you won’t guess it. The secrets are only revealed in the final act… the prestige.

PG-13, mystery, thriller, drama

Kung Fu Panda
Everybody was kung fu fighting, yes, we know. But this animated movie puts a new spin on things and makes you want to sing that song anyways. The main character is played by Jack Black (Tropic Thunder, The Holiday, Nacho Libre, School of Rock). The story is about a food-happy panda who idolized the amazing kung fu fighters of the age: The Furious Five. When news gets out that a new dragon warrior is being chosen, Po (Jack Black) rushes to the scene hoping to catch a glimpse of his heroes. But, he’s chosen as the dragon warrior instead, surprising all of China, himself included. Join in his hilarious journey to becoming a master of kung fu, earning the immaculate ‘Dragon Scroll’- the secret to unbeatable power.

PG, comedy, animated, wooshi finger hold

10 Things I Hate About You
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways… This movie is a remake of Shakespeare’s play “The Taming of the Shrew.” When the new boy, Cameron, moves into town and meets Bianca, the girl of his dreams, there’s just one problem: She isn’t allowed to date… until her sister does. Meet her sister, Kat: tough, opinionated, all for feminine prose, and all against conformity. She’s the rebel of the school and nobody wants to even cross her path, let alone date her! There’s only one guy in the school that would be a possible taker for the job. Patrick, the outcast who will most likely rip your head off if you stare at him the wrong way, agrees to take out Kat (as long as he gets paid for it). Things start to look up for Cameron as Kat and Patrick don’t immediately attack each other. Yet, problems do arise when something unexpected happens… the rebel and outcast fall for each other!

PG-13, comedy, love story

School of Rock
When it comes to Mr. Schneebly’s class, creating musical fusion is just what they do. Seriously, ditch the math and history, recess and band practice for the rest of the day. When a run-down wanna be rock star poses as a substitute teacher in one of the preppiest elementary schools in the country, something’s gotta give. And it’s school work that’s leavin’ in this classroom! Soon after arrival, the rocker realizes these 11-year old kids have musical talent- and possible rocker potential. With the doors of his classroom closed, he secretly teaches his students about the legends, the passion, and the ways of rock and roll, eventually aspiring to compete in the Battle of the Bands.

PG-13, humor, more humor

Enough of Twilight!

2008-12-17T15:17:00.001-05:00

Twilight this and Twilight that, it is all I am hearing about these days! It is a BOOK not a religion, I would not be surprised if people were actually worshipping it. Sure, it was great in the beginning, but now the affects of the great Twilight are wearing off, it is definitely not epic. Plus, sorry to burst your bubble, Stephanie Meyer is not a great writer. I do not even think I could stick her in my top 50 favorite authors. I’ll give her props for an awesome plot; it really was a great idea. It just feels when I read Twilight that she just through the idea out there. It does not feel like she nourished it just stuck it down on a piece of paper, VOLIA, BOOM, BAM, here you go. I also feel like she picked up a thesaurus and substituted every single adjective in the book for newer, bigger, more extravagant words. Now let’s discuss Edward (If you would please, shut up I can here you scream from here, fan girls) He is one, a stalker, two, an abuser, and three, CREEPY. In fact he is so creepy he has perfected a new level lovingly called “Edward Cullen Creepy!” He watched Bella when she was sleeping and she had no clue (not romantic, would YOU want that to happen to you on any other occasion). He is also incredibly jealous, he does not want her to see her friends, and he never leaves her alone (I have read the WHOLE series and I am quite aware of New Moon and when he goes hunting). These days it feels like running from Twilight is like running from death, near impossible.

-Anonymous

Forgotten

2008-12-17T15:15:00.001-05:00

-Lauren Parker

Memories

2008-12-17T15:12:00.001-05:00

Come, take my hand, I’ll lead you through the dark.
Under the worn tapestries you once remembered…
Here, look at the walls that we stained,
Painted in passion, it seems unable to remain…
The peeling paper falls.

I’ll show you more- let your heart remember…
Look,
At the table our minds poured onto,
Merged- unattainable friendship came so easily.
Here,
On this table the world was set forth in front of our lives.
To feed our yearning hearts, dare it offer more?

Let’s move on, into the garden where young hopes grew.
Dead roses covered in dust waiting for life to give,
Still here waiting...
What if we’d never done?
What if we’d never loved?
We are the vines grasping for sturdy ladders,
Outstretched… to the reachable sky.
We let go. Flowers lost. Our bonds fell silently.
The dead petals try to drown us in memories of white.
Turn away. Let’s not linger here,
We’re breaking out into dawn.

A new light arises, first pale, then bright.
The rays awoke this house… makes our hearts breathe,
Alive.
All heaven surrounds us through this golden warmth.
The day begins again, as we too begin again,
Your white-walled prison erased…
It was just a memory.

Come take my hand, I’ll lead you through your past.
These tapestries, you once pulled back.
This house was our home, an ancient memory.
As you fade, I cling tighter…
And I become your memory.

-Julie Angie

I'm Sorry

2008-12-17T15:11:00.002-05:00

I am sorry that
I forget to write
I am sorry that
You live far away
I am sorry that
You keep secrets
I am sorry that
You lie
I am sorry that
I stuck up for you
I am sorry that
I kept your secrets
I am sorry that
You cannot talk to me anymore
I am sorry that
I was your best friend
I am sorry that
I am not

Cherries

2008-12-17T15:09:00.000-05:00

-Lauren Parker

Sisters

2008-12-17T15:07:00.000-05:00

Hold me when I cry
Wish me good night
That’s what sisters do
Hugs and kisses
Hogging bedsides
That’s what sisters do
Late night cries
Good morning smiles
That’s what sisters do
Boring conversations
“How’s your life today?”
That’s what sisters do
Missing you forever
And Coco Puffs
That’s what we do

-Anonymous