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So, I wouldn’t be a college kid if I didn’t procrastinate.

Tonight’s procrastination actually proved productive. This time, instead of facebooking, I made a “pot” of coffee (hazelnut from Golden Roast) in my French press, sat down in a big round chair bundled in a blanket with my favorite mug, a pad of paper and a pencil.

While jazz music played over and over in my head (and from iTunes), here’s what I came up with:

Cold, chilly weather
I am warm inside, bundled in sweaters
The lights are low, the room aglow
I sit, cuddled on the couch with you

Laughter from the room next door,
Hearts ablaze, and I pine for you
Your love, smile
Stay, for just a little while
Before lofty dreams I wander

Feels like home,
Wherever love roams.
From side to side,
Friendship abides
Letting life’s journeys take us.

Most of you that know me know that I love coffee. Well, I wrote a love poem for it… haha…

Coffee.
How your spell binds me
tortures me.
I am a creature of habit —
Aren’t we all?
Addict? I wouldn’t have it!
So relaxing are you, bittersweet to taste
Sipping you on a night such as this—
cold, dark and cozy.
Pair you with jazz and I could stay all night
I’m a fool for you, you know.
Lead me to a good coffee shop, and I may find love
Food may be the way to a man’s heart,
but love, coffee and music are the ways to mine.
Lead me to intellectuals, musicians and philosophers,
Peace-makers and artists.
I thirst for culture, diversity,
Open minds and free spirits…
…a home-y warm feeling…
Lead me home.

Yay poetry. It’s a nice change.

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This makes the third time in a row tonight that I’ve listened to Coldplay‘s single “Violet Hill,” which preceded their latest title track, “Viva la Vida.”

And after reading the lyrics, I’m reminded of the plot in the 2003 movie Cold Mountain.  Two lovers meet and share one kiss before he leaves for war, only to come back for a few days to see his lover before dying, long enough to make love and carry on his family name.

How depressing.  It still lingers with me after 5 years.

“Violet Hill” bears the same story.  Bury me in honor/When I’m dead and hit the ground/A love back home unfolds… If you love me, why’d you let me go?

He doesn’t want to be fighting; he’d rather be home, with his love… I don’t want to be a soldier/Who the captain of some sinking ship/Would stow, far below…

It makes me wonder how many men fighting in Iraq feel the same way.  I know it’s a touchy subject with most, but it saddens me to think some men may be fighting against their own will, stripped away from those they love, die, and never know what could’ve been.

And I hope, they do it with honor.  If nothing else, with honor.  I respect you.

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All I want, desire, hope for this country and world is peace.  Peace brings us together; love keeps us together.

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